#or at least outfit/beard spoiler ?

[garmaux-illustration]

Drew an act 3 jayce for good measure :)

[notmoreflippingelves]

Is is just me or is S11 the hottest Flambeau has ever been?

[samme-wunder]

Still thinking about ISAT so I made designs for them for a few years after the game's events. Slight spoilers for ISAT below? Not really tho. Captions: Picture one: Siffrin and Beau's bonding earrings. They shaped them to look like shooting stars and reminiscent of Isa's old earrings. Siffrin has a star-shaped scar under his eyepatch. I don't make the rules! I also gave Siffrin a cape. I imagine Isabeau gets super into fashion and Siffrin becomes his model and muse. Whatever he thinks will look good gets slapped onto Siffrin; their outfits are ALWAYS changing and they adore it. But they won't wear super heavy clothes. Picture two: Isabeau and Bonibelle! Isa is rocking an undercut and started growing out his beard a bit. He, like Mira, incorporates the change symbol into his clothes as he keeps his devotion to the Defenders. Boy is in his fashion designer era though, so many changes to the outfits happen. Bonnie's maxed out the cooking skills! They've gone back home to Petronille and are very active outdoors, always finding new interests. They've gotten into drawing and etymology, and those often come together! And in their pocket, they keep a gift from Siffrin: his silver coin. (It's definitely a joke that it's a symbol of Siffrin's eye and Bonnie gets to keep it.) Picture three: The ISAT girlies! They have the least changed about themselves but it's very symbolic. Odile has always been comfortable with her style, but she's started getting into writing novellas. After their journey, Odile's knee started going so she uses a cane and orthopedic shoes, but it doesn't slow her down much. If anything, it's only made her reach longer. Mirabelle started taking design courses with Isabeau and her Stylish classmate. She loves wearing flow-y dresses, and dressing like Euphrasie. She loves to change her hair and experiment with her hair texture and what she can make it into, but otherwise, Mira's stayed true to herself. And she's out of the dating pool, for sure, but that hasn't stopped her from picking up teaching classes at Dormont's house. (Also, her ears are pierced, but she's stopped wearing them.) Both girls send letters often back and forth for book club. And on the side, for Siffrin, they've been researching into the country North of Vaugarde. Anyway, honestly? I'm just having a lot of fun daydreaming about them and what they're up to. I REQUIRE a second ISAT about Siffrin's country. It'd be Neat (◐‿◑)

[little-whats-her-name]

Giving my thoughts while watching The Dressmaker for the first time, so there will be spoilers

FYI the first piece of media I watched with Kate Winslet in it was not, like most, Titanic (I still haven't watched Titanic) but HBO's The Regime, thus I'm still wrapping my head around seeing Kate play a role that isn't Chancellor Elena Vernham

I don't know what's weirder, hearing Kate Winslet speak with an Aussie accent or watching her smoke. But Lenny, the lung cancer!

Kate even says "hm" like an Aussie, but you can tell who the real ones are

Liam looks identical to Chris

Wouldn't be an Australian film without Shane Jacobson. I swear it must be in the contract for whenever a screenwriter wants to set a film in Australia - must have Shane Jacobson playing a dad or, at the very least, a father-figure. I met him after Rocky Horror in 2018 (he was the narrator). He was very kind, stopped someone from cutting in front of me for autographs

Say what you want about the cop-type guy, he matched his hat and skirt to his uniform top and tie very well

Nearly bit right through my finger in the footy scene, meanwhile my dad could not have cared less about Myrtle's appearance and was pretty much watching the same scene like "mmm footy". No other thoughts in his head at all. So I'm questioning my own thought process

Thought she was nude but the black dress and the decolletage is nice

I don't get how changing her dress made the opposite team get distracted but alright

Pot brownies!

I've seen the Liam Hemsworth stripping scene in every single trailer. I pointed this out to my dad, who replied, "Gotta give people something to look forward to." 🤣

The actor that plays Gertrude's mum would make a great Emily Weiss

Love that Teddy finds out that Myrtle's technically responsible for a boy's death and responds by making out with her

Cracked up laughing at Chancellor Elena Vernham's face and voice saying, "It's Superman!"

"I AM NO LONGER CURSED!"

Oh no, we've got Kate Winslet on a boat, is this intertextual referencing?

She's gonna get Titanic flashbacks, they're on a boat and Teddy's gone

My dad was making dinner and missed this part, so I had to fill him in:

Me (distraught): You were right about the wheat thing!

My dad: What?

Me: Liam's character just suffocated in the wheat!

My dad (having no empathy for Myrtle whatsoever): So, she is cursed.

Like no, dad, don't say that in front of the fragile Kate Winslet character, she's already blaming herself, she doesn't need your confirmation

Kate's got one panicked sobbing voice but it's a good one

Ay there's those hymn number things that were in Reefer Madness (2005), but unlike in Reefer Madness, none of the hymn numbers are 420

Ooh I reckon that extra's in Hairspray (2007). Like the casting directors just call her up whenever they need a background character for a film set in the 1950s-1960s

"10 shillings." "12 shillings." Makes me think of "5 galleons." "I'm your brother!" "Ten galleons."

"At least you've got Una." Extra in front right's reaction is hilarious and perfect. Should've got a raise for that.

Makeup guys did a good job, very realistic exhausted, red-eyes-from-crying look

Kate makes "Thank you, Trudy." sound like "Go fuck yourself, Trudy."

The pot brownies are back!

Had to die right in the middle of the town for the perfect shot

Myrtle being sad and drunk is such a mood, so's her outfit

HAHA I have to gif that scene for Mae

The way she reads the letter 😂 "Winyerp... drama club..."

And I have to gif THIS scene for Mae

"Marigold, this is very wrong!" "Yes... But I'm unstable."

The contrast between the pastel tiles and his dark blood is so pretty

Shane looks so good in Rocco makeup, with his beard and everything

Ah there's the clip that's in the trailer, editors did a good job spoiling the twist ending

"Where are you going, miss?" Home? "Paris." (disappointed voice) Aw

"You never met the rubbish." is a great final line

[gal-palanaeum]

The need for Trust by Elsefaller

Rated Teen, 12,000 words, Vivenna/Khrissalla Khrissalla has just left Scadriel, and is visiting the Palanaeum to research Rosharan history around Surgebinding. She bumps into a familiar awakener who seems to be struggling, and wants to befriend her. She ends up doing so and more.

