#look im watching it on my tv on my dvd set...

[godmerlin]

this will never not be funny to me. imagine being told to muck out the stables and you turn around and this is what you see. this show. i love it so.

[mwahbabe]

feed us more loser!chloe IM STARVING

☆ porn star ☆

pairing: chloe price x fem reader

warnings! : smut, drug use(r!&c!) masturbation, voyeurism (r!)exhibitionism(c!), squirting, sub! chloe, dom! reader, loser! chloe, confident! reader, you squirt on chloe’s face because you’re a bad bitch like that:P

a/n: need that. also this is set in 2013 bc why the hell not.

it was one of your usual date nights with your girlfriend, only this time you two had decided to chill down and not go out and cause havic. at least for now.

both of you were cuddled up in her bed watching one of her dvds, after showering together, chloe claiming it saved water. not because she wanted to see your pretty body all soapy and wet nooooot at all. the show that was playing was some weird 80s show with bad acting, though it was funny and entertaining to the two of you in your hazy minds.

chloes arms were wrapped around you, her chin resting on the top of your head as she made occasional snarky comments about the show you two were watching.

"can you believe this bullshit?" she said with a scoff, rolling her eyes at a particularly ridiculous plotline. “so bad.” you agreed as you sipped your gatorade she had bought you through a straw. she chuckled, shaking her head in agreement. “c’mon that’s clearly a green screen” she quipped, her eyes still glued to the screen.

as she spoke, her hand idly traced lazy circles across your bare skin, the contact casual but affectionate. she snuggled closer to you, her body fitting against yours effortlessly. you gave a small laugh at her commentary. “the 80s were a weird time.” she nodded in agreement again, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “you said it. so many weird fashion choices, even weirder music.”

she idly began to twirl a lock of your hair around her finger as she continued to watch the show. “not to mention the terrible special effects.” you nodded slowly as you watched before you got an idea in your little brain.

“oh my god. we need to watch these high.” you piped up. chloes eyebrow raised at your suggestion, a wide grin spreading across her face. “now that’s a good idea,” she said, her voice tinged with excitement.

she reached for the remote and hit pause on the show, turning to look at you with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. “i’ll roll us a joint while you pick out something else to watch.” you half groaned dramatically as you now had to get up out of your cozy cocoon with her. “can you use those mango flavoured papers?” you asked as you went into her messy disarray of dvds by the tv. one of your favourite flavours of course.

“yeah yeah princess. .” she gave a playful jab as she reached down on the floor next to her side to grab yours and her stash. while you were sifting through her collection, she found your mango papers with the green gold and her trusty grinder.

after grinding the weed and rolling a joint, she focused her attention back on you.

“found anything babe?” she asked, her curiosity piqued.

“didn’t expect you to have this.” you giggled holding up ‘keeping up with the kardashions season one and two’

her eyebrows shot up in surprise as she saw what you were holding, followed by a loud snort of laughter. “I forgot I even owned those!” she exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief. “damn, I can’t believe you want to watch that garbage.”

despite her words, her tone was amused and she was clearly not against watching it with you. you gave her a scoff as you opened the case “then why did you buy it?!”She chuckled again, looking a little sheepish as she fumbled for a response. “i don’t know, i think i was just really bored one day and wanted something to mock.”

she shifted a bit closer to you, the joint hanging loosely from her lips as she spoke. “but hey, if you want to watch it, I’m down. it’ll be hilarious when we’re stoned.” “hells yeah it will babe” you said as you wiped the dvd off on your shirt. chloe chuckled in agreement, taking a quick hit from the joint before passing it to you. “okay then, let’s do this.”

she took the dvd from your hands and put it in the player, then settled back against the pillows next to you. “ready to watch a bunch of rich assholes be ridiculous?” she smirked. “absolutely.” with the dvd playing and the joint being passed back and forth between you, the room began to fill with a hazy cloud of smoke.

chloe chuckled as the show began, rolling her eyes at the antics on the screen. “jesus christ, these people have no shame.” she commented, shaking her head. you took a deep inhale and then exhaled coughing a bit. “have you seen kim’s sex tape?” she snickered at your question, taking the joint to take a hit herself. “who hasn’t at this point?” she retorted with a smirk, shaking her head in disbelief.

“but yeah, it’s something I wish I could un-see, to be honest.” “eh.. it was pretty tame.” you shrugged. “i definitely noticed that molly jaw twitch kim had.” you chuckled. “tame or not, it was still cringey as hell.” she chuckled. “and yeah, I remember that too. chick was definitely high off something.”

she passed the joint back to you, her gaze returning to the tv where kim and her sisters were arguing about something or other. “when is straight porn not cringey?” you took the joint back and inhaled “good point.” she conceded with a smirk, watching as you took a hit. “i never understood the appeal of it, to be honest. give me a girl on girl scene any day over that crap.” you gave her a quick nod of agreement “oh yeah. or just solo content. it’s way better.” you shrugged. she chuckled, nodding her agreement as she reached forward to grab the tv remote and turn up the volume. “damn right. Nothing better than watching a girl get herself off.

“yeah?” you turn to look at her, a curious look on your face.

her gaze flicked over to you, a sly smirk on her face as she noticed the slight change in your tone. her eyes visibly switched as she replied, you had her attention now. her voice lowering just a fraction.

“yeah."

“is that a request?” you passed her back the joint. a low, rumbling chuckle left her lips as she took the joint from you and took another hit. "depends." she said, her tone deliberately baiting.

"are you offering?"

your eyes glanced down over her before coming back to her face. “for you? always.” you were always eager to please her yes, but you also liked to please you. something you and chloe had in common. her smirk grew even wider at your response, her blue eyes darkened with a mixture of lust and affection.

"good answer." she said, her voice a low, silky murmur. She passed the joint back to you, her other hand already straying to run over your thigh, squeezing it gently.

"prove it hotstuff."

“you’re on babe.” you playfully rolled your eyes grinning and sat up to remove what little clothes you had on and sat back with your thighs spread as the show played in the background. your pretty brown/pink pussy already slick just from being around her, plus the weed. her gaze slowly raked up and down the newly exposed flesh, her green eyes darkening further as they took in every inch of you. she bit her lip, clearly appreciating every curve of your body.

she moved even closer to you, her hands roaming freely over your skin as she watched you hungrily. "jesus babe… you’re a work of fucking art. could look at you all day." she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “i know.” you teased as you gently drew circles on your swollen clit and just felt yourself up gathering the wetness. “fuck.. look at that.” you laughed as you spread your middle and index finger seeing just how wet you were. her eyes darkened even further at the sight of you playing with yourself, her breaths coming just a little more ragged than before. “you’re killing me y/n.”

“good.” you giggled as you kept moving your fingers slowly. up, down, around circling. letting out little sounds here and there she couldn't tear her eyes away from watching you touch yourself, her breaths coming out in little pants as her own arousal grew.

"you can't just make those noises and expect me not to kiss you stupid." she breathed, leaning over to capture your lips in a hungry, messy kiss. you giggled against her lips and gave the same effort into the kiss before focusing back on yourself. chloe tried to follow you down as you refocused on yourself, a small whine leaving her lips as she nipped at your neck in search of more kisses.

"you’re so damn hot." she muttered, her hands still roaming over your body, lingering at various spots as if she couldn't decide where she wanted to touch most. “thankyou you have good taste.” you said before inhaling sharply as you put one, then two fingers in "damn right." she agreed, her eyes fixed on the action between your legs. she shifted closer again, her hand slipping along the inside of your thigh, making a small needy sound as she watched.

“want some help there, princess?" she murmured, her tone suggestive.

nuh uh. you said you wanna watch me get myself off.” i teased.

hearing your girlfriends huff you rolled your eyes. she was so greedy. so cute. “here.” you pulled your fingers out putting them to her mouth offering. her eyes darkened even further, a small shiver running through her at your words and the sight of your fingers coming to her mouth.

“you’re a goddamn tease, you know that?" she grumbled.

without further prompting, she parted her lips, wrapping them around your fingers with a little moan as she began to suck on them. “you wanted this. no take backsies.” you chuckled and once she got your fingers wet you took them out and put them back in your cunt. she let out a small whine of frustration as you took your fingers back from her mouth, her eyes following them as they returned to your cunt.

she watched you silently, her breathing coming in soft, ragged pants that told you how turned on she was.

“god damn, you're really just going for it, huh?" she said with an exhale of laughter, shifting a little closer to you once again."don’t think I'm gonna be able to keep myself from touching you for too long babe."

you grinned at her letting out another giggle. “well too bad.”

she mock-scowled at you, feigning annoyance with a small pout of her lips before giving up the act with a low rumble of a chuckle.

