#oh the women are bad actresses and are just there to be pretty???

[harocat]

'women are ruining Cdramas, and that's why people prefer BL shows and bromance shows' is not the take you think it is.

[vamptastic]

yknow i was a big derek hater when i was watching grey's anatomy in random order whenever my sister had it on but now that i'm watching it sequentially he's grown on me. i can forgive his conventionally attractive face due to how much is wrong with him. he's just kind of a weird and pathetic guy. i appreciate that he's from new york but wants to live in the woods. and that he spends the first two seasons getting divorced. and that he's incredibly borderline unhealthily attached to meredith for seemingly no reason (other than that meredith is awesome. i do like meredith). and that he gets shot survives and then dies by getting hit by a truck. i still hope sloane and owen die though.

[ohbabydollie]

omg so i’m new here but i currently have brainrot for 2 things

1) being a famous celebrity (sortaaaa like the famous streamer one but more famous) where ur like, an actress or model, things like that. and having a semi-public relationship with schlatt where you’ll be spotted holding hands on occasion, or on a red carpet but not really publicly discussing your relationship (even though everyone knows you’re together), and everyone is either super happy and ships the ever loving shit out of you, or they clown on you a bit and make “who’s punching up” videos and odd comments, and just not giving a fuck and being happy together but kinda wanting to be viewed like any other couple and not just another famous couple to be analyzed. (also similar to mutual break up but you don’t care about hate and stay together)

AND

2) schlatt made a joke about having his cock out in the latest chuckle sandwich episode and….. giving him head under his desk when he films….. for some things, like recordings where he’s not showing his face, it’s easy, but when he has his face out, it’s a bit more challenging. he has to restrain the urge to watch you and moan SOOO bad…. that’s all.

LMAO NONNIE THE FIRST ONE, I HAD TOO

okay, let’s say you’re a celebrity that is agreed by men, women, etc. to be absolutely stunning

so many people that love you, call you their wife, etc.

you are an absolute style icon, wearing pieces made for you to exclusive red carpet events

even people who hate you have to agree you’ve got a great style in clothes and makeup and yes, you’re iconic, at least a little

then somehow you make your way to the youtube community

people assume from you being so open and sweet and social is how you find yourself starring in a project directed by Ted Nivison

you’re so excited for it, interacting with other creators, etc.

Jschlatt knows of you, but thinks you’re probably like all those LA stuck up influencers that managed to make enough connections to get what you wanted

but when he has his first interaction with you on twitter??

he’s taking the chance to flirt with you publicly

in any way shape or form

and is so public about his crush on you to the point everyone is convinced he runs a stan account for you

you both do get closer behind the scenes but don’t tell much people about it

especially considering his jokes that people love taking seriously and out of context

you both are pretty secretive about it, super down low about it until the day he decides to pay for your nails

a small j is on the underside of your ring finger as to not show it off too much

it can’t even be seen unless it’s up close

then someone points it out on twitter in a selfie

you say it was dirt, but they know what they saw

then the paparazzi comes in and takes a photo that goes viral of you in sweats and a suspiciously familiar wilson hoodie

you say it a coincidence over and over again but the evidence is undeniable when you post multiple selfies in familiar hoodies that look just a little too large for you

small scratches and bite marks on your arms but you never mentioned getting a cat

then you appear in a chuckle sandwich interview

but the vibe is different in that video compared to the rest with guests

schlatt is polite??? and listening to you??

he looks at you with so much affection

yeah, your team does damage control and quickly

claiming that you’re currently single and focused on your career

then you fuck up on your own

a misclick on a story made for your close friends of you kissing your boyfriend’s cheek as he has the biggest smile ever plastered on his face

oh well, too late to deny anymore

so you don’t say anything until your next red carpet event where he’s essentially your accessory

like arm candy and dressed to match you

then everyone definitely knows

and let me tell you, some stans are sobbing

lots of “i waited 3 1/2 years, white man did it in one week” from fans and other celebrities

punching the air too

lots of crying and audios after they realize you’re dating him fr fr and not them

people definitely make memes out of it

goddess s/o and bf they probably found digging around in the trash and probably has rabies

yk that one meme of shining armor and princess cadence?

yeah, that + other attractive partner and their silly bf

so so so many of those “do you think we’re…in another universe?” slides

they clip any time he talks about you and use it for edits

editing characters you play with c! schlatt (it’s giving jack frost x elsa)

they love the two of you and seriously cannot get enough

but they really are punching the air when he marries you and when he gets you pregnant (if applicable)

[hwayangyeon]

NSFW ex bf actor heeseung x actress reader // you meet heeseung during met gala and he fucks you in the bathroom // a lot of teasing, mirror sex, bathroom sex, public sex kinda // 1.3k words

pt.2 here!! & pt.3 here!!

you sat at the beautifully decorated table, next to other beautifully decorated tables. more and more people started entering the hall and taking their seats. thankfully the chairs at your table were still empty, it gives you some time to check the nameplates and, if you come across an unknown surname, look up the person's instagram profile.

you looked to your right, the small paper read "rina sawayama". great, you like her music. it might be like last year when you were the only actress at your table.

you looked to your left, moved the card to see its front, and– "FUCK!" you exclaimed, probably too loud which granted you a few glances from other celebrities.

fucking lee heeseung will be fucking sitting next to you. who assigned those fucking tables?

actors are all sorts of people - rude, kind, bossy, hardworking, or totally insufferable to work with. heeseung was the last type.

the thing is, he wasn't a bad actor. if he was, your paths wouldn't cross so often. it was his attitude, his cockiness that angered you so much. there was this one movie you both starred in where you had to kiss, and he kept making up excuses to reshoot the scene because he knew how much you hate kissing him, given your dating history from high school.

"happy to see me?" you heard a whisper in your ear. it didn't shock you, you knew that voice too well. you would be lying if you said it didn't send a shiver down your spine, though.

"wish i didn't have to," you took a sip of wine from your glass, "this is your doing, am i right?"

"oh, don't think so lowly of me."

"this isn't the lowest i have thought of you." you turned back to him and gave him a proper look.

his shirt perfectly ironed, broad shoulders emphasized by the navy blue suit. the color of his lips perfectly matched with the strawberry you just ate while waiting for the main dish. the dangly earrings you liked so much. not on him, you just like this type of jewelry. even his hair was flawless, his stylists must have spent a good hour on him.

after every seat at your table was taken, the gala had rightfully started. surprisingly heeseung was behaving himself, talking with other guests, not really paying attention to you. it was your behavior that was questionable.

because of your tight dress, your knees kept drifting to the left, occasionally touching heeseung's leg, after which he proceeded to brush your thigh with his thumb, saying "excuse me," as if he bumped into you. whenever that happened you jumped back to sitting straight, but then your legs started moving to the other side, and you didn't want to bother the woman on your right, so you just excused yourself from the table and went to the bathroom.

because of the banquet just starting, the toilet room was empty. you stood in front of the mirror, wanting to reapply your lipstick when it struck you that you had left your purse on your seat, "fuck."

"forgot this?" you heard the annoying voice. you didn't even notice him following you here.

"it's a women's bathroom, heeseung."