Oathbringer spoilers below the cut:

Vivenna had been through a difficult week. Sneaking through the Fused defenses surrounding Cultivation’s Perpendicularity had been no small task. Followed immediately by interrogation -and near execution- by the Horneaters  who had caught her in their Ocean. Her survival of both was either pure luck, or one of the Shards had blessed her. More likely it was the Nightwatcher, and she had yet to discover what her curse was. Perhaps her luck would spiral in the other direction soon, though hopefully that wouldn’t happen until she was done in Kharbranth.

She’d managed to find a caravan leaving the peaks and heading in that direction. With a few spheres, she’d been able to join them. However she hadn’t been able to get a spot on a wagon, apparently the Horneaters didn’t treat people with lighter eyes differently. That made sense to her, but was awfully inconvenient, and she had to settle for riding on a chull.

Riding one was a novel experience, she’d only ever seen them pull wagons. Hers was outfitted with a saddle similar to that of a horse, though moved much slower. It reminded her of days in her youth training to sit on horseback and be paraded around Idris.

The crustacean also reminded her of an ongoing argument she’d had with Beard about which animal was more intimidating. At least with horses it was clear when they became upset, and they couldn’t take an arm off.

But Beard was gone now, there would be no resolution to their lighthearted disagreement. She felt guilt churn her stomach like Skyeels fighting.

Vivenna was so busy feeling sorry for herself that she nearly lost the rest of the caravan. She looked around, realizing her chull had wandered off the road. She tugged on the reins and steered the beast back to where the others seemed to have stopped. 

She pulled up beside the Horneater woman who had been in the front, she was climbing down from her wagon and stretching.

“Why are we stopping?” Vivenna asked, the words sounded more commanding than she’d intended them too.

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[bluewren]

WIP Not Wednesday

I got tagged for WIP Wednesday by @melisusthewee, @cleverblackcat, and @nirikeehan. But oh gosh 😂 I dont know who to share this with, I didn't want to share a snippet about Taliesen and Cullen talking in the War room. It just wasn't my vibe.

I got a good chunk of a Final Fantasy XV fic written right now though, but I don't know who would care.😅

Fem!Prompto / Noctis with feeling like she doesn't fit in with her friends and needing to work harder. It's been really bittersweet so far, and lots of things that they couldn't have said years ago and shouldn't be doing now.

Niri, please don't read it, it's extremely spoiler heavy. XD

This uniform had been the one thing that she always kept with her, through multiple moves for extended hunts and whatever the Crownsguard needed her for. Prompto never doubted that Noctis would return one day. However she had not touched the uniform in years, now wondering if it still fits her. At least with all the time she needed to stay moving and barely time to grab a bite, that should be little worry to her. She took the uniform off the hanger and moved them onto her bed to inspect for any scoffs or fraying threads. Biting the corner of her lip while admiring it, from the high frilled collar of the jacket to the cuffs embroidered with the Crownsguard emblem and shaded iron buckles that still reflect back a dramatic shine. It was a stunning outfit, fit to be worn by the king’s retinue. But after all those years, it still doesn’t not feel like it belonged to her. Not to a failed science experiment, that got to Insomnia by too much luck to fit the size of a meteor held up by an Astral. She could never truly be one of the Kingsglaive, the soldiers she always saw training in the courtyard. Then there are the mages, she always admired with their magical light shows of fire, lightning, and ice. The ones she chose to trained with and practiced her arts in service to their king. Like she’s doing now… Prompto sighed one last time, finally reaching for the jumpsuit. She waited way too long, the King’s big day is tomorrow and everything had to be perfect. She stepped into the jumpsuit, letting the leather work itself around her calves.. She felt a nippy breeze when the fabric contoured her thighs, and relaxed the mesh wasn’t just for show. She was pleasantly surprised that the tailors remembered to make the outfit breathable. It began to catch on her bum, not that she didn’t expect it to happen. Jumpsuits were always, a pain to put on. She prepared to pull on the outfit once more, that was when the bedroom door swings open. It was Noctis stepping into their room, choosing to stay in her room for tonight and she happily allowed it. His beard, now freshly tamed. Hair trimmed, and washed of the grease that caked the individual strands after ten years asleep. His aged eyes and angular jaw seem less greasy too, but they were something that had yet set in for Prompto. Noctis’s cheeks turned a slight bit pink when he caught a look at Prompto’s bare nipples and realized what he had interrupted. And she felt that her cheeks did too by the slight heat off her collarbone. “Nice.” He giggled like a high school boy. It somehow made Prompto laugh with him in the same immature way. They stood there for half a minute, before noticing that she was exposed to rest of the garage. “Shut up!” She nudged Noct’s shoulder with her knuckles. “And close the door.” They had seen each other with far less clothes than now, neither minded by the third time they slept in the same tent together. Ignis and Gladio stayed shy the longest, but even they got over her presence. But now, they were both far past the blushing high schoolers that they first knew each other as. This time, there was a comfort between them like the years apart were returning.

I got the idea for this fic, because I thought the mage's outfit was really cute. XD

tagging @maebird-melody | @blarrghe | @demawrites | @morganlefaye79

[ficauthor]

Im watching gravity falls for the first time but i have some knowledge. (ie im reckless and look at tags knowing there is spoilers lol)

I know there are two grunkles both possibly named some variation of stan. One with six fingers and that one fucked a triangle. i also tjink theyre exes? Or like theres a book that says they are. Either way ?

I know theres books and the other stan(?) wrote them? There is... A portal? And it somehow facilitated the situationship betwixt man and angle.

Bearded man also fucked stans twin? the picture i have of stan 2 the squeakwel is just of a messy messy man who has alot to clean up from his ho era.

I also know that things are about to go very very wrong. It hasnt yet cause im only up to fight fighters but like i feel in my bones something more than the 8.5th president is going to occure

anyways I've had thoughts.