"you’re mean, you know that babe?" she muttered, shifting ever closer to you again. “uh huh.” chloe loved saying that when you didn’t give her what she wanted, when you were such a tease. you’re killing her. you let out a whimper as you moved your fingers inside you. your pretty pussy happily taking your own fingers. chloe took a shuddering breath as she continued to watch you, her hands now clenched into tight fists as she fought to keep herself from just pouncing on you.

"fuckin hell, you're like unreal." she swore softly, her blue puppy eyes pouty with need.

“please let me touch you." she tried again.

“no.” you playfully nudged her away with your knee. you were having so much fun. her expression twisted into one of mock-anguish, a small whine escaping her lips. "you’re goddamn cruel." she said, her voice filled with fake hurt. "you’re mean and cruel and I don't know why I put up with you."

“you love me- ah!” you cut your own self off as you found that spot.” “yeah yeah.” she grumbled, her tone sulky. she couldn’t help her sound at your little moan though, her hands still fisted tightly at her sides to keep from touching you.

"you're making my life so damn difficult right now, you know that hotstuff?"

“you’re the one who wanted this.” you took your fingers out holding them out to her. she huffed in feigned annoyance, but the way her eyes lit up and she licked her lips as you offered your fingers to her betrayed just how turned on she was.

she leaned forward, taking your fingers into her mouth once again, her tongue swirling around them to lick up your juices as if she was starving for it. “good girl.” you giggled. knowing what those two words did to her. both of you having raging praise kinks. she shot you a mock-scowl of annoyance at the tone of your voice, but her reaction was betrayed by the way a little shiver ran through her at your words.

she took your fingers from her mouth, releasing them with a lewd pop before mumbling under her breath.

"fuck you.”

“yeah you’re mad you’re not doing that right now.” you managed to be smug even as you were literally making yourself tremble right now. you loved chloe being your audience and fucking with her was fun.

"yeah. damn right i am." she conceded with a huff, leaning back against the pillows for a moment and folding her arms sullenly like a pouting child.

however, it didn’t take long for her expression to soften as she watched you again, the desire once more taking over, your moans getting more frequent, your breathing heavy as you moved your fingers faster, now with a mission. it was clear that watching you was affecting chloe a lot. her breaths came heavier than before, her hands clenching and unclenching. she bit her lip, her eyes pouty with need as she moved even closer to you again, nearly closing the distance.

"please.” she murmured, her voice a desperate plea. "let me touch you. i need to fuckin touch you."

you looked at her through your dazed eyes. “fine babe.” you decided to give her something and guided her hand to your tits with your free hand. your brown/pink nipples hardened and begging for some love. her breathing hitched as her hand met the soft flesh of your chest, her long, slender fingers immediately beginning to work their magic on your tits. "god, you're perfect." she breathed, her voice little more than a ragged whisper as she began to caress and squeeze your flesh. you whimpered at the praise, your pussy clenching around your fingers at both of the sensations combined.

chloe watched you keenly as she played with you. pinching your nipples between her fingers, drawing more pretty sounds from you, her gaze hungry and intense. she knew exactly what she was doing, her hands and fingers touching and caressing in all the right ways, as if she knew the map of your body better than anyone. “atta girl.” you kept moaning until you made a high pitched sound before you sat up suddenly “chloe.. i wanna cum on your face.” her eyes widened at your words, her breath catching in her throat as they sank in. Her face lit up in a mixture of surprise, lust, and eagerness as she nodded at your request.

"yeah, yeah, yes, please."

you wasted no time when she laid down and crawled over and put one leg over her neck so i was up on my knees with her face right under me hovering. you picked up where i left off continuing to fuck my own cunt above her. “fuckk yes.”She let out a little moan of excitement as you moved into the new position, her hands already coming to your hips to encourage you further. chloe looked up at you, her pupils dilated and gaze submissive.

"god, you're so pretty." she murmured, her voice low and husky. "hurry up and give it to me."

“shuttup and take it.”

you grinned as you rubbed your clit harder, “oh god.. oh fuck..” she looked as if she’d try to mutter a reply, perhaps to call you an asshole, but words seemed to die in her throat. Instead, she just nodded, her words coming in an exhale of anticipation.

"mm-hm."

her hands gave your hips an encouraging squeeze as she eagerly waited for you to keep going. your breathing came in short gasps as i was close, if chloe wasn’t helping me stay up img knees would be trembling. “mmmh… yeah. gonna cum all over your pretty face chlo.. you want that?” you said through gritted teeth. breaths grew faster and more ragged in anticipation as she listened to you speak, her eyes fixed on you with an intensity that was almost unnerving.

“yeah, yeah. I fu- i need it. c’mon babe.. give it to me.” her words were pleading, desperate. she was so pathetic for you. just how up liked her. "please, i’ve been so damn good for you, just give me this one thing."

“yeah. uh-huh.. ohh shit chloe-” you whined as you rubbed your clit harder as you kept myself right above her mouth. “fucking-” you cried out as that heavenly feeling took over you and chloe got a shower of you. your fluids squirting all over her mouth and face and some down her chin and neck as you kept rubbing your clit riding that high you had been craving. your moans filling the room. she let out a small gasp as your juices spraying all on her face, her eyes fluttering shut in pleasure at the sensation. her hands tightened on your hips, holding you in place as she eagerly continued to drink you in, her tongue darting out to lick up as much of you as she could,

“christ.. yeah..” chloe was in heaven right now. you had her wrapped around your finger and you knew it. you slowly rode it out, once you were truly done and spent you caught your breath before looking down at her. she looked completely ruined underneath you, her face glistening with your juices, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with pleasure as her breathing came heavy. her grip on your hips loosened, and a small shudder ran through her body. "fuck..." she gasped, her voice ragged and wrecked. "you’re fucking insane..” her tongue darted out to lick at her lips, as if to savor every bit of you that she could, before she spoke again, her voice still ragged, still desperate. “please get down here,” she gasped, her words more of a plea than a demand. “i need to kiss you. i need to hold you. now.” you let out a breathless chuckle. how could you deny her that? “you got it chlo.” you backed up off her face and laid down on top of her instead.

your lips collided, the taste of your cum all over her mouth. her arms immediately wrapped around you as you landed on top of her, her hands desperate as they pulled you close, as if she was afraid you would disappear if she didn't hold onto you tightly enough.

her lips were warm and soft against yours, her kiss insistent and hungry as her tongue slipped against your own, tasting every part of you. once the kiss slowly subsided, she pulled back just enough to speak, but she kept you close, her arms still wrapped firmly around you. "i think…" she said, her voice still breathless and slightly rough, "i think that was the first time I’ve actually been that close to death. just by how insanely good it felt." you smiled at her. “yeah?” you ran your fingers through her blue hair, she hummed, closing her eyes for a moment to relish the feel of your fingers in her hair, her expression almost like a cat being petted. “of course.” she agreed laughing. “you nearly killed me.”

she gave a mock pout, though the effect was completely ruined by the pleased, almost smug expression on her face. “mm. sorry i almost drowned you.” you joked. “that was so good..” you sighed. chloe chuckled, opening her eyes again to look at you with an affectionate smile, her hand coming up to brush a few strands of hair away from your face. “hella worth it.” she said with mock-sincerity. “what a way to go, y’know?”“jeez.” you sat up still grinning and let her sit up too. she followed you, sitting up and letting you get comfortable. She was still a mess, her face and hair completely disheveled and glistening with you but she didn’t seem to care.

chloe took a moment to admire you, her eyes taking in your bare chest, roaming over exposed skin. she was completely transfixed. “here babe.” you gave her a stray towel under the pillow to wipe her neck and chin. her gaze broke from yours for a moment when you handed her the towel, taking it gratefully and using it to dab and clean her neck and chin.

she mumbled a soft ‘thanks’ under her breath, seemingly too dazed to speak much. She looked like she still needed a moment to come down from her high. “you good?” she gave a somewhat shaky nod, using the towel to wipe her face down and neck once more before tossing it aside carelessly. "yeah, yeah. just.. wow." her eyes roamed over your body again. "you looked so damn good up there, i think i almost forgot how to breathe for a minute." “aw. thanks babe.” you smiled at her shrugging, as if you didn’t just blow her mind “no, thank you.” she replied, her voice still breathless full of amusement and awe.