"it's not."

you looked around only to see a display of luxurious men's fragrances for guests to try, "shit."

you wanted to walk past him and leave the room, but he was blocking the door.

"you look so beautiful today, i can't keep my eyes off of you." you knew that tone, he was playing.

"move."

"ah, isn't it just like in moonlight?" he pretended to have a conversation with you, "the bathroom scene, do you remember?" he looked down at you and smirked.

oh you wish you didn't. it was the first sex scene you've ever filmed. of course you weren't having actual intercourse, but it was pretty intimate. you remembered it too well, him delicately touching your skin to make sure you're comfortable, breathing into your lips, looking at you with so much desire.

his face started moving closer to you, calmly, so you could back away if you wanted to, but you couldn't force yourself to.

your lips met his and, shit, they not only look good together on camera but feel amazing too, as if they were carved specifically for each other. it was like two magnets finally connecting. it was a matter of seconds for heeseung to have you bent over the counter.

he moved your dress up carefully, slowly so you can have all the time you want to regret your decision. oh you hated how easily he could read your mind, "hurry up," you rushed him.

"are you this needy for me?" he pushed onto you harder and you could feel the bulge in his pants.

"i don't want anyone to walk in."

"why? it wouldn't be the first time when people see you like this for me," he said, still referencing the movie.

honestly, you wanted to turn around and slap him on the face, which he expected and so firmly grabbed your hips, unabling you to move. then he unzipped his pants and swiftly put his dick inside you, not wasting any more seconds.

without a doubt your body still knew his, he entered you so easily only for you to clench on him immediately after, causing a gasp even from him.

you both looked at each other in the mirror, a smirk appearing on his face once he saw how hard you were trying to keep your lips pressed together.

he was thrusting into you deeply, not leaving any space between you and the sink. his warm body pressing onto you from behind and you rubbing on the stone-cold porcelain from the front really fucked you up. it was difficult for you to hold yourself up, which heeseung noticed and helped you by grabing your neck and pulling you back, closer to him.

a strap holding your dress fell off your shoulder, exposing your right breast. you wanted to bring it back, but he stopped your hand, "i want to watch."

it drove you mad how he kept whispering into your ear, how you melted because of it, how he perfectly caressed your spot, how hot you were getting, how you wanted him to watch.

"why is it that you always come back to me?" he looked your reflection in the eyes while kissing the side of your neck.

"not to you," you paused because of the moan escaping your lips, "to this."

"to this?" he moved his hand up to your jaw, his fingers brushing over your lips, oh you had to tighten your legs together, "i know you want me to put my fingers into your mouth. it always made you cum."

it was so hard to not break eye contact with him because of the filth he said to you, but you were already so red on your face, tears slowly had started to build up in your eyes, you couldn't give him more satisfaction. he can't know how good he's making you feel, even though it's not difficult to tell from the wet sounds you're making.

"come for me. i want to know that you're still mine," the more he talks the closer you feel to your release, but you can't give up so easily. not that you want him to fuck you longer, you just don't want him to think that you're so easy for him.

but you are. no matter how hard you tried to stop your orgasm, it came. you coated his dick with your sweet, glistening liquid. a single tear ran down your cheek, finishing the scene.

"you did so well, baby." he kissed your exposed back.

"don't call me that," you moved his hands away from you.

pt. 2 here!! pt.3 here!!

after hotel.

[stebeans]

Arcane F1AU

Warning: explicit sex, g!p caitlyn [has a penis]

The supermodel "lip lock" that is alluded to in Part 1 that had the blonde award-winning actress all jealous and riled up. So pretty much filth - pt 2, make sure you check out pt 1 - link below

This is also a psa that Caitlyn Kiramman, heir to the Kiramman House, '25 world driver champion, is THE ultimate dork to ever dork in Runeterra. And she still gets the girl(s).

She's a Lady Killer - Part 2

The Supermodel - Three months ago

Coming off the Noxus race weekend of the '25 season, a podium finish (first place to be exact) and therefore securing the driver's world champion, Caitlyn was feeling high, her heart thumping and energy just bubbling underneath her skin at all the adrenaline that had yet to wear off.

Her and the team of joyous Hextech Petronas found themselves in a recently opened club in Noxus to celebrate the win and the driver. She had been pulled unwillingly to the dance floor by Jayce but as soon as an old school number blared out of the speakers the two caught each other's eye and without a single word they began the first few steps of a choreographed dance routine they had created in their much younger years. They immediately garnered the attention of almost every occupant in the club, whoops of encouragement and amused chuckles filling the club.

Mel, shook her head, lips turning up with mirth as she lifted a glass of red wine at their theatrical dance moves. Only those two would be able to pull off a dorky dance routine from the early 2000's and make it look somewhat decent and not only that, their infectious dance had kickstarted some sort of dance off. She silently hoped the camera crew caught that on tape. Sure the young Kiramman's pride might take a hit when she's a little more sober and less high on adrenaline but Mel was willing to pay a pretty penny for that film. She wouldn't be the shrewd business woman that she was today if she didn't have some sort of...incentive hidden up her sleeves.

The two goobers on the dance floor twirled, twisted and robot-ed themselves on the dance floor, their laughter mixing in the music that filled the club. A mistimed move had Jayce nearly face planting and Caitlyn laughed. "You're mixing up the moves!"

"Nu-uh!" Jayce recovered as smooth as one can after finishing of an entire bottle of champagne. "You're the one off-beat!"

Blue eyes immediately narrowed as Caitlyn let out a scoff, affronted by the accusation. Jayce nearly died from laughter at her look. Caitlyn who looked downright pissed for criticizing her dance moves from decades ago than when the race stewards had bestowed her with a 10-place grid penalty prior to the race. It was only due to Caitlyn's sheer grit and determination that they had managed the win, the driver weaving and cutting through the mid-field to somehow claw her way to P1 like some unhinged mongoose. "Oh god!" Jayce guffawed, wiping away tears from his eyes. "Your face right now. If looks could kill."

Rolling her eyes, Caitlyn playfully slapped Jayce on the chest with the back of her hand. "Shut up." She said half-heartedly, a grin fighting to make its way across her features.

The song winded down and the crowd hollered and broke out into an applause at their impromptu dance routine. Jayce and Caitlyn blushed, both raising a hand in acknowledgment as they realized the scene they had caused. "Not bad Kiramman. Can't believe you still remember the routine. How did we even come up with those moves?"

Caitlyn shook her head, letting out a soft chuckle. "I was eight, what's your excuse?'

The two caught each other's eyes once more and they broke into another round of laughter. "Touché."

The DJ spun the record and smoothly transitioned into the next song, a sensual voice from one of the latest hot hits took over the speakers.

"Impressive moves." A tall dark skinned woman commented, a couple equally beautiful women trailing close behind her. "Mind if we cut in?" She asked Jayce but the woman barely waited for an answer before settling her arms around Caitlyn's neck. Brows shot nearly to her hairline as Caitlyn caught Jayce's mirroring look from over the woman's shoulder. Amused, Jayce gestured towards Caitlyn with a flourish. "She's all yours ladies."