One: robbie is fucking hilarious. Hes 15 deeply deeply insecure and beefing with a Twelve yearold. Like you won. You got wendy to say yes to a date theres negative reason to challenge a child to a fight. Hilarious cant wait for him to lay awake at night and cringe at that memory. especially bc dipper giving her a black eye was his wingmanning! Funny dude cant wait to see what happens with his disaster of an ass. (also during the time travel ep i was like damn robbie can suck a little but hes not that bad. Timing was strange but him asking out wendy was kinda sweet. Then fight fighters happened lol. Man is so wrapped up in making a child feel bad he ignored his gf. Terrible give me five more.)

Two: holy shit the wax figure thing mustve been so upsetting for grunkle stan. Like he shrieked upon seeing it! He crawled away backwards. I might be reading to far into that but he seemed scared (?). I love how quick he recovered for mabels sake tho their dynamic is so sweet. Shes a little weird girls and hes like taking her under his wing. the definition of dad who didnt want a pet. I love how they understand each other.

Did he wonder, even for a moment, if it was his dead/missing brother??? Like i have brothers if we still looked alike enough to be twin levels of similar and someone made a statue of me id also scream. Also like his investment in having the "murder" solved feels so weird knowing he has a mysterious disapeared twin. his investment feels heavier. Like hes projecting his grief.

Does watching Mabel and Dipper interact happily make him miss other stan? also how do other family members feel about this diapearance? Clearly bad since they never told dipper and mabel. But them being the grunkles implies they have at least on more sibling. Howd they feel about the disappearance?

I cant wait to get more details on those two. i feel like their relationship has to be all levels of fucked for him to never mention having a twin. Like no matter how mad i was with my bros id fucken mention them at least once even by accident to their nibblings.

Three: i like how often mabels outfit changes i love her silly themed sweaters and fun earrings. The cross fingers gag on the back of her sweater after lying to her grunkle stan made me laugh. Shes so weird and fun and loud and i love her. Dispite now being a guy i see myself in weird little girl characters. Like yeah i too would've glued a hot glue gun tomyself and wore chips as earrings. I too would have lost my mind over losing my pig. delightful i adore her randomness.

Four: dipper is equally relatable but in a way that makes me scream lol. His anxietys are so familiar to me hope he sees someone for that. And that book cannot be helping. The author was clearly paranoid and while dipper wrote that he trusts mabel i worry that he wont always.

I dont have a five but i might reblog in a few eps and rambke further

[teenandbeyond]

(SPOILERS FOR THE DBZ SUPER HERO MOVIE) I left some space if you haven't seen the movie, if you have, don't mind this extra space:

Hey! Idk is this is been done (you can combine requests if need be) could you do a Gohan x Baby Reader (just like your other ones) where it's Halloween and Gohan accidentally releases his beast form, but the appearance of the beast form scares his sweet pea (the reader)? Idm I just thought I'd be adorable

Gohan x Baby. Reader [Halloween Special]

I wasn't planning on doing any Halloween one-shots, but oh well xD

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

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Cookies and Beasts (DBS)

Warning: Fluff, You making Vegeta soft

Halloween is strange...

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“Hey, you, calm down,” Gohan chuckled, tickling at your side.

At the moment, you were looking at his friends in confusion.

Piccolo and 18 were the only ones who looked normal.

The one your papa addresses as Krillin had painted his face and wore a weird outfit.

Auntie Bulma (she insists to be called) had wild hair and an even wilder outfit, her eyes were different colors, too.

Uncle Vegeta (Bulma insisted simply to annoy him) was forced to wear a beard, hat, and a dress-like thing. Papa said he was a wizard, whatever that was. Vegeta would hit people randomly with a big stick he carried.

Then Trunks and uncle Goten had strange teeth and even stranger clothes.

All the confusion caused your power-level to spike.

“Isn’t this [Name]’s first Halloween?” Auntie Bulma offered a cookie, which you gladly took.

“Yeah, I don’t think they've gotten over the costumes, yet,” he bounced his leg a little to calm you.

“Well, [Name]’s is definitely the cutest!”

You were dressed as a pumpkin, the puffy costume hiding you, the pumpkin top resting on your head.

“Videl picked it out.”

“I guess that’s why you’re dressed as a farmer? Where is Videl, anyway?”

“She wasn’t feeling well, but told us to go ahead.

Your eyes trailed to your sister, who was dressed similar to how Paw Goku dressed, things Papa called fake knives were in her hands as she made weird movements.

“Hey, Gohan. I found this weird device, I can’t seem to figure out what it does, could you take a look at it?”

“Huh? Sure.”

“Great! I’ll bring it out,” she walks off.

You offer your cookie to your father, tilting your head back until he looks down.

“You’re giving me some?”

“Yes,” you give him a small smile.

“Thank you, sweet pea.”

“Oo Welca,” you watch as he takes a bite, a little irked he takes more than you expected.

“You mean, ‘You're Welcome’? Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”

You decide to leave, so he doesn’t practically devour your cookie with another bite.

You wobble up to Vegeta, making him turn, “Oh, it’s you. The finger crusher.”

You ignore his glare, not finding it intimidating in the least, even more so with his costume.

“Hi!” you smile.

“What is it you want?”

You grasp the dress-like costume finding you like the simple material.

“Soft. Dwess?”

“What, no. It is not a dress!”

You tilt your head.

“It’s a robe.”

“Bobe?” the ‘r’ was hard to pronounce.

“Yes, not a dress,” he scowled.

You move on to the big stick, “Stick?”

“Staff,” he corrected.

“Taff?”

“Yes.”

You offer your cookie, “Wan?”

“No, thank you.”

You take the last bite, “Cookie good.”

“Is it now, would you like another?” he points back to a tray full of cookies on a decorated table.

You nod, grabbing at the air until he picks you up (after being sure no one was looking to laugh for weeks about it), you quickly grab a cookie (he doesn’t say anything when you sneak another).

“Dank you, Geta!”

“Yeah, yeah. Move along now.”

“Bye!”

You notice Paw Goku arriving with Mam Chi-Chi.

You giggle, dashing over to them as fast as your short legs would allow.

“Our little [Name]! You look so cute!” Chi-Chi titters picking you up.

You give her a kiss, which makes her notice the cookie crumbs and two uneaten cookies.

“How many cookies have you eaten? Have you eaten any food yet?”

You lift the cookies, “Yes.”

“That’s not food! Gohan should let you…” then you tune her out, you always do when she goes into her rambles.

“What cookies you got there?”

“Paw Goku, cookies!”