“you’re welcome.” she shifted closer to you again, her hand coming up to gently cup your cheek as her eyes roamed over you, almost as if she was cataloguing every detail and feature of your body. the kardashians menu screen kept replaying as you two had damn sure forgot about it. who knew you bringing up kim’s sex tape lead to you squirting in chloe’s mouth? chloes eyes flicked over to the tv screen as the kardashions credits looped again, a little flicker of irritation running across her face at the reminder of the existence of those rich, self-obsessed nobodies. "ugh. can’t believe this is the crap i’ve been letting you watch." she muttered under her breath, before quickly shaking her head and returning her gaze to you. “whatever.” you giggled. “you want me to roll up again?” “you read my mind hotstuff.” she joked, looking very pleased.

“you deserve it.” you gave her a kiss before rolling over to put your clothes back on. chloe staring at you the entire time. “damn right i do.” both of you spent the rest of the night smoking another blunt, watching snobby reality tv talking about whatever bullshit came to your faded minds, munching out and falling asleep together in each others arms at 4am. these kind of date nights were definitely your favourite.

[toynbeck]

u have like .. really good taste in media , so do u have any movie recommendations ?

my top favorites right now (in order)

1. I Saw The TV Glow (heartwrenching "coming-of-age"/psychological horror/wait.. he's "coming-of-age" so quickly--? Time wasn't right. It was moving too fast. I was 19, then I was 20, then I was 21. Like chapters skipped over on a DVD. I told myself, this isn't normal. This isn't normal. This isn't how life is supposed to feel. I thought about r-- really good movie if you haven't seen it already)

2. Possessor (trippy, violent sci-fi psychological horror. i wrote a song about this one. ive seen it around 5 times now and not a day goes by where i don't think of it.)

3. The Poughkeepsie Tapes (50% satirical mockumentary commentating on how america glorifies its serial killers, 50% found-footage horror, you'll need to look up warnings for this one [or just ask me, ive seen it 4 times, i can give you in-depth CW's without spoilers].)

4. Horse Girl (a girl's spiraling descent into conspiracy. trippy, mystery thriller)

other favorites in no specific order

• Antiviral (another Brandon Cronenberg film, sci-fi thriller, taking parasocial relationships to a whole new level)

• The PowerPuff Girls Movie (underrated and one of my favorite PPG-related things ever next to the now-banned rock opera episode, See Me Feel Me Gnomey)

• Longlegs (paranormal mystery horror film, an FBI agent gets more than she bargained for when delving into a new case. ASK ME ABOUT OZ PERKINS AND NICHOLAS CAGE'S PERSONAL CONNECTION TO THIS FILM AND HOW IT SAVED THE FILM ITSELF FOR ME AND MADE IT GO FROM "A WEE BIT DISAPPOINTING BUT STILL GOOD" TO "TOP FAVORITE" BECAUSE OF HOW IT IMPACTED THE WAY I VIEW IT... IF YOU DARE..)

• Catsoup (silent japanese cartoon, short film, you can find it on youtube! two cats go on a magical, somewhat dark, adventure. visually stunning)

• The Brave Little Toaster (the only disney film that will ever grace my favorites list. incredible. the anthropomorphization of objects is stellar, the characters i could go on and on about-- and the songs are fucking great. shoutout to mass car suicide [Worthless]. also this movie inspired one of my OC stories [Curtain Call].)

• I'm Thinking Of Ending Things (adaptation of my favorite book, very different from the book but i think it brings some excellent things to the table and tells it in a very cool way. psychological thriller, mystery. Jesse Plemons is in it, they grabbed him off the set of Breaking Bad and forgot to tell him he wasn't still playing Todd. [< compliment])

• Baby Driver (anyone who hates this movie doesn't know how to have fun. action-comedy, incredible soundtrack that is SYNCED TO THE HAPPENINGS IN THE FILM, main character is an autistic CODA who i love very much, i have a deep personal connection with this movie because of the person i watched it with and the impact it had on us.)

• I Don't Feel At Home In This World Anymore (action-comedy, crime, awkward girl and her awkward neighbor [who just met her but would kill and die for her] get in over their heads trying to retrieve a stolen laptop.)

• Poltergeist (1982, my ma's favorite horror film and one of mine too. paranormal, visually stunning, the practical effects are so fucking cool. also im decently sure it was inspired by Little Girl Lost, an episode of The Twilight Zone, because it's like a more fleshed-out version of that concept.)

• Home Movie (2008, it's on youtube, i can't remember if it's like overall good but it's the only instance thus far in which i think the "evil child" trope is done well so it makes my favorites list)

• Whiplash (ARE YOU RUSHING OR ARE YOU DRAGGING?!)

• Nightcrawler (crime thriller, guy's spiraling descent into abandoning all morals for the sake of his obsessive new project, and the gripping horrific ways that this choice affects those around him)

• Dread (2009, violent horror, guy's spiraling descent into abandoning all morals for the sake of his obsessive new project, and the gripping horrific ways that this choice affects those around him)

• Raggedy Ann And Andy : A Musical Adventure (on youtube, an animated childhood favorite that still holds up. shoutout to the blue camel)

aaaand some others im prooobably forgettinggg..? tried to include a bit of as many genres i could think of, since most of my favorites are horror :)

[myheadphonesareneverloudenough]

i don’t want to hear another millennial look me in the eyes and try to explain to me how life used to be as if there’s a 50 year gap between us. bitch i am gen Z and my favourite tv shows when i was a kid were recorded on tapes. i drive a 2008 ford ranger with manual locks and crank windows. my speaker still has an actual aux, so yes i fucking know what a fuck an auxiliary cord is. and that’s new, too. we used to play CD’s in the car, i remember the first time my parents ever had access to a “playlist” because they didn’t get iphones until i was in elementary school. “gen Z doesn’t even know what a DVD is” how about you shut the fuck up im trying to watch my lord of the rings extended edition dvd box set thank you. if you have a fucking problem take it up with gen alpha or something, i don’t give a fuck.

[cloudcountry]

I honestly think Malleus would love Howl's Moving Castle. Just imagine sitting in Ramshackle after the events of Idia's overblot, still having so many memories of previous ones on your mind. You're laying on the couch trying to think of what to do to take you away from the intruding thoughts of what could go wrong next. Grim is already asleep even though it just barely hit sundown. You decide to take a walk. You throw on an old hoodie from when you first arrived, it gets surprisingly cold in Wonderland at night. Just when your hand meets the cool metal of the doorknob three solid knocks are heard from the other side. You twist the knob slowly creaking it open just enough to see who is there. Surprisingly, the figure was familiar, looming and almost eerie in the low lighting, Malleus Draconia. "Greetings, child of man." the still shrouded figure softly spoke, as if he could spook you, "May I come in?" You nodded as you opened the door for him. Why not, company could be better than a walk to shut your nagging and anxiety filled thoughts up. Your eyes follow Malleus as he walked around like he knew this places as well as the back of his hand. You invite him to sit down in the lounge while you go back to rummage in your room for anything to entertain the prince with. You carefully sift through your belongs that have been mostly in your room's closet ever since you arrived. As luck would have it you were going to a sleep over when you were almost ran over by that damned carriage. You wonder if your friends worried where you went... you stop your thoughts right there. No time to worriedly wonder about your presence back on Earth, you had a guest over. You continue to rifle through your closet when you reach into the bottom of your old backpack for your hand to hit something hard. You pull it out to see it was a DVD copy of Howl's Moving Castle. Score! you found at least something to show him, hopefully he will take an interest in it. You shake off any dust that might have gathered on it, you were going to watch it at that sleep over. If Malleus was to stay the night then you guess its quest would be fulfilled. Either way it would be fun showing him something from your world. You go back to the lounge with your prize from the hunt in hand. Holding it up like a certain lion cub. You look to Malleus, who sits perched on the couch, for any comment. He cocks his head as he softly asks, "If I may ask, what may you be holding?" "Movie, from my world." You proudly say as you beeline over to the TV and all the tech stuff you got as an apology for what happened with the last overblot. You have to take a minute to look around the TV and figure out which gadget would work with what gizmo. After a taking an almost saddening amount of time turning on everything, you grab the remote from it's spot on the TV cabinet. You then turn and take your spot by Malleus. You finick with the remote until you can finally get the correct setting to work the TV. Malleus looks at you with pity but decides it's better for you to learn by yourself. You eventually figure out how to work most of the remote and have satisfied yourself with the setting enough to finally play the movie. "I really think you are going to like this" you chirp as you lean back into the couch. The prince silently nods as he intently watches the the TV. Oh, only if you knew what you had done. He did not stop talking about it for weeks, even suggested commissioning a gargoyle of Howl's bird form.