Shaking his head the whole way back, Jayce weaved his way around bodies towards the table claimed by the Hextech Petronas team. "Damn," he sulked, as he dropped into the booth next to Mel. "I don't know how she does that."

Mel lifted a perfectly shaped brow and Jayce jerked his head towards Caitlyn and to both of their amusement the world champion was now being grinded on by the trio of women as the music picked up. "Were we dancing the same dance?" He asked incredulously and Mel couldn't help but huff out a laugh, patting Jayce's forearm reassuringly.

"I don't think it was just the dance that caught their eye, dear."

One of the pit crew member refilled a handful of glasses and passed one over to Jayce. "Which one of those women do you think Caitlyn's taking home with her tonight?"

"What makes you think it'll just be the one?" Another chimed in.

Jayce wrinkled his nose. That was like...his little sister they were wagering about. "That one pressed right against the front of her seems to be the winner." One of the guys commented.

"No, I don't quite think so." Mel said, her eyes trailing to a woman seated at the bar who Mel had noted had been locked in the second Caitlyn had joined the dance floor. "I think we may have a new challenger."

Thankfully, Mel had clocked the film crew packing up and leaving the establishment just moments after the impromptu dance routine ended, delightfully satisfied with what they were able to capture on camera for the night. While Mel was sure many viewers were going to be surprised about the dorky side of the famed Caitlyn Kiramman, she wasn't so sure their hearts would be ready when things got down and dirty.

Jayce followed Mel's line of sight, jaw dropping open as he recognized the woman almost immediately, seeing as she was on the cover of almost every damn magazine in all of Runeterra. "Damn, isn't that–"

The entire table fell into silence, now too invested and entertained to politely turn away. They needed to see how the scene would play out for their star driver.

Back on the dance floor, surprised yet pleased by the sudden turn of events, Caitlyn had quickly settled her hands on the flared hips of the dark skinned woman in front of her, hips moving along with the beat, quickly falling into rhythm with the women around her. She felt curious hands on her waist as well, slipping underneath the hem of her dress shirt to press against warm, smooth skin, while a pair of firm breasts pressed against the side of her arm, the third woman and the last of the trio was certainly not to be outdone.

They danced and grinded along one another until the song ended. Adrenaline still thrumming in her veins from the race win and being declared, excuse her French, the fucking world champion driver for '24 season, there really was only one way the night was going to end. Caitlyn was about to lean forward and ask if they had any plans for the rest of the night, when she felt the woman in front of her stiffen, taking a small step backwards, the other two following suit right after.

Caitlyn was rightfully confused until an alluring voice cut through the music. "Any chance you have room on your dance card for me?" Twisting to face the newcomer, Caitlyn's eyes widened at the woman before her, recognizing the woman in a heartbeat.

Long wavy red hair gleamed underneath the strobing lights, perfect porcelain white skin that was flawless that even makeup couldn't enhance, bright mischievous green eyes and a sultry grin. The natural beauty paired with the silky short emerald green number and strappy heels, had Caitlyn throat bobbing tightly. She barely registered the women she had been dancing with had made a silent retreat in the face of the stunning supermodel.

"Miss Conners." Caitlyn forced out, swallowing dryly as she attempted to regain her composure, the newcomer certainly didn't need an introduction. Even if one weren't caught up in the exaggerated gossip of celebrity "news", it was pretty much impossible to step foot in any establishment - cafes, bookstores, gas stations, even grocery store aisles - without recognizing the cover page beauty. Hell, Caitlyn swore she had a magazine sitting atop of one of the furnished tables in her hotel room with this woman's face and scantily clad body adorning the cover.

Caitlyn shook herself into motion. Who knew how long she had been staring dumbly. "Of course." Caitlyn held out a hand, which the supermodel accepted with a grin that showed off her cute dimples. Downright sexy and cute. Fuck. Caitlyn was screwed. "Lucky for me, it appears I'm in need of a dance partner."

"I hear congratulations are in order." The woman shouted into Caitlyn's ear in order to be heard over the thumping bass, hips swaying to the music with ease. "Can't say I've ever had the pleasure of meeting a champion driver before."

"I'm honored I can be your first."

"I'm interested to know if the rumors are true or just mere fabrication to fuel inflated egos for you frail motorsport drivers."

Caitlyn brow rose in surprise, a chuckle escaping through her lips, taken aback yet intrigued. "Oh yeah? What might these rumors entail?"

A wandering finger trailed along Caitlyn's jaw scratching softly against her neck before settling lower to where her chest was exposed where the top few buttons of her her shirt was left undone, the warm hand resting comfortably between her breasts.

"Stamina for one. Heard that you drivers train under harsh environment, pushing your bodies to go beyond what is considered humanly possible."

"Very true." Caitlyn attested. "It's a demanding sport that requires demanding training." Her lips turning up in amusement when the supermodel's other hand began roaming across her shoulders, down her arms to grip and squeeze tight biceps before inching lower to perch against her toned abs that could be felt even with her shirt on.

"It appears the rumors of drivers being in top shape is also true." The model remarked, eyes glinting at the way Caitlyn's muscles clenched underneath her gentle touch. "And how about reaction time? Split second decisions that could literally lead to life or death – very daring. How would you grade your reaction time, Miss Kiramman?"

Barely suppressing the growl in her throat, Caitlyn pulled the supermodel flush against her, where she was certain the model could feel her hardness twitch within the confines of her pants. "I don't know. You tell me." She punctuated with a slight thrust, feeling her fully hardened member pulse against the thin silken dress.

Green eyes darkened with lust, pupils dilated with need matching what Caitlyn surmised was reflected in her own. The thrumming of adrenaline very much pumping through her veins from her race win and now clouded with sinful lust.

"Even better yet. Why don't I show you what it takes to be a champion driver? Give you a hands on demonstration?" Caitlyn, murmured with another forceful push against the supermodel, watching the woman's eyes flutter at the movements, pressing herself closer so that Caitlyn's bulge rubbed against the perfect spot.

"Is that a promise Champ?" The supermodel eyes twinkled underneath the lights, before planting a kiss filled with desire and playfulness, both ignorant to the flash of an amateur paparazzo.

Unbeknownst to them, the grainy, far too zoomed-in picture would headline many gossip rags for the next month.

Later that night - The Hotel

Sweat rolled down her forehead, her collarbones glistening with slight perspiration as her hips continued to roll deeply into the woman beneath her. A low sensual moan escaped the redhead's perfectly plump lips as she was filled fully and thoroughly, reinvigorating Caitlyn as she pumped roughly until a scream of pleasure was ripped from the woman's throat. "Fuuuuuuck, yessssss! Harder baby. Harder. You're fucking me so damn good."

Caitlyn leaned over the smooth pale skin, gathering a handful of the luscious red locks and twisting it just hard enough to draw out a pleased whimper. Nipping at the back of the model's neck, Caitlyn pressed harder and deeper into the woman, feeling warm, wet walls flutter against her hardness. "One more. Give me one more." Caitlyn demanded, the quivering of the woman's cunt increasing in frequency and intensity that Caitlyn couldn't help but choke out a moan at the sudden tightness.

