#males did so much creepy shit to me/my friends in high school and simply did not understand that it was creepy

[rotpunks]

i think all males are like low grade autistic and cannot comprehend anything a female is trying to tell them nonverbally. like if you dont say it in the most plain language possible they just wont get it. you can treat a male like shit and he will still think you want to have sex with him. you can block a male on everything and he will still find your secondary email from 6th grade to ask if you want to get coffee with him

[addictwoapen]

then vs. now

there are two versions of my father that exist.

“you can do anything you set your mind to” dad. And “not all men” dad. 

as a child I was told it doesn’t matter what other people think or feel, I can do what I want. I can be an athlete, I can be smart, I can do whatever I want and fuck everyone that says otherwise. And while the sentiment was there, two things could not be true, or it didn’t feel like it could be anyway.

When I was a kid, I loved sports. I still do. I love playing sports and learning mechanics, and I have since forever. I was the boy my father never had with two older brothers who never quite learned how to throw a ball correctly. I remember being told I had a good arm in first grade, and how I was faster than the other boys at recess. I remember, even though it’s blurry now, thinking I could not be both a tom boy or a girly girl. How I had to choose if I wanted to wear pink or be good at sports. Even at the age of six I was aware that boys thought girls sucked simply because of my double X’s. I was aware that “boys rule” meant more than a harmless us vs. them type of pride. 

So I chose. I decided girly girls were dumb and insipid. I chose to be athletic and school-smart. I was praised and held to high standards. No Cs or you’re grounded, no tennis lessons unless I went to the gym. Because all that could be demanded of me was excellence. As a kid, I thought this was just strictness of my parents beliefs about education and hard work. As an adult, I’ve come to realize it stems from mom and dad’s insecurities. We are at the mercy of grandparents even when they’ve been gone for years. 

I hated the color pink from second grade on, and I still do to this day. I hated being called Barbie since I was the stereotypical blonde-haired-blue-eyed white girl. I hated that all I was allowed to be was pink. It felt like no matter which side I looked at, I was stuck in a box. I couldn’t be angry because it wasn’t ladylike, I received much more punishment for swearing as a teenager than my older brother did. It wasn’t until I was 20 in a Jewel Osco during Covid that I told my father to grow up and get over it. I was an adult and I would make my own decisions about the way that I spoke and behaved. 

It wasn’t until I was a bit older that I realized that girls and women had the capacity for so much more, but suffered with self-actualization and introspection much earlier than our male friends. 

When explaining the waves of feminism to my dad on a bike ride in 2021, he said “I don’t know anything about this waves of feminism shit” and I replied “must be nice”. He didn’t get it. 

The first version of my dad loved his daughter fiercely. I was daddy’s little girl who was a little spoiled but wasn’t a brat. We played catch together. We played HORSE together in the driveway where he spray painted basketball court lines for me on the ground to practice my free-throws in sixth grade. We went to the tennis courts to practice my serves in seventh grade. We traveled to Texas in college to watch me play at Nationals. He said I could do anything I put my mind to.

It wasn’t until I was an adult that he said “well...”. 

And there it was. 

The stipulation that he knew that the world would treat me different and that while it may be unfair-I had to adjust, and it shouldn’t be the other way around. When I talk of creepy men in the gym I had just started attending, it was “yeah but I don’t do that,” when I talk of 60+ year old men hitting on me and asking me out to drinks when I was 19 it was “that’s not that weird,”. It’s invalidation at it’s finest, and understanding that he will truly never get it. 

I often think of a memory. I was in elementary school. My dad and I often used to go on hikes together on the weekend in the forest preserves of the suburbs of Chicago. I couldn’t pinpoint my age but I wasn’t fully self-aware yet, so it was pre-fifth grade. He would say “no matter what anyone tells you, you can do anything you want, and it doesn’t matter that you’re a girl”. This was in reference to a woman we passed who was hiking on her own, and even at a young age, I was aware of the danger she could be in on a 5am hike in the middle of a forest with no houses for miles. I remember thinking as a young girl “why would I risk getting hurt?”. It was a memory I would come back to often throughout childhood, as I reminder that I could do anything. But as I approached adulthood, I sometimes revel in my father’s naivety. 

There are always stipulations.

As an adult, my dad still thinks I can do what I want, but if I have to work harder to fight prejudice because I am a woman, than that is what I must do. I shouldn’t cry about the injustice I have and inevitably will again face. I should suck it up and power through it. Because as a middle-age white man with a steady job, he has never faced discrimination or prejudice for things he can’t change about himself.

The latter version of my father makes no excuses for his behavior. He says “if you don’t like it, I don’t care”. Despite his secretly hidden desire to be seen, to be heard. He says he doesn’t care what others think, but I think he cares too much sometimes. We are the same in that regard, and it is terrifying. His lack of empathy towards others of different experiences is astounding when he raised a daughter that has an excess of it. His anger is often misplaced and rooted in toxic masculinity and the idea of a traditional family despite a certain lack of religious or traditional upbringing. 

There are two versions of my father that exist.

Naïve and Jaded.

[percontaion-points]

Jocelyn's Choice chapter 4

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Chapter 4

 That was so unlike me, but now, when I bought clothes, I thought about pleasing Alex. I wanted to look pretty for him.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting to look pretty. 

But once again, spoken DEEPLY from way too much of my own experience in this matter… This is deeply concerning. She’s doing these things not because it brings her joy, but because she wants to please this creepy older guy. 

He was shadowing that doctor at the hospital and had worked long days.

But he’s only got a bachelor’s degree. That’s not a job, that’s him simply showing an interest in a career in medicine, and a doctor being gracious enough to allow him to shadow him. 

I’m not sure that the author knows fucking shit about what it takes to become a doctor. 

 I had no idea eating popcorn could be so erotic.

I’m… I’m going to leave this here and let you draw your own conclusions about what’s going on. 

Trust me when I say that you’re not missing much. 

Brenna was smiling and Julia was staring at Alex as if he were a piece of meat.

[...]

"You should have come with us, cutie," Julia said. Cutie? Was she serious?

Again, they clearly walked in on what’s supposed to be a date, and this goddamned bitch expects Alex to fucking drop everything simply so that he can…?? What? Fuck her or something? 

Come on. Men are pigs but they’re not STUPID. 

"Where's Evan, Jocelyn?" Julia asked. "Aren't you usually following him all over the house like a lost puppy?" 

Alright, something was seriously wrong with this bitch. I’d only been in her company a few times, but she obviously didn't like me, and it was clear why. 

"He's out with Cali, making plans for the prom or something," I said. 

"Prom? How cute." Julia smiled. "High school was so much fun."

It’s not so much that I agree with Julia’s stank attitude (I’m on Jocelyn’s side with THAT). But I do appreciate her hammering in the fact that Jocelyn is STILL IN GODDAMNED HIGH SCHOOL. 

"Don't you think you're a little old to be going to a prom? I'm sure Jocelyn could find someone her own age to take her, and you could hang out with someone a little more your speed." 

Again, the book makes several passes at a reminder that this relationship is inappropriate. Yet I’m not sure that the author herself realises exactly how predatory and creepy that this is. 

"She's been holding out hope for five years?" I asked. 

Either he's that good, or she's that desperate. Maybe it was a combination of both?

Look, all I’m saying is that Julia is not the first girl who’s actively thrown herself at Alex in front of Jocelyn. He must have that Male Lead Magic Dick™.

"But, I don't want you to hurt me, either." Evan had told me a lot about Alex and his past relationships. 

"I could never." He brushed his lips against mine. "You're very special to me." 

Again, how many high school girls has he said that to? 

"I'm not interested in Julia. She's my sister's best friend and the sister of the man Brenna is probably going to marry. They had this silly high school pact that Brenna would marry Ryan and Julia would marry me. Brenna is getting what she wants, but Julia won't."

You can’t force a relationship!

Random aside, but did you know that children of sibling swaps are genetically closer to siblings than cousins? I think that it’s interesting. 

"See what you do to me?" 

I definitely felt what I was doin' to his little cowboy!

This girl is 100% not ready for sex. 

Emphasis on GIRL. Not a woman, a girl. A child. 

I couldn't fight off all three of them. And, I kinda liked the attention.

Chapter 4 summary: Later, Jocelyn goes over to the Jordan family home, where she sits down to watch Pirates of the Caribbean with Alex. However, they barely make it through the previews before things start to get steamy. He begins fingering her, but quickly pulls away moments before Brenna (his sister) and Julia (Brenna’s BFF) come down. 

Julia is clearly being set up as the bitchy mean girl who wants Alex. And that’s fair enough, considering the other girl seems to have been 100% forgotten about. There’s a lot of emphasis on how Alex should be with somebody his own age, but again, it’s like the thought of how predatory the relationship is never occurred to the author. 

However, after Alex and Jocelyn leave and go upstairs to his room, Jocelyn asks him about his relationship with Julia. He says that they dated the summer before he started college. Jocelyn is kind of floored that Julia has been holding onto this hope for so long… Especially when it’s obvious that Alex continues to have no interest in her. Alex goes on to say that Brenna is dating Julia’s brother, Ryan. The hope was that Alex and Julia would be together, and they’d be super close. 

Anyway, Jocelyn then begs Alex to continue what he was doing downstairs. He takes some persuasion, but eventually the skirt and panties come off. He stops after he gives her an orgasm, claiming that this is “lesson one”. After they cuddle a bit, Mr. and Mrs. Jordan insist that Alex should ensure that she gets home okay. 

[strawbxrryneptune]

When We Fall

Warnings: Graphic sexual content including oral (Male and female receiving w 69) use of sir kink, light biting, pain kink, wing play, etc, mentions of suicide and character death, hints at cheating but it didn't happen, sacrilegious themes? I think?? You're fucking an angel so like,, that's pretty blasphemous lmao, fuckin in front of amirror, reverse cowgirl

It's gonna sound a little wonky at certain parts but bare with me, I'm bad at serious stuff.

^^Pictures do not belong to me !! I made the collage but the art is not mine^^

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Katsuki Bakugou never saw himself as worth saving. If he was dumb enough to fall behind, dumb enough to let things get too much, then it was on him.

If he was gonna be saved, it would be by himself. He didn't need anyone for anything. He told himself that for years, as a young angel in training, through his apprentice years, even now as a successful guardian.

He got this far by himself, why did he need anybody else? He didn't see that he was stuck. He couldn't move past this point without someone else. That's why Deku was the right hand man of The Highest and not Bakugou. Stupid, stupid, Deku. Bakugou was furious when the courts announced it. What did Deku have that he didn't? He was strong, he was powerful, and he got the job done. That's basically what you need to be a guardian angel, isn't it? When he had complained to the courts, all they had said was "Patience, young one." He had scoffed.

What did patience have to do with anything? He had plenty of patience. Patience was something he had to practice daily, dealing with the kinds of people he did.

He was always assigned to old people, dying out before he could even get attached. Not that attachment would be a problem. He was Bakugou Katsuki, for Christ's sake!! He didn't "get attached", especially to old farts.

That all changed once he was assigned to you.

You, with your glowing skin and beautiful eyes, pulling him in the moment he saw your case file. He used to see you when he was living, a friend of a friend. He never got to talk to you cause you were always around stupid Deku. Y'all might have been together, but he didn't care. He had to meet you, talk to you, touch you, taste you. He would visit in your dreams, talking to you and making you laugh, holding you though the bad parts he couldnt change.

When you finally worked up the gal to ask who he was, he took a deep breath and told you. He was your guardian, assigned to you until you die, there to protect you and keep bad things away. You simply laughed and told him,

"Fine, don't tell me."

He only growled down at you, huffing before disappearing into the cloudy depths of your consciousness.

You didn't see him for weeks, trying to conjure him back in your head, but to no avail. Finally, finally he showed up, but it was not in your dreams. No, he showed up at the foot of your bed, glowing a dewy gold with his wings spread out behind him, tunic wrapping lightly around his slim hips.

You gaped at him, your brain trying to process what it was seeing. He smirked down at you, stalking over to where your soft body lay, trailing thick, calloused fingers over the expanse of your exposed thighs. He lifts up the hem of your oversized tshirt slightly, quirking an eyebrow in question.

You bite your lip and spread your thighs as an invitation, making him groan and slide into the sheets with you.

He gently positions you so you're straddling his face, facing his swelling cock as it makes his tunic rise.

He kisses you through the fabric of your panties, running his tongue up and down the fabric while groaning about how wet you got for him, how much of a slut you were for lusting after an angel.

He finally rips your panties off of you after teasing for what felt like hours, immediately sucking your fat clit in his mouth, moaning at the taste of you. He grips your hips to grind you roughly against him, sucking at you and sliding thick fingers into you, making you mewl and shake above him.

As you push your hips against his pretty face, you notice how big the bulge is in front of you, looking almost painful. You moan softly at the feelings coursing through you and the sight of him so aroused from just eating you out. You bring shaky hands up to grope at his clothed cock, causing him to let out a startled sound into your pussy.

"Fuck, Princess- whaddya doin-"

You cut him off by grinding yourself further onto his mouth, unwrapping the cloth around his waist and watching his cock slap up. You salivated at the sight of it, thick with veins running along it, the head leaking copious amounts of prespend. You shiver when you feel Bakugou's tounge slide into your slit, his teeth catching on your sex and making you whimper above him.

You lean down and run your tongue along the pulsing veins littering his fat cock, ripping a raspy moan from the blonde's lips. His thighs clench in front of you with the sudden urge to fuck up into your mouth, but he resists it in favor of adding two more fingers into you, now stretching you with three and making you groan. He laps at your clit, determined to make you cum before him.

You suck at his tip, dipping into it before moving down further, rolling your tongue along the underside of his shaft as you fondle his balls, making his hips jump when you circle his taint with your fingers. He whimpers into your pussy, tongue stilling inside you as he revels in the pleasure. He's glad you can't see him, cause his eyes are rolled all the way up, drool and your slick running down his cheeks. You slide your hands up and down his thighs fondling his balls and sucking him down your throat, moaning around him when his movements pick up. Just when you think you'll make him cum, he pushes you off of his face.

You blink to yourself in confusion, before he grabs you from behind and positions you over his leaking cock, his breath fanning over your neck before he sinks his cock inside of you, simultaneously sinking his teeth into your neck to muffle his whines.

You arch your back in pleasure, locking eyes with him in the mirror at the foot of your bed that you know wasn't there before. He smirks against your neck, snapping his hips up into you as he grabs at the fat of your tits, playing with your nipple with one hand while the other brushes over your clit.

"Why don't you ask your guardian to help you cum, hm?"

You gasp out, barely able to get out a word as he bounces you on his lap, his fat tip hitting your spot with every thrust.

"Ka-Katsukiii-"

"Nu-uh, that's not my name, slut. You only get to call me Sir, yeah?"

You choke out a feeble,

"Yes sir-!"

Before going back to being a garbled mess. You reach back for stability, only to brush along soft feathers, realizing that Bakugou hadn't put his wings away. In your hazy state of mind, you slowly started to run your fingers up and down the spine of his wings, moaning breathing in his ear as your head tilts back, causing a shudder to run down Bakugou's body, all the way to the head if his dick which pulsed violently inside of you.