UHM IDK WHY I WROTE THIS ENTIRE THING IN YOUR INBOX??? TBH I WAS HAVING A MOMENT... ANYWASY MALLEUS WOULD LOVE HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE AND IM RIGHT :33

the way glorious masquerade has actually made me appreciate malleus a whole lot more JSHFDAHSGD

BUT THIS WAS SO CUTE?!!!?!?? DIES HE WOULD LOVE STUDIO GHIBLI

[micamone]

the thing about liking an almost 30 year old show is I'm not sure as much about what went on behind the scenes. and a significant part of that is how awesome it was that the fans were just more separate from creators then, like there was no social media and junk for us to to badger them on about things. but the from their side there wasnt a place they could just dump shit on us for fun. things were told through dvd commentaries and magazines published back then or panels and stuff at conventions or even TV specials and those are all very... ephemeral. like I'm sure its all recorded somewhere but it takes a little more digging and hoping fan websites have the info. and thats doable I'm not asking anyone to help me with that btw i just havent done it yet cause i wanna get thru the show first or I'll have one billion spoilers from not being able to stop reading.

but i think the biggest thing for me rn on stargate is, again i watched atlantis first. and that started in and branched off of like season 8 of sg1. so i know a lot about The Ancients, since they were a big player in SGA, and every time something tangenally related to them comes up in SG1 i get super excited and wave my arms and jump up and down for Daniels attention cause i want him to discover Atlantis so bad. im so excited for him and oh god he has his earpods in he cant hear me-

anyways. connecting these two points..... i have to wonder watching things progress how much they planned ahead. how much did they set up like "... yeah we'll decide to make something of that later" and how much of it was "oh dude the fans are gonna FLIP when we make this reveal in two seasons" you know????? i can listen to stuff about gravity falls when hirch and co talk about how they had no idea where they were going. they were like "well he has a twin somewhere. for some reason. and hes..... well hes there." and they literally came up with the everything on the fly. and then even in Gargoyles, which is old like stargate too, i read apparently the writers called each other once like "WAIT HEY THIS CHARACTER FROM THE VERY BEGINNING FIRST EPISODE? HOLY SHIT WHAT IF HE WAS THIS GUY-" sort of twist like.... way into the show lol

was that what was going on with The Ancients? and their whole..... ascended business? Orlin in this episode was very interesting cause i definitely recognized Oma D from a while back as an ancient, so i was glad Sam compared Orlin to her, but this was the first time theyre REALLY like "yup, that monk and myths of the jaffa werent just talk. this ascension biz is for real and a bigger deal than you thought" BUT! they still havent really connected it to the ancients. at all. i dont think daniel even said the writing on the machine Orlin helped build was ancient, and it didn't look like it, but then like.... Orlin also just said he was Human.

and was that true? WAS he human? humans can ascended, sure. but he also made a freakin stargate. in sam's basement. (Obadiah Stane voice) WITH A BUNCH OF SCRAPS!

... he already was the cause of death for people he cared about once for giving away too much information, i wouldnt be surprised if he lied about being human. but also wouldnt be surprised if the writers were like..... unsure and didnt care cause it doesnt matter lmao they were just vibing. you know. idk im sure Orlin and even Oma will get brought up AGAIN later, im only in the beginnings of season 5 after all and know some spoilers that the ascension thing ans ancients become a big deal later but. yeah its just interesting. i like picking apart creators minds for their stories and its just not possible in the same way on such an old show. even if i could ask them, they'd be having to recall through decades of memories that change as they have over the years. and that provides an interesting color on things as well but... its not the same as knowing what they were thinking back then.

[dancingwithdecay]

Sunday, January 09, 2005

wake the dead

i promised a more well written journal entry, and one shall be written, right now. first off, ive been home since decemeber 29th and i must say i'm lovin' it, much like the people who gorge themselves with the royal with cheese while shooting hoops. but in all seriousness, ive been hanging with my friends, seeing my family, watching my dog pee on the carpet, and it's all good. so i ate a lot today. sue me. that's right, i said sue me. just like you used to in 5th grade. and you know what? i'm still freakin hungry. i'm sitting here at my apartment, it's quarter after 5 am, theres a scary looking corpse-like women on tv telling me how to discover free money, and i have to be up in less than 6 hours for a fun filled trip with some of my friends to the field museum, or as it should be called, the natural history museum. i'm going to touch dino bones. i cleaned out my car a few days ago to find nothing of interest except i guess i spilled some coke everywhere and forgot to clean it up and my car was very syrupy. ew. funny thing happened today, i was leaving to go to my friend's place to play some card games and enjoy spicey chinese food that made my tounge cry, when this awesome homeless couple was hanging out by the garbage can in back of my place. they were really cool. they gave me one of their beers which i think i left in my friends fridge, and we talked about my car for a while because they were suprised someone had a black toyota rather than a white or red one. they assumed i had a black car because i wore dark clothes. they also thought i was a "computer whiz". i just nodded. they were really nice. i felt bad i didn't have money to give them. i also felt bad taking a beer, but i wouldve felt just as bad turning it down. it was kind of awkward. but none the less very pleasent folks. so im putting some cds on my computer to put on my ipod. im gonna continue on that path and then head to the resting place. nights.

currently enjoying:

music:

m83-dead cities, red seas and lost ghosts

the dears-no cities left

nick drake-pink moon

darkest hour-hidden hands of a saddist nation

(sorry, nothing new)

dvd:

the micheal gondry. chris cunningham, spike jonze dvd set

south park season 3

garden state

books:

none my friend

other:

-cooking steak

-putting up my empire strikes back poster after i framed it

-playing apple to apple

-having ipod parties with my one friend who would hit me in the goods if i said his/her name, so we'll just call this person 'sanders'

[videostak]

dont kno what im gonna watch tonight if i even watch anything tonight.... rly digging how watching VHS feels like idk i always enjoyed it but with a clean room and clean mind and everything i can rly clearly see and feel how its its own experience that idk is liek transformative art. and not just by like association w/ whatever "retro" vibes ppl associate w/ vhs but like just the genuine analog mood u experience watching stuff on it. like idk its v comforting on a nice crt n everything i kinda prefer it over dvd but thats also cause i have A LOT of dvds that are meant for widescreen TVs that i watch on my CRT so lots gets cut out annoyingly . like i have to look for older ones that are widescreen formatted for fullscreeeen TVs like i have a average amount that are like that like i think my hong kong import DVDs are all widescreen but then lots of like mid 2000s and past DVDs are meant to be viewed on widescreen TVs and dont rly have an adjustable option for fullscreeeen TVs i was able to go into the dvd player settings and set it to view widescreen movies so i can see a lil more but still cuts off a good amount of the sides. anyways ya im def gonna watch a movie tonight probably like once i change into sweats and its the later half of hte day. cause rn im still in pants and stuff even tho im not going anywhere or doing anything. i had went to the thrift but also idk kinda felt like nervous cause it was p crowded cause its saturday so i kinda didnt rly look too much and just kinda browsed a lil bit b4 leaving.

[autumnhortsnort]

ok i have advice for how to learn to recognize story structures. bcs i don't think the underlying issue is world building. i think it might be story structure and where you want to go with it.

first off: world building is only as important as you need it to be. good world building doesn't actually matter as far as story enjoyment goes. look at game of thrones; people loved that show even tho the world building is atrocious.

Also world building is generally better of it is built in service to the themes and plot so having a good idea of where you want to go will help a ton with the world building later.

As an aside this advice may not work for people that have a different style of writing than me. im more of a architect style writer but garden writers are very common.

garden style is usually more episodic, the author may have a goal but usually will meander their way to it. its just messing around with stuff that you enjoy/feels right. generally its pretty character driven.

architect style is heavily planned out before hand there is a goal/endpoint that the writer knows and is working towards. usually needs a pretty thorough timeline/outline.

garden style lends itself well to exploring characters and character dynamics. a ton of sitcoms are likely garden style writing, as well as adventure time, steven universe, and the first season of gravity falls.(i strongly suspect neil gaiman tends to write garden style as well). architect style is generally good for people that tend to get lost or stuck in a spot. or if your story needs structure.

but this advice is more for architect writing, and doing this made my writing more strongly architect style.

It is also batshit crazy.

Basically you need to find a piece of media with multiple iterations and shotgun all of them. Take a ton of notes. Note story concepts, character interactions, tropes, writing techniques and compare these between each iteration. Beaze and i did this with as many of the on screen tmnt iterations as we could get our hands on. We watched nothing but tmnt for 2 and a half straight days. If it works you will not be able to go back to how you watched media before. I can't read or watch a story without seeing the narrative bones poke through.

breadsword watched the entire scooby doo movie collection and went through a ton of the same stuff. You could definitely do it with the transformers iterations.