Angling her hips, she felt the model squeeze even tighter around her as the new angle had Caitlyn pounding insistently against the soft spongy spot within the model's molten hot pussy. "Shit. I'm cum-. Ah fuck I'm cumming!" The model screamed out, a flood of fluids rushing out and nearly pushing Caitlyn out from within her depths.

Caitlyn groaned, the rhythmic pulsing and wetness of the model's orgasm had forcefully pulled Caitlyn closer to the edge. Ignoring the tightening of the model's pussy, Caitlyn pushed through the stubborn walls, her hefty girth and length slicing through the woman's cunt like hot butter. She pulled out on a tide of wetness and in the far reaches of Caitlyn's sex induced mind she vaguely realized she was making the supermodel beneath her fucking squirt. Fuck she needed to do that again.

Pushing back in, Caitlyn felt the head of her cock push up against the model's cervix – end of the line – before slowly retracting, the blunt head of her cock catching against the women's g-spot on the way out before another rush of fluids rushed out against her. "CAITLYN!" The model screamed out, hoarse now from hours from the absolute record-breaking fucking she's ever had, an unsuspecting orgasm just after the heights of the last one had her eyes rolling to the back of her head and toes curling as pleasure washed over for what had to be the seventh time that night.

"Shit!" Caitlyn cursed, feeling her balls tighten quicker than anticipated.

Luckily, the powerful pressure behind the model's squirting had forced Caitlyn's cock outside of the redhead's cunt and Caitlyn quickly directed her cock over the smooth expanse of the model's back as she emptied a thick massive load of cum onto the woman. Unfortunately they had ran out of condoms a couple rounds ago but neither wanted to stop for the night. "Fuck you're perfect." Caitlyn huffed, gasping for breath through the blood thundering behind her ears, her cock twitching every now and than as she emptied everything she had.

A moment passed as the two caught their breath, the woman beneath Caitlyn was completely wrecked and boneless. Caitlyn hadn't even realized when the model had collapsed from her doggy style position, instead just lying prone as Caitlyn rutted into her like a mindless beast. Must've happened between the fifth or sixth orgasm she had pulled from the model.

Reaching over to the hand towel draped carelessly on the night stand, Caitlyn began wiping her mess from the model's back. "Are you okay?" Caitlyn murmured, pressing a soft kiss onto the woman's shoulder. "It was a little intense there at the end."

The model laughed lightly. "Just the end?" She quipped before turning over onto her back and wrapping her arms around Caitlyn's neck to pull the driver into a deep kiss, ignoring the distant soreness throbbing between her legs from the marathon fucking. Yeah, she was definitely going to be walking funny for at least a week.

Caitlyn grinned into the kiss, opening her mouth slightly and feeling the redhead immediately lick into her mouth with vigor.

They made out for a moment longer before the need for air forced them to separate. "You're insatiable." Caitlyn said, settling onto her hunches, feeling her slowly softening member twitch in anticipation.

"That's my line."

Hungry blue eyes roamed the expanse of the woman below. From the heaving of her chest, perfect firm breasts rising and falling with each breath, toned stomach and the neatly trimmed triangle of red curls, and as her eyes travelled lower Caitlyn failed to suppress her groan. The model's pussy looked truly and absolutely used. Red and puffy from Caitlyn's rough fucking and delightfully glistening from the woman's earlier orgasms. Her hole gaped wide and clenched, now that it was no longer filled. Honestly, the sight before her was made of dreams.

Subconsciously, Caitlyn reached out with her fingers, gently prodding and gathering the slickness around the model's folds, watching as the model's pussy squeeze in response as she played with her clit before slipping her wet digits back into heat. "Seriously?" The model admonished, taken aback by the woman's stamina and insatiable appetite despite her earlier teasing.

"Once more." Caitlyn promised, taking hold of her already hardened cock, long and wonderfully girthy.

"Now where did I hear that before?" The model teased but found herself spreading her legs regardless, slick flowing easily from her pussy, dripping down to join the mess beneath her from their last handful of rounds.

Caitlyn looked up from where she was eyeing her warmth, blue mischievous eyes meeting the model's. "If I'm not mistaken. I had promised earlier to show you what being a world champion driver entailed." Caitlyn grinned, lining up the head of her cock against the model's opening before pushing forward in one smooth motion until she was seated deeply, eliciting a pleasured whine. "And I repeat, I'm honored to be your first."

Previously:

She's a Lady Killer - Part 1 (The actress)

https://www.tumblr.com/stebeans/770640335450849280/arcane-f1au?source=share

F1AU (Vi's pov) - there's racing, some crashes and a fight

https://www.tumblr.com/stebeans/770896681209397248/arcane-f1au?source=share

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

best game in the league

nico hischier x actress!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of drugs, not proofread

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ynofficial: hot girl shit w/ jimmy fallon tonight

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fan1: slay bestie

fan2: you literally never miss

charles_leclerc: ferrari admin thanks you for repping

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fan3: charles?

fan4: i always forget they're friends

madelyncline: u make me question things about myself

ynofficial: i mean, if you ever need help with that...

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enews: Days after announcing she's officially off the market, Daisy Jones and the Six's y/n l/n and Glass Onion's Madelyn Cline spotted leaving the New Jersey Devil's NHL game tonight. The two have a history of flirting on Instagram and many years of friendship under their belts - could Madelyn be Y/N's beau?

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fan5: pretty sure madelyn has a bf?

fan6: y/n swings both ways but madelyn does not unfortunately

fan7: does enews not know what friendship is?

fan8: they always go to hockey games together lmao it's nothing new

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ynofficial: 13

and no, enews, madelyn is not my gf (she's my wife)

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enews: interesting

njdevils: blasting red rn because of you

ynofficial: taylor's version?

njdevils: only ever taylor's version

fan9: i think that women-

madelyncline: ur my good looking girl

fan10: mommies

fan11: i need you to do vogue's 73 questions in your new house

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britishvogue: a sneak peek into y/n's new home as requested...featuring a familiar face in a photo frame

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charles_leclerc: of all pictures ynofficial you have that one?

ynofficial: it was the only one i had where you didn't look like a goblin

fan12: the mat!! the mirror!! charles!!

fan13: they knew each other when they were babies???? I HAD NO IDEA

fan14: probably to avoid dating rumours :/

fan15: not yn out here having a frame photo of charles like a proud mum

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fan16: what if it's charles?

fan17: she said in an interview she still lives in america, and charles lives in monaco

fan18: they're completely platonic

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nicohischier: swipe for a soft launch

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jhughes: NICO??? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING???

trevorzegras: dude you have the best game in the league

fan19: honey we agreed not to tell anyone

fan20: and another one bites the dust

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ynofficial: i might not do crystal meth in the bathroom but i definitely do a hockey captain

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fan21: OH MY GONWJ

fan22: i need to know if she's sober is she sober

madelyncline: absolutely not no

charles_leclerc: LMFAO WAS THIS SUPPOSED TO GO ON YOUR MAIN?????

fan23: icon behaviour

fan24: NICO???? OH

ynofficial: that's what i say too

fan25: fuck ok

jhughes: nicohirschier

nicohirschier: wOw she's hot

jhughes: you're just as wasted aren't you?

nicohischier: yah

fan26: literally how did no one get this???????? all the twitter threads and no one thought the reason she was such a devils fan was because she was dating their captain?????

fan27: GUYS TWITTER CRASHED WTF

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nicohischier: i'm the captain in case you didn't know

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ynofficial: yeah you are

charles_leclerc: oh we knew

nicohischier: oops

ynofficial: wait this means people know i have feelings

nicohischier: feelings? ew

madelyncline: are we in fifth grade or something?