He flicked at your clit, growling into your neck to cum, which you did without hesitation, creaming his cock. He gritted his teeth at how tight you clenched around him, and with one look at the white ring you left around the base of his swelling cock, he came inside you, spurting endless amounts of spend. He panted hotly against you, gs tly pulling you off to go clean up, chuckling when he saw you passed out.

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The hall of the Higher Ups was always huge, but with the guilt and shame resting on his shoulders, the room seemed even bigger to Bakugou. He avoided eye contact with the Advisor, staring dead into Shitty Deku's eyes.

"Why the fuck am I here, nerd? Shouldn't I have already transferred Down There?"

Deku winces at Bakugou's language, straightening up.

"I managed to convince the Council to give you a second chance, Kaachan. This was the first time you were assigned to someone young and appealing, and it's not like there are a lot of options up here-"

"Would you shut the fuck up already? I did what I did, I don't need you picking up after me and trying to be my saviour."

Bakugou sneers, backing Deku up. He rolls his eyes when the Advisor steps forward to intervene, only for Deku to hold a hand up.

"I don't know why you're always right there. You're like some creepy stalker or sumthin'. You have everything you could fuckin' want! Why are you bothering me, especially when I'm to get your position-"

"Because I fucking care, Kaachan!"

Bakugou flinches back at the tone of Deku's voice, surprised at the curse that came out of his mouth.

"Why do you think you're even here still? I'm the one who convinces the Council to let you stay here, even with your foul mouth and crude ways. I'm the one who got you up here in the first place. They gave me a choice. Condemn you to Hell for what you did to me, or let you be here and make peace, but you make it so hard. I thought you would've changed. But I guess you just hate me that much, huh Bakugou. Hate me so much you would fuck her, after all this time."

The blonde's eyes widen, his face burning hot in anger.

"Why would you bring that shit up, it was in high school-"

"I DIED BECAUSE OF YOU."

The hall is silent, Deku's voice echoing around the walls, the words "because of you" ricocheting in Bakugou's head.

"You didn't do shit cause of me, Midoriya. You decided to do it, right?"

Deku scoffs, tears filling his eyes as he turns towards the Advisor.

"Still as blunt as ever, Bakugou. Take him away."

Bakugou turns away, spitting out an "I can do it myself" before waking out the hall, keeping his head high even as scornful Higher Ups regard him, strutting to the transporter. He gets in and pushes the button, vermillion eyes locked on piercing green ones all the way down.

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When you wake up in the morning, the bed is empty, but there's a note on your dresser from Bakugou, telling you how he's going on a little trip for a bit, but he won't forget you.

He'll never forget you.

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@boooooooooom

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Masterlist

[undercoveravenger]

The Boy with the Pac-Man Tattoo

Original request: "Could i request a micheal x reader where Michael thinks the reader hates him because the reader is always glaring or staring at him but in actuality the readers just looking at him so he can draw Michael. One Day by accident the reader submits the drawing and it gets shown to a whole school and the reader gets embarrassed and runs off then Michael goes to comfort him."

A/N: To the anon who requested this: you are my absolute favorite! I love this boy so much, you have no idea. I don't care if my blog ever says requests are closed, I will always accept writing for him ❤

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"He's doing it again," Michael groused, keeping his head down as he pretended to work on an English assignment. 

"I'm sure it's not that bad-" His best friend started as he perked up beside Michael, looking around less-than-subtly to catch the supposed culprit. "Yeah, no, he's definitely staring at you like he wants you dead," Jeremy amended unhelpfully.

Michael groaned quietly, glancing toward the right side of the room again to see if he was still being watched.

Yep, same (h/c) hair, same red leather-bound notebook, same (e/c) eyes narrowed at him intensely. Their eye contact broke when you looked back down at your notebook, scribbling away at it in the same way you always did.

"What do you think he's writing?" Jeremy's voice snapped him out of his reverie.

Michael shrugged, beginning to pack up his things as the bell rang. "Probably different ways to murder me and make it look like an accident," he replied, waiting for his friend before heading for the door. "You and I both know he's hated me since we met."

The brunet winced as he collided with someone just before he could leave the room, the force knocking both he and his attacker to the ground. "Shit, I'm so sorry man-" he started, eyes widening when they met those belonging to the boy who'd been glaring at him all year.

"Watch where you're going," you growled, leaning forward to snatch up your journal from where it'd fallen before scrambling to your feet and disappearing into the crowded hallway.

Michael sighed, picking up his spilled things (and his what was left of his dignity) and standing back up. "Told you he hated me," he said simply, looking back at Jeremy.

Jeremy shrugged, shifting his backpack straps higher up on his shoulders. "Yeah, can't argue with that, I guess."

He shook it off, leading the way toward his beat-up PT Cruiser, knowing that both of them really needed a weekend of video games to take their minds off of the hell that is Middle Borough High School.

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"I really don't see why you won't just tell him you like him," Jake called, not even looking up from his phone as he spoke. He didn't really need to, after all, the three of you had had this conversation a million times.

"Yeah!" Rich chimed in from his place next to Jake, "It's not like he'd reject you! I'm, like, ninety-nine percent sure that Mell's into the artsy type anyway."

You rolled your eyes, putting the last couple of touches on your latest drawing. "Not everyone has perfect track records of not getting rejected like you two do."

Rich rolled his eyes, setting aside the xBox controller and making his way over to you. "You see this?" He asked, pointing at your drawing, "For one thing, this is fucking amazing, for two, it's kind of pathetic."

"Hey!" you protested weakly.

Rich rolled his eyes, "You know I'm right; you can't talk to the guy, so instead you draw pictures of him."

You ducked your head, unable to argue.

"You do realize that if you actually talked to him-" Jake started, sitting up and twisting around to face you. 

"You guys could be fucking by now!" Rich interrupted, waving his hands in the air over dramatically.

Jake blinked, staring at Rich for a second like he couldn't believe he'd just said that aloud. "I was going to say that maybe you could date him instead of just staring at him from a distance."

"Whatever," was all you could muster, visibly perking up when you heard the doorbell ring downstairs. "Would you look at that, an excuse to stop talking about this," you said sarcastically, turning on your heel and making your escape.

Rich waited until he heard your footsteps on the main floor before launching himself at your desk. He was methodical, pawing through drawers until he found what he was looking for.

"Rich, bro-" Jake was understandably confused, "What the hell are you doing?"

Rich turned around, your red leather-bound sketchbook in his hands. "I thought it was about time that they get their asses in gear."

"You know he doesn't like people touching that," Jake's eyes narrowed suspiciously, "What are you planning?"

The shorter male grinned, flipping through the book until he found one of his favorite portraits that you'd done of Michael before carefully extracting it from the binding. "Figured my buddy's art was good enough to be on display at the art show, don't you think?"

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The Middle Borough High School Art Show was one of the highlights of the school year for many students. It wasn't necessarily that they liked the art, but it was hard to dislike an event that resulted in classes getting postponed. Most of your peers ended up trying to sneak away with someone to hook up or sneak in a quick smoke behind the bleachers. 

Normally you enjoyed the art show just as much as the next guy, but this year you were a little preoccupied. First a few of your drawings had gone missing, then Rich and Jake started acting strange. Hell, one of them had latched onto each of your arms and were steering you down the school hallways purposefully.

They finally began to slow down when the three of you approached the end of the hall near the auditorium where a large crowd was gathered around one of the art pieces. Your heart stopped in your chest when Rich shouldered his way closer to the front, dragging you with him, until you could actually see what everyone was looking at.

Michael couldn't believe his eyes. Sure, the artwork had been blown up to about ten times the original size, thus losing some of the details, but it was all there. The shading of the leaves and placement of the tree branches perfectly matched those of his memories, the sunny sky paling in comparison to the glow surrounding the focus point of the piece.

The massive drawing focused on a young man as he stood under a looming maple tree. He faced away from the viewer with one hand holding a phone, head tipped down toward it, and the other arm hanging casually at his side. Even he was turned the other way, he was still drawn in such a familiar way that it felt like it didn't matter if you couldn't see his face.

Somehow, the artist had managed to make him blend into his surroundings and stand apart from them at the same time. Worn red fabric came across looking well-loved and warm and individual pen strokes made the polar bear on the back of his hoodie look soft enough to touch, while the mountain range at the base still looked jagged and harsh.

His hair looked wind-tousled and his headphones looked like they actually held weight where they were tucked over his ears. His skin was exactly the shade it was in real life, down to the way the light brushed over the Pac-Man tattoo on the subject's forearm, perfectly mirroring the one on Michael's own.

Really, it was undeniable that the drawing had been based off of Michael. Hell, if he'd had a photo of him standing and waiting for Jeremy after school, he was half-convinced that the artwork would be more accurate.

Michael was further surprised when his gaze drifted lower and he noticed the artist's name printed on a sheet of paper hung below the art. He twisted, turning to look at the faces around him. He paused as his eyes locked onto you. 

You looked… sick. It seemed like the very existence of your artwork on that wall made you feel like you wanted to vanish, and the expression only worsened as your gaze locked with his.

As Michael watched, you tore yourself away from Rich and Jake, ducking your head and curling in on yourself as you turned tail and disappeared into the crowd.

Michael didn't even have to stop and think before he took off after you.

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When Michael finally found you, it was under the same tree as the one in your drawing and he was struck by the irony for a moment. Eventually he forced himself to move, settling himself on the ground beside you as he tried to think of what to say.

It was you that finally broke the oppressive silence. "I'm sorry," you said.

It was then that Michael noticed how small you seemed in that moment. As one of the three most popular guys in school, you'd always seemed to emanate confidence- you were untouchable. But now, as you sat there with your head down and your shoulders hunched, he was struck by the fact that you were just as human as anyone else. "Why would you need to be sorry?"

"Isn't it a little, I dunno, creepy?" You laughed humorlessly, "For me to have been drawing you without your permission?"

Michael thought for a minute, trying to come up with an appropriate reply. He ended up shrugging, "I mean, it's better than thinking you were out to murder me."

That got a real laugh out of you and Michael couldn't help but grin in response. "No," you said once your laughter had subsided, "That's not something you'll need to worry about." Your grin faded a little, "Neither is the drawing thing," you amended, picking up the little red notebook that Michael had always seen you with and turning it over in your hands for a moment before holding it out to him. "I- uh, I won't draw you anymore and I figured that since you're in them, they technically belong to you."

Michael took the book from you slowly, fingers lingering on the worn leather and thumb brushing absently at a tear along the side. He lifted the cover slowly, gaze taking reverently at every drawing he uncovered, each one seeming to rewrite a little of what he'd thought he known about you. Each drawing unearthed something you treasured, whether it was a portrait of him (he couldn't help but blush at the sheer number of them, let alone the quality) or a quick sketch of a bird you'd seen and thought pretty.

He closed it after a few moments, nudging it against your thigh to get your attention. You turned back to him with a raised brow, clearly confused. "You aren't keeping it?"

"No," Michael replied, shaking his head slowly. "Who am I to keep an artist from his sketchbook, after all."

You still looked puzzled, "Really? I thought you'd be a lot less cool about this."

Michael shrugged, looking away with a flush on his cheeks, "It's kind of, I don't know, flattering, I guess? That you thought I was worth drawing."

"Worth drawing?" You mocked with a roll of your eyes, "If you were just worth drawing I would have done one and left it at that." You lifted the book pointedly, "I think you and I both know I've done a lot more than that."

The brunet chuckled, biting his lip as he tried to think of what to say. "You can, um, you can still draw me, if you want?"

You twisted around to look at him again, clearly shocked.

Michael raced to explain himself before you could say anything. "I mean, with me knowing about it this time, of course, but I thought- y'know, they're really good and with some better posing and me knowing not to move or make weird faces or something, then they could be really great and-" he cut himself off, face burning, and his hand twitched up to mess with the cord of his headphones the way he always did when he was nervous. 

You couldn't help but laugh, grinning fondly at the action you'd noticed in your time admiring him. You brought a hand up to catch Michael's, gently tugging his hand free of the cord and setting it back on his leg with a light squeeze. "You're in it for shared custody then, huh?" you teased, tapping a finger against the cover of the sketchbook. "You realize that means you'll have to deal with me more often, right?"

Michael's blush darkened and you ducked your head, "I… wouldn't be opposed?"

"Shared custody it is then." You grinned, laying back in the grass to look up at the clouds, content with enjoying the way your rocky day had turned out. Maybe this wasn't you asking him out, but it was a start.

Maybe by this time next year you'd be able to talk him into doing some nude modeling...

[softdadcarlos]

Date Me

Masterlist

Fandom: Resident Evil/Biohazard

Pairing: Jill/Carlos

AU: College students!Carlos and Jill

Summary: Upon his first meeting with Jill, Carlos was whipped. But with constantly being shot down only to be teased by long time friend Tyrell, Carlos is determined to try anything.

Requested by @xnearyx​ and an anon. I am so sorry that this is basically crack.

There was never a dull day at the College of Raccoon City. Doors had strange locking mechanisms and puzzles that you had to solve in order to even get into the class. And unless you were Ada Wong, you’d need a fucking miracle to get into the room after a lesson was scheduled to start. It wasn’t unusual to see Ada scaling the outside of the main campus building or Chris Redfield brute-forcing a door open. The faculty seem to be okay with all this… Well all of them except Marvin. Poor Marvin was the new head of security on campus and could only give hints to help students out. It was legitimately written into his contract. And what happened to the previous head of security Mr Irons? It happened when Professor Burkins bought his daughter to show her what he does for a living. Mr Irons was taking an interest in her and the next thing you know he’s mysteriously fallen down two flights of stairs and Professor Burkin was taken in for questioning. So yes, never a dull day at all.

Which is why Carlos didn’t bat an eye when he saw the college’s star football player, Nemmy, approach S.T.A.R.S captain, Jill Valentine. S.T.A.R.S was the college’s soccer team but don’t ask what it means, no one knows. What did have Carlos preparing to intervein was when things went from calm to hostile, in the blink of an eye Nemmy was throwing a punch at Jill… And she fucking caught it! She caught his fist and thrown him judo style over her shoulder!

“Holy shit. What a woman…” Carlos uttered in amazement before movement out his peripheral vision caught his attention. Dragging his eyes from the victorious captain, Carlos spotted the silver-haired Nikolai creeping up behind her, trying to get the drop on her. Carlos was quick to run and subdue the would-be assailant, getting him into a headlock.

“Hey!” Nikolai shouted, a mistake on his part.

Quick as a flash Jill whipped around and, as soon as she spotted the struggling bug-eyed bastard, kicked him in the dick. Carlos immediately let go, letting the man fall into a heap on the floor cupping his delicates.

“I told you Nikolai: ‘The next time I see you I’ll be taking away your ability to reproduce’. Did you really think I’d let you and those other Umbrella Scholarship bastards spike the drinks of my girls?” Jill growled out, crouching down to jab at him.

Carlos awkwardly cleared his throat, he and his friend Tyrell were also on the Umbrella scholarship programme… Jill looked up at him, smiling. Carlos was done for, her smile was so precious as well as her need for justice. Definitely his kind of girl.

“Oh, sorry about this. Thanks for the save earlier.”

