#playing as both the opening song and over the ending credits.....MAN...

[sarahroutldge]

I love you, I'm sorry.

a/n: requested based on a prompt list - the dialogue prompt is in bold! gif not mine, all credits to the creator (also the title has nothing to do with the song, it was just stuck in my head lol)

pairing: jj maybank x reader

summary: you and jj maybank drunkenly hooked up a few nights ago, and neither of you know how to deal with that. (routledge!reader)

word count: 3k

warnings: fluff/humor, angst w/ a happy ending, implied sexual content, drinking, semi-proofread, I think that's it

John Booker Routledge never thought he’d actually have to tell his best friend JJ Maybank that his little sister was off limits. Not once did it ever occur to him that JJ would ever think of you in a different way; he hardly liked to consider the idea that you dated anyone in the first place, let alone that you’d express any interest in the man he knew inside-and-out.

But things change and people get older. After you and the rest of the Pogues found El Dorado and began construction on Poguelandia, JJ started to see you differently. Sure, he always found you attractive, but JJ also found every woman he encountered attractive, so he never thought much of it. 

And you certainly didn’t ever think of JJ in that way either. At heart, you were a relationship girl; and while the fact that you were single was proof enough that no relationship of yours had worked out in the past, one of your greatest strengths was that you knew what you wanted. You didn’t seek out something casual because you knew you’d be left unfulfilled. You wanted something all-consuming and destined for marriage. Seeing your older brother grow and mature in his relationship with Sarah Cameron only clarified that further. In your mind, if the second-most relationship-allergic person you knew (after JJ of course) was able to dive headfirst into marriage with a girl so remarkably different from himself, then you decided you wouldn’t settle for any less.

Feelings, however, have a funny way of messing with plans and expectations. While JJ had essentially lived with you and your brother for years, building Poguelandia only pushed the two of you even further together. And watching someone so unpredictable and chaotic as JJ tame himself for the sake of his friends and his future stirred something in you that you hadn’t been expecting at all.

Over the months, your interactions with JJ changed, little by little, and for a while neither of you noticed. It just grew natural for JJ to fix something in the bait shop that you were fussing over, or for you to bring JJ a sandwich or a snack while he worked. You found little ways to make the other’s day brighter, even if subconsciously you never even considered why you were doing these little favors in the first place.

What actually brought the two of you together wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, however. One night, after a long day of work on the house, the Pogues found themselves hanging out above the bait shop, buzzed off of beers, seltzers, and a few joints made of flower grown right from Kiara’s secret spot in the garden. And while the rest of the Pogues eventually found their ways inside and to sleep, JJ and you probably drank a bit too much. One thing led to another, and that was the first night you hooked up. It was slow, passionate, and clumsy, and while the both of you would later blame it on the alcohol and the weed, deep inside you were both fully aware that it was simply the end result of months of pining.

And that’s how you found yourself waking up on the hammock above the bait shop in only one of JJ’s t-shirts and a pair of underwear. The combination of the blinding North Carolina sunrise along with John B.’s extremely loud footsteps on the floor below practically forced your eyes open. While you play the night before over in your head, trying to piece it all together, you’re scrambling to get the rest of your clothes on.

Running downstairs with your shoes untied, you let out a huge “oof” as you collide with your brother, almost sending the two of you to the ground. 

“Good morning to you, too, sis,” John B. says, his eyes expressing his confusion at the fact that you obviously slept upstairs last night.

“Oh, um, sorry, JB, I guess I just drank too much last night and crashed on the hammock,” you practically vomit out.

“Riiiiight,” John B. responds, clearly not convinced but nonetheless wholly uninterested in this situation in the first place. “Just, uh, go shower. You stink.”

Assuming John B.’s comment is a joke, you let out a laugh that immediately sounds forced. “Yeah, uh, that’s what I planned on.”

John B. shoots you a thumbs-up before making his way behind the counter, clearly prepping to open the bait shop for customers. Deciding to avoid any more awkwardness between the two of you, you begin to make your way back to the house. However, your brain can’t help but consider the possibility that only more awkwardness awaits you back in the house, which you’re really not ready to process. You spin around to face John B. at the entrance to the bait shop. “Hey, uh, is JJ up?”

John B. doesn’t even look up from whatever he’s doing at the counter, clearly focused on something else. “Yeah, he took his bike to the grocery store about ten minutes ago, I think.”

You breathe out a sigh of relief, and then turn back around to make your way into the house. Occupied with trying to wrack your brain about what exactly happened last night, you again stumble into someone else as you walk through the kitchen.

“Ow,” Sarah squeaks. 

You immediately apologize, looking her in the eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just, uh, didn’t sleep well last night,” you explain, hoping she’ll move out of the way so you can make your way to your bedroom upstairs.