What you could also do is read through the odyssey and watch and compare it to Oh brother where art thou. Basically taking iterations/adaptations and seeing how the writers translate it into there own story.

other stuff id recommend:

gravity falls dvd commentary goes over the basics of how these kind of shows are written episode to episode, useful for tv and episodic writing in general.

study politics for the era you plan to set your story, and what events caused said politics. i like to watch videos on the orgins of fashions and the aesthetics of an era bcs quite often the things people wear, the architecture, and how they decorated their houses with reflect a ton about culture and current politics.

try to figure out what sub genres make up your story, is it a: workplace comedy? roadtrip odyssey? springbreak rager? College grads trying to complete an experiment? ect. Highly recommend osp trope talks, and folding ideas for discussions of story elements.

ultimately nitty gritty world building is for after you've got a good idea of what you want to do. it will usually hurts more than it helps if you focus too much on it in the early stages of writing.

When it comes to character building I'd recommend making them with plot useful traits first, then add backstory that explains those traits, and flesh them out from there.

Additionally building characters in pairs or trios is a good idea. give them traits that inherently lead to character interactions (good or bad).

been strugglin to do art related things involving my own creations that arent fandom related. I want to do something with my art and characters, maybe make a comic or animation, but I don't feel my heart in some places where I do in others. like, the alien platoon i have, i want to do something with them but I'm not sure what , truth be told. I'm not much of a story writer and I guess not having a story has been pushing me away from wanting to do more with them as a whole, even tho I really want to.

[ponyrepress]

why is the rebellion dub literally nowhere.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 2/7/23

feeling sort of neutral to apathetic about a lot of media this week! two pics of my cat tho to make up for it

listening

NOT feeling neutral or apathetic about the tuesdaysong, pont alexandre iii off the 1998 album Noir by alexander lasarenko. this is a sort of fun little film score exercise by a composer who did a lot of tv work, including PBS' NATURE. the drum fill does sound like it’s from 1998 and i mean that as a compliment. bond movies are emphathetically not noir although they occasionally borrow some visuals, but this piece reminds me of early daniel craig bond movies with the sleek synthy orchestra and subdued horns. they both have the same fuckin uhhhh. the british exotic location travelogue strings. the piano makes me think point and click mystery game.

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reading

star wars: yoda dark rendezvous by sean stewart. i am about halfway through but this reread is reviving memories of my last reread in uhhhhh. summer 2011 probably. this feels like it was half a concept for a middle grade book about a padawan finding her confidence and ability after losing her master very early in the clone wars, and half a concept for an adult book about the deep sorrow and loss between the treacherous count dooku and his former master, yoda. and in the background of all this ventress (ventress my worstie i love her) is begging and pleading to be made an apprentice while dooku flatly refuses. a generous reading would be “this is all history that rhymes and points to how the master/padawan relationship is not a good pedagogy method for either side and is deeply fucked up” but i think this idea is quite muddied in the middle of this book. it does not always feel deliberate that everyone at once is having trouble managing either their padawans' or their masters' emotions.

the tonal whiplash between the first few chapters is absolutely bonkers. like it's star wars, you couldn't Really show torture on screen or on the page in this specific storytelling era, but it's certainly implied. and then we get a fun field games day for the padawans in the next chapter!!! you don't really consume any star wars media for the prose, but the prose here occasionally gets in the way of itself. it does take a few chapters to find its footing but it is, as i remember, a snappy and fast read. one of the most goth settings in the starred wars imo. the soft plush moss that will start to dissolve your skin if you take a nap in the blood forest has stuck in my brain in the. idk, decade plus since i read this book.

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watching

The Big Sleep (1946, dir. Hawks) is just as good the third time around. i still have a great deal of difficulty following the plot, but this is a movie that first and foremost Looks incredibly good. shoutout to physical media once again bc this 2005 dvd from the turner classic media co. has solid, reliable, properly timed subtitles. none of the pirate streaming sites i like can boast the same for this particular movie.

in other news new felix colgrave short dropped and it is a bizarre perfect delight

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playing

beat wolfenstein: the new order on the babiest level and it still took me like forty minutes to sit through the cutscenes. it does such a good job of presenting you with all these very fun environments to run through that you manage to forget that you are very much on rails and it's essentially a boomer shooter (over the top maximalist first person shooter) cramming itself into hallways until the last level in the castle, which feels like endless corridors. im also cranky they showed me so many airships but never let me walk around on an airship. or throw a nazi off an airship.

might wanna get that tesla coil on fire checked out. like i know it's my fault but someone should be alerted about this

i don't really know that this game stuck the landing, for me. i think the last castle level really dragged, and the courtyard arena + the last hallway arena with the catwalks felt very same-y. it's also annoying to me that they give me a sniper rifle but there's no real way to use it as part of a stealth run. there aren't a lot of opportunities for stealth in the back half of this game. it is too much of a shooter and not enough of a narrative/rpg for my tastes, i think. i don't think i'll be continuing on with the series bc i'm not terribly attached to blazkowicz.

this and fallout are like The big AAA alt-history tentpoles, but it's a very small tent. this game was fun for what is was, which was a self-contained and fairly short shooter you're meant to play through twice to get two slightly different narrative routes. it reviewed well at the time and i think the reviews are pretty fair, i had a normal amount of fun aside from the sharp glee of the moon exhibit ramps and crawling through vents in the moon base, i liked it a normal amount and will not be integrating it into my personality. so it fuckin goes sometimes.

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making

a baby (not mine) blanket, which will absolutely not be ready for the baby (again not mine) in a month and a half. this is going to end up about 40" square and is this pattern off ravelry. it is some flavor of caron baby yarn (i cannot currently find the ballband) on 4mm bamboo circs bc u cannot make a delicate baby blanket. what's the point. its going to go through the wettest hell you can imagine bc a baby's one job is to make fluids.

this pattern is just spicy enough that it's hard to watch TV and count stitches at the same time so i am BURNING through podcasts. slowly but surely getting caught up on A More Civilized Age and their three hour discussions of each star wars episode of Andor. five star podcast five star runtime

[voidsteffy]

Hi! I usually never send these but I’ve been following you for a while and love your desi content! I just saw your new pfp and I had to tell you because I used to be OBSESSED with Anand. Like I watched it so many times when I was a kid that 1. our disc stopped working😭 and 2. when I rewatched it last week I could quote the whole movie by heart😅. And now I’ve been listening to the soundtrack on repeat. Anyways I just wanted to say how nice it is to see desi content on main and that I am also obsessed with Sita Ramam❤️

*poking @budugu* LOOK LOOK ANOTHER ONE!

baby boo I feel this fluttery feeling whenever a person comes up to my ask box like "WE HAVE AWESOME TASTE MANU WE BOTH LOVE ANAND AND WE BOTH EXIST ON THIS SITE"

this moment reads like an 'if i had a nickel' joke and im loving it!

I USED TO WATCH IT ON DVD TOO! my dad made three copies just for me and i used to like, listen to those songs five hundred times every day to choreograph steps (Anand and Bommarillu and Godavari because i am a person of exquisite taste like that)

and then my stereo player broke and dvds went out of existence (I know why my dad cries about the floppies now) and I was taken from one of my true loves. Godavari and BOmmarillu still play on the tv but they don't roll Anand if their kidney was stolen.

Whenever I manage to see it now, I know the script by heart and the different expressions, and how the songs are so neat and tied up, and how Anand and Roopa was my first boy next door + grumpy - sunshine himbo trope... Set my standards high like you wouldn't believe. Even Anita and Raju, who weren't even together, were couple goals and I will die on this hill

(also, am I the only one who notices new hidden meanings with every rewatch... cz THERE ARE SO MANYYYY!)

thanks a lot for this ask darling, made my day right in the morning... and it's wonderful to see people responding to the desi content and rambles I post on main

this is my way of saying you look amazing today kanna

[estrel]

Saving Grace (And Staying Put)

destiel december 2020 prompt: presents | wc: ~1.3k

russian translation available thanks to @hereigoagain !!

[READ ON AO3] [RUSSIAN]

"What'd you think?"

Dean's staring at Cas, a glass full of eggnog resting against his lips. Behind the rim of it he’s hiding a smile at Cas' thoughtful squint, as Cas watches the end credits roll on the television.

"I think...I still don't understand. Are you meant to be my George Bailey?"

Dean splutters into his drink at that, sitting up to wipe eggnog from his mouth and set the cup on the coffee table. He shoots Cas a look, but Cas is still frowning, head tilted in question and maybe a little bit of concern at Dean's reaction.

After watching a myriad of Christmas movies that included Gremlins (a classic), Home Alone (another classic) and Krampus (Jack was not a fan), Sam and Jack had disappeared off to bed and Dean had stuck It's A Wonderful Life into the DVD player. His hope had been that Cas would get his Clarence references after watching it, but instead Cas was comparing Dean to the suicidal businessman that the angel saves in the movie.