Carlos scratched his beard, looking away so he doesn’t get entranced by her ocean blue eyes, “No problem. The asshole is in my business class and let’s just say we have clashing views on workers rights and treatment.” Jill raised a single perfect eyebrow in question. “He’s a militant conservative capitalist. I’m a liberal socialist.”

Jill nodded getting up out of her crouch, “Fair enough, well best be going before these two recover. You should too.”

And with that, she walked away.

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Two months passed. Two months of Carlos attending S.T.A.R.S matches and practices so that he could see the girl who stole his heart in action. Boy, seeing her shout out orders to her teammates was something incredible. It also meant two months of talking to her afterwards and asking her out to dinner, which always got shot down because “I need to focus on my matches and studies. I don’t have time for a boyfriend”.

And Tyrell hadn’t been blind to his friend’s new-formed habit that has him arriving in their shared apartment later than usual and out on weekend mornings.

“So who are you hung up on this time? I haven’t seen you this down in the dumps since that girl you were crushing on in high school started dating that Brad guy.”

Carlos sighed, head in hand as he stared down at the assignment he was working on, “It’s Jill-”

Tyrell snorted, an amused smirk on his face, “Captian of the women’s soccer team Jill?” Carlos didn’t respond, giving Tyrell his answer, “Man you better give up on that soon. I heard that she’s never dated anyone in her entire time here.”

“But I can’t T, she’s just so incredible. How could I possibly stop thinking of someone who cares about her team so much she’ll sacrifice her social life and dare to go toe to toe with Nemmy? Fucking Nemmy. And on top of that, sometimes if she’s free and I’m late to a lesson, she’ll pick the doors lock so I can get in. And you know how fucking weird the doors are here. That is an honest to god talent right there.”

“Yeah, but didn’t she accidentally set off a trap that had the ceiling nearly crush her if it wasn’t Professor Bruton?”

“That was in freshman year, we’re seniors now.”

Tyrell just shook his head and got back to work, knowing that there was no reasoning with Carlos once he set on something.

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It was after a victorious match against the male S.T.A.R.S team that it happened. Carlos was waiting outside the women’s locker room like he usually did. Not in a creepy kind of way. If anything he chugged respect-women-juice as if he would die without it. No, it was simply because that’s normally where he’d wait for Jill to talk to her and make sure Nikolai wasn’t lurking nearby to ambush her. However, this time while he was waiting, a freshman named Claire approached him.

“Hi there!” She greeted him cheerfully, smiling up at him.

Carlos being someone who never ignores a person unless given a reason to, smiled back, “Hi.”

“I’ve seen you at all our games and practices for the past couple of months, I love that you’re so supportive of the team.” She was positively beaming at him, her hand coming to rest on his arm. “Do you play any sports? If you do, I’d love to go watch.”

“Uh yeah, I’m on the football team under the Umbrella scholarship- but I’m nothing like some of the other guys on the team. I heard about how they tried to spike your drinks.”

“Oh, I know you’re not like them. Jill told us about how you helped her kick some sense into Nikolai… So if I asked you to dinner after your next practice, would that be okay?”

The sound of Jill’s voice coming from behind startled them, Claire’s hand quickly returning to her side, “I’m afraid he can’t. He’ll be busy.”

Carlos was confused, “I’ll be busy?”

“Of course, you’ll be having dinner with me. Isn’t that what you’ve been asking for these past couple of months?” Jill’s hand came to rest where Claire’s had been as she turned to face her slightly, “So sorry if I’ve inconvenienced you, but I just found a free slot in my time today so it’s a little impromptu.”

Claire pouted but listened to her captain, walking away to meet up with her older brother who shot Carlos the “I’m watching you” sign.

Carlos looked to Jill, “What happened to ‘I can’t date because I’m dating my GPA’?”

Jill met his gaze but couldn’t last long before looking away, bashful, “It's selfish but I didn’t like the idea of you going on a date with anyone that isn’t me.”

Carlos grinned, wide and boy-ish, “I’ve only got eyes for you, chica.”

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[sebastianshaw]

Rando Munday ramblings! For new followers, on Munday sometimes I just post a bunch of personal stuff I normally wouldn’t. Not usually anything intimately personal, more like random thoughts and news that just isn’t relevant to the blog in any way, not related to X-Men or RP or writing in general, etc. ....there’s a lot of Hannibal today, sorry, I’m rewatching it.

- I definitely wanna have a pair of critters named Hannibal and Hasdrubal at some point, maybe if there's a third I'd name him Hamilcar. I know everyone will think I named them after Hannibal Lector but actually these are really common names from Ancient Carthage. Like if you look at Carthagian history and records, everyone is Hannibal, Hasdrubal, or Hamilcar, it's like John, James, and Jim. I'd prefer the pair, though, since Hannibal and Hasdrubal were a pair of brothers and famous historical figures, so it would feel much more like a "set" that way (whereas they did not have a brother called Hamilcar) - Speaking of Hannibal Lector, I knew he was based on a real person, but I did not realize that person was a gay Mexican man. That’s...an interesting example of gay history, for sure. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, Thomas Harris (the writer of the books that the films and later the TV series were based on) based Hannibal on a surgeon he met while interviewing an inmate at prison for another novel. This surgeon was so intelligent and charismatic that Harris implicitly assumed that he was a doctor in the employ of the prison. Nope---the doctor was an inmate himself. Harris was so shaken by the encounter that it inspired him to create Hannibal Lector, who, in contrast to the typical media portrayals of serial killers as uncontrolled lunatic slashers like Michael Myers or Leatherface, is a charming, culture, charismatic intellectual. To protect the man’s identity, Harris called him “Dr. Salazar” in interviews, so that was always how I knew him. I just now learned not only was his real name Alfredo Balli Trevino, but his victim was Jesus Castillo Rangel, his male lover. Harris describes him as a small, lithe man with dark red hair and, unsurprisingly, “a certain elegance about him”. Though Trevino was given the death penalty for his crimes, his sentence was commuted to 20 years and he was released in either 1980 or 1981. He died in in 2009 when he was 81 years old. He reportedly spent the last years of his life helping the poor and elderly, and he expressed deep regret for his “dark past”---which I suppose makes sense, since his crime was that he killed a lover in a fit of rage during an argument, whereas Hannibal simply killed people in cold blood whom he had no attachment to because he liked eating them (something Trevino never did) and to punish them for rudeness. - I’ve decided to stop buying silk, unless it's from a thrift store and thus my money won't go to supporting sericulture. Ahimsa silk isn't an option either, the bugs aren't technically killed but they're not treated well either. I know it might seem weird to eat meat and wear leather and yet not want to purchase something that hurt moths and larva, but...I have to eat meat for medical reasons, and my leather purchases is limited to boots that I then keep for YEARS AND YEARS so it's very sparing. There's really no such thing as a cruelty-free diet or lifestyle, whether that cruelty is suffered by animals or by other humans, but I can still make choices that at least lesson some small aspect of harm. I need to eat meat, I don't need real silk. ...Haven only wears bamboo silk for this reason and when this came up with Shaw, he absolutely thought she was fucking with him, like even SHE can’t be THIS insane, NO ONE ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT BUGS WTF - The books nearest to me right now are “Women Who Run With The Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype ” by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, The Norton Anthology of English Literature: The Romantic Period, “X-Men: The Legacy Quest Trilogy” by Steve Lyons, two  horror anthologies, the script for “M. Butterfly” by David Henry Hwang, “The Spanish Riding School of Vienna: Tour of America 2005″ book I got from when I went to see the Lippizanner horses perform, and a big beautiful leatherbound English translation of “The Flowers of Evil” by Charles Baudelaire. This is...this is a summary of my whole personality, sans rodents. Also god I need to clean my room. - Something I've noticed is that many sci-fi horror films that do the whole "science went too far against nature!!!" thing....don't actually have the problem result from the lack of ethics involved or because the scientists did something "unnatural", it happens because they didn't follow basic safety precautions, lab protocol, common sense, etc. "Splice" for instance, is a really good example---the problem isn't that they made a part-human hybrid, that's not why shit goes wrong, shit goes wrong because the two scientists act like idiots, adopt the creation as a child, hide it in their barn instead of a sterile controlled environment, and then one of them HAS SEX WITH IT. Or in "The Fly" the problem isn't that Brundle invented a teleporter, it's that he tested it ON HIMSELF while he was ALL ALONE. Even in "Jurassic Park" the issue is less that dinosaurs are breeding and more the result of a disgruntled worker who was given way too much power over being able to run things, and thus shut them down when he wants to. So many "science gone wrong!" movies end up not really being condemnations of science itself, so much as depicting scientists as utter dumbasses. Which, on the one hand, I do like, because I dislike the notion of condemning scientific progress just because it seems icky or creepy or "goes against nature" (so do vaccines, I still like those!) But on the other hand, the movies don't FRAME it as "this is the result of failure to practice science safely and sensibly" they frame it as "they should never have attempted such an unnatural thing and this disaster is punishment for a moral sin" even though the issue doesn't happen because what the scientists did was "wrong" it happens because they do something DUMB. - Bringing it back to Hannibal, I reached the episode where Margot Verger first appears, and if I have one big disappointment about the Hannibal series, it's Margot. In the books, she's a huge butch lesbian, literally and figuratively. In the TV series, she's a pretty femme fashionista like all the other women, and she fucks Will in order to get pregnant. At the time this came out in 2013, I tried to be all resigned and fair-minded about this. I was like "ok, well, they didn't want to be offensive with a stereotype, and I guess that's fair, I guess not hurting people matters more to me than getting the horseback-riding bulldyke hearthrob of my high school years on-screen at last" but you know what? No. Firstly, butch lesbians deserve representation too. How many have you ever seen onscreen, let alone in a mainstream media production? Sure, it's a stereotype, but it's not an inherently negative one, they just get treated that way in media because society sees it that way. But the way to handle butch lesbians and femme gay men and so on isn't to erase them from the screen, it's to start writing them as human beings and not caricatures or jokes or monsters. Margot is a fleshed-out human being, she's nuanced and twisted and hurt like everyone else in this series, she would be PERFECT for that. She wouldn't be just a butch lesbian, she'd be a CHARACTER who just also happens to be a butch lesbian. I don't really think she was changed to avoid "hurting" lesbians, I think she was changed because the director, gay man or not, clearly has a way he wants the women in his series to look (they're all fashion plates, all have long hair, all very sophisticated, etc) and book Margot didn't fit his aesthetic, his design if you will. Because god forbid we just make her a DAPPER dyke, right? Back to having sex with Will, which most certainly did NOT happen in the books...that's not bad itself in a VACUUM, fucking men to get a baby is something real-life lesbians do, I had a friend in college who was actually conceived that way, but like...no media exists in a vacuum, and there is very little depiction of lesbians in media that doesn't feature them fucking men for SOME reason or another. They want a baby, or they start the story with a boyfriend, or they're actually bisexual, or they're even raped, but there's always SOME reason we have to watch a guy fucking them and it's frankly distressing. Like, remember Irene Adler in BBC's Sherlock? It's a pattern. And I'm not saying lesbians who have had a sexual past with men, or who were the victims of sexual violence by men, don't deserve representation, I would never say that, those are very common experiences, I'm not saying "gold stars only", I'm saying that there is a strong pattern in media where it seems almost obligatory that a lesbian has to have sex with or be attracted to men at some point, while comparatively the opposite case, where a lesbian is depicted as exclusively and only attracted to and "with" other women, is seldom there. And it's just kind of a kick in the nads for me, as I think it was for a lot of other lesbians, butch or not, that a gay director took an opportunity like Margot Verger and turned her into just another attractive lipstick lesbian that is okay with having sex with the male protagonist as a treat tee hee (Spoiler: She does end up with Alana though, which I appreciate)

[tokumusume]

tokumusume’s list of best and worst movies and dramas watched in 2019:

There’s a new category this year. Inspired by kpopalypse, welcome the Honorable Mentions! Movies that weren’t exactly bad but also weren’t good. Movies and dramas are qualified to enter if I watched them for the first time this year, not that they were released this year. Click on ‘keep reading’~~

Best Movies:

1.      Parasite

Another masterpiece from the director of Snowpiercer (let’s pretend Okja never existed). A poor family con their way to a rich household. Choi Woo-Shik from The Witch (see below) is the eldest son and mastermind, fabulous as always. Definitely the best movie of this year. For me, movie of the decade.

2.      The Witch Part 1 The Subversion

This movie is amazing, hard to describe without spoilers. A perfect mix of Stranger Things and Hanna. Choi Woo-Shik can come to my house and kick my ass anytime. I can’t wait for part two.

3.      Death Trance

Visually stunning, kinda like Amemiya Keita’s style in early Garo or Mad Max. I wish the movie was longer and the characters were better fleshed out, Ryuen the monk and the little girl had so much potential... The most interesting thing about this movie is how sexualized the main male character is compared to the female ones, and apparently, the swords were designed to look like veiny penises (can’t find a source for this info), and yes, they do look like veiny penises. The final showdown is heavy with sexual energy. Have I already said that Ryuen deserved better? #RyuenRights

4.      Gintama 2: Rules are made to be broken

The barber shop scene is a fucking cinematic masterpiece. I never laughed so much like I did with this movie. The way it doesn’t take itself seriously, the meta jokes, everything is perfect. Even better than the first one.

5.      Kingdom

While I think that some fight scenes were way too long (like the bamboo forest one), the dynamics between Shin and Hyou/Eisei were highly entertaining, at least in my shipper eyes. I like that (SPOILER) the King of the Mountain People is a woman and not once they try to call her Queen. She is a King. Hashimoto Kanna is adorable as a Ten, Kanata Hongo does a great job as Eisei’s psycho brother, Sakaguchi Tak waves his sword around, the usual stuff but with added layers of dirt and sweat.

6.      Bravestorm

A movie I lovingly call “Japanese Pacific Rim”. Full of Kamen Rider stars (Hino Eiji! Misuzawa Haruka! That girl from Heisei Generations, the one with a sword! She has a sword in this as well!) and giant robots (god, I love giant robots!), I waited so much for this movie and it exceeded my expectations. I just wish I could’ve watched in theaters, it had a limited showing in my country.

7.      Twelve Suicidal Children

What begins as a murder mystery ends with a twist you won’t see coming. All of the actors are amazing, but special mention to Sugisaki Hana and that guy from that one boy group I forgot the name but can’t be bothered to Google.

8.      Gakkou Gurashi

Four girls and their teacher try to survive the zombie apocalypse trapped inside the school. This one destroyed me for days.

9.      Forest of Love

I’ve watched some Sono Sion movies but nothing prepared me for this. Be aware of extremely gory sequences and sensitive topics. Hinami Kyoko is so amazing as blue-haired, punk girl crush Taeko that I totally didn’t notice she was AkibaBlue in Akibaranger.

10.  The Host

After watching Parasite I decided to go on a Bong Joon Ho binge and watched this horror movie. Not as good as Snowpiercer and Parasite in my opinion but heart-wrenching nevertheless. The little girl is the star of the movie.

11.  The Hungry Lion

A story about the dangers of social media and slut-shaming. I want to punch Mizuishi Atom in the face.