“I see. Can I try one?”

You get transferred over to him as Mam Chi-Chi looks for Papa.

“Yes,” he offer him one while eating the other.

“Yum! They are pretty good, huh?”

You brush a pinky against his green face, “Why?”

“It’s paint! I’m a Frankenstein!”

“Flank—hm,” you decided it was too hard to say.

“Mwahaha,” he tickles your neck making you giggle with a death grip on your cookie.

“Paw Goku, staph—” you screeched in laughter.

“Let’s go find, Gohan, hm?”

You sit on his shoulders as you look for your father, when you do, he seems to looked annoyed as Mam Chi- Chi chews into him.

“Mom, I know what to do with [Name].”

“But…” she rants some more.

“I’ll come back later,” Bulma looks in between them.

Gohan sighs, “No, you asked for my help. Let me see.”

“Gohan!” Mam Chi-Chi scolds.

He observes the device before turning it on, it didn’t do anything.

She reached for the device, “Don’t ignore your mother!”

Suddenly Papa’s power-level spiked and he transformed.

The power startled you, never having seen or felt anything like that before.

He growled, in irritation, “Stop telling me how to parent my child. If I want help, I’ll ask, mom.”

You cry at the scene, never seeing your Papa so upset.

“I see, it’s an emotion amplifier,” Auntie Bulma observed.

Gohan frowned at your crying, his expression dropping more when you nervously grip Paw Goku’s hair.

“Sweet Pea, it’s me,” he powered down, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you…”

You quieted, sniffing before you climbed down your grandfather, wobbling to your Pa to hug his legs.

“Hm, let’s go play some of the games, okay? Will that cheer you up?”

You nod.

[eyedelater]

i have been reading some of the mangas i was recommended after seeking recs a little while ago (those being mangas that are life-changingly good and/or starkly bizarre). here is a little update. if you have more such recommendations, i will gladly accept them in reply to this post!

i will talk about 3 mangas in this post. there are only spoilers in this post for the third manga, which starts in the third paragraph.

i got the most recommendations for dungeon meshi. i read from the beginning and caught up with it and really enjoyed it. it is excellent. there is truly something special about dungeon meshi. i will note that "delicious in dungeon" is a stupid title translation when either "dungeon dining" or "dungeon dinner" would be smoother and more accurate. unless kui-sensei decided on that herself. but no, even then i think it's dumb. anyway the comic is really good. i don't especially have a lot to say about it, though. i'm going to reread it soon and then maybe i will compile some thoughts.

i only got one recommendation for witch hat atelier, but some of my mutuals have posted a lot about it in the recent past, so i went for that one next. this manga also has something very special about it, and it is quite good. it's just that it's a little saccharine for my taste. i really appreciate the striking main conflict of the story's world (i.e., that there are human-imposed restrictions not only on who can perform magic, but on which magic can be performed, and there are disagreements on which restrictions, if any, are actually necessary), which is both thought-provoking and not easily solvable. the worldbuilding is the strong point of the story, in my view. the magic system is intriguing and charming. but i guess i would just say… that this manga… doesn't pass the C.O.C.K. test. (3 out of 4 points; it is not Completely unhinged). but it's good! it's wonderful. and the art is amazing, of course. i can't believe shirahama-sensei signed herself up to draw those outfits over and over and over and over. speaking of which, shirahama kamome has to be a pseudonym, right? there's no way someone would actually directly be named "white beach" (shirahama) "seagull" (kamome). i'm pretty sure. also i really hate olruggio's nasty little beard and i can't get over it. sorry olruggio. also there's no good way to transliterate his name...

i got several recommendations for golden kamuy. i don't remember why i decided to take the plunge with this one, but it's worth noting that i did not remember (though i was once told) that it was historical fiction about a military guy searching for gold in hokkaido. i think i might need to start every manga without knowing a thing about it, because if i had properly understood the premise before i started reading, then i might have been turned off by my own internal prejudices. for example, i am not necessarily inclined to read historical fiction. military historical fiction in particular is actually something i actively would not care to read because i am so absolutely uninterested. and military historical fiction that doesn't have anything weird about it (like time travel or something), military historical fiction that ostensibly takes place in our real world, would strike me as the least interesting subset of the already not very appealing historical fiction genre. and realistic military historical fiction where the main character is motivated by MONEY sounds even worse to me! but because i started the comic having forgotten all that (though i knew it once), i was able to give it the benefit of the doubt. and i was greatly rewarded! because this is the life-changingly good AND starkly bizarre manga i've been looking for!!!

you see… the genre doesn't matter here… all that matters is how Completely unhinged it is!!!!! any genre can be great if it's insane enough!!!!!!! all you have to do is make everyone really messed up in different ways and have weird and stupid shit happen! i love it! and it's not just shenanigans! there's beautiful stuff and heavy stuff and strong character building and painstakingly researched everything mixed in. it's a 10 in too many categories. there's so much to take in and think about. the comic relief is so rewarding. everyone jumps when they get to the beach because that's what you do for the beach episode. i LOVE erstwhile enemies to tentative allies. i LOVE frenzied action pulling you rapidly toward a truth you're not sure you want. i LOVE alliance of opportunity growing into real friendship. i LOVE unnecessarily sexy bath scene where everyone is posing for the camera. i went into a frenzy of bewildered rage and delight when ogata did the flehmen response. what could have prepared me for that?! THERE'S TOO MUCH GOOD STUFF!!! do i have any complaints?! NO!!!!t right now. i mean i guess i can complain that i still don't care about military history. but it all always comes down to "war is hell" in the end, so you can say that i got the message. and some jokes… were taken about 25% too far. but i can overlook that as a mercy on my part.

i watched as much of the golden kamuy anime as there is, and they sure cut out a lot of stuff (usually justified). i only realized about an hour ago that a lot of the cut out parts were made into OVAs, which i'll have to watch next. the voice actors are all great for their roles (especially ogata) uhh except maybe for some of the protracted russian speech, which is not very acted. i do have to say that the OPs and EDs are very milquetoast. it's like they were designed to be skipped (and maybe they were?). if it's not clear, i think the wackiness of golden kamuy is a great strength. yet the OPs and EDs played everything completely straight and kind of framed the series as if it were first and foremost a drama. but even if it were just a drama, the openings could have been better. i can't help but compare to jujutsu kaisen, where the OPs and EDs were pretty much stellar; they were full of energy and bright and exciting and the songs were good. i was often compelled to NOT skip them. they more than did justice to JJK's story and its weak characters. [this has been my obligatory shitting on jujutsu kaisen.] for golden kamuy, it's the opposite situation. maybe it's mostly that i didn't like the songs? perfectly generic anime OP limp rock music. liiimp.