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ynofficial: i'm a wag now, and as a wag i'm going to create a little (emphasis on little) list of things i've learnt over the last 2 years: if he bleeds he's not going to die, he might just need extra cuddles for a few days; fighting is BAD, it is definitely not something to encourage *wink*; nico will feel physically ill if he doesn't have a glass of orange juice each morning; roadies suck but the sex is phenomenal; jack is like our pet dog - feed him, give him shelter and love him unconditionally

also, i'm now gonna log off social media for a while because this is all the simping i'm comfortable with this month sorry

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nicohischier: am i a wag too?

ynofficial: omg you ARE

nicohischier: oh my god i love the wag lifestyle

_quinnhughes: i'm gonna frame that analogy of jack

ynofficial: i can send you a print i already did it

jhughes: rude

charles_leclerc: from one red guy to the other, can i be best man?

ynofficial: you can be my man of honour, madelyn's would be my maid

madelyncline: when is the wedding

fan28: WEDDING? WTF

fan29: i love how yn went from completely avoiding all questions about a romantic relationship and now she's hibernating because she's been figured out

[wolfsrahne28]

HBO’s The Penguin hates women unless they’re conventionally attractive. Prove me wrong.

Oh, you don’t believe me? Well here’s Sofia Falcone and Carla Viti in the comics, and there’s the actresses the show is using. (No hate to the actors btw, I’m just making a point.)

Sofia Falcone in the comics. Big. She’s tall. Beefy. Has big, red hair, and has a Roman nose.

Sofia Falcone in the show is played by a skinny, conventionally attractive woman. She’s shorter, and has a straight nose.

Carla Viti in the comics. Stocky, heavy, round. She is FAT. Fat is not a bad word or a bad thing.

And… here’s who they hired. Notice something off? You’re right, she’s skinny and “prettier” by bs Hollywood standards.

I see so many people talk about how much they love Sofia bc she’s crazy and violent, and apparently breaking gender stereotypes while doing it. And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with conventionally attractive female characters being violent and evil and playing roles more reserved for male characters. But the fact that apparently the show has a problem with women doing that and being an important character UNLESS they’re “pretty” is very telling.

So yeah, as if I needed more reasons to stay away from Reevesverse, and I already had so many, it also hates women that aren’t “pretty”. Which is already an issue with most comics, but this is somehow doing WORSE than comics in that regard.

And the worst part? NO ONE GIVES A SHIT. Comic bros rant whenever a white character is made black, and then others jump at defending the race lifts. But when women who are either buff or fat are made skinny, no one cares. Not the comic bros who want 100% accuracy, and not the more progressive fans who should be want more body diversity. But no, everyone is too distracted by the shiny keys of Sofia being violent, crazy, and hot being jangled in front of their face, that they don’t notice this blatant and obvious disrespect of women. This show doesn’t love women or break stereotypes like people think it does. But everyone seems to either not see it because they’re distracted, or they simply don’t care about women that aren’t “hot”. Either way, it’s frustrating seeing everyone falling for this.

I can’t… I just can’t do this shit, my guy.

[canonmisogynyvictimstournament]

PROPAGANDA

KATHERINA MINOLA (THE TAMING OF THE SHREW) (CW: Domestic Abuse)

1.) We had to read this for English my senior year. I got so mad at the way she's treated. She's the titular "shrew" of the play. She has to be married off before her younger sister can get married, because that makes sense.

Then the most dogshit man imaginable comes along, and everybody thinks they're perfect. He literally gaslights her and denies her food and water.

Fuck Petruchio and Katherine Minola deserved better!

2.) Literally the whole play is about how she is so awful that the main guy needs to change her entire personality, which he does as a challenge not because he likes her, and then proceeds to her abuse her for the rest of the play. Yet, he is portrayed as the hero, not a villain and she is shown to have "improved" at the end. People will say, oh it's open to interpretation, it can be played different ways, it's satire, but i don't find abuse funny and there is a distinct lack of commentary in the play to count as satire imo. Taming of the Shrew is a tragedy not a comedy, I will die on this hill. Kate deserves better!

3.) The title isn’t joking, ya’ll. She literally gets broken like a rebellious feral animal and it’s treated as a happy ending.

BARBARARA GORDON (DC COMICS) (CW: Ableism)

1.) Famously fridged in 1988, which was so popular with misogynists it became canon. After almost 2 decades of being one of the only disabled characters, was rebooted to a younger, more fun version of herself whose only history is that she was fridged but not disabled by it.

2.) The Killing Joke is one of the biggest comic examples of a female character getting hurt to motivate male characters. Also tbe way different cannons will trade off who her romantic intrest is out of Batfamily is pretty disturbing ranging from Bruce Wayne in Batman the Animated series universe (ew) to Tim Drake in the Arkham games (ew). Not to mention DC now is not letting her grow out of being Batgirl taking away her legacy of other young female heroes taking up her mantle and her getting to mentor them instead forcing her into a Batgirl cycle of purgatory when she was always better as Oracle (Its a little more complicated in the new Batgirl book but its still not solving the issues in a way that feels meaningful enough to make up the damage).

3.) Was shot as angst value for Bruce and her dad, implied to be sexually assaulted in The Killing Joke with absolutely no respect for her long career as Batgirl. When Alan Moore asked if he could, the editor said "cripple the bitch." She became paralyzed from the waist down. THankfully, an actually good writer picked her up from there and then wrote one of the best stories ever written (Oracle Year One: Born from Hope). Was one of the most iconic disabled characters in comic book history, hell, as Oracle, she was definitely up there as one of the most iconic disabled characters ever as well as a fantastic character, period. There were a few moments where people kept trying to make things out of her disability and had her be shitty to other women for no reason but for the most part, she was awesome. During her time In 2011, Dan Didio and some other misogynistic/ableist comic book writers were responsible for "curing" her disability and forcing her back into Batgirl, despite her having shown absolutely no desire to do so, as part of the New 52. They also made it an editorial mandate that she couldn't have glasses, a cool secret base, and her time as Oracle couldn't be referenced. This was because those writers were nostalgic for the 60s Batman show where Babs was played by an actress they all had the hots for and couldn't accept she'd grown up and moved on. That was bad enough, but over time, she's been increasingly deaged and reduced even further to just Dick Grayson's on and off again girlfriend and a generic girlboss. Batgirl of Burnsides burn in hell.

[pet-a-cactus]

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Me and My Asexuality: an accidental essay at midnight

Sexuality is such a complicated thing. Ugh.

I've told myself I'm bisexual since 18. Spoiler alert, the "sexual" part is non-existent.