12.  Cromartie High

A little absurd comedy about yakuza-style high school boys (played by middle-aged men lol) forming a club to battle aliens summoned by themselves just because. It made me laugh like a child. A hidden gem.

Honorable Mentions:

1.      River’s Edge

Depressing as fuck. Warning: the cats die. It’s not graphic but it’s traumatizing. Yoshizawa Ryo is a gay boy who sleeps with old men for money. There’s a graphic sex scene (not Yoshizawa, sadly) where my only thought was “That thing is gonna get stuck in there! Use a condom!” Can’t remember much from it except for these three scenes.

2.      The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Yamazaki Kento has the acting chops of a dead fish but it comes handy for playing a teen with psychic abilities and zero social skills. Hashimoto Kanna is one of the prettiest girls in Japan. Yoshizawa Ryo with white and blueish hair looks more like Sakata Gintoki than Oguri Shun in the Gintama live action. The end is a huge let down but the fun ride is worth it.

3.      Ano ko no, Toriko

Congratulations to Yoshizawa Ryo, he has FIVE movies in my list of favorite movies this year! This is to make up for crowning GIVER as the biggest waste of time of 2018, this list is totally not biased, lol. “Ano ko” could be just another romance movie but the (very) little insight into how the entertainment industry works and not focusing on school life made me love it. Poor Sugino Yosuke being left behind again, when will this boy get the main girl?

4.      Monstrum

It doesn’t reinvent the wheel but it’s pleasant enough to fill a rainy afternoon with a lot of blood and spilled guts. Hyeri of Girl’s Day is the heroine and Choi Woo Shik is the commander she falls in love with.

5.      Weirdo Go

I confess I watched this one just to see Ji Li (aka my snake son Nie Huaisang) dressed as a woman but it was enjoyable and not that problematic.

6.      Real - Kanzen Naru Kubinagaryu no Hi

Directed by the same guy that did “Creepy” and “Before we vanish”, there are lots of twists you won’t see coming. And a dinosaur. A fucking dinosaur.

7.      Tomodachi Game: The Final

The movie loses its focus halfway through then picks up again minutes before ending. Yoshizawa Ryo delivers again as the sadistic Yuuichi, much like his role in Gintama. The plot twists are the star of the movie.

8.     The Living Dead

Sorry Wen Ning. I saw the plot twist coming in the first 30 minutes of the movie, not very smart of the writer. His personality did a 180° turn for worse and I’ll demote the movie to an honorable mention for it. Gao Han is cute though, I would like to see him as a better character.

9.      Backstreet Girls

Some recycled scenes from the drama to situate the viewers, a completely new story for the movie, it is certainly funny and enjoyable, if you can get past the forced gender reassignment surgery background and transphobic jokes (you shouldn’t get past it btw). I like the soundtrack.

Best Dramas:

1.      The Untamed

Do I need to say more?

2.      The Tale of Nokdu

This Korean romance had everything to be a mess but it wasn’t!!! *claps* I don’t hate the main female character and the whole palace politics actually kept me interested until the end. The complete shift of atmosphere mid-season was strange at first but ultimately very welcomed.

3.      The Naked Director

Netflix original Japanese content is amazing. This one is a look at the life of a legendary porn director in the late 80s, I learned a lot about the history of Japanese porn and censorship (yay pixels!) and went looking for his, erm, works. Very graphic, 69/10 don’t recommend watching with people in the house.

4.      Channel wa Sonomama!

I don’t remember it well but it’s about a news station and what is like to be a journalist and it was very interesting and funny.

5.      SCAMS

Forgettable. Sugino Yosuke with black hair cons old people via phone calls.

Worst Movies and Dramas:

1.      The cat in their arms

The cats spend 90% of the movie in human forms, and halfway through it they simply abandon the cats’ plot to show a fucking long montage of a weird guy painting a picture of a nude girl. It’s also super creepy to see a grown-up man acting like a cat, getting belly rubs and eating cat food from a bowl. Yoshizawa needs to choose his roles more wisely.

2.      Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun

A waste of Suda Masaki’s talent. Can Japan stop casting Tsuchiya Tao already?

3.      Samurai Marathon

Almost two hours of dirty men running through a forest. Maybe Japanese History experts will enjoy it, because I certainly didn’t.

4.      Lady Vengeance

While there are legit great moments, I didn’t find this “classic” to be anything special. The animal cruelty was too much for me.

5.      Hot Gimmick

This movie makes Bohemian Rhapsody’s editing look like a work of art. There are more flashing cuts than a T-ARA music video. I have no idea who likes who, who’s banging who, what even are they saying. Too much poetic shit for my like. I wanted to see Shimizu Hiroya naked. I was bamboozled.

6.      The Divine Fury

While some parts were interesting, at the end I still don’t know if the protagonist is possessed by a demon (if yes, then why would he help a priest destroy his friends?) or if he was blessed by God when his father died and talked to him (the glowing hand thing, why and how??). The exorcism parts are really, really scary, or maybe I’m just a chicken, but I had to avert my eyes. The best (only) part is that the protagonists are hot. Hello Woo Do-Hwan, you can sacrifice me to Satan any time…

[nomimits7]

Undecided Chapter 1...

Title: Undecided Pt 1

Genre: Investigation, murder, masked behaviour.

Warnings: murder, psychotic behaviour, might be triggering.

Members: Detective OT7 x Forensic scientist Reader

Note: Phrases like this are just add-ins to help with the story line… If they confuse you, feel free to ask!

Summary: Moving overseas for a once in a lifetime job offer was one of the scariest things Y/N ever did. That was until she got stuck in a twisted investigation of random murders, all with one link but no leads. Closing in on the culprit(s) Y/N doesn’t realize the danger she’s getting into. With no family or friends, can Y/N dare to trust those seven closest to her with her life?

Thanks Geek for being the best beta reader ever!! @feed-my-geek-soul 

Prologue 

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Death: The personification of the power that destroys life, often represented in art and literature as a skeleton or an old man holding a scythe.

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“Who do we have here...?” 

 Most people are not given the privilege to choose between life or death, the choice is made for them. Most people would choose life if they were ever given the chance, but you? You were different.  

Death has always fascinated you. You used to binge watch documentaries on serial killers, read hundreds if not thousands of books on murder, even your school speeches all revolved around the minds of these criminals. This is something you slowly fell in love with. The mystery, the way they think, but most of all the way they always got caught for their unholy crimes. It was during one of these moments you realized YOU wanted to be the one bringing their fantasies and creepy fetishes to an end. The idea of taking something away from someone that took a life, was like your own personal high.

After completing school, you followed your dreams and studied to become a Forensic scientist. After only 4 years you had your Honours degree and ready to take on the big bad world out there. This proved to be way much more difficult than you initially thought it would be. Finding a decent job as a female forensic scientist was nearly impossible. Most companies only wanted males or more experienced females. They always found some or other excuse to not hire you, to afraid of the risk.

“We’re sorry to inform you that the position requires someone a bit more experienced Miss Y/N”

It’s not you, it’s the system. You knew you were one of the best out there, but clearly being born without a third leg dangling uselessly in between your sturdier legs was a problem. A big problem.

Your country, well they’re still getting use to the whole ‘Women are equal to men’ thing. The chance of you finding a job even as an intern was next to nothing. Again, the risk was just to big.

“I just don’t get it… I can do an even better job than anyone of those three-legged idiots they call men,” you said before pouting into your coffee. Your best friend Lusai just sat there and patiently listened to your mumbling. He was always the best at giving advice on life problems, especially yours. This man you have known for almost 15 years. This man knew you better than you knew yourself.

“Lusai, what should I do?” You whined as his silence became too much to bear. “Come on, you know me better than I know myself. What’s next for Y/N?”

The red-headed, green eyed male stared directly into your eyes. Your best friend was handsome. Red heads being the rare species, he was a well-known ladies’ man. Alongside his green eyes, he even made you swoon from time to time. Clearly, he was doing something right, you see your dear Lusai wasn’t the thinnest or ‘muscle mania’ type of man, no, he was a solid, tall guy that picked up girls like it was a daily trip to the local supermarket.

“Y/N” he sighed. “You know dam well what to do! Just keep looking. Take a breath and keep going. Somewhere someone will see your talents.”

Wise words always seem to leave his mouth. Either that or you were just way to desperate. Even though he was the definition of a fuckboy, he was a smart fuckboy. Both in life and sex.

“See, that’s why I always come to you first!” you said as a smile spread across his plump pink lips.

“Yeah, I was your first everything” He retorted with a smirk.

It’s true. Your best friend was your first everything. Maybe being best friends with your ‘first crush’, ‘first kiss’, ‘first make out’ and ‘first sexual contact’ wasn’t the best idea ever. But hey, the idiot crept into your heart and well, he’s stuck there now. You still love the guy to death, but you always learn from your mistakes. Him, being a painful reminder of that.

“Whatever.” You bite back.

A comfortable silence settles in between you as you slowly sipped the rest of your drink. You loved how you could sit in complete silence and still share so much with someone. The rest of the day consisted of interviews and shopping.

In summary… it was fruitless.

Nonetheless you chose to take Lusai’s advice and keep trying. Somewhere out there, someone will see that you are worth the risk. You are passionate about your work and that’s what makes you different from the rest.

It wasn’t long until you found yourself in the same coffee shop, at the same table, sitting across the same person, drinking the same dam coffee. You were in need of something stronger than coffee. Unfortunately, you hate alcohol as much as you hate rejection. Your hope of finding that dream job was slowly fading. Lusai was a smart boy, and so he did what most smart people would do if a friend was on the brink of depression and self-pity, he made a horrible joke.

“So, the other day I bought a bottle of still water.” He began.

With confused eyes you looked at him expectantly.

“I bought that bottle and threw the water down the drain.” He said as he took a sip of his drink.

“Why did you buy water just to throw it out again?” you asked a little annoyed.

“I wanted to set the water free” he was now staring at you, his face void of any emotion. A beat went by as you sat there, dumbfounded, only to burst out into a fit of laughter.

“There we go! There’s the Y/N I know” he said with a chuckle.

“I hate you, you know that right?” You said as you attempted to punch the speed devil.

He simply shook his head as silence once again took a hold of the atmosphere. You must be doing something wrong. Your studies included practical practice, yet you are seen as inexperienced. You got lost in your jumble of thoughts until Lusai cleared his throat across from you. You turned your attention back to him as his worried eyes made contact with yours.

“Y/N” he began with a shaky breath. “Maybe, just maybe you shouldn’t limit yourself to our country. I mean, you always wanted to travel. Maybe this is just a sign that you should search overseas.” He carefully added. Examining your face as he waited for your reply. Like most people out there, packing up and leaving everyone and everything you ever knew behind scared the living shit out of you. It has been one of your many dreams to see the world yes, but leaving completely without certainty of returning? That scared you.

“I- We’ll see” was all you could say. What more can a scared brave girl say when you had no right to show your weak side? Even though Lusai knew you, you never allowed him the opportunity to see you as a weak woman. And now was no exception.

His words definitely stuck with you. That very evening you began your wild search into the great unknown pages called the internet. You found hundreds of opportunities, but none of them struck your interest. Either it was just an office job (which was a big no, you needed to be out there and not locked up behind a creaking old desk signing papers) or they were just simple internships with little to no pay. None screamed your name, until you came across a rather unusual advertisement.

 Z private Investigators.

Needed: Forensic Scientist.

No skills needed nor any experience. We have enough staff to help with the basics.

Status of request: Urgent.

Contact Mr Kim if you are interested. 08**-9634-09**or Zinvertigators@crimelab.co

Well, this should be interesting. It was as if this advertisement was made just for you. You clicked on the link and that’s how you delved into this company’s history.

“It’s located in South Korea, some place called Busan at the moment. But its almost like a company on wheels. They move around a lot to different cities. At the moment there’s seven employees, all men. There were unfortunately no photos whatsoever.” You explained to Lusai over the phone as you sat crossed legged on your bed still scrolling through their homepage.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Apply Y/N. Working with seven men can’t be that bad. And you’ll get to travel! Maybe this is what you have been waiting for, the worst that can happen is receiving a no.” Lusai said

After hanging up you got started on your email:

Good day Mr Kim,

My name is Y/N. I have recently Graduated with my honour’s degree in Forensic science. I’m 20 years old. I know I am way to young, but I was home schooled. Attached is my resume.

I hope to hear from you soon

Kind regards,

Y/N

And just like that you found yourself a mere week later, on your way to the airport for a personal interview. Mr Kim had responded with the exact words: ‘For a 20-year-old your resume is sure impressive. You sound like a very intriguing girl, I can’t wait to meet you. We don’t believe in interviews over the phone. How soon can you fly out?’ Now here you are saying goodbye to your closest relatives on your way to the great unknown.

The flight was probably the scariest part of the whole ordeal. The shaking of the plane as turbulence took over for what seemed like an eternity, definitely made you thankful for every blessing you have received. The fact that you were alone on a man-made bird and the fact that you were sitting next to a creep, his hand kept ‘accidentally’ touch your left thigh, wasn’t helping. When the plane landed some 20 hours later you were more than happy to get the hell off the overgrown chunk of metal.

Walking out of the plane you saw a masked man standing near the window with your name scribbled on a paper. This guy was completely dressed in black. He had long, defined legs (in skinny jeans that did wonders for his thighs, if you were being completely honest), broad shoulders covered in a very loose fitted black hoodie, completed with a face mask and fishers hat hiding his hair completely. His eyes though, big brown ones, they were calculating.

As you walked over to this black ninja looking assassin you gave yourself the most needed pep talk.

“Just breathe, no one knows you other than Mr Kim. Fact they don’t even know what you look like. You are fine, just peachy. Oooh shit I’m getting closer. Shut it! you got this girl. Just bre-“

“H-Hi, I’m Y/N.” You said as you came face to face with this mystery man in black denim, and really good-looking thighs. You could see him smile under his mask. He nodded to you and turned around. Awkwardly you followed him to a big black SUV. Without a word he ushered you inside and off you went. The ride was silent as you stared out the window. You had no idea where you were going but soon the van left the city and entered a quieter scene of houses and apartments. Slowly your eyes got heavier as sleep overtook you. So many questions haunted your dreams, so many.

You woke with a small gasp as you felt someone’s hands on your thighs. Looking up you came face to face with, yet another, masked man in all black. This was someone else. Someone with soft yet dangerous eyes. This time, though, the unknown man removed his mysterious mask.

Time stopped as you came face to face with heaven. This man had brown almost almond coloured hair, his soft deep almost black orbs stared straight at you. He gave you a boxy grin as he saw you taking his god-like features in. His deep voice startled you as you got lost in those mysterious orbs for eyes.

“Hi Y/N, Welcome to Busan. My name is Kim Taehyung. Or Mr Kim, whichever you prefer. This is the place you will be staying, I do hope it’s to your liking. We’ll give you a day or two to adjust. I’ll let you know when your interview will be. I’m so sorry for leaving you alone like this but we have some business to attend to. Have a peaceful evening Y/N.” Taehyung said as he stood up. He helped you out of the van and before long you found yourself, yet again, alone.

That evening after packing away your stuff and making yourself at home with a bottle of wine and a Domino’s pizza, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift back to the almond haired man you met. Taehyung. Those eyes made your skin tingle, and not in an arousing way. There lurked a sense of danger behind them, a danger that perked your senses with curiosity.