What had made Dean choke was that he wasn't exactly wrong.

"I—I guess I am, man, yeah. I mean, I'd like to think I'm a little less pathetic, and I'm probably not as nice as he is, but it's...you're not too far off."

Their eyes meet, and Dean reaches between them for the remote.

"But I'm," Cas says, in a tone that makes Dean pause. "I'm not an angel anymore."

Dean sits back on the couch again, shifting once to get comfortable. "So?"

"So..."

He waits for Cas to continue, rubbing a thumb over the buttons on the remote as the silence stretches. The credits on the TV come to a stop. 

"So, I'm not...’Clarence’ anymore."

"And...what? Is that supposed to faze me, or something?" Dean looks at him again, and Cas' face expresses his apparent uncertainty. 

Dean smooths out his frown, opting instead to get across some of his own sincerity by dropping the deflections for a second.

"Cursed or not, Cas," he says gently, "Angel or not. Doesn't matter, we're...I—I'm better with you. So none of that leeriness, okay? Because you're more than just a set of fluffy wings and a halo."

He thinks Cas might take a crack at him again, indulge him that angels don’t have halos or harps or whatever Dean had said, but he doesn’t. He watches Dean for a long moment, all the while Dean pointedly tries not to notice, flipping channels for something else to watch. The Grinch might be good. 

“I have something for you.”

Cas reaches into a pocket, keeping his hand there while he thinks of how to proceed.

“I know it’s Christmas Eve, and that’s not typically when gifts are given... I also know that there’s probably a whole ritual that has rules and I’m sure you’re very picky about them, but I still...I don’t know if this will count as a present. But I still want to give it to you, if you’ll accept it,” Cas says. 

Dean feels his heart racing, thrumming against his chest so fast it makes him lightheaded. He simply nods, not trusting himself to speak, and watches as Cas pulls out the chain of a necklace until it reveals a small glowing vial that hangs off of it. 

On instinct, Dean reaches out to touch it, hovering his fingers just over the glass. He lifts his gaze to look at Cas. 

“Cas...what is this?”

The essence inside the vial swirls, a bright blue almost the shade of Cas’ eyes. Dean’s entranced, watching as it rhythmically shifts and moves against the glass. 

“It’s me,” Cas replies. “Well, more accurately...it’s my Grace.” 

Dean freezes. 

“Come again?”

Cas sighs softly. “My Grace.”

“You—you saved it?” Dean means to ask ‘How?’ next, but his mouth says, “And you’re giving it to me?”

Cas nods. 

“Why?”

Cas lets his arm relax, lowering it so that the necklace rests between them on the seat cushion of the couch. “You...gave me my humanity, Dean. You showed me how to care about...about everyone. I know I can never repay you for that, but I thought...I thought the least I could do was give a part of myself in return. I—” he hesitates, biting his bottom lip in thought.

“What?”

“No, nothing. I just...hope that you’ll accept it.”

Cas lifts it again in offering, and Dean moves his hand to fit the vial against his palm. It's warm to the touch. Dean wraps his fingers around it, and Cas lets go of the chain. It falls limply against Dean's knuckles.

"Thank you, Cas," He says, bringing it close to his heart. Cas smiles.

"Actually, I uh...I have something for you, too," Dean adds. With his free hand, he digs into his jean pocket and pulls it out, suddenly feeling that it’s a little dumb in comparison to the gift Cas just gave him.

"It's, ah, not exactly angel Grace, but," he holds out the flat of his palm, showing Cas.

Cas takes it from Dean's hand, holding it as if it’s as precious as the necklace Dean is clutching onto for dear life. He levels Dean with a serious stare.

"Are these...?"

"Keys," Dean says, "One's for Baby, and the other's for the Bunker."

Cas is quiet, so Dean keeps going. "I figured, y'know, without your Grace, you'll be needing to get places and, well, keys...open doors." He mentally curses himself. Keys open doors? He squeezes his eyes shut, shakes his head a little to reset himself. 

"What I mean to say is, now it'll be easier to get home. You can come and go when you'd like, and you don't have to wait for one of us to let you in."

Cas' eyebrows twitch at that. "Home," he repeats, but it’s said like a question.

Dean nods, smiling softly. “Yeah, Cas. Home.” He looks away, startled a little by Cas’ sincere eyes that search his face. “If—If you’ll accept it.”

“Yes,” Cas says quickly. “I accept.”

“Good,” Dean responds. He tries to ignore how the racing of his heart makes his hands shake. He looks down at the necklace. It swings a little, gently touching his chest.

“Um,” Dean holds it out to Cas. He waits a moment too long, though, because he can see Cas’ smile beginning to falter. “Do you think you could help me with this?”

Stunned, Cas takes the necklace and Dean bows his head, feeling his ears go red. It’s a sign of trust, Dean knows, to let your guard down like this in their line of work. It’s like baring your neck to a vampire, or falling asleep next to a djinn.

Cas moves closer on the couch, and their knees touch just barely. Dean watches Cas’ Grace dip underneath his chin as Cas pulls the chain around his neck. He can feel Cas’ arms raised on either side of him as he fastens it, can smell Cas’ scent from how close they are. 

Then Cas is done, fingertips brushing the back of Dean’s neck as he rests the cold chain there. His touch lingers, and Dean’s breath catches, and then Dean is lifting his head up. 

They’re closer than he thought. 

“Thank you,” he whispers. Cas gives a small nod, eyes a little wide. His hands are still at the back of Dean’s neck, fingers brushing gently at the hair on Dean’s nape. Dean shivers, unable to contain it. He brings a hand up to Cas’ tie, holding it a moment, before deciding it could use some adjustment. 

Then both hands are fixing the knot, and when Dean is done, he uses the tie as leverage to pull Cas closer. There’s a pause, when both of their noses bump against each other, where Dean gives Cas an out. 

He doesn’t take it.

Dean presses forward, fitting their lips together. It’s the satisfaction of two missing puzzle pieces finally sliding into place, after years of being lost and collecting dirt under a couch. It’s clean, and it’s warm, and it feels like Purgatory all over again—like purity.

When they pull away, Dean’s a little out of breath. He places a hand on Cas’ face, running a thumb over his cheek.

“Stay,” Dean says. “Don’t leave my side again. I want—I want you to stay.”

Cas’ eyes glisten. “I will,” he says. “I will.”

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[dilftaroooo]

How are you? You dropped this 👑

Anyways! The post with the Jujutsu boys. What if Gojo was a fox and his s/o was a bunny? That can be fluff or nsfw. I loved the last post you made with Sukuna

𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐘 𝐧𝐚𝐲__𝐛𝐛

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: female reader (bunny hybrid; specifically a french lop), race/ethnicity is not mentioned.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.5k+

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you and satoru have a movie night but he keeps being so mean >:(

baby that crown must be someone else’s but ill take it 👀 ty! for this one im gonna do fluff bc i have been writing a lot of nsfw fics and i wanna do smt new :) and im happy u liked my sukuna post, anon☺️💗

btw the movies mentioned below aren’t real. i just made them up on the spot. im tryna prevent anyone from actually searching them up just to find no results 💀

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒: fluff, gojo likes to scare you a lot (why? bc he’s a dick), he still loves you a lot though, lots of hugs n kisses *smoooch*

it was finally the day the both of you were waiting for — friday. coming back home from an enervating day of work led to the both of you to flop on the couch like a child’s rag doll, limp bodies becoming one with the soft cushioning.

there wasn’t anything you wanted to do but snuggle in the firm chest of gojo until you drift off into an easy slumber and dream of the future of your everlasting love.

scenarios of your wedding day already started to materialize in your head; what do you think the color scheme would be? a white and lavender? seems cliché. what about a salmon pink? oh! perhaps your gown can be white and the bridesmaids’ will be salmon pink. that sounds cute. and toru would look so charming in a tuxedo-

a smile was plastered on your delicate features at the sweet imagery your mind was able to generate but your thought bubble popped once you heard the silky voice of your boyfriend.

“ya’ wanna watch a movie?” his thumb swept under his thick blindfold and he lifted up the fabric to looked at you with those stunning baby blue orbs that left you in a trance.

it took you a brief second to catch yourself, softly nodding your head while you held eye contact; those eyes never failed to shamelessly steal the breath from your lungs.

“mhm.”

standing at your answer, gojo skims over the organized shelf of movies near the tv, occasionally pulling out the cases to critique the cover before flipping it to read the summary, he repetitively clicks his tongue, contemplating on which movie would take the hour and thirty minutes away from their day.