anyway i also have to give golden kamuy props for delivering me the happy ending i was DESPERATELY hoping for. my default treatment for an unknown manga is utmost distrust with respect to character death (i hate character death), and that's how i treated golden kamuy right up to the end, despite tonal indications that there would be a happy ending. it's especially worrying when there are two protagonists! i can't allow myself to vulnerably believe in my heart that they'll BOTH survive, because maybe the plot armor will only cover one of them! but noda-sensei brought me just what i wanted, and i'm so happy. golden kamuy was so good that i've decided to instantly reread it, with a closer reading this time, given that i now know how certain characters will develop (and what kind of glow-up they'll get, like with ogata. please ignore how many times i've mentioned ogata in this post.) also, i read the whole thing without really fully actually understanding how popular it has been… particularly among the fujoshi. the pixiv ship tags are heaping with bounty… though as i was reading, i'll admit i didn't have shipping on the brain too much. the momentum was pulling me along too much for me to focus on anything but canon. but, you know, the ships... i'll consider some of them.

anyway, in conclusion, the golden kamuy manga gets an A+ from me. though i don't know who i might recommend it to in my personal life because i don't know if anyone around me has the appropriate appetite for stupid dick jokes specifically. and i don't know if anyone around me has the appropriate appetite for this amount of Strange Men. golden kamuy is truly a bumper crop of Strange and Exciting Weird Horrible Men. Something is Really Wrong with All These Men.

i also want to note (this is still about golden kamuy) that Everyday Heroes scans did a fantastic job (insofar as i can tell without having seen the raws) with their scanlation and especially with their truly indispensible glossary/translation notes at the end of most chapters. i would have been absolutely shit out of luck if not for their careful explanations of cultural and ecological and historical notes carefully compiled for us clueless readers. i mean, i think they said that they got a lot of the content of the notes from reddit, but what matters is putting it together and putting it with the chapter where i can't miss it. i bet the official translation has no such notes and leaves readers as clueless as ever. and the scanlation itself was always very clean, consistent, natural, and respectful. good job EH Scans.

maybe i'll make more posts about golden kamuy in the future.

[spikesbimbo]

Drunk in Love

Summary:  Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.  

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

  “Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

  “I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.  

   Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

   “When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

  Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

  “Fuck.” He muttered

  “Any’all got a light?”

  No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

  “Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

  “K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

  You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

  And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

 You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

  Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

  “What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

  “Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

  “Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

  “You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

  “Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

    You started to “walk” towards your house resting  your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

  “I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

 “Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned  blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

 “Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

  “s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

 “Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.  

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

 He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.  

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

  You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do.  He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…”  You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

  "I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

  Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

  He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.  

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

  Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

  You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

  “y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

    “You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.  

  “You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

  “Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

  "I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them.  I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of  before I go to sleep at night."

  You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

  He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.  

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

 He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

 You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it.  You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

  You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body.  You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

 Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused.  He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body. 

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

  Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

 “Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”  

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

  He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears.  He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

  Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more. 

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy.  Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

 “Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

  “Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

  “Shh baby im right here.”

  He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

  “It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

  He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

 “Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

  “Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

  “I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

  “I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

  “Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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[snek-disappearedagain]

Spoiler warning for chapters 1-4

• Please note that this entire essay is based off of a random thought I had, and was written on the spot.

~

Magical girls, the peak of anime and what most people can associate anime with. I know my first anime (glitter force) was a magical girl anime, and my favorite thing was the ✨transformations✨ they had in every episode. And now because my TWST brain rot has officially taken control of my mind, watching an entire video of these magical transformations sparked a thought..

What if in the TWST anime that I think is being released they had these animations for the overblots (or just in general), and on another note what would they look like?

First, I explain as to why this would actually be really cool (at least I think so) and why it might work. So, they already have the transformations wands (which is where the blot builds up fyi). When they do overblot, the wands obviously turn black and stuff so instead of a regular happy magical transformations it’d start with the ink thing we already see happen. Each transformation would be different and I’m going to explain each one IN DEPTH.

Riddle - In his trailer he drags red paint(?) down his face, so red paint would have a play in it. His outfit has 3 major elements (minus the ink bc everyone has that): Cards, Roses, and Hearts. So I imagine for the transformations a swarm of inky roses and black cards kinda do the transforming. During the actual transformation bit, it’s the red paint doing the work. At the end, he drags the red paint down his face like in the trailer, and the queen of hearts blot monster appears behind him.

Leona - I had to rewatch Leona’s trailer for this, bc I kinda sped through chapter 2 and I hardly paid attention to his trailer. Anywho, he roars and it kinda looks like he’s in pain so let’s include that. His outfit includes Gold (specifically gold teeth), a stitched/ragged pattern on his skirt thing, and FUR. His swarm would be of gold dust and some gold lion teeth kinda biting down (or maybe opening to the transformation? Not sure). During his actual transformation bit, It’ll be the gold dust with maybe some ichor(?). I feel like the ichor would be cool idk. At the end he roars and that’s why his lion monster appears.

Azul - Azul’s trailer is one of my favorites, I think it’s really cool how after the bubble with Jade & Floyd in it he reaches for them, they disappear, and then he transforms. Now I will have ink be important here, only because Azul’s an Octopus and it makes sense. His outfit also includes shells, coral, and a singular gold necklace. The first part/swarm is tentacles coming up then revealing Azul, this is where the transformation starts. Purplish black ink actually does the transformation, until some bubbles take over for the last bit. He then lets out a sob(?) and that’s when the blot monster appears, almost trapping him.