As you sat on the couch your curiosity got the best of you. Seeing as you were too tired to take in your surroundings, you decided to do your own little research on the boss before you go for your interview. Pulling out your laptop you opened Naver and began your escapade into the life of Mr Kim.

“Huh? He… he doesn’t exist? How does someone not exist on the internet?” Even you can be found with a simple search of your name. Hell, your whole life’s history could be found through a simple search and a click or two. Interesting, interesting indeed.

That evening you went to bed with even more questions than answers.

 Oh, if only you knew what you were getting into…

Chapter 2

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[magaprima]

Part 1 Episode 10 Thoughts 1/3

“My look at the time. It’s almost midnight. Very nearly the Witching Hour, time enough for one more story about Sabrina”

I love this opening, the parallel to both children’s story time back in the day, as well as the old Horror film nights they used to do decades ago, where someone would introduce the tale from an armchair in a calm, seductive photos, bringing us into the haunted tale. Also people have complained that she calls midnight the Witching Hour, because 3am is said to be this time, but in truth, several times in the day are ‘witching hours’, for one reason or another. 3am is, so is midnight, but so is midday. So she’s right...it’s just one of the witching hours. 

“All the signs were there. If you knew where to look. A dead bird brought in by a cat, a spilled bottle of black ink, a broken mirror in an empty room, a loaf of bread split clean down the middle”

I love this too, because, in the habit of CAOS constantly mixing all mythologies and beliefs into one little hotpot of madness, here we have them harking back to old ways, wise women habits, like a broom falling means company is company, crossed knives is a broken friendship, bird hits the window means death is coming etc. I just love the whole opening of this episode, and this episode in general, because it seems to be the most traditional witchcraft practise based, even if with a CAOS spin.

“I can’t tell you how disappointed I was to hear Sabrina’s mortal friends rally around her”

Lilith spying on Sabrina and co through the toilet door is both hilarious and creepy, and she is so genuinely pissed off about their support, the way she mockingly says ‘rally around her’ and the disgust when she says ‘mortal friends’, the way her mouth contorts in displeasure; this all really freaking pissed her off. But it shows how much she underestimated their friendship, and probably signifies how Lilith herself has never had that friendship herself:; she’s never experienced that loyal unwavering support from a true friend, so she thought they could be broken easily. 

“The Dark Lord was growing impatient with me”

That word impatient is so key here, not just because we’ve seen what the Dark Lord is like, but the whole context in which she says and the way she says, you know that impatience was dangerous, that his impatience is not simply a ‘lack of patience’ but that he will take it out on her, that growing impatient with someone is code for he’s going to make them pay for failure if they don’t come up with something to please him soon. But the way Lilith says it as a casual, accepted fact, shows how frequently she’s dealt with that, how she knows the warning signs. 

“I needed to change tactics, introduce a threat to Greendale that would compel Sabrina to make certain choices that would.....force her to separate from them”

She hesitates here before she says force her, like there’s a reluctance. And I don’t mean as in she didn’t want to force Sabrina, but as if she’s hesitant to take this direction, as Lilith is all about subtle, manipulation, she coaxes people into making choices, their own free will used against them, but here she had to be a bit more blunt and I don’t think she ever take particular pleasure in that. She prefers the game, the subtly, using her own intelligence and skill.

Also the design on the blanket behind Lilith on the chair she’s sitting on, looks like chains, which is a nice foreshadowing/reveal for how Lilith is in chains, metaphorical, unseen ones, trapped in her service to Satan, even if she convinces herself she isn’t, that it’s all her choice, her desire. 

“As for the threat, I...had an idea or two. Or Thirteen. Buried right under our noses”

The way she says this, it clearly wasn’t her first idea, Lilith put thought into the threat and needed it to be something untraceable to her if it went wrong, something unique, stand-aloneish. You’ve got to appreciate Lilith is both innovative and cut-throat (because she’s thought to use the Thirteen and is also fully willing to sacrifice their entire spirits and existence for her purpose). I like it. 

The way she storms out of that bathroom, there is freaking fury to behold on that face...but you know? It’s not out of place for the expressions of most High School teachers when they come out of a student’s restroom, haha. Also, it may be twisted of me but I just love how she marks out the boy she’s going to kill for the spell, the way she casually walks by him and then spins on the spot and is like ‘bingo’. Especially with the added voiceover of ‘And I would need a warm body...there you go’. I think it also shows how Lilith literally places no value on a male mortal life. She as casually picks him out for dispatch as she did the pizza boy. Mortal men, mortal boys, they have literally zero value to her beyond being food or a tool in a ritual. Men have treated women like objects, chattel, over all the centuries, and so Lilith purposefully does the same to men. 

Also when she drops the glamour in the woods and reveals who she is and the boy does a double-take, understandably, what was going through his head? It’s not just that the girl he was on a date with is suddenly gone, it’s not just that she is now suddenly totally different, but she’s now the teacher from his school. He’s on a date with his teacher...you know before she grabs him by the scalp and pulls out the knife, he probably thought he was gonna die from panic and embarrassment. 

Her pose as she holds him in place and brandishes the knife is freaking as Extra AF. Again, I like how they mix in mythologies, and use traditional magic aspects but in a twisted CAOS way, making it feel very grounded and very fictional all at the same time. Ditto with the use of shadows rather than major effects. I love how they achieve the ‘movie magic’ in this show, usually old tricks and physical things rather than going CGI nuts. 

“Welcome back, ladies”

What are the odds that it’s a literal welcome back? That Lilith was hanging around Greendale in her original form when the Greendale Thirteen shit hit the fan.

As she speaks to them, it is as a leader, they don’t question her, or her instructions and information. They possibly recognise her as Lilith or merely recognise her power, but there is an undeniable leadership here, calm and unquestioned, and despite the bad motives and murderous intent, it’s nice to see Lilith in this role, and how much she thrives in it, how easily she commands respect and attention when she’s allowed to take that role on. 

Also it’s interesting to remember that as she entices the Greendale Thirteen with all these promises of tormenting those who harmed them, and destroying the town they despise, and she’s all encouraging and supportive etc, she, in fact, plans to have them destroyed. The only way this plan works is if Sabrina signs the book and uses her new powers to obliterate the Greendale Thirteen. She is leading them all to their destruction. They’re her bait and they have no idea. But they seem to be especially vile people, that even fellow witches don’t like, so I don’t feel bad about it...maybe it’s even why Lilith picked them. Maybe even she doesn’t like them! Also Lilith seems to get freaking high off this plan. Just saying. 

[illratte]

First Date

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Gavin Reed stood in front of the mirror, an expression that could only be described as a preen on his face. He looked good, he had to admit (he always looked good, but still), all done up in a pressed black suit and tie. The fluorescent light glittered off of the gel slicking back his hair.

For the past six years, Gavin had partaken in the annual Detroit Police Department bachelor auction. While it had started at Fowler’s insistence, and because Gavin hadn’t felt particularly moved to say the reason (two reasons, really) why a “red-blooded young man” like himself wouldn’t want to be fawned over by rich women, Gavin had grown to enjoy the affair. It was made all the better by the agreement that he had with his friend, Tina: he’d shell out five hundred dollars to her an hour before the event, and he’d get the chance to preen and grandstand on stage before she’d use it to buy him back and fuck off to some seedy bar together.

“You look nice, Reed.” Fowler looked almost approving as he said it, with the expression that he reserved only for when Gavin had actually completed his work. “Maybe you should dress like this more often.”

“What? Fuckin black tie? Leather jackets are always in style.”

“I meant well-groomed. And you’re on now.”

Before Gavin could fully take in the implications of what Fowler had said, he was ushered to the stage. The DPD had spared more than a few expenses, opting to rent out a public high school auditorium, and the stage lights forced him to squint into the crowd. The people were cast in shadows, except for the few that milled right near the stage. No familiar faces made themselves known.

Squaring his shoulders, he put his hands on his hips and smirked at the crowd. Even if he was only going to be bought by Tina, he had to perform.

“Next up is Gavin Reed!” Chris, at a hastily made podium, called out. Being married, he had offered to help by calling for bids in the raffle.

As Chris rattled off of the little notecard that Gavin had submitted, with a few minor revisions, as a biography (Gavin was 36. Gavin liked cats. Gavin liked to drink.), Gavin grinned at the crowd. Though he could only make out a few faces, it didn’t stop him from flexing.

When Chris had finished, opening the bidding with a sigh, Gavin waited. Tina usually liked to wait until another bid was placed to go in, to allow for the maximum stroking of Gavin’s ego.

“Can I get ten dollars?”

A hand, pale enough to cut through the darkness, raised. “I’ll start at twenty.”

For a split second, Gavin blinked at the voice, far enough away for Gavin to register it as male before he registered who, exactly, had bid on him.

“Fuckin Nines?” He mumbled to himself. He hardly spoke to the damn android beyond what was required for cases, and he liked it that way. He had creepy eyes, and couldn’t hold a conversation to keep himself from getting shot.

“Twenty dollars, going once!”

“Thirty!” Tina interjected, sounding just as shocked as Gavin felt.

“Fifty.”

As the bidding continued, Gavin couldn’t help but fidget onstage, smile growing forced. Never before had he been bid on for so long, and with the growing dread that he might actually have to spend time with Nines, he hardly knew what to do with himself. Even Chris seemed perturbed by the proceedings.

“490!”

“490! Going once, twice to Miss-“

“600.” Nines said it flatly, but Gavin knew he must be smirking. It was the only explanation, Gavin had decided. Gavin had made his life hell while they worked together, so the least Nines could do was fuck with him for a night.

“600, going once, twice, sold to a Mr … 900.”

It was only when Chris coughed not-too-subtly that Gavin remembered to vacate the stage.

As he made his way to the left exit, briefly contemplating just running from the date altogether, Nines caught up with him. He wore a black turtleneck and black slacks. “Hello, Detective. Do I take you now, or wait for the auction to finish?” His face seemed impassive, with maybe the hint of a smile. Gavin resisted the urge to punch it.

“Now. Might as well get this shit show over with. And don’t call me Detective; this ain’t my fucking job.”

“Alright… Gavin.” The smile grew when Nines said it.

“Where to?” Maybe Nines would take him to whatever lair he lurked in during off hours, or a cute little trip to the morgue.

“I thought a restaurant would be nice, seeing as you haven’t eaten. Perhaps that little Italian place, right near where we work.”

“Fine. Whatever.” Gavin eyed him with suspicion. Maybe Nines planned on giving him food poisoning. Still, Nines was right about him not eating, and it was better than nothing.

In the fifteen minutes it took for them to arrive at the restaurant, Gavin regretted that idea. Nines has arranged for a cab to pick them up, and that left both of them in the back seat. While the close quarters were uncomfortable enough (Gavin had long ago made up an excuse as to why Nines had to ride in the backseat of his car on cases), Nines spent the entire ride staring at Gavin after his preliminary attempt at questions were met only with one word grunts. Gavin’s only explanation was that Nines was plotting something.

As Nines paid for the ride, Gavin again considered running off. He had nowhere to go, with his car still at the high school, and Nines could catch up to him in seconds, but his legs still itched to run.

Before he could bolt, a hand clapped onto his shoulder. “The restaurant is this way, Gavin.”

Gavin had never been inside said restaurant before, and he couldn’t help the little huff of approval that left him when he saw it. It was much nicer than the places he usually ate at, littered with small, circular black tables with fairy lights hanging above them.

“We have a reservation for here, under Reed. Table for two. It’s for 8:15, but I was wondering if there was a table clear now…”

Nines hand had snaked itself into an almost possessive gesture around his shoulder, and Gavin shoved it off. “You put it under my name?” The premeditation made Gavin’s stomach queasy. Maybe he really has poisoned his food.

“I don’t have a last name, so it seemed simpler.”

A waitress led them to their table. Nines pulled out a chair for Gavin, and Gavin sat in the one opposite to it, smirking as Nines awkwardly seated himself.

“So, Detective, Gavin. Do you enjoy eating out often? I know most humans prefer a change of pace once in awhile-”

“Fowler said we aren’t sposed to do anything sexual, pervert.” Gavin grinned as he watched Nines voice splutter to extinction.

“I- I did not mean- Do you like eating at restaurants?” He finished lamely, fingers bunching together on the edge of the table.

“I like burgers. And pizza and shit. And I guess ice cream.” As Nines still stared at him, Gavin begrudgingly added “What about you?”

“I can only eat thirium. Though, there is now a market for thirium-based products that I find most enjoyable-“

“Cool.” Gavin grabbed a menu, poring over it. He already knew what he wanted (he liked nothing fancier than pasta, usually), but it amused him to see Nines squirm. It was payback for Nines dragging him away from his friend, at least.

After the waitress took their orders, Nines turned back to staring at Gavin. Before Gavin could contemplate breaking the silence for at least some reprieve from that face, Nines did it for him. “I like your pins, by the way?”

“Pins?”

“The ones you wear on your jacket sometimes. They’re very- nice. I like the statement they make.”

Gavin’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The pins in question were his gay and trans flag pins. It unsettled him that Nines had noticed. They were small enough to go unseen by most, just two blips of color on the brown expanse of his leather jacket. Only someone staring at his chest would be able to make them out. Or an android with fucking super-vision.

“What? You gonna tell me I’m ‘just so brave’ too?”

“I don’t follow.”

“Or do you just want an asspat for not being a violent bigot?”

“I simply wanted to make you feel safe, Gavin. If you would have rather brought that up on your own terms, I understand, but I did not want to put the burden of coming out on you.”

“What- fucking ever.” Gavin snorted. Mines wanting him to feel safe was bullshit. It had to be. Before he could press any further, the waitress came back with their food, leaving quickly after a glance between him and Nines.

Gavin dug into his plate, not caring that he probably looked like a fucking mess as he shoved the spaghetti into his maw. It took a few moments for him to realize that Nines was quiet again. His eyes slid up to see if Nines has started his creepy staring again. Instead, the android looked almost concerned as he stared intently at his hands, now clasped on the tabletop.

“Why do you think I brought you here, Gavin? It seems that you have very different expectations than what I had hoped.”

Gavin regarded him for a pause, just long enough to make the android fidget. “You know why, asshole.”

“No, I don’t. I thought we were here on a date. You do not.”

Gavin barked a laugh. “Don’t lie to me. I know you just wanna fuck with me. But it’s not gonna work.”

“Fuck with you?”

“Get in my head, and shit. And maybe give me food poisoning.”

“But you’re still eating your food??”

“That doesn’t matter. I’m beating you at your own game, fuckwad.” Even as he said it, the malice behind the words didn’t carry through. Now that he thought back on everything, maybe Nines wasn’t lying. The only ill intent he had shown towards him was making him uncomfortable, and even that was hardly planned.

“I like you, Gavin. I wanted to date you. And I think you’re just guilty.”

“The fuck do you mean.” Gavin’s arm’s tightened around himself.

“You and I both know you haven’t treated me the best in the past.”

“Bull. Shit.”

“I know your the springs in your passenger seat aren’t broken, Gavin. And I know you know how to be nice.”