“hmmm how about ‘24 Hours’? — ‘a man is destined to save his abducted wife and kids from the powerful grasp of a past enemy. but there is one downfall — he only has twenty four hours until fate comes eye to eye with his family.’”

you purse your lips in thought before shaking your head.

“mm-mm. not in the mood for an action movie.”

your answer results in a chipper “‘kay!” from gojo before putting the case back in the shelf and looking for more potential movies you can watch.

“ooo! what about this? this sounds good, ‘in What They Won’t Tell, beatrice schultz is hired to work at a psychiatric hospital. she’s enthused to help those in need but as her time there extends, she can’t help but realize how strange the staff are acting with the clients...’”

he turns to face you for a reaction only to be met with another shake of your head.

“sounds depressing.” gojo ears flattened on his head as he pouts.

“oh come on, little bunny, don’t refuse everything! give it a chance, it might be good.”

“i’ve only refused two movies, toru. we have like, over a hundred movies in that shelf. we’ll find something.”

“hmph!” searching the shelf for the third time he lets out a satisfied hum and plucked out the movie case that he thought sound interesting, making his way to the dvd player once reading the enthralling summary.

“toru, what’s this?” movie previews start to play on the relatively large tv screen and gojo picks you up to set you his lap, hugging your frame close to his, a toothy grin appears on his chiseled face from your inquiry. he carefully caresses your floppy ears.

“you’ll see.” looking at the empty case on the coffee table you read the big font smack dab in the middle, “Night of the Genocide”, then the dvd menu appears on screen along with an ominous tune to go with it, the menu was filled with snippets of characters soaked in blood running from the serial killer on the dvd cover.

you whine at the sight and hugged gojo closer to you. “toruuu, i don’t wanna watch this. it looks scary.” he can feel you shrivel up against him and he coos your name gently before tightening his hold.

“don’t worry, y/n-chan! i’ll protect you from all the dangerous killers out there. i’d even fight the whole world if it meant saving you!” you look up to the zealous fox with a sparkle in your eyes, you felt your cheeks rise from the small smile you were giving him. gojo found that so cute.

“you will?”

“mhm! anything for my cute, fluffy bunny!~” you ease yourself in his lap, sheltered by his arms and guarded by kingdom come. oh he is just perfect for you.

the screen turns pitch black when he presses the play button and the living room loses its lighting, you would have been shivering in fear under your clothes but gojo was right there behind you, providing your body with his warmth and the fresh scent of his cologne. it’ll be alrig-

“grrr!!”

“aaack!!!”

you cage your head with your arms in a futile attempt the prevent any harm from coming your way. gojo roared out into a great heap of laughter, his chest inflated with each howl and his hand finds a place on his stomach from the pain it caused him. your brows furrow alongside a pout of your lower lip.

“the movie didn’t even start and you’re already screaming!” his body underwent multiple convulsions from his wheezing, tossing and turning to calm his fit — it just had him in stitches!

“satoru! that wasn’t funny!”

“you’re right, it was hilarious..!” sending him a glare you move off his lap to sit on the other side of the wide couch. he whimpers from the lack of your body heat. small chuckles come out from him as he tries to bring you back (you bite his reaching hand to which he quickly retracts).

“he-he heeey. come on babe. i was just fucking around. c’mere. sit on my lap, i feel so cold without you.” but you just side eyed him.

“no. you’ll just scare me again.”

“i won’t.”

“how do i know you’re not lying?”

“cross my fingers and hope to die.”

you release a loud ‘hmph’ and crawl your way back onto his lap, automatically forgiving him for his dirty deed — he’s lucky he’s so pretty.

not too long after, your attention went back to the tv screen to watch what the movie had in store for you both.

“toru? toru, where are you?” you walked down the long hallway searching for gojo. towards the middle of the movie he paused it before excusing himself to the bathroom but that was eighteen minutes ago. he never takes that long.

“toru...?”

the bathroom door was open but the light wasn’t on — there was absolutely no noise in the house. strange. now you really starting to grasp at the situation at hand. you were alone. in a dark. long. hallway. with no satoru.

oh no. oh no no no no. you have to find him.

“t-t-toru? are you in here?” you hesitantly led yourself into the bedroom — the pitch dark bedroom might you add.

looking around but not seeing anything, your tail involuntarily twitches in fear, an action you had no control over. you were frightened. you never liked being in a dark room, always in need for the light to brighten up the eerie darkness.

-lights... the lights... why don’t you just turn on the lights? ugh, another moment where you forget you have a brain.

extending your hand to aimlessly find the light switch on the wall, another yelp (added onto the abundant amount of yelps due to the movie) erupted from lips as felt someone hug you from behind.

“gotcha!”

you both land on the unmade bed and gojo lays on top of you while nibbling at your neck.

“nom nom nom,”

“you said you wouldn’t do that again!” you push him off you, obviously annoyed by his false promise.

“i’m sorry baby. i couldn’t help myself. forgive me please?”

“it won’t be that easy.” you say while avoiding eye contact. you knew if you stared a little longer your heart would be flooded with pity.

gojo rests his head on your chest and a whimper rumbles in his throat, you saw his doe eyes gaze up at you in your peripheral view — a notorious tactic of his.

he whimpers when you don’t pay him with your attention, going up the nudge his head cutely under your chin and his furry ears flick at your skin. he was getting harder to ignore.

“yyy/nnnn.~”

“...”

“y/n look at how sorry i am.” he hangs his lower lip heavily.

“...”

gojo’s ideas were running low. what exactly can he do to get you to look at him?

then a light bulb appeared above his head. he sends you many kisses from your chest all the way to your cheeks, and gojo could see the subtle smile growing on your face and the crease in your eyes.

“you know you can’t ignore me. i’m just too cute aren’t i!”

your subdued giggles converted into fits of laughter as his pecks became more dramatic, you writhe in joy from the ministration.

“do you—muah—forgive me—muah—now—muah muah...”

“o-ok...toru-... yes! i forgive you! haha, stop it!!”

“yaaay!” he hugs you tightly and kisses your plump lips, you chuckle into the kiss as you feel his tail tickle your leg. your night was spent with passionate moments, a refreshing shower, and an unfinished movie that you will soon complete the next day — horror movies were never scary if watched in the morning anyways, you think.

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Whatever You Want (13th Doctor)

Characters: 13th Doctor X Fem!Reader

Universe: Doctor Who

Warnings: None

Request: I really just want some cute sapphic fluff with 13 x fem reader where reader finds out that the doctor hasn't done a vast majority of the typical fun human things, and after arranging with Ryan, Yaz and Graham, when the doctor takes them back home to see their families, etc, (part 1)reader takes the doctor out on a few days long trip to typical human-like activity places; like theygo to the aquarium, a cinema, etc, and just have a good time doing human things and then spend the evening back at Y/Ns place and Y/N orders takeout (part 2)and they curl up and watch a movie or something idk im just a hopeless lesbian desperate for any 13 x fem reader i can get my hands on lmao (part 3 [final])

“Alright, how does a trip home sound?” The Doctor asked her several companions after another successful adventure. Everyone agreed to it, yourself included, and the Doctor smiled and started to put in the co-ordinates. “How long till you want me to pick you up?” 

“Three days?” Yaz suggested.

“Sounds good! I’ll drop you lot off at the Winter Garden, meet me back there in 3 days, alright?” The doctor announced, getting the TARDIS in motion. Soon the ship landed, everyone walking off the TARDIS, waving their temporary goodbyes. You however, stood and lent on the TARDIS. “What about you?” The Doctor asked, noticing you hadn’t turned to leave.

“Actually…” You dragged on, turning to face her, still leaning on the TARDIS. “I was wondering if you wanted to spend some time with me?” You suggested, immediately her face lit up like when you ask a dog if they want to go for a walk or if they want a treat. “I remember you saying you’ve not been to the movies or an aquarium. What do you say?” 

“Yeah! Duh!” She immediately agreed, closing the TARDIS door behind herself, and locking arms with you, giving a tight squeeze as you started your walk to the nearest cinema.

The day was a blur of fun and happiness. You recommended some movies to the Doctor but let her choose, and of course she chose a historic recreation movie, and she would whisper things they got right and wrong to you during the movie, which only made you smile, and then you decided to watch another movie, this one a sci fi, with 3D glasses and everything. When the movie finished, the Doctor stole your glasses and tucked them into her pocket with her own pair, claiming she was adding them to her collection before going into some story about Cybermen and a Rose? She was talking too quickly for you to actually follow along, but you didn’t interrupt, instead just trying to follow along as this story apparently linked to another story to do with Daleks. The doctor only stopped her story when she saw a certain cafe- a cat Cafe, and eagerly asked if you could go in for a drink, which you agreed to. The doctor admittedly didn’t do a lot of drinking, and more cuddling cats and having full conversations with them, telling you how she spoke cat in a matter of fact tone, even at one point dropping one into your lap saying it liked you, and to your surprise it curled up in your lap. 