The discovery was a wonder of a revelation, and it made me feel... special. A part of me felt like it was the little personality flare I needed to be "cool," and thinking back at it in that way, it was kind of a shitty thing to do. But of course, there was more to it, because it felt just as genuine as fake. I hate pinning things down before I am 110% sure it is correct, I think that was the reason why I hated saying I'm bi just as I loved it. Have I been lying to myself all this time. I felt like telling a lie, but it felt like the truth at the same time, and I was really fucking confused.

I should know, right? If I'm bi or not. But if I'm bi, why do I not see myself enjoying an intimate time with women. Why do I never feel the pull when someone pretty walks into the classroom. why do I not WANT a really hot fictional character or actress in the way of being more than friends. Why do I never think of kissing a girl. Oh, maybe I'm not bi after all. But I don't think I'm straight either. Shut up you're overthinking it you know nothing.

But shit, if I'm straight, why do I never have all those feelings toward guys either? There's something wrong with you. You're just inexperienced. You just haven't found the right person. I guess I can imagine myself kissing a guy or having sex with them, but eh, those guys in my THINKING don't have a face, and I don't want to put any face I know on them. Even someone hot like Tom Hiddleston. Omg I'm so obsessed with him he's so nice to look at oh dear lord he's perfect but also nah. What is wrong with you he's literally the hottest person alive ever.

Yeah, If you haven't figured out what I'm going with, I'm asexual. And this is how I come out, this is the first time I say it out loud to someone outside of myself: shouting into a void and hoping it matters.

But this conclusion took me years to come to. I've been swinging back and forth in these years. On the good days I tell myself I'm just fine being ace, I don't need sex, I don't need nobody. I am fine on my own. And on the bad days I feel so so fucking lonely, so hollow, like I'm missing out on an essential human experience. You can't be ace, pleasure is still pleasure and let's face it, you love it. You're just inexperienced. You just haven't found the right person. I feel so vulnerable and sad and I cry on the floor. (Did it occur to me that both could be true at the same time). I feel so lost all the time, even on the "good days" I feel like I'm just being petty, looking at all the happy couples and going, nah, I'm doing JUST FINE no you're not, and, well.

And then I found comfort in words. Fiction stories, or non-fiction, people writing online, or a good podcast. I've found myself in those media and realized 80% of what's in them fits me really well. Still not 100%, definitely not 110%!!!! Not good enough!! And I think it is cracking the wall in my head little by little, in a good way. I think I can see myself a bit clearer. And found that I don't need a 110% match to be ace. because that's simply not possible. Because every person in this world is unique.

I still have a long way to go, I know. DO YOU ACTUALLY LIKE GIRLS OR NOT!!! But, I also know all good things take time.

On the way to discovering more, this is the first time that I feet confident enough, and the voices in my head died down just enough for me to say, I am asexual.

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[prickly-paprikash]

Don't you just hate it when one of the biggest grifters online decides to like a piece of media you like?

Gatekeeping is wrong. Forcing someone to like something in the specific way I interact and consume a piece of media is wrong. Art is meant to be viewed through a multitude of lenses, and each individual will have their own way of interpreting that creation. And that's good. That's fine. That's human.

But when an Anti-Woke Grifter who thinks alcoholism is a really cool personality trait and decides to brand everything about themselves as that; who has historically engaged and criticized films and shows and games and books in bad faith; who has put down women and POC's and Queer representation in media; who is one of the biggest dicks in the online space decides to actually pay attention to an art that is pretty much dipped, coated, laminated, and injected with fucking GAY, ANTI-PATRIARCHAL ENERGY—that's when I get mad.

For those not in the know, Critical Drinker has posted a review for Blue Eye Samurai, saying he likes it.

You know... Blue Eye Samurai?

The show that oozes Queer Wrath? Feminine Rage? Curb-Stomping Toxic Masculinity and the Patriarchy whenever and wherever it can? That Blue Eye Samurai?

See, he's done this before with Arcane.

He says he likes it. Him and his ilk say that, "Finally, the wokies have done something actually good!" and point to Vi and Jinx as strong female characters written well!

But they also say, dang, feels like all the men in that show are idiots and that they had to be dumbed down to make room for the rainbow-haired girlies brigade. Who have all remarked that Vi and Caitlyn's relationship is forced and being shoved down our throats because god forbid women like women!

I got sick of watching his Arcane review halfway, and this was before I knew what a douche Critical Sucker was.

So I ain't watching his Blue Eye Samurai review. Why?

His Glass Onion review was done in bad faith.

I didn't like She-Hulk, but that's because that show was a byproduct of abused VFX animators, creatively bankrupt executives, and writers desperately trying to manage a convoluted shared universe that continues to buckle under its own weight. Political Stinker over here thinks that it's pandering, stupid, feminist garbage. He is one of the biggest Anti-Feminist voices in Youtube.

Him and his incel brigade have an obsession over hating Captain Marvel and Brie Larson. These basement dwelling cucks rant and rave over a mediocre duology and an actress that just lives in their tiny heads rent-free.

He says that they are removing men from leading roles and roles of great importance!

So why would I want to listen to an inebriated libertarian's opinions on a show that has become the show for lesbians, trans mascs, and other lovely brands of gay and feminism that he oh so despises? He'll most likely praise the action and violence and shit like that, then probably say that Mizu and Taigen's homoerotic rivalry isn't gay actually. Or that Mizu and Akemi's narrative foils don't scream enemies-to-sapphics. Or that Mizu, WHO'S NAME MEANS WATER AND HER ENTIRE CHARACTER REVOLVES AROUND FLUIDITY ISN'T IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM FLUID IN HER GENDER AND SEXUALITY.

Fuck. I'm sorry. I don't even care if he doesn't say that. He's made so many disgusting, disparaging remarks about any piece of media that shows an inkling of progressive themes that what else am I supposed to expect?

If anyone watches it and sees this, lemme know. Watching an Anti-Woke bullshit video with just myself is just straight up wading through the desert without proper protection. No thanks.

Anyway watch Blue Eye Samurai again. Because I know you watched it. Watch it again. And again. And when you're done, watch Arcane. Watch She-Ra. Watch Dragon Prince. Castlevania. Watch anything "woke". Consume trans-positive shows. Make all the haters and even the ones who like it but have no ounce of media literacy irrelevant. Let them dry out and die, please.

[disabled-dean]

Oh my goodness your story is killing me. Thanking you on every platform. ❤️🙏🏻🕯️. It's so beautiful! This latest chapter!! 🥹

As a long time Mary devotee who loves her just the way she is on the show, I cannot believe you have totally sold me your vision of young Mary. You're right! It would have been nuts. Like, I see why they did what they did with Sam Smith, and I love her, but...I am picking up what you're putting down, too.

It's so cool to see from another angle so clearly.

Btw, my SPN blog is @wellofdean . Pretty sure this message is coming from my main, extremely ancient main blog.

Hi bestie!! Thank you so much <3 It's been very special to hear everyone's feedback on the story. I truly appreciate it.

I am also a Sam Smith fan! Honestly, when I started out wanting to re-cut some of the iconic Mary scenes, I tried to find stills of Sam Smith at 29(ish), but those roles for her were either pre or early days internet, or very dated.