“Prove it.” The words spit from Gavin before he could fully comprehend what they meant.

“You’re good to your friends, trying to cheer them up in your own way when they’re distressed. And you’re nice to the animals you meet; Chen tells me you’ve taken in three strays.”

“But I’m not nice to you. So why do you like me?”

“You could be.”

For the first time, Gavin realized the full extent of emotions that deviants could feel. “I guess I could be, yeah.” He said quietly. He hardly noticed as the waitress returned and Nines took care of the bill.

“I think I should go. I’ll have a cab take you back to your car, and we can forget about this tomorrow.” Nines stood, brushing off invisible dust from his suit. The look from before still hadn’t left him.

“Wait. I- there’s this place, this ice cream place I saw just around the corner. It sells thirium shit too, andWecouldgothereandtalk?” His hand shot out to grab at Nines.

Nines grabbed his hand, squeezing it in his own. “I would like that very much, Gavin. I hope this second date will be much better than our first.”

[grs-the-neighborhood]

Name: Essence O'Lantern 

Gender: Female 

Age: 18 

 Orientation: Bi 

 Species: Mischief spirit

 Alignment: Neutral 

Parents: Demongo And Jack'O Lantern

 Personality: flirty, manipulative, mischievous, Does-not-play-well-with-others, lazy, Tom-boyish, crude, foul mouthed.

 Facts 

 - one of the seeds from jack’s pumpkin head that was infused with some of demongo’s essence. the seed blossomed into a large pumpkin flower that was what brought Essence into the world. 

-is more like a eldritch spirit then a demon.

  - Similar to  Demongo, her powers involve draining Essence. However, while demongo stole the essence of warriors he defeated to later control, Essence can not enslave another person. Rather, she feeds off of essence similar to a vampire or succubus. As a mischief spirit, she is a being that thrives on chaos. so she often uses her abilities to scare folks to feed off of the fear she creates as fear has traces of chaotic energy. However, for a easier, much more chaotic fix, she targets thugs, villains, and other more dangerous targets if it means she gets to keep her powers flowing. She approaches a thug or villain by flirting, and once she has them alone she feeds. 

 -draining essence simply keeps her powers activated. besides draining essence, she can levitate, teleport, rapid heal, mildly alter reality (basically, she will make you see sh*t to create fear. but this in turn drains her, wich is why she prefers going after thugs and villains). If she does not feed properly, she can be wounded greatly as her body will be unable to heal itself. Soshe is not immortal what so ever.

 -Is neutral because 1) she ain’t a goody goody. and 2) she likes feeding off of villains the most. 3) being a “villain” turns things into a job and “ruins her fun”. 

 - she would not disrupt anything major in the series, she would stand as a nuisance if anything. causing issues for the heroes, and creep'n on the villains. - she can eat normal food. she loves anything spicey.

 -if she were to be voiced by any one, Nicki Minaj would be her voice. That laugh of her’s is just perfect.~ -despite her tendency to use others, and act like a Turd. She is a Daddys’ girl. -she dislikes aku. for obvious reasons. www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxFxRX… 

 Edit: 

Intro story  (mild cussing involved) _________________________ Kingsley walked down the hallway talking with Cheyenne who was scrolling through her phone. “ Hey, did you hear about the gang found by the cops last night?” Kingsley looked at her. “ no? why? what happened?” “They were all found ranting like madmen. supposedly they kept saying "the shadows are alive” or some crap. they must have been tweaked the f-out on something. the police never saw anything one that freaked out before.“"that is weird. I still don’t get how folks can keep hitting stuff like that. messes with the brain.” He brushes shoulders with Renee. “watch it loser!” “sorry” Kingsley and Renee exchange glances as Cheyenne gave Renee a glare. she was not the only one, Across the hall Alex glared at Renee. She stomped her foot. “grrrrrr why won’t Kingsley notice me!? I am way better then that stupid mortal!” the demon seethed with anger, but a cool breathy breeze went on the back of her neck. she shuttered and turned around, seeing nothing. she shrugged and went to step forwards but a large, eerie shadow stood over her, multiple eyes staring down at her. a hand reached forwards but she backed away screeching like a majestic  fucking eagle as she ran around it and into Kingsley. “KINSGLEY HELP! there is a ominous shadow out to grab me!” she pointed to were the figure was, but nothing was in the now well lit area. Cheyenne scoffed.“you are going nuts ya weirdo. now hurry up, class is starting soon, and I’ll be damned if I am late for your arse.” she closed her locker, and they head off into class. The bell rang and the teacher entered the room. “settle down ya brats. we are about to begin. But first I would like to introduce our new student, Ms. Essence O'Lantern. the door creaked open and a Pumpkin head peaked through the door, eerie glowing eyes and mouth, followed by a tall, lanky body with sharp fingered hands. A mischievous giggle came from her."Hi everyone, I hope I am not too late for the fun~”“you are new, just don’t let it happen again.” the teacher grunted. one of the jocks raised his hand.“ hey teach, are you sure a farmer won’t be mad his scarecrow is missing?” the rest of the class laughed, as Kingsley, and Cheyenne exchanged glances. Essence’s eyes seemed to spark up a moment but then stopped. that wide grin of hers never falling. “if I am a scarecrow, then you must be the prized Pig.~” “ooooo~” the boy shut his mouth and looked away blushing as the strange girl went to her seat in the back of the class.she gave a creepy smirk at Alex as she passed and sat.Alex gave her a glare as she tried to keep her focus upfront and on the boring ramblings of their inferior teacher. The bell rang later on in the day, and lunchtime has begun. Cheyenne and Kingsley head into the lunch room.as they sat down, they noticed the Jock from before was not sitting up at Renee’s table.Renee seemed to have noticed to as she glanced at the empty seat and shared a look with Kingsley who shrugged. The lunchroom door opened and Essence stepped in, her usual large smirk on her face as she proudly struts down the isles of tables and sits at an empty one far in the back.she sets an old fashioned, metal lunch-pail on the table and digs in. Surrounding students casting odd glances at her as she ate, not caring about the words they would mutter. the Jock too, soon entered the Cafeteria.He looked pail, dark circles under his eyes, and worn. He nervously glanced around, and his eyes fell on Essence. The tall, lanky demoness winked seductively at him and pressed a finger to her mouth in a “sh” like motion. he gulped and sat down in his usual spot.He refused to answer his friends when they asked them what was wrong and refused to eat.As the day progressed, Other students began to become more and more wary of the new girl.She was creepy, her sense of humor dark, and whenever a kid got hurt in gym, her laugh would ring out loud in twisted glee. Alex had shifted into his male form, and was keeping a close eye on the new being. He did not like sharing his turf with another being. When the final bell rang, the halls flooded with students, anxious to get out and enjoy their Friday. Alex leaned against the wall and waited.As less students were in the halls he finally saw Essence go to her locker.As Her slender hand placed her books away, she was slammed against the lockers near her, Alex glaring at her.“Oh darl'n, if ya wanted to play you could have just asked~” the Tall demon cooed  smirking at Alex in glee. Alex Scowled.“ As if I would want to be caught dead with a filthy, lower-class scum like you!” “ooh Alex why do you have to be so mean.” she pouts for a moment. “how’d yo-” Essence suddenly grabbed his wrist and pushes him off of her, and ends up slamming him into the lockers across the hall.she pins both hands above his head.“my my, for being the son of such a high class demon, you sure are easy to push~”“let go of me!"Alex struggled, face tinted red."aaaw you are cute when you blush. As much as I would like to play, I have business to attend to."she throws him to the ground and gathers her items as she closes her own locker. "Fare well, Son of Aku~” Alex looked up, but she was gone in an instant.  He did not even see her through the glass front doors.He got up, dusted himself off and headed home with a scowl. Essence entered an old, run down house on a hill. A man stood at the stove, his back towards her.“Hello pumkin, How was your first day of school?” “hehe it was, interesting. those little humans are fun to scare~” the man turned, a mischievous smile matching his daughter’s spread wide across his own pumpkin face.“that’s my girl”. Essence giggled and hugged him tight. “I missed you SO much, and I missed your yummy stew~"Jack chuckled and kissed her forehead."I know sugar bean, thank you for coming for me.”~“hehe, as if I’ll let my old man get stuck in the netherworld by some dorky skeleton~"she smirked as she playfully snatched her dad’s hat."hey, you lil shit!"he chuckled and grabbed his hat back."set your stuff down, Dinner is almost ready.” “k Dad, just got to do something first~” she lazily floated up the stairs, and set her back down in her bed.She crept to another room and gently opened the door. Laying inside the bed, was a JET black demon. what once was a head full of flames, was now barely a wispy plum of smoke, his blue eyes were closed in a deep slumber.A few, old scars littered his body as he slept. Essence walked over to the bed, and took hold of Demongo’s hand .“Hey papa, I’m back…"there was silence, only the gentle breathing of the other demon.for the first time, Essence’s smirk vanished to a sorrowful expression. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she kissed his hand.” It’s been so long…..I wish I could hear your voice, I wish I can feel your embrace again.Dad has not been the same since you been in your coma. He needs you….I need you….we love you so much….we miss you..“she took in a shaky breath as she laid her fore head to his.” I promise….I will make things right….I will make you better, even if I must give away every ounce of my own essence..to save you.“ she gently caressed his face and took hold of his chin.She slowly opened his mouth, and opened her own. The essence of the gang and jock she drained poured from her, and into him.her knees buckle and she panted on the ground. the large, old scars shrink slightly on demongo as the younger demon stood up. "I’ll see you soon, Papa.” she kissed demongo’s forehead and left the room to eat dinner with her other parent. _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Demongo: samurai jack Jack O'Lantern: Grimm adventures of Billy and Mandy

 Essence:    Belong to oXGoldFinchXo / @chi-chi-tianshi

Reason: She made a contract with Janaya.

[vanillerosegold]

Flame | Yandere!Yata x Reader | K-Project

“...Care to fucking explain this?”

If there was one thing that Yata was sorely lacking in, it was tact. Not only was he bad with women, he was just bad with people in general. His temper was such a short wick that often every second word would be a vulgar swear.

It was something you'd found quite cute about him in the old days. But three months into dating him, you'd started to realize how damning his attitude could be. Especially the paranoid part of it.

He was sitting at the bar, clutching your phone, which he had of course taken without asking permission. Displayed on the screen was a series of messages, sent between you and a male friend from high school. They were purely innocent, but that didn't matter to Yata. You were chatting with another man, and even if all you were talking about was the latest development in your mutually favorite TV show, he didn't like it.

“Yata, I was only chatting with him!” you insisted, before breaking off into a yawn that you were unable to hold back. “It's late...I think we should both go to sleep like the others...” “Oh, I'm sorry-” Yata suddenly stood up from Izumo's precious bar and took a threatening step towards you. His head tilted while he spoke in a mocking tone, “-Am I boring you? Am I making you sleepy?”

“Y-Yata...don't get mad okay...” you quickly cowered back, but he was in your face in seconds. This had been happening more and more frequently lately. It was like he couldn't control himself. “You really expect me not to get mad at you!? You're off texting yet another asshole I don't know, and shrugging it off like you always do! Don't you give a shit about how I feel!?”

You couldn't do this. A line had to be drawn somewhere, and frankly, you just couldn't handle it anymore. “...I...I'm going to bed...” Turning, you intended to do just that. Instantly, you heard a crack that made you stop right in your tracks. Daring to look back, your heart dropped ten feet as you saw your phone being compressed like a coke can in his grip.

He stared at you eerily, eyes like the last glowing embers on a blackened piece of wood. “...If there was nothing for me to worry about...why would you be avoiding all my questions? I think I should just pay this friend of yours a nice little visit, hm? Would you like that, [Y/N]? How would you like him cooked, [Y/N]? Charred or grilled?”

Instantly, your eyes welled with tears. You didn't care about the phone, you only cared that Yata didn't do anything to hurt the other people you cared for in your life. Rushing forth towards him you reached up and clutched his white shirt desperately, gazing up at the messy haired boy who was pretty much always wearing that beanie he liked. His appearance was how you'd always known it to be, but this monster he had become...

“N-no Yata wait! L-let's just slow down, alright!? I-I made a mistake, talking with him, and I'm sorry! But really, I...I swear there's nothing going on between us! P...please, Y-Yata...you have to believe me!” You were tugging on his shirt, begging him with all those tears in your eyes. And he loved it.

Yata dropped the phone that was now broken beyond repair, and suddenly grappled you with both hands, swinging you over on top of the beloved bar and thrusting you down against it. “Ah-! Y-Yata wait!” you quickly squeaked, but one hand clamped down against your mouth, and he leaned over you closely, climbing on top of you in the process while he spoke ominously: “Prove your love to me then, and maybe I'll think twice about what I was planning. But if you can't do that then I guess I'll just have to kill all your little boy toys...and maybe, for good measure-”

To your fright, Yata suddenly summoned a flame in his hand, holding it dangerously close to the wooden surface of the bar top. “That's right. Funny that they let a firestarter like me live in a building with such expensive furniture, but fuck it. If I burn this whole place to the ground too then I won't have to worry at all.”

Instantly you were shaking your head, breathing shakily. “N-no...you can't...why would you!? M-Mikoto...Izumo...none of the others would ever try to-” “Can you guarantee it?”

His question threw you for a loop, and Yata took advantage of your stunned silence, lowering himself right over you. His chest pressed firmly to yours, one hand holding the flame threateningly close to your cheek, his head on the other side, whispering in your ear: “You can't get inside any of their heads, [Y/N]. You don't know what they're thinking...but based on my own thoughts...I can guess...”

The other hand started to stroke down your side and you gasped desperately, shaking all the more as he deftly caressed your curves. The look in his eyes was almost dirty. “They'll imagine you in all sorts of ways...” he murmured, “Is that really what you want? Guys biting their lips around you all the time, barely holding themselves back? I know I don't want that...”

Yata suddenly pulled up, looking down into your desperately glistening eyes and cracking a smirk. He made sure you were still very much caged between his legs as he pretty much stayed sitting on top of you. At the very least he let the flame dissipate just so he could take your cheeks in both hands and squeeze them slightly.

“Other men will want you just as badly as I do, that's how it is. But you only belong to me...so if you don't want me to fry them all to a crisp then you need to find some way of keeping yourself away from them all...” You knew where this was going. You knew what he wanted to hear. If only you had known so many months earlier though, that things would pan out this way. You would have never even let HOMRA take you under their wing in the first place.

At first you had truly loved Yata, and in many ways you still did. He was often sweet and almost shy, blushing and a little stiff with romance. He was capable of love even if in a slightly awkward manner, and that was all very endearing. Certainly, he'd fiercely protect you too, especially from those who tried to hurt you (namely Scepter 4 members).

Yet he also had this awful side to him too. At times it would suddenly flicker to life, triggered by the smallest thing, and you'd have to deal with a monster. Someone who was actually more of a threat to you than anyone else.

There was a burn mark on your arm from the first time you'd crossed him, back when you'd still foolishly thought it was okay to openly meet up with a male friend for coffee. Needless to say, instead of a bitter drink you'd only suffered a bitter scar. It was no one-off either. You knew that if you pushed him he'd happily do it again.