Jamil - Now, Jamil’s trailer IS my favorite because of his before overblot scene. A red snake things circles him, it kinda erupts, he’s seen huddled up and that’s when some bright red eyes open up in the bg. When he overblots, he looks generally afraid. In his outfit, there’s snakes (lots), lots of torn edges, and he gets a beard (not relevant but thought I should mention it. Now I haven’t actually finished chapter 4 bc I can’t beat Jamil for the life of me, but I know about his overblot form enough so let’s so that. Ink snakes open the transformation scene, with some gold scarabs kinda scattered around. Actually transformation is done by blond red snakes like in the trailer. In the end, red eyes open up and his face his kinda blotted (haha get it) out, that’s why the jafar blot monster kinda slithers (?) up behind him.

Now, Imma end it here (for now) bc I haven’t done Chapter 5 or 6. I know about both overblots, but not enough to do an analysis.

If ya made it this far, thanks for reading! I put a lot of thought into this, and I’d love to hear whatcha think!! I’ll most likely be posting this on tumblr as well ^^ Once I get through chapter 5 I’ll make a separate version for that, same with chapter 6!

[postmodernbeing]

Shingeki no Kyojin Headcanons: 104th training corps (College AU - Outfits pt I)

Hello, Postmodernbeing here. I decided to continue writing about this College AU , only this time, I'm making some outfits HCs, since I'm working in a oneshot and this visuals could be helpful. Also, it seemed like a lot of fun so I've decided to give it a try. Hope y'all like this. Much love.

IMPORTANT: I do not own Shingeki no Kyojin nor the trend of this outfits-displays, only this HCs belong to me. // Contains spoilers (for the icons that I used in some characters) // English is not my first language, so I ask for your patience and understanding.

Eren Yeager

Chains and rings of stainless-steel. Combat boots matching faux-leather jackets with studs and pins from bands.

Has a few flannel shirts (that he stole from Zeke, his brother doesn't mind, tho). But for the most part, Eren's shirts are from merch of bands with a few (handmade) changes.

Eren likes to sew badly on purpose some patterns or figures by following quick tutorials. All his clothes are modified or drawn over.

While his main looks are metal head alike, he also wears snickers, hoodies, sporty pants, and jackets to class. Pretty laid back, he looks as he just woke up from a nap all the time tbh.

Sometimes goes skating but he’s not that good, his skateboard is more of a fashion statement really.

Has both ears pierced around (lobe type) and tattoos on both arms.

It’s pretty obvious to this point, but I’ll say it anyways: Eren wears black religiously. Definitely he’s open to darker shades of any color, but must wear something black at least.

Mikasa Ackerman

Our girl wears black clothes mostly. She doesn’t have a preference between skirts/dresses or pants, but you’ll rarely see her wearing jeans.

Many skirts and ripped tights to match with platform boots or classic converse. Also owns a large wardrobe with different hoodie and shirt sizes and designs yet mostly in dark shades.

Lots of necklaces and rings with perforations to match, none in her face yet lots in her ears. Mikasa has only one tattoo: Azumabito’s clan logo.

Speaking about Azumabito’s, whenever she’s working with them, she wears faux leather jackets at most, and her classic red turtleneck. Nothing too exaggerated nor formal.

A total goth since middle school, and even though in college finds it a bit unpractical, she tries to keep it as loyal to her style as possible.

Books and notebooks are part of her attires. She’d be writing or reading at any time that’s possible. Not always about her classes, tho. She also likes novels and arts. An artsy goth, perhaps?

Armin Arlert

Sky blue is his color. Matching it with classy pants and blazers in clear colors.

His wardrobe looks like one that belongs to an aristocrats’ son. Some light-academia realness.

He can pull off some casual looks with sneakers but it’s more common for him to wear his oxfords, cap toes or moccasins to class, or anywhere really.

Cardigans, vests and blazers are his best friends as soon as autumn arrives. Always in colors such as beige, green, brown, and grey.

Armin is easily the best dressed from all his group of friends, and I’m not even open to discuss this. Let’s just remember his canon outfits throughout the four seasons. Even in a Modern AU he’ll keep being the king he is.

Not a big fan of accessories though. Except for his handkerchiefs that match his blazers. Since his grandfather used to choose his clothes, he taught Armin that a handkerchief was a gentleman’s must carry. Now he wears them only to pay his grandpa honor, as a lesson more so.

Jean Kirstein

King of brown jackets and turtlenecks. Really, his wardrobe is in such color harmony. It’s impressive.

Little to no accessories besides an occasional scarf or a single ring matching some bracelet.

Although he’s used to wear a consistent type of clothes and even colors, he wouldn’t dare to define a style for himself, is it boho? art hoe? dark academia? Maybe we’ll never know.

Zero perforations only because he’s scared of pain, but Jean is really drawn into them, so he uses fake ones for his ears sometimes. Has only one little hidden tattoo, made when he started college and lost a bet against Sasha and Connie.

Jean’s always stylish, clean, and smelling like cologne. He also has an extensive routine for shaving, combing his hair and trimming his beard.

Second best dressed of all his friends. Lowkey loves fashion but keeps it for himself (and Marco). Plus, in her mother’s house he keeps more clothes than his dorm' wardrobe can storage.

Marco Bodt

Colorful, youthful, and casual, that’s his style. Marco’s clothes reflect his joyful personality and every time he enters a room, he brightens the mood so easily.

A lot of denim and if he’s not wearing bright colors, you can be sure he’s caring something white with him (a bandana, a baseball cap, a scarf or his sneakers).

Shares with Jean a special appreciation for clothing, except Marco prefers more laidback and casual outfits.

Has no tattoos but recently got both ears pierced. He decided to since he really likes the earrings that k-pop idols wear.

If spring was a wardrobe, Marco would have it. I can’t stress this enough. Just so pretty and genuine.

Also, he definitely uses accessories (small jelly or colorful rings, bracelets of all kinds and simple necklaces) but there's more, he uses objects that are not meant to as accessories too. Such as band aids and small stickers around his face, skates in his backpack and flowers in his pockets.

Sasha Blouse

Unironically messy style. No matching patterns nor colors, different textures and sizes that made little to no coordination in her outfits. Unaesthetic is her aesthetic.

She likes baggy jackets and jeans with big pockets for snacks obviously, midi-skirts and graphic tees. Sasha is the definition of zero fucks given and still looking cute.

Of course, she knows how to pull off some cool outfits, it’s just that she doesn’t care that much unless is specifically required.

Not a big fan of accessories besides belts (maybe) and her backpack. Unless we’re talking about bucket hats that became a must wear thanks to Connie.