Eventually I looked up Amy Gumenick (young Mary actress) on a whim and found out that if they had brought her back in later seasons, she would have been right around the actual age that Mary is supposed to be.

It's tricky because I also think they fully could have brought in Sam Smith and just written her character better! But she so obviously is not written as a 29 year old, apart from a couple throw away lines about the age differences.

And it's a ridiculous ask to expect anyone to work against such deeply entrenched social bias (misogyny, ageism) if the fucking script is just. Empty.

Mary's storyline is honestly so insane and very complex and it kills me that people hold her to such a weird standard of like........ perfect yet judgmental motherhood. I think it pulls back an ugly layer of how we view women (and mothers) in their 50's and what we expect or demand from them.

And I think it's just bad writing! Like I've said, Dean's internal life is also so much richer to me if the enormity of his feelings are undercut by how impossible they are.

Truly I could go on about this for a million years.

Really love hearing how it resonates with other people! I think it's easy to get stuck on the opinions in the fandom that feel so loud and harshly critical, and it's a joy to remember that many people are interested in loudly celebrating stuff that feels good and positive too!

So glad you are liking the story, thank you for the ask <3

[edennill-archived]

RoP S2E1 reactions:

Why is Sauron already pretty? What does he even need that for with orcs? I doubt he's that interested in good looks when he's not trying to trick elves or men.

Okay... that speech is ridiculous; what is he even trying to convince the orcs of? Although I guess they did serve morgoth under duress so maybe he does need to gain either their confidence or fear.

The speech makes a poor impression overall. Neither intimidating nor frightening, makes a B-movie impression.

"Many of you will die" xd

Sauron combing his hair back though lollll

Why, oh why is Sauron kneeling!!!?? This is not an European monarchy. That orc is no one to him.

I will admit that the setting of this conversation in the Forodwaith is logical. Figures the remnants of Morgoth's armies might be lying low in the North.

Ides of March!

Oopsie. Now he desintegrated.

What would Sauron even need to have blood for?

"What's that" "Probably the Watcher in the Water (wrong but nvm)" "Phew I thought it was a spider" "I'd prefer a spider" "Maybe you're right"

"I've done evil." Oh wow. Genius, are you.

You wouldn't be that understanding if you knew it was Sauron lol.

Chosing good /s

Lil bro: Did they just gallop all the way from Eregion??

Not-gil-galad my beloathed

"archhhh" lol :/

"Last leaf will fall" bullshit

Poor attempt of paralleling Elwing imo, but kudos for trying .

Sauron caught by orcs? Ridiculous, but good riddance at least.

Are you Moses or something

"There is some evil upon this land that fools our path." Or you're just bad at finding one. "Panic is the fools meal..." (Who just brought up some mysterious evil? The full quote is ridiculous btw.)

You don't have to eat — ah, okay. The wolf trick is smart enough.

Cirdan isn't half-bad. For once.

"You do your father proud" 🥲

Eeesh the wandering song was integrated into the plot so clumsily...

Nori has a good actress but I hate the Harfoot plotline.

Don't bastardise the words of Galadriel's song :(((

The elves have neat clothes though. Except the strange veiled women.

WHY is the tree glowing??? I don't think I have to explain why this is so weird in this context.

Phew, it stopped.

Is Mirdania even a plausible female elvish name? Seems like Mirdan with a weird ending.

[mabelstone]

Could you write about matt comforting reader after a fight or just generally after something horrible happens to the reader

ask and you shall receive, my dear <3

also i forgot to capitalise bc i was on my phone and i’m lazy so sorry for that

Make Up

you felt your boyfriends gaze burning through you across the couch where you sat, arms folded, pretending to be interested in whatever shit was on the tv.

he sighed dramatically, standing up and repositioning himself next to you. “i’m sorry, okay?” he pouted, wrapping his arm around you. you didn’t budge, eyes still glued to the tv, lips pursed together. “don’t be like that, darling.”

you’d just gotten back from an awards show after party, and you weren’t happy with him in the slightest. matt wasn’t a fan of PDA, that was fine with you. but he also never stopped women from flirting with him. the most affection you’d get was when he’d occasionally place his hand in the small of your back, but he’d quickly remove it and chat with others.

he obviously didn’t mean it, and you knew he loved you. he was all over you in private and around close friends, but in public, you may as well not even be together.

you still ignored him, slightly pulling away from his touch. your throat got tight and began to burn, tears beginning to prickle at your eyes. “i love you more than anything, you know that.”

that did it. you couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, hands flying up in attempt to stop the tears from flowing.

“hey, hey,” his tone softened even more, pulling you into his chest. “i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean it.”

he could be so mean. you knew he never meant it, sure, but it still hurt. you always knew it’d be hard dating someone so famous, especially when you weren’t. and you knew jealousy was a bad shade on you, but you really couldn’t help it when the hottest actresses were trying to get in his pants.

“i’m sorry, it’s so stupid to cry over this,” you sniffled, pulling away to wipe your nose and blink away the tears. “i’m just scared you’ll leave me for someone else. someone prettier, more successful.”

“stop.” he grabbed your face in both of his hands, making you look him in the eyes. “there is no girl in this whole world prettier than you. and i’m glad you aren’t famous. i’d hate to be fighting other dudes for you. just look at you.”

you laughed, but it came out as more of a snort. he always knew how to pull on your heart strings the right way and still manage to make you laugh.

“see! like that!” he smiled wide, eyes squinting, the gap in his teeth on full display. “if any other guy heard you snort like that you’d be taken from me in a heartbeat!”

“oh shut up,” you rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his arm. you rested your head on his shoulder, sighing before looking up at him through wet lashes. “you promise me she meant nothing?”

“i promise.” he said sincerely, cupping your face before pressing a warm, deep kiss to your lips. he pulled away to reassure, “i love you, Y/N. you’re all that matters to me.” he brushed your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead softly. “i’ve loved you since the day i met you, and i will love you until the day i become a worm farm.”

“okay, okay, you big sap.” you laughed, lifting your head to meet his eye level again. “i love you, too.”

“would it make you feel better if i was more affectionate in public?” he asked, turning your body to face him.

“yeah, but i don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” you shrugged like you didn’t care, though he saw straight through you. that’s really all you wanted. “i just want people to know we’re together.”

from that moment on, at any event, his arm was always around your waist or shoulders, or your arm was interlinked with his.

he boasted to everyone after he proposed to you, eager to show off the pretty ring around your finger any chance he got.

other women didn’t bother him much after that.

[queer-ragnelle]

ok so. i study medieval literature for my degree and i 10000373939201% agree about merlin being a huge sack of shit and just gross and awful. my question is how you feel and navigate retellings where merlin is. like actually a fairly okay character. not morally pure by any means of the imagination but i.e he’s aged down, he’s more of a friend to arthur, he’s a little less of an evil madman. like the T.A Barron novels (don’t quote me on this exactly bc i haven’t read all of them) where he’s actually a semi sympathetic character who doesn’t just terrorise women

Oh I love those!

I highly recommend Mary Stewart’s Arthurian Saga with a Merlin trilogy followed by a Mordred book.