It was all for the sake of a twisted love he held. This love had caught onto you, and you had no way of putting it out now. You just had to suffer. But you weren't going to drag anyone else into it if you could help it.

Even if it still caused some pain, especially for you, you were willing. “...I...I won't talk to anyone else at school, from now on. I-I promise, I'll never do this again...”

Your words were like a cooling medicine. Yata instantly seemed to calm a little, and his creepy expression softened into something that was simply delirious and needy. “See? How simple was that, [Y/N]?”

He sealed that tragic promise of yours with a kiss right there on the counter top. His hands still gripped you closely, but you knew you weren't going anywhere. He bit your tongue like some sort of miniature punishment, but you took it.

You accepted it. Because the alternative...was so much worse.

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[sidmjkgc]

In October, the month of Halloween, I watch horror movies only.  Here's the list of what I saw.

Preservation (2014)  Three family members head deep into the woods for a hunting trip that doubles as a distraction from their troubles at home. When all of their gear is stolen, they turn on each other, but soon realize there are much more treacherous forces at work.

I watched it ‘cause Pablo Schreiber was in it. Well, the trailer looked fine too.  More a thriller than an horror, it reminded me of “I spit on your grave” given that it’s a revenge movie. They go hunting, they become preys of these mysterious guys, it becomes a matter of surviving. If it were me, I would die instantly. Overall, it’s a nice movie to spend a night: it has a bit of tension, great locations and lighting, the plot is simple but it works out fine, maybe the dialogue is a bit cringe-worthy here and there. Anyway, I learned that next time I go camping (which, by the way, is never) I will keep my shoes on and I will put everything in my sleeping-bag. 

Jennifer's body (2009) She's evil... and not just high school evil. A newly possessed cheerleader turns into a killer who specializes in offing her male classmates. Can her best friend put an end to the horror?

Not gonna lie, I went from wtf is this shit to this is so ridiculous that it is a masterpiece. Beside the fact that Megan Fox is truly hot and when she does that psycho smile I melt on the spot, this movie has everything. The late nineties vibe, complete with the typical high scool stereotypes? Check. The stupid  teen slang? Check. Blood and gore? Check. Ridicolous plot and dialogue? Check.  I honestly could talk about it for days, it should have a post on its own. “Lasagna with teeth” like wtf. The mom that gives her son a pepper spray because there’s a killer on the loose, then makes him walk five blocks in the middle of the night. “Ow. My tit” “No, your heart” simply iconic. There’s a completely useless lesbo scene. The fuckin indie band that wants to become famous like the Maroon 5 and so decides to sacrifice a (clearly not) virgin to Satan, that’s what that post on tumblr is about. See? It has everything to become a masterpiece.

One please (2017) Parents will do anything for their children...

This is actually just a short movie I came across on youtube (link) and it's the most frightening by far. There’s a kid, an ice cream truck, the lovely parents and not a single word is spoken. I won’t spoil anything but it’s gore, in the most unsettling way.

Nails (2017) "Nails" is the story of Dana Milgrom (Shauna Macdonald), a track coach who's survived a near-death car accident, only to find herself almost completely paralyzed and trapped inside her own body, forced to communicate via an artificial voice program. While recovering she becomes convinced that some evil presence exists inside her hospital room and is intent on killing her. No one believes her - not even her own husband and daughter, who think she's experienced a mental breakdown.

It's a classic: ghost with an unfinished business and the location is an hospital. However, the victim has to use a computer voice to talk. And frankly, this intrigued me.  The movie itself is average: the ghost looks really creepy, there are lots of jumpscares (I didn’t expect an obvious one in the end and I lost both of my kidneys in the jump) and there’s also that thing where the volume goes up with the creepy music. The acting is really really good, especially the protagonist, and there’s a nurse who’s a nice character. But, and it’s a big but. The medical stuff. Who’s the one who put her the stitches? They did an awful job. I appreciate the tracheostomy, but I don't think it works that way. And why there is a total of two nurses (three, if you count the one passing by) and a doctor who seems to belong to a Dracula's movie? And don't let me start on the safety of that hospital: the nurse says more than once that there are mice in the wall. Also, why there are blackouts and no emergency power system? Sorry, my sister is a doctor and I did a course on safety on the workplace. But hey, nobody watches an horror movie for this stuff, right?

Boy eats girl (2005) A boy declares his love for his girlfriend, only to die the same night. He is brought back to life by his mother as a flesh-craving zombie, who sires more teen undead while trying to control his, er, appetite for his beloved.

The movies I watch for you, Domhnall Gleeson, the movies I watch for you. He has, like, four lines. Even the fuckin snake is in the title before him. 

I shit you not. Anyway, it’s a zombie splatter comedy with teenagers, and really stupid adults. There is some line, here and there, that’s funny. Like “You're supposed to make friends at school, not eat them”. Other than that, I’ve seen better zombie comedy. I suggest you "Cockneys vs Zombies” (2012, also called “London Zombies”). I’m trying to save this movie, but I can’t. Special mention, though, the moment in which Gleeson goes to the church to confess: I’ve read too many fanfics where he’s the priest, and I couldn’t stop laughing. Oh, also, it’s his film debut, he’s super cute (as always) and he screeches here too. 

The facts in the case of Mister Hollow (2008) The film centers on an unusual photograph dating back to the 1930s. An investigation of its particulars reveals a tapestry of secrets hidden in the details, and a tale of kidnapping and murder captured in a haunting moment.

A short movie that can be seen on youtube (link). It’s fascinating, and it reminded me of Mystery Case Files, my favourite series of hidden object game! 

The witch (2016) Evil takes many forms. New England in the 1630s: William and Katherine lead a devout Christian life with five children, homesteading on the edge of an impassable wilderness. When their newborn son vanishes and crops fail, the family turns on one another. Beyond their worst fears, a supernatural evil lurks in the nearby wood.

I can’t say this is a bad movie, because it’s well done: the acting is really good, you can see they did the research behind the settings. But between the Old English and the slow pace, it’s kinda meh. I kept expecting something that simply is not there.  Now, I have to say that probably the problem is me: I live in a very Catholic country, I adore to a disturbing degree going to the torture museums, so the entire religious settings and the witchery didn't shock me that much? I was prepared? And it’s really well done from that point of view. Maybe, "historical drama" fits better than "horror" for this movie in my opinion.

The Blackout experiments (2016) You arrive at a secret location at a precise time, prompted by a mysterious email. You must follow the instructions closely. Once inside, disturbing visions begin. Unspeakable acts befall you—often frightening, sometimes sensual, possibly painful—each stimulating your deepest fears. And when it's over, you are changed, abandoned, and left wondering what is real and what was merely a game.

First of all: this is a documentary. It follows a bunch of people, and focuses mostly on one, that basically pay and sign a contract to get kidnapped and tortured by a group of strangers found on the internet under the name of Blackout.  I asked myself “why” more than once. And they are not weirdos or goth or whatever: they are all normal and reasonable people that have their ups and downs, and normal lives, and kids, and a job, and yes they have also experienced some traumas and maybe they like dark stuff.  So, what happens during a Blackout? You get shout at, you get tied, you get pushed, you get chocked, there are images and sounds, people do things to you... It’s an art show, a sort of haunted house. And the more you get involved, the more experiments you do, the more they get personal. They use your fears and experiences to break your mind apart.  It’s really an interesting and fascinating documentary, and it makes you curious.

Get out (2017) Just because you're invited, doesn't mean you're welcome. Chris and his girlfriend Rose go upstate to visit her parents for the weekend. At first, Chris reads the family's overly accommodating behavior as nervous attempts to deal with their daughter's interracial relationship, but as the weekend progresses, a series of increasingly disturbing discoveries lead him to a truth that he never could have imagined.

One of the best movies I saw this year. It doesn't' have the usual horror vibes, it's more a thriller with an unsettling suspense that grows and it makes you whisper "run" for the entire movie, until you are almost shouting it to the screen. The acting is really good, especially in a couple of background actors and during that phone call. The general atmosphere is disturbing and scary, but in a way that grows under your skin: there are so many details that you don’t understand at first, but they layer up in the end when you see the plot twist.  This movie reminded me of "La bella gente" (2009, "Beautiful people"), an Italian movie with a similar settings but with a very different twist in the end. Mind you, the Italian one is more terrifying because that shit could actually happen, while in “Get out” the final horror spoilery twist is not real and can’t happen.

Otto; Or Up With Dead People (2008) A young zombie named Otto appears on a remote highway. He has no idea where he came from or where he is going. After hitching a ride to Berlin and nesting in an abandoned amusement park, he begins to explore the city. Soon he is discovered by underground filmmaker Medea Yarn, who begins to make a documentary about him with the support of her girlfriend, Hella Bent, and her brother Adolf, who operates the camera. Meanwhile, Medea is still trying to finish Up with Dead People, the epic political-porno-zombie movie that she has been working on for years. She convinces its star, Fritz Fritze, to allow the vulnerable Otto to stay in his guest bedroom. When Otto discovers that he has a wallet that contains information about his past, before he was dead, he begins to remember details about his ex-boyfriend, Rudolf. He arranges to meet him at the schoolyard where they met, with devastating results.

I honestly thought I was going to watch a gay porn movie with zombie and gore, but it’s so much more than that. I am a bit shocked. It's an intellectual movie about social alienation, but with the metaphor of being a zombie. And sure, there are gore and lots of gay scene, very explicit. But there are also politics, a very nice soundtrack, and some inside jokes on the characters. And even if it seems made with a very low budget, the make up is better than most CGI movies. It starts hilarious and ridicolous, but at some point it becomes serious? Political? I liked it? I haven't felt this way since I watched "Sangue - La morte non esiste" (2005) and that it turned out to be one of my favourite movies of all time.

[ahnheeyeonee]

Jin/Namjoon - Keep Away (1/?)

“You must keep away from there.”

This was the phrase repeated through so much of his childhood. His mother would whisper it to him as they left their house and trekked down their front path; passing through the wooden gate, the white paint faded and peeling. Jin would simply nod and grasp his mother's hand with his own sticky, chubby one. 

“You must keep away from there.” 

The “there” his mother would point to and mention in hushed whispers was the house across the street. It was dark and gloomy and stood out from all the other houses; with its untrimmed hedges and dark windows.

As time passed and Jin grew from a small child standing in his mother’s shadow to a broad-shouldered college student. He still passed the house every day, his mother’s words a faint memory in his mind. 

His mother. 

She had passed two years ago after sickness ravaged her body quickly. She simply fell asleep one day and never woke up, leaving Jin the house and a fund that she had set up when he was a child. Along with the fund was a note with the same six words that was a mantra in his childhood. 

“You must keep away from there.”

Occasionally, there were nights where he missed his mother to the point of pain. A huge dark, swirling ache in the center of his chest that nothing could remove. as he cried and sobbed for his mother like he did when he was young. He cried that she wasn’t there to see him grow, to see his achievements. She wouldn’t see his children or his lover. Fat tears would slip down his cheeks and drip off his chin. 

Last night was one of those nights. Jin had woken up lying on his sofa, his body aching from being curled so tightly around a pillow. He blinked and rubbed his face with his hand and swallowed roughly. His head pounded faintly. Climbing off the sofa, Jin made his way upstairs and into the bathroom; cranking the shower onto the highest heat before removing his clothes and stepping under the spray. The heat and pounding water massaged his back as he quickly washed his hair and body. Faintly, he could hear his phone blaring at him from his abandoned jeans and hurriedly exited the shower, grabbing a towel from nearby and rooted around his jeans; fishing out his phone and looking at the caller. 

INCOMING CALL: LEE JAEHWAN 

Jin swiped the screen to accept the call and exited the bathroom. 

“Where are you?! Class started twenty minutes ago and the professor asked where you were. I had to come up with some stupid excuse for you.” Jaehwan whined down the phone. 

“Sorry, I slept in.” Jin replied, hopping into a fresh pair of jeans and wrenching a shirt over his head. “I’ll be there as fast as I can.” 

Jaehwan snorted. “I’ll see you in an hour then. Don’t lie to me, Jin. Was is it another bad night? Take your time getting ready.” 

Jin looked at his phone that was balanced precariously on the edge of his bed.  “Yeah.” He mumbled back. “It was. I’ll see you in a bit - can you take notes for me?” 

“And just who do you think I am? I’m not your best friend for nothing. They’re even colour coded the way you like.” Jaehwan scoffed. “Get your ass here though, there’s only so much I can do for you. Shit, professor’s back. Bye!” 

Jin said his goodbye before lurching towards the phone and hitting the end call button. He placed his phone in his pocket before grabbing his earphones from his desk, tucking them into his bag and making his way downstairs. Jaehwan had been his savior when his mother passed. They had been best friends during high school and, when he learned about Jin’s mother’s sickness, badgered him non-stop about eating and keeping up hope. Jaehwan was the only one who knew about the bad nights. 

Making his way into the kitchen, Jin placed two slices of bread into the toaster and waited for them to ping back up. When they did, he quickly buttered them and lazily nibbled them whilst scrolling through his social media on his phone. More people getting engaged and having kids. At 19, Jin had had a couple of long relationships; with both males and females. His first was Kim Youngsun - a girl from the year above him. She had been kind and lovely to him but their relationship fizzled out after a year and they had decided that they were better off friends. It had broken Jin’s heart but he bounced back from it and then met Kim Junmyeon from the same year. They were together for three years but had decided to attend different universities. Ultimately, the long-distance relationship had been too much of a strain and they had broken up. The last that Jin had heard, Junmyeon was happily in another relationship with someone else.

Finishing up his toast, Jin brushed the crumbs off of himself, slipped his shoes and left his house; pausing to grab his key from a small bowl by the front door. Almost immediately, his eyes rested on the house across the road. He heard his mother in his head repeat her mantra and quickly lowered his eyes, rushing down the path and out of the gate to catch the bus.   

Or, that’s what he should have done when he looked at the house. Instead, his eyes focused on the figure at the window. He blinked once. The figure was gone. For all the time that Jin had lived at his house, he had never seen anyone enter or leave that house. A cold shiver crept down his back and he turned down the road to get to the bus stop. 

Forty-five minutes later, Jin found himself walking quickly to the building where his missed morning class was; two hot coffees clasped in his hands, the steam curling out and disappearing into the late morning air. Arriving at the building, he leaned against the red-brick wall and lifted one of the cups to his mouth, blowing it softly and took a small sip. He immediately winced. Way too hot still.

Faintly, he could hear thundering footsteps rushing towards the doors and glanced over to the glass doors. Jaehwan was power-walking towards him, a frown on his face; his blonde hair artfully pushed back with some stray strands flopping into his eyes. Jin lifted the other coffee and wiggled it, a sheepish smile spreading across his face. Jaehwan’s eyes narrowed to focus on the coffee and, like the sun breaking through clouds on a rainy day, he smiled.

Jin laughed as Jaehwan made his way out of the door and held his hand out for the drink. 

“I will exchange notes for caffeine.” Jaehwan said in greeting and Jin handed him the coffee as Jaehwan shoved some sheets of A4 lined paper at him; lines of colour peeking out between chunks of black ink. Jin tucked them into his bag neatly and the two began walking to their next class; Jaehwan chattering about anything that he could think of, his words becoming a white noise within Jin’s head as he thought back to the figure in the window. The image wouldn’t leave his mind. The figure had clearly been male with hair that had been swept up and away from their face. 