“Borrows” Nicolo’s hoodies/shirts that wears with her favorite threads. Then plays dumb when her bf asks her about his clothes. They both secretly love that dynamic.

Sasha plays it safe when it's about her hairstyle, also not a big fan of makeup -at least not the way Mikasa or Historia do-, but she’s open to try new things if her best friends dare her to.

Connie Springer

King of striped shirts and golden chains. His style is mainly urban and youthful. Conniegod remains unmatched in his awesomeness even in a Modern AU, if you ask me.

Owns a collection of sneakers that wears with his numerous printed socks. So creative and colorful.

Also, Connie has a small collection of unique shaped tinted glasses, also bucket hats and simple stainless steel chains.

Has small fun tattoos around his legs and arms, ears pieced but nothing too grunge. Speaking of which, he matches religiously his earrings with his chains that hang of his belt.

Usually wears dress pants or cargo pants. Anything but denim or really skinny fitted pants. Coincidentally, most of his shirts are loose too.

Definitely brings his skateboard with him all the time so it’s part of the outfit, really (Eren tried to copy that from Connie, let’s be honest). He’s so good at skating, and when he doesn’t feel like walking around campus, skating is always a good idea.

Part II here

[amereandsimpleshingensimp]

HELLO MY DEAR FRIEND! May I ask for some general Oda headcanons on this fine evening? I stan this petty bish and want to see your take on him.

BEE MY BELOVED HIII! you asked,and you shall receive them >:)

· Oda's love for konpeito started from being rewarded konpeito if he did well on his quizzes by his tutor,Hirate Masahide. It became an habit for him to sneak some more than Hirate allowed smh ;

· Kinda of a fashionista for the attention. he'll enter the room wearing the most colorful outfit to get your attention,OR wear something so shocking that everyone's attention will be on him. Yes he is a attention whore ;

· A surprisingly good dancer and singer,loves watching and participating on plays ;

· Tried to grow a beard once. spoilers: it didn't work ;

· Knows Ieyasu ever since they both were little. They both were constantly causing chaos together. Drifted apart as they got older and both have difficult feelings(to say the least) towards each other ;

· Oda is incredibly overprotective with his sisters,he would do ANYTHING for them. They are his <33 ;

[katurdayss]

Rings of Power Real time blog of the first 2 episodes

Alright Friends! I'm doing a "live" react to the first 2 episode of Rings of Power and it will probably have some spoilers so don't read below if you don't want to know.

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Well that's a way to wrap up the First Age. Just glosses over the kinslaying, the War of Wrath, the sinking of Beleriand and a whole bunch of other shit involving the silmarils.

Also these male elves with short hair is bullshit. Those undercuts? I mean come on!

Wait isn't Galadriel fucking married at this point?

You know, I'm not really feeling these chainmail-snow-warrior outfits. Like are those even practical?

Oh look, what no one asked for in the 2nd age. Hobbits. Hobbits in camo nonetheless.

BABY ELROND

...Elrond is literally the (great?) grandson of the fucking King of Gondolin (who was High King too). He's a god damn elf-lord by birthright, wtf.

jesus, back with the hobbits already

so....like....these suits of armor look very man-ish and paired with the Laurel-wreaths its giving me ancient Greece if it was set in the renaissance. Which is like not elvish?

Elrond has the most traumatic childhood...he's seen some shit okay?

Also Galadriel is a Princess (or really high nobility at least if I remember correctly), essentially. I'm not happy how they're glossing over these backgrounds and making people seem like everyday folk who pulled themselves up with their own deeds. Yes, they did great deeds but they were also born into immense privilege.

.....whats with the Elf-hate? This isn't The Witcher.

I really hate all the short hair on the elves. They just look like men, which is so not the point.

Seriously, whats with the hatred of elves.

YOU ARE STILL A CHILD ELROND

okay seriously, enough with the goddamn hobbits

*snort* how quick men are to forget the evil of our ancestors.

.....what in gods name is this weird af ascension through the gates of heaven-esque shit?

oh look its meter-man. End of episode 1. Alright episode 2 lets DO IT.

Interesting opening credits, very on trend.

okay so how long can an elf swim for in the open sea? cuz dude that ain't a short journey.

SERIOUSLY I'M DONE WITH THESE HOBBITS

HA "and he's not handsome" ...still don't like all these hobbit interludes

Celebrimbor..... pride is the deadliest of sins mellon nin.

LOL "no" LOL

Well shit. thats beautiful.

Who the fuck is this guy?

Eww, slugs. no thank you.

Just keep swimming, Just keep swimming.

ooooo are we gonna get some Jaws action? YEAH WE ARE. You're gonna need a bigger boat.

Seriously, I don't get it. Why is everyone hating on elves? are we to believe all these humans are descendants of servants of Morgoth?

...Bro Dwarves live a few hundred years....but yes you do have a point.

.....does she have like a baby fuzz version of a beard? looks like it.

yo kids got some issues.

oh hell no, this is some horror movie shit. no thank you. BURN IT. SET FIRE TO IT HELL NO.

Badass, just plop a head down. Fuck yeah. Murder walk out that frame.

umm,what did the fireflys ever do to you buddy?

well thats not good.

Okay, I've it like....a 6 so far? We shall see. We shall see.

[canary3d-obsessed]

Lost Tomb Reboot Lewks: Part 12

(Masterpost) (Other Canary Stuff)

Warning: Spoilers for both seasons of The Lost Tomb Reboot

Look 61

The first look is Wu Xie’s road trip outfit, which includes this grey and white jacket. It has a contrasting elastic waistband, cuffs, and neckline, and slanted pockets. 

This is exactly the sort of jacket that my 5th grade science teacher would have worn in 1979, and she would have slayed in it.  She awakened something in me and it wasn’t love of STEM. (Spock was responsible for my love of STEM, and various other awakenings in 5th-grade me) I’m sure it would still look great on her, because she is probably a silver haired foxy granny now, and that’s who this jacket belongs on in the current century.

Wu Xie should never have gotten within a mile of this old lady jacket.

To clarify, I’m not being gender-essentialist here; I’m being ageist. If this jacket had some contemporary detailing or interesting features to offset its last-century vibe, the way Bai Haotian’s green roller derby jacket does, it would be fine even though I’m not a fan of this sort of collar in menswear. But it’s just a nicely-made old lady jacket. Mary Berry could bake a nice cake while wearing this jacket. 