But Sarah, unfortunately, has the attention to detail that your brother lacks. Looking you in the eyes, her brows furrow. “Did you sleep outside last night?”

You scratch your head. “Uh, yeah. Just, uh, crashed after all those drinks, you know?”

One thing that Sarah does share with your brother, however, is her unwillingness to let things go. Clearly noticing that something is on your mind, her eyes stare into yours, as if she thinks that she can figure out everything about you based on your facial expressions alone. And evidently, she can, because she then proceeds to whisper-yell, “Y/N, is that a hickey?”

She lightly taps a new bruise on your neck that JJ must have left last night, and you can feel your cheeks heat up at the action. You bat her hand away, and she smirks when she realizes what you must be hiding. 

“I don’t have time for this,” you blurt out, before maneuvering yourself around Sarah and walking over to the bottom of the stairs. 

“Whatever you say,” she taunts behind you, and you can practically hear her giggle as you make your way up the steps. 

Once you get to your bedroom, you lock the door behind you. Sliding down the wall, you let out a sigh, grateful that you met no more obstacles on the way upstairs. But as soon as your butt hits the ground, reality comes crashing down, and you realize that you have a much harder obstacle to deal with than running into one of your friends in the hallway. Instead, you have to deal with the fact that you slept with JJ Maybank—the man you’ve known practically your entire life who not only happens to be one of your closest friends, but even more than that, is your brother’s best friend. Yeah, you’re screwed.

For the next few days, JJ avoided you at all costs. He didn’t want to face the consequences of what you’d done, and was worried more than anything that his friendship with you (and John B. for that matter) would be ruined. And while you had the same idea for a while, within only a few days you decided that talking about it was the only way to move forward. Knowing JJ’s extensive dating history, you were convinced that JJ would only tell you that it was a mistake and a regret. You prepared yourself for the negative, and found him alone at night in the employees-only area above the tackle and bait shop.

You carefully tiptoe up the stairs to prevent JJ from getting spooked and immediately bailing on the conversation. When he notices your presence, he shoots up from where he was laying on the hammock, just like you had anticipated. “JJ, we need to talk—”

“Y/N—”

“No, please, JJ, just let me speak,” you clarify, before walking closer to him. 

Realizing he doesn’t have any other choice, JJ sighs, gesturing for you to continue.

Working up the nerves, you wring your hands, preparing yourself for a moment that seemed more daunting than any of the actually threatening experiences you’d had with the Pogues over the last few years. “You know me, Jayj. You know that I don’t have one-night stands or casual relationships. And I can’t go on like this, pretending like what happened between us is normal or that I can just ignore it. I know that you’ve probably never had feelings for me, but if I don’t tell you this now, I’ll regret it. I… I like you, JJ.” Taking a breath, you step back, feeling like a weight has been lifted off of your chest. Only now, you have to brace yourself for the inevitable rejection.

Looking into JJ’s eyes, you can’t tell what he’s thinking, and that’s nothing short of terrifying. You’ve known JJ since he was a kid, and he’s not the best liar, so you can usually tell what he’s feeling from the moment you see him. But this time, you’re clueless, and the silence is deafening.

“JJ, please say something. If you’re going to tell me you don’t like me back, then just say it so we can move on and put this behind us.”

He brings his hands to his face, trying to piece the words together. “Just, uh, gimme a minute.” You nod at him, before moving to sit where he’d previously sat on the hammock. You swing your knees up to your chest, hugging them in comfort. 

You watch as he paces the floor around you. It’s not long before he speaks, but it feels like hours as you wait. 

“Y/N, I… We’ve been friends forever. You, me, and John B. It was the three of us for the longest time and then Pope came and then Kiara and… Uh, I’m getting off track.” He starts fidgeting with the ring on his thumb as he looks down at the ground, preparing for what he’s about to say next. “I won’t lie—you’ve always been hot. Like super fucking hot. And I’m not good at relationships or whatever, but I… I like you, too.” 

And your ears can’t believe what they’re hearing, so your head immediately jerks up to meet his eyes. “Wait… you do?” 

He nods, and you can feel a smile beginning to form on your face. “Well, then, why didn’t you just say that?” you ask. 

“Because it doesn’t matter,” JJ answers, and your heart immediately sinks in your chest, once again. “I can’t do this to John B., Y/N. I just can’t.”

“Who cares about him? He’ll get over it. John B. is not my problem.” 

“That’s the point, Y/N! He’ll be there for you no matter what. But the Pogues are basically all I have left. You and John B. are my family, and if I mess shit up with you, I’ll lose you both. And I can’t do that to myself.”