“So why do you have a face like you smell something horrifying?” Jaehwan asked and Jin finally noticed that they had made it to their next class and sat down. He began to unpack his bag, placing his cup on the desk in front of him. “You know that house by mine?” He mumbled, not wanting others to overhear. Jaehwan nodded in response. “I think I saw someone there, inside it.”

Jaehwan flinched slightly. He had heard Jin’s mother's sayings about the house and had witnessed the creepiness of it with his own eyes. “You’re kidding me? I thought it has been abandoned for years.” He whispered back, stumbling over his words slightly.  

“I know!” Jin shot back, relief flooding his body that he wasn’t crazy. The professor at the front of the room cleared his throat a couple of times and began to boot up the powerpoint for their lecture. 

“You know what we need to do then?” Jaehwan suggested slyly. Jin froze and glanced at his friend. 

“We need to investigate the house.”

Thanks for reading! <3 For my friend @17-bts-fairytales  <3 <3 

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Cupkayke Rewatches/Liveblogs Boueibu!

Season 1, Episode 3

So I dropped off the face of Tumblr for awhile, sorry guys! I also rewatched the entirety of Yuri on Ice with my boyfriend and he now likes ice skating anime so that took some time lol But I am back JUST IN TIME FOR YUMOTO’S BIRTHDAY OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRECIOUS CHILD. So, have a liveblog/collection of my stupid thoughts about one of the more ridiculous episodes! Yay! 

Also, I apologize in advance- some of this episode’s subtext led to an impromptu dissection of the boys’ sexualities/orientations and there are some brief mentions of unsavory teachers (because what kind of teacher holds a pretty boy contest???) so if any of my terminology/speculation is incorrect or you find any of my discussions potentially triggering or in need of tags PLEASE inbox me and I will tag the post as such/correct any misinformation! I am a literature student- I like to analyze things. Sometimes I get carried away~

I SAW THE PREVIEW IMAGE FOR THIS EP ON CRUNCHYROLL AND IMMEDIATELY THOUGHT ‘HERE WE GO I REMEMBER THIS EPISODE IT’S GONNA BE A TRASH PARADE AND WTF CITY LET’S GO’

Okay- I always wondered about the pretty boy contest… like why? What purpose does it serve? Why are there posters put up in a fucking BATHHOUSE advertising the local boys’ high school’s PRETTY BOY CONTEST. .3 seconds into the episode and it’s ridiculous. 

What do you mean ‘weight with the ladies’ c’mon man I have a hard time believing you care ANYTHING about ‘the ladies’ -eyebrow waggle-

He’s doing pirouettes in a towel… okay seriously bro I danced ballet for like 10 years and I never pirouetted in a towel OKAY THAT’S PROBABLY A LIE BUT YOU CAN’T PROVE IT OTHERWISE

"EWWWW TEACHER DICK”

Aww Yumoto. So innocent. So naive. So willing to point out he just saw his teacher’s penis-

...well that’s an odd question. Yumoto why would you ask-

Oh, shew, it’s because you’re not ashamed of bodies! How sweet and innocent and refreshi-

WAIT BACK UP NEVERMIND YUMOTO WTF THAT’S CALLED VOUYERISM

Those are the faces of some senpais that just came to the realization that their kouhai has probably been checking them out.

Well he got dressed fast.

How do you hire someone by accident?

Took the words right out of my mouth, Atsushi.

This is disturbing on several levels. Pedo Principal? -shudders-

FEET SHOULD NOT BEND THAT WAY

GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. AKOYA AS A BALLET DANCER OMG. IMAGINE. HAS THIS BEEN DRAWN? THIS NEEDS TO BE FANART SOMEWHERE. HE’D BE SO PRETTY JUST IMAGINE HIM IN TIGHTS BEING THE PRINCIPAL MALE LEAD IN SWAN LAKE OR FUCK EVEN IN A FUCKING TUTU BECAUSE HE’D BE GORGEOUS IN EITHER ROLE I CAN’T EVEN AWKEJFLASJFASLDJFOSIJFOAJ -Cupkayke Explodes-

Arima speaks truth

Io why do you have an exact copy of the calculator I use at work that’s terrifying.

RYUU YOU ARE LYING YOU GO TO AN ALL BOYS SCHOOL THAT IS APPROXIMATELY 0% WOMEN TRY AGAIN

Io looks so disappointed he can’t talk numbers with Ryuu

THEIR CHEESY CATCHPHRASE AGAIN

Side note I feel like the quirkiness of the school got toned down in later eps but perhaps that’s my faulty memory. Which is why I’m rewatching it lol.

Pretty and savage AF

PINK RIVALRY! I mean seriously, “you can’t seem to take your eyes off of me?” Maybe not even a rivalry but something else ohohohohohoh I’m alone on this ship

Okay this creepy teacher apparently calls all the boys ‘sweet honey’ which is disturbing on its own level but that got cranked up to 11 on the creep scale when he referred to YUMOTO as sweet honey. 

Yumoto is a precious cinnamon roll you freak

Paper airplane contest lololol why do I feel like this happened at my school back in the day?

Wombat sounds like a jealous lover lolol

OH BOY! PUNS!

RYUU AND AKOYA TIED FOR THIRD???

HOW DOES AKOYA NOT WIN IN THE LINEUP OF THE SC???

LIKE SERIOUSLY KINSHIROU????

AKOYA IS TEN TIMES PRETTIER!

This school must have a thing for ice princes I s2g

En's boredom is dangerous. I mean... the face says it all.

Ryuu is all “this is NOT up my alley”

A bit slow on the uptake, Yumoto.

Io that’s so sweet... I guess? Well Ryuu seems to think it is- look at his face!

...nevermind. His expression is all “Thanks... I guess...”

Either Yumoto was hoping his senpais would teach him how to be popular with the ladies, or he’s just confused as to what in the hell it is that older boys want. This entire scene is just a clusterfuck of innuendo BUT I’M GONNA OVER ANALYZE IT ANYWAY.

The surface meaning of En and Atsushi’s statements here- or what the audience is supposed to get- is that being popular with girls will only get you so far. It may get you ‘love’ but having a girlfriend means jack squat if you don’t have guy friends (most likely to brag to). 

It also could be taken that En at least would rather appreciate women than exert his energy into making them lust after him, which is rather sweet if you think about it.

Atsushi’s point also draws attention to the fact that stereotypical displays of machismo are much more well-received by other men than women- ie outward displays of strength, aggression, bragging about sexual encounters... er- yeah. No need to go on, there.

So. In order to be a well-rounded man, a man needs to be popular/be admired by other men! So you aren’t a lonely loser the rest of your days.

Buuut... because I’m me... LET’S LOOK AT THE SUBTEXT IN RELATIONSHIP TO THEIR SPECULATED SEXUALITIES 8D

En basically says straight up it’s more beneficial to be admired by men. Putting aside the above statements about admiring women... En’s likely gay. Fosho.

And the top screencap of Yumoto, instead of just clarifying his senpai’s intentions, that could mean that he’s more interested in girls. HOWEVER-

With a c: face, Yumoto admits his heart flutters watching rugged young men!

Bi Yumoto anyone? (He also unironically uses the word ‘flicks’ but that’s either a translator thing or another example of a mysterious dialect but ON TOPIC-)

At least within the context of this scene, Yumoto implies he’d be interested in being popular with girls and he is attracted to at very least a certain type of man. Buuut the rest of this episode (which I will get to later) potentially directly contradicts this implication as to Yumoto’s romantic and/or otherwise attraction.

It’s too bad that we don’t get Ryuu or Atsushi’s opinions on the matter- although Ryuu makes his attractions pretty clear just from his character (and then the subtext with Io). Atsushi is a bit of a mystery, for now. 

As for Io, we get this  exchange-

Le sigh. Io is moneysexual. Anyway...

Wombat so salty- I guess helping Ryuu win a contest is more entertaining than being superheroes.

Me about halfway through this post

En's expressions in this scene are great.

Tho does anyone else now headcanon En as really into athletics when he isn’t being lazy?

Like him really liking competition just fits so well but without a goal he’s just like ‘why bother’

Atsushi sounds so awkward calling him Yufuin

“I can’t just announce him as Enchan that’s weird but I don’t think I’ve ever said his last name ughhhhhhhhh”

Io is NOT playing by the unspoken one urinal in between rule

ALSO I JUST NOTICED YOU CAN SEE THE GUY ON THE LEFT ACTUALLY PEEING WTF

Water go swoosh swoosh

Also their bathrooms are fancy AF

GDI why does Io make the best seduction face

Even tho it’s more predatory here still...

THEY WERE REALLY HEAVY HANDED WITH THE INNUENDO IN S1

The triplets WHY ARE THEIR EYES SO WEIRD

WHAT IS IT WITH THIS SHOW AND SIDE CHARACTERS WITH WEIRD EYES

Ryuu so destructive lol

I TAKE BACK WHAT I SAID ABOUT EN BEING ATHLETIC RYUU DOES FUCKING KARATE

Sparkles

Ibushi is still savage AF

I had to giggle and cap his character card because the image of Atsushi doing gigantic jigsaw puzzles was adorable

YOU’RE A TEACHER WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE A PRETTY BOY?

LIKE SERIOUSLY WHY DO YOU WANT TO BE VALIDATED BY HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS

Did he get scorned and that’s why his self esteem is in the toilet???

1579th pretty boy contest??? Damn Pedo Principal is thirsty AF I am still shuddering at the implications

Tho seriously that’s -does math- ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY ONE YEARS OF PRETTY BOY CONTESTS WHAT THE FUCK

And that isn’t taking into account there would probably be a month or two where school isn’t in session on the 27th to have the pretty boy contest. Like December wouldn’t they be on break? And don’t they have a summer holiday at some point?

IT ISN’T JUST ONE PEDO PRINCIPAL IT’S A DYNASTY

EWWWWWWWWW.

YUMOTO AND RYUU BROTHER RELATIONSHIP I FRIENDSHIP IT LOOK RYUU IS BLUSHING

Yumoto knows he’s a lil shit

What the fuck kind of sound effect is swan swan???

I’m suddenly reminded of Kronk doing his own theme music-

Ryuu so salty he wanted to know the winner

Yumoto that writhing mob of students is pretty gross I agree

SO ZUNDAR WANTS THE ENTIRE WORLD TO BE GAY

THAT’S HIS EVIL PLAN TURN EVERYONE GAY

HE SOUNDS LIKE A SHITTY GROSS POLITICIAN

With that shot angle I was just waiting for him to lay a fucking egg but thankfully that didn’t happen

The subtitle is inaccurate- he actually said ‘GIMME HUG’ which is slightly more unsettling.

EN YOU WANT TO MARRY IT WTF

Yumoto still just like c: “I have no idea what’s going on”

I NOW PRESENT TO YOU THE BEST BOUEIBU SCREENCAPS IN THE HISTORY OF SCREENCAPS 

ATSUSHI SO GRACEFUL

SO ROMANTIC

EN IS JEALOUS

THEY’RE ALL RIDICULOUS

Speaks for itself

And here is where Yumoto contradicts his earlier implications. Okay. 1) Writers make up your minds, although 2) ...shades of gray here.

Perhaps Kurotori’s feather spell represents sexual love (Eros for all you YOI fans~) and Yumoto is either a) too young/innocent to understand or b) somewhere on the ace spectrum. The others were affected because they are either simply older than Yumoto/past puberty or allosexual to the point where the spell could manipulate their feelings despite their existing attractions whatever those may be.

Yumoto’s earlier comments, then, could be taken to mean simply romantic attraction, even though his wording of his “heart fluttering” thanks to Yakuza men is a bit misleading in that respect. (Disclaimer: I am not on the ace spectrum so perhaps I am misrepresenting/misinterpreting here- please correct me if I have made a mistake in my understanding of asexuality- I definitely do not want to offend anyone! Just analyzing~) 

Though to play the other side, En’s comment about marriage, even though he’s under the influence of a spell, also indicates that the spell has romantic components as well as potentially sexual ones. If the spell plays to BOTH- wouldn’t Yumoto be affected as well, based on his earlier assertions?

OR PERHAPS- if it is both, Yumoto is ALSO potentially aromantic and his comments were purely of an aesthetic nature or self projection (that is, he wants to be a dashing Yakuza heartthrob, not necessarily date one). Or he was simply trying to relate to his senpais and was bluffing the entire time.

Damn, this episode can seem REALLY deep if you squint hard enough. Headcanons, abound!

Moving on- WHEN IN DOUBT, HUG THE ENEMY!

Now I’m starting to see some cleverness on the part of the writers- hear me out below- but first- MORE CUDDLES

With this, Yumoto can be read several different ways. 

On the surface and probably most importantly, regardless of what Yumoto’s personal attraction/orientation is (if he’s even figured it out at this point), he knows love at its purest form. He loves his brother. He loves his senpais (even though at this point they barely know each other- Yumoto probably latches on quickly). But more importantly, he is so in tune with his own feelings he realizes that self love is at the core of any type of love. That if you aren’t secure in yourself, if you don’t care about yourself on some level, how can anyone else care about you either?

This is another reason why I love Yumoto even though he can get a bit heavy-handed at times and seem like a one-note character; HE ISN’T.

Yumoto is incredibly introspective and even though his senapis make comments about how he just kind of shoves everything together to fit the situation he really does understand the monster-ified characters’ insecurities.

(Which can lead to some sad headcanons about how Yumoto has probably felt all of these things at one point or another... oh no...)

But back to my over-analysis of Yumoto’s orientation- with this... it’s really up to interpretation.

He can be read as a young character who hasn’t figured things out yet, he can be read as interested in romantic relationships of any variety but not necessarily anything else, he can be read as only interested in platonic relationships- anything. And while the inconsistency in his portrayal can be a bit maddening- it’s GREAT headcanon opportunity.

Thus, unless s3 gives Yumoto a canon interest- he’s whatever you think he is. Which is AWESOME! DO YOU SEE WHY I LOVE THIS SMOL CINNAMON ROLL?

Aaaand some closing, not very deep thoughts to wrap up-

SO BLUSHY. MUCH ANGELIC. WOW.

En you’re always tired

Kinchan... why do you want people to grovel at your feet...?

That’s certainly a random question, En- but for shits and giggles; these are their responses if I’m hearing their voices right:

Atsushi - My neck, I guess?

Yumoto - My arms

Ryuu - Armpits

Io - The nape of the neck.

My brain hurts so I have NO idea what these could mean but I highly doubt they’re throwaway lines- SO YOU GUYS TELL ME. Over-analyze what parts they wash first LOL

OKAY WOW THAT WAS LONG AS FUCK AND I GOT TOO DEEP. Again, let me know if I fucked anything up or need to add tags~ And let me know what you think/what your headcanons are/if there’s something from another canon source that could add to this!

I’ll try to get ep 4 up today as well since it took me forever to get back to this but this shit takes longer than I thought. I watch the ep first and take notes, then go back and re-watch and screencap and take more notes, then copy/pasta everything into tumblr and add more thoughts and make it readable. Shew.