Note: Liu Sang could wear the hell out of this jacket, of course, because that man can wear literally anything and make it look like it’s made of spun pheromones.

(more after the cut!)

Wu Xie eventually improves this look by taking the jacket off and giving the camera operator a nice long look at his ass. He’s wearing dark jeans and a long-sleeve white thermal shirt, which is a great improvement. 

Look 62

The granny jacket is contrasted by the blessed arrival of Huo Daofu’s daddy jacket, and the rest of the clothing that Huo Daofu is wearing with it.  This is a dark green jacket with a nipped in waist, military styling, and invisible stitching that says "obey" You can't see it, but oh, it's there.

He's wearing this jacket of domination with jeans so tight they appear to be made of paint. I approve of these jeans so much that I might need to take a break from writing for a moment. 

Instead of shoes he’s opted for a pair of tall riding boots, just in case anyone failed to get the message.

He finishes off this look with gold rimmed glasses, pomegranate-toned lips, and an air of authority so strong that even Pangzi does what he tells him to with minimal back chat.

Later the jacket comes off, so he can wrap it solicitously around the shoulders of a person who is already wearing a perfectly good jacket.  OP looks up “service top” in the dictionary.

Underneath, Huo Daofu is wearing a grey houndstooth waistcoat. Shen Wei’s tailor would gnash his teeth in envy, if he saw the cut of this vest. This tops off a warm-toned brown shirt worn with a silver-toned watch. The watch is...round, and it tells time. He’s wearing a brown belt with his black jeans. Huo Daofu is great at combining warm and cool, formal and casual, in a single look. 

Look at this dapper bitch. Slaying this hard has got to be against his Hippocratic oath.

This jacket-free look is combined with hip posture so provocative that it sends Wu Xie into a hasty search for the last scraps of his heteronormative assumptions. Xiao Bai does her best to help.

Look 63

The beards. 

OP's family of origin is full of hairy visigoths, so Pangzi's beard is a style I've encountered before, alas. We call this a [US] Civil War beard. This one is terrible and lopsided, but at least it covers a lot of Pangzi’s face.

Wu Xie’s fake facial hair isn't terrible, but isn't great. You can tell it’s fake because everything about Zhu Yilong is inherently lovely, and this isn’t. 

Also, it's a ridiculous idea for a disguise. Wu Xie's close-trimmed chin patch and mustache are nice style, very typical for a Chinese dude. They let Wu Xie’s lovely facial structure continue to do its thing while they just provide a bit of an accent. But this is a problem, because they don't change his appearance in any meaningful way; his cheekbones are still visible from orbit. 

He’s wearing this facial hair and cap with the same vest he wore earlier to practice slingshot. This time he's accessorizing with a simple tan jacket, with an interesting buttonhole detail... 

...and with an attractive human IV stand.

Doctor doctor, give me the news, I've got a bad case of loving you you loving me.

Look 64

This look belongs to the man that Jia Kezale’s wife has replaced him with. We have to infer his look based on his shoes, and that he is presumably in the same league as the extremely hot Jia Kezale. 

Based on these shoes, which are very nice, if a little weathered, Huarache-style loafers, this other man in her life also presumably wears linen trousers and a guayabera shirt. 

*mentally pictures this person* 

ok, I guess I don't blame her. 

[Image, and shirts, from cubavera dot com]

Look 65

After having his IV fluids, Wu Xie goes for a nighttime motorbike ride, because he apparently needs to go way up on a hill to see that the hotel he’s staying in is circular.

So, what is with the Ultraman motorcycle helmet? Does it have any padding or insulation at all? Why doesn’t it cover more than 40 percent of his head and face?

And shouldn't it have a chin strap?  How does it stay on in a crash?  I mean yes I know this is a show with sentient crustaceans...yeah, never mind. I’m sure that’s a super effective helmet. 

Once the rain starts, his mustache and beard look better. Still not great, but better. Here he looks like he’s cosplaying as Zhou Yunlan.

Now he’s wet and lying on the ground because...oh, hell if I remember. Just look at him, poor moist snookums. He needs a blankie and a hot tea and a hurt-comfort fic about him and his doctor. 

This look gives the newest members of the polycule an opportunity to demonstrate their devotion, as they haul him off the motorcycle and over to a wall, and then continue to stand in the rain, for some reason, instead of going indoors. 

I gotta say, when a producer decides to pour water on Zhu Yilong, they  commit to it.

Speaking of commitment, here’s Huo Daofu holding his hand up over Wu Xie’s face like a tiny umbrella. 

Bonus 1

Look at the yellow duffle coat on that kid. She looks beautiful and classic, and the mustard yellow color just pops so nicely in this scene. 

The mustard yellow also visually marks her allegiance to gold-dragon-wearing Xue Wu. 

Bonus 2

This look is Wu Xie’s antique-scheming outfit, but now he is wearing the Sunglasses of Manpain. They belong to Pangzi, but Wu Xie is wearing them while he waits for Pangzi to collect his angst from the morgue.

These sunglasses are good to wear while contemplating the fact that, despite the many differences in narrative tropes between Chinese and Western media, the one where a female character is hurt and/or dies merely to further a male character's emotional development remains a constant.

That said, this is a nice small signifier of their relationship, as he puts these glasses on Pangzi, allowing him to hide his feelings, while hugging him, allowing him to express his feelings.

[rthoney]

so tonight i watched a musical about lewis and clark..

it was horrible. i give it 5 stars. definitely recommend it.

its call manifest destiny: the lewis & clark musical adventure 

some of my favorite things in it (spoilers): 

the crappy voiceover for the singing 

lewis’ hair and beard in general

the talking eagle puppet

the fact that the horses were actually pants

jefferson in general, the fact that he was drunk the entire time

sacajawea.

lewis yeeting himself off a fucking waterfall

jefferson being carried off by the puppet eagle 

ABIGAIL DUMPING LEWIS AND THE SONG HE SINGS

clark shooting his horse 

lewis dying as soon as they get to the west coast. 

clarks outfit

jeffersons song at the beginning

lewis’ horse being named hamilton.

the fact that i think lewis and clark should have kissed at least once.