“You won’t mess it up, J,” you reassure, though part of you understands what he’s getting at.

“When have I not messed something up? I mess shit up all the time, and you mean too much to me for me to risk it. You need to go and find someone out there better than me, because as much as it’ll hurt me to see you with someone else, it’d be a lot worse if you were in pain and I was the reason. It’s because I’m in love with you that I wish we’d never done what we did,” he blurts out. 

And while you were trying your best to listen to him carefully, all you heard was him telling you that he’s in love with you. “You… You love me?” you whisper, and JJ’s eyes go back to the floor.

“Of course I fucking do! How could I not? You’re gorgeous and funny and weird and you know me better than anyone else, and I’ll never forgive myself if I ruin shit with you. So just let me go, because this is the hardest thing I’ve had to do.”

As you process what JJ says, he rushes down the stairs. The heavy pattern of his boots hitting the wooden floors grabs your attention again, and you sprint downstairs to meet him before he can run away completely. You grab his hand and pull him towards you. When his head moves, you can see tears in his eyes, even as the sky gets darker. “It’s not okay to just leave me here after telling me you love me back,” you choke out.

“We can’t—we’ll never be together,” he bites back, trying to sound angry. But you can read right through him, and he knows it. You drop his arm and reach up to grab his face with your hands. Your thumb wipes away a stray tear.

“JJ, you’re right: I do know you better than anyone else. And yes, you’re not the best at relationships. But don’t you think that with us it could be different? That maybe because we know each other so well we can figure it out together?”

He begins to shake his head, but before he can get any more words out, you continue. “JJ, I know everything about you. I know the worst things you’ve done and the best things. You’re always calling me a know-it-all, and yet right now you don’t seem to believe me when I tell you that I know we can do this. We can do it, and it’ll be hard, but it’ll be worth it because I can’t picture myself loving anyone else the way I love you.” And as the tears stream down your cheeks, JJ inches a bit closer to you.

“You… You love me?”

“Of course I do, you idiot. How could I not? You’re the sweetest, kindest, funniest, bravest person I know and my life would be so unbelievably boring if you weren’t in it.”

His eyes look all over your face, trying to see if he can detect a lie. But all he sees is someone so convinced in their feelings, so articulate, and he can’t believe that it’s possible but he might just love you more than he did five minutes ago. 

“Let me deal with John B., okay? I get why you’re scared and I would never want to come between the two of you, but you deserve to be loved, JJ. And I want to be the one who gets to love you.” 

As soon as you get the words out, he’s pressing his lips to yours, and you’re so glad he reached out to hold your waist because otherwise you’d be falling to your knees. It’s magical and romantic and you can taste the salty years you’ve both shed. His right hand moves to grab the side of your face and pull you even closer somehow, before moving back down to your waist and squeezing you in anticipation. The two of you break away, panting. He grips you again and gestures for you to jump, which you do, and you wrap your legs around his back. He carries you over to the counter of the bait shop, where he sets you down. Your legs squeeze his, and he grabs ahold of your face with his hands. “Before we um… do anything else… Are you sure?”

You nod immediately. “Babe, I need the words.”

Your heart clenches at the term of affection, and you pull his shirt to bring him even closer to you. “I am absolutely, positively sure that I love you, JJ Maybank.” He grins so wide you start giggling.

He smashes his mouth back to yours, and this time the kiss is hotter and needier. It’s just a mess of clashing teeth, lips, and hands, with little “I love yous” whispered in between. 

JJ tugs on the bottom of your shirt, and you break away so that he can lift it off, throwing it somewhere else in the shop. His shirt follows, but before he can unclasp your bra, you push him back. “JJ, I’m not fucking you in the bait shop.”

“It’s dark out and no one’s gonna see—”

You jump down from the counter. “It’s either in the house or in the Twinkie. Your choice,” you challenge, and he rolls his eyes.

“Oh come on, people do it all the time,” he justifies, and you look at him like he’s grown two heads.

“What on earth are you talking about?” you ask.

“Hooking up in the bait shop, duh. I caught Pope and Cleo on top of the freezer once, and I’m pretty sure I saw Kiara making out with her ex-girlfriend behind the counter.”

You roll your eyes. “You are literally proving my point,” you say, and he scratches his head. 

“Well, I know for a fact that John B. and Sarah hooked up in the bait shop once and I didn’t see anything!” he explains.

“That’s not any better! You’re talking about my brother!” you whine, and JJ starts to see that you’re not budging. 

He lifts you up bridal-style into his arms, and you squeal. “Fine, my lady, my room it is.” 

You wrap your arms around his neck. “Have you cleaned it recently?” you ask, knowing how messy his room gets. 

“Uh… Like, maybe not super recently. But I can make it nice,” he offers.