“It’s getting dark… I don’t think the Aquarium will be open at this time.” The doctor commented as you walked out the cafe, looking up at the sky that was going from dark blue, to purple, to red to orange from the sun setting behind the city buildings around you. 

“That’s fine, we can go tomorrow! How about you have a sleepover at mine for tonight? I could order takeout?” You suggested to her, her disappointed pout turning back to a gleeful smile. 

You got home, calling up the best takeaway place you knew in the area, leaving the Doctor to look through your DVD collection for a new movie, or even a tv series. When you hung up, you walked to your kitchen to make some hot drinks before the Doctor decided on what to watch and called you to inform you, so you brought the drinks in to her, and she took hers off of you to take a sip before she pulled a face when it burnt her mouth, making you laugh as you set yours down on the coffee table. “Alright, food will be here in 25 minutes.” You  informed her, sitting down with her on your settee. 

“Today’s been nice… what else are we going to do tomorrow and the day after?” She asked you. You turned to her as well, smiling softly. 

“Whatever you want.” 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[mizunetzu]

You said you wanted iida requests especially with a male s/o so could you do Iida and his bf watching horror movies? Thank you! and i loved your other iida one :))

Ahhhh the Iida dudeeeeee-bro I had so much fun writing this-

I also aspire to have iidareaders reblog my post LMAOO

(A/n: this takes place before the stain attack, so tensei still has working legs LMAO. I had to put mr ingenium in here somewhere)

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Iida x reader - Movie Night

⚠️ Warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“No.”

“Come on, Iida!” (Y/n) jabbed his boyfriend in his chest, even though he knew he wouldn’t budge. The engine legged boy simply crossed his arms over his broad chest and gave another curt “no”

“Why nooooot!” (Y/n) tugged on his sleeves, practically leaning off the other male. Iida hid his forming blush through his glasses. “I am not very fond of the horror genre, (L/n)-kun. I believe it is very unentertaining when you’re too startled to even glance at the scre-“

“So you won’t watch with me because you’re scared?” The taller boy choked on his orange juice. “No I am not! I..I simply believe it is a childish genre of movie-“

“Tenya, pleaaaaase?” (Y/n) stood up from his chair and slammed his hands down on the table ever-so-gently. “(L-L/n)-kun, please lower your voice we are in a cafeteria.”

“Tenyaaaaa,” oh the things he does to this mans heart. Use his first name one more time and he’ll light up like a Christmas tree.

“Can we watch one just this once? I already bought the movie, and I really, really, really wanted to watch it with you!” (Y/n) sat back down, but not before booring his gaze into iidas glasses. He shifted uncomfortably, before regaining his posture and sitting up straight again.

He didn’t want to watch it, but having his boyfriend cling to his arm and be so irritatingly cute was messing with his voice of reason. He hiked his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “...if it’ll satisfy you, then alright...”

(Y/n) let go with a victory yelp, and pumped his fist in the air. “I promise you won’t regret it, dude! I’ll meet you at your house at six!”

“Did-did you just call me, your significant other, dude?”

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(Y/n) walked to the gates of the Iida estate with a satisfied hum gracing his features. He gave a polite nod to the security guard on duty, who in return opened the gate.

“Say hi to mrs Iida for me, Kid.” The guard waved from his post. (Y/n) nodded once again.

He walked through the all too familiar pathway leading up to the Iida estate, clutching a plastic bag with a dvd inside. He glanced over his bag once more before buzzing the doorbell attached to the wall.

Soon after, a man with similar hair and eyebrows answered the door, eyes crinkling at the corners in form of a smile.

“(L/n), yo! I didn’t know you were coming over today.” (Y/n) chuckled and swung the bag over his shoulders. “Is Tenya inside?”

That man was Iida Tensei, Tenyas older brother and pro hero Ingenium. (Y/n) had no idea why he was here, as he should be working at his agency or at least at his own house. Not that it bothered him, no.

Tensei made way for (y/n) to step inside, whilst he turned his head and cupped his mouth. “Tenya, your boyfriends here!”

Immediately, a pair of thick set engine legs came flying down the stairs. “H-He’s not my boyfriend, Tensei! It is rude to consider one of my closest friends as my significant other!”

Oh, you poor, closeted, fool.

Tensei let out a breathy laugh and apologized half heartedly. Iida made a beeline towards (y/n), grabbing his hand and dragging him further into the house. Tensei clicked his tongue.

“Don’t be rude, Tenya! Greet your ‘friend’ properly!”

“Yeah, Teeeeenya. You hurt my feelings-I want a hug~”

(Y/n) outstretched his arms towards the flustered boy. Shaking from humiliation, Iida robotically wrapped his arms around (y/n), before marching off into the living room area. Tensei’s chuckles and a “have fun with your movie, guys,” could be heard as Iida dragged (y/n) towards the living room.

Iida plopped down on the couch with a sigh. “So...may I know what movie we are watching?”

(Y/n’s) eyes gleamed, as he reached into his plastic bag. He pulled out his dvd copy of a recent horror movie with a determined smile. Iida gulped audibly.

“I’ll...go pop some popcorn...” Iida croaked, lips curving up in a pathetic smile.

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To say that Iida was scared was an understatement.

They were already midway through the movie, (y/n’s) eyes glued to the screen and absentmindedly chucking popcorn in his mouth, while Iida was practically drenched in sweat. Iida was brought out of his trance when a loud noise flashed on screen, making him flinch and grab onto the sleeve of (y/n’s) shirt. (Y/n) stopped chucking kernels into his mouth and turned towards his trembling boyfriend.

“Tenya...dude..-“

“iM FINE!” Iidas voice cracked midway through, making (y/n) stifle a snicker in between his palms. He paused the movie and shifted so his body was facing iidas. “You suuuuure you aren’t scared? You gonna be a big boy?”

“(Y/n)-“

Iidas statement was interrupted when the lights went out, the only thing illuminating the scene being the low light of the tv screen. The two boys snapped closer to eachother, startled, before relaxing.

Iida grabbed his phone from the table and turned on his flashlight. They both were already on edge because of the movie, so they had to be alert in case someone broke into the Iida family residence. That or the lights just y’know...stopped working. All throughout the living room.

Iida whipped his phone flashlight over to when (y/n) was now standing, the sudden light making the smaller boy flinch.

“Jeez, don’t point that in my eyes...Tenya?” Iidas face paled when he saw a taller, dark figure standing behind (y/n). “Tenya? Hey-what’s wro-“

The figure grasped (y/n’s) shoulder harshly, making the two boys flinch animatedly. They both went silent. (Y/n) shakily turned his head around, Iida following the man with his phone’s flashlight.

There stood a man wearing all black, accompanied by a white and red kabuki mask. He held a kitchen knife in his free hand, with a pocket for said knife wrapped around his waist in form of a belt. Even if Iida and (y/n) were aspiring pro heroes, they were frozen in fear, like a deer in the headlights of a tow truck.

The man lurched forward, with a battle cry, making (y/n) and Iida stumble back. (Y/n) fell on his butt, whilst Iida accidentally activated his engines, causing his legs to sweep from under him and do an odd flip thing. They both screamed, iidas being unusually high, while the man laughed manically. There was something so famillar about that voice, but they couldn’t quite place it. Iida stumbled infront of (y/n) and covered him with his back, so he was still facing the man.

They both screwed their eyes shut until the lights flickered back on, with the sound of heels clinking in the doorway.

The two kids and the man stopped in their tracks as Mrs Iida clicked her tongue and crossed her arms disappointedly.

“Tensei, stop being so cruel to them. Look-they look like their about to cry! And put that knife away, don’t you have some paperwork to do?”

The two boys on the ground looked at her in confusion as the mans maniacal laughter turned into a hearty, booming chortle. Tensei unclasped the mask from behind him, tugging it off and shaking his head around. The older Iida sibling continued to laugh as he looked at his brother and (y/n’s) confused, and embarrassed, expressions.

“T-tensei!” They called out in unison, Tenyas voice more prominent as he swung and chopped and the air.

“That was uncalled for! Wha-what if something bad had really happened?!”

“Aw-dont be such a wet blanket, Tenya. Look-even your boyfriends laughing.”

Tenya looked behind him, and sure enough, (y/n) was chuckling and clutching his stomach. Tenya fought back the blush creeping up his face as he chopped at his laughing brother.

“HE’S NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”

“Whatever you say, tenya.”

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