There’s a tv show/movie thing called Merlin of the Crystal Cave (1991) which covers book one and it’s great! Baby Merlin is so sweet and his mother’s casting is perfect. She was fierce and beautiful. I loooove Merlin in The Adventures of Sir Lancelot (1956-1957) he’s very sweet and quirky. Helps Lancelot out, beefs (good natured) with Kay, advises Arthur in ways that actually make sense, honors Guinevere (who has a seat at the Round Table!) and has an affinity for birds. I also love Merlin (1998), his romance with Nimue is beautiful!! They met as teenagers but don’t really get together until they’re middle aged and I just adore them. A very different Merlin, but I like him in Starz Camelot (2011) as well (even though he did follow through helping Uther get to Igraine pretending to be Gorlois and then later sleeps with Igraine. Yikes!). So that’s a morally gray example for you.

Movie-wise and another morally-gray example is Excalibur (1981) which everyone knows is one of my favorite films ever. Merlin helps Uther cross the mists to rape Igraine and then takes baby Arthur away while she’s screaming. In fact I commend Sir John Boorman for portraying it like this, without glossing over it, as many filmmakers turn away from it (which is fine and valid but I respect a creator who can depict these things in a way subtextually sympathetic to the woman). Later, Merlin is silly and wise and often comedic, making quips about Arthur eating Guinevere’s mystery pastries and tripping into the water while Arthur battles Lancelot. When Merlin returns at the end in dreams to Arthur and Kay, it’s touching. Boorman has created an extremely compelling character, capable of both evil deeds and bidding for Uther as well as genuine compassion and affection for Arthur, even extending that to Kay. Another great example is Merlin and the Sword (1985) (where my pfp is from<3) where he’s significantly older than Ninianne (Merlin’s actor was 26 years older than Ninianne’s). She’s brought to court by Pellinore since her own dad is too sick. She and Merlin play with tarot cards and he materializes flowers for her and they make out in the crystal cave. It’s very sweet! But also Ninianne’s actress was 25 years old during filming (in 1981). That’s a grown ass woman. Yeah she’s younger than him but she’s old enough to make her own choices. Hell yeah fuck that old man!

So I don’t think you have to worry too much about tiptoeing around the old wizard or adding caveats like “He’s morally good in this one” to justify liking him or the story. Enjoying Merlin’s character, good, gray, or bad, doesn’t mean we condone his actions in anything he appears in, particularly Medieval literature which is a product of its time. Each story is self contained to its own universe. Merlin is far from my favorite character, and I personally write him pretty shit, but I don’t think any character is irredeemable because they’re not real and cannot achieve redemption at all. That’s a fake guy. He’s a tool in the narrative just like all the others. So if he’s interesting and engaging, that’s all that really matters. The worst thing a character can be isn’t evil, it’s boring.

Hope that explains it well enough. All of these books, tv shows, and movies are available on my blog so you can check them out for yourself! If you do get back to those T. A. Barron novels, you’ll have to let me know what you think! Take care. :^)

[soobrat]

siren

genre for entire series; dating show au, angst, smut, fluff, a touch of humor

genre; a touch of humor

warnings; mc will mention having had plastic surgery, future smut, insecurity, may be triggering for anyone who was ugly in high school or experienced being the "ugly one" in their friend group (I'm writing this to heal my own trauma, and bc I love single's inferno)

preface; this is going to be a very relaxed series with short parts and minimal to no editing. please don't pressure me about new parts for older fics (especially ones I didn't really intend to have a part two anyway) i've just decided that I'll get to them when I do.

siren masterlist

Going last is the best case scenario here. It gives you more time to think.

“Hiii! My name is Ning Yizhuo!” The woman with large round eyes waves both hands excitedly at the camera. You can’t tell if it’s the bright, large screen singing your eyes or her bright aura. She’s a cute type, and you’re pretty sure you’re already fucked. 

“I’m twenty-one years old and I’m a college student! I’m in college, hoping to get my BArch degree soon!” She laughs in an attempt to undercut the genuine fatigue that slipped through. Cute and smart? Shit.

The woman who walks in front of the camera next is the utter opposite of Yizhuo in every way possible. From her blonde hair, her tan skin, to her sultry gaze. 

“I’m Jeon Somi. I uh… I’m twenty-two. And um! I’m a model. I mostly shoot music videos, hip hop is my main genre so some people call me a video vixen.” This time the laugh isn’t to undercut anything, it’s to drive home her tone insinuating how silly that label is. 

“But I do photoshoots sometimes. Mostly editorial and experimental shit. Not your average insta model.” She smirks, cementing her confidence. Confident and Sexy. Not for everyone, it’ll be fine.

“Hi, I’m Roseanne Park.” The Australian accent makes your ear perk up. “I graduated from a performing arts college with a bachelors in music. So now I mainly write and produce for other artists but hopefully I’ll release my own music some day.” She smiles slightly, pursing her lips. “Oh! And I’m twenty-six.” 

She’s eloquent but not too flashy with how she speaks. She screams normal but not in a bad way. In a “girl next door” type of way. Fuck.

What did you expect? That they’d cast mediocre women? In a reality show meant for dating? When has that ever happened?

You exhale sharply, wiping your sweaty palms on your pants. Just get through one more and then do your own. Don’t overthink it. You hear the sound of heels clacking but give yourself another moment to collect yourself as you close your eyes.

Once you open them, you’re faced with that of an angel. Except not an angel, not a doll either because she’s natural. She’s believable. And dammit she’s effortless. Her features fit together perfectly, nothing hogging the spotlight. She turns to the side briefly and you catch a glimpse of her nose. As if she needed anything else, she has a perfect nose too. She’s elegant with a hint of innocence. She’s cute but with a tempting edge. There’s something about her eyes that tell a deeper story that any man lost in them can craft to their liking, pull them in deeper.

“Hi. I’m Jung Chaeyeon. I’m twenty-six and I’m a freelance model and actress.” She gives a captivating smile and walks off camera. Fuck.

Shit.

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[wanderingmind867]

Liberace got to be on Batman, and I actually really liked it. He gave a pretty good performance, even if he was a little bad when he seemed to try and do an accent at one point. To be honest: I understand why he never successfully transitioned into film. He's not as good an actor as some other singers, but he still does a good job with what he's given. Also, I loved his many costumes. Chandel's many extravagant tuxedos are amazing. The fact that Liberace also played twin brothers via green screen effects and stuff was great too.

But the best parts are definitely the deathtrap at the end of part one, and the strange emphasis on Liberace being a romantic idol for women everywhere. Women fawn over him, and he also seduces Aunt Harriet. Even Batman admitted he was attractive! And the deathtrap with Batman and Robin almost being sent through a piano wire machine was really melodramatic and intense. I loved it.

Oh, and finally: Aunt Harriet got to threaten the villian with a gun! She actually figured out the villians plans, and got just as much action as Batman and Robin. Madge Blake was a wonderful actress, and she actually really plays well off of Liberace in their scenes together. So I enjoyed the Chandel episode immensely. Kind of wish the show revisited him. Liberace and Madge Blake really had a shockingly good amount of chemistry. Shame we never see it again...