You squint. “As nice as my room?”

“Yeah, let’s just go to yours,” he says, and you giggle at how easily he gives in. As he walks down the talk, carrying you in his arms, you can see a smirk grow on his face. “But after we’re done, it’ll be as dirty as mine.”

“JJ!”

so... what did y'all think? I might consider making a part two where john b. finds out. is that something y'all would be interested in??

also... feedback is very much appreciated - pls comment, reblog, send asks, etc.!

[dollwrites]

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𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰 ∣ act four [ camboy ]

you felt like the luckiest girl in the world right now, and you weren’t quite sure why. the reasonable side of you kept reminding that you had not been the only girl in this hotel room tonight, and you wouldn’t be the last. but the superfan in you fought against that, awestruck by the fact that Conner Kent was giving you the ride of your life.

Conner had so many fans, after all; many men and women across the globe that were just like you— visiting his live every weekend. Fridays and Saturdays quickly became your favorite days in the week, when you could willingly drain your bank account just to watch this beautiful man you’d become infatuated with get off in every way imaginable. if your parents ever found out just how you spent your allowance, and how many of your credit cards you’d already maxed out just to watch your fantasy become reality, you could almost swear they would cut you off. to be completely honest with yourself, your fathers multi-million dollar company had only a few more years left of profit if your addiction to Conner’s live chat room didn’t die out. you couldn’t help it— you were hyperfixated, and last month, your favorite camboy had a very special announcement: a way to thank all of his loyal fans— by meeting up with several whilst he traveled the country and fucking them senseless live in his hotel rooms. needless to say, you’d been over the moon when your city was one of the first stops on his tour; you’d dreamed of fucking this man for months now, and now you’d have your chance.

and he hadn’t disappointed.

your body rocked forward, smearing your face into the pillow with every backshot that you took. it was already difficult to breathe, as you wore a mask that covered your mouth and nose to keep your anonymity, but when one of his palms pushed against the back of your head and held you flush against the pillow, too, you felt as if you were overheating. both hands clawed at the sheets that were damp with a mixture of your and Conner’s sweat to combat the maddening pressure of his thick cock driving into you over and over again. his size had been manageable when he fucked your pussy, but since the second he’d begun to ravage your virgin asshole, you’d become acutely aware of just how big he was. the stretch was unreal, and when he’d switched holes, he left your cunt feeling hollow and uncomfortably empty.

“Damn, sweetheart, you were born to be a little whore, weren’t you?” Conner taunted, his hand then sweeping down your head and over your shoulders, following the arch in your back. “Made for this, designed to give up your tight holes, and let me bust them wide open.”

there was a loud chime that played whenever a viewer donated. the longer the chime, the more money the donation was, and at this point, you were certain the noise had become a never-ending song. one donation bled into another, and then another, and that chime became the soundtrack to your decimation. “Heh,” Conner was grinning, though his teeth were bared, and he chuckled hoarsely. his thick, heavy palm swats at your ass, and he watches as the flesh recoils and jiggles. “Tight, little daddy’s girl wants to be my favorite fuck-meat?”

with your face buried in the sheets, you could smell his scent clinging to them, and you just hardly resisted the urge to push the mask down and lap at the wet linens like a needy dog. you yip and nod at his question, which only spurred more and more donations from the virtual audience. Conner swooned, spanking your ass again, and again, and once more until it stung. then, he dug his fingers into your skin, the discomfort flaring further as he groped handfuls of your soft, warm ass. “I think the audience wants to hear you, princess.” he teases, squishing your ass against his rough palm, doing little to massage the sting away. “Tell ‘em.”

you raise your head, albeit weakly, and stare directly into the lens. you can see yourself in the viewfinder, and ( if you were coherent enough to care ) you almost couldn’t believe the mess he’d made you. hair mussed up, on all fours, with glassy eyes and slick skin. Conner had put you through the wringer, and he, somehow, still wasn’t done. you almost couldn’t force the words out amongst the cries and grunts as he ravaged your ass. “I—I—- want to be your favorite fu—-ckmeat- shit!!”

Conner hits an incredibly tender cord when one hand slips underneath your belly, and two thick digits plug your drooling hole. your eyes roll back at the intensity of having both holes filled, and you grip the sheets tighter, sputtering against the cloth mask as your head drops forward.

“Nuh uh uh, princess,” Conner croons, and his free hand slides from your ass up to the nape of your neck and over the shape of your lolling head, making a fist at the crown to grip your roots and force your head back up. his hips snap more fiercely, now, filling your canal to the hilt, his balls slapping against his own hand as he pumps his fingers into your cunt in tandem. heavens above, how the hell was he so good at overloading you?! “You hear all that?” he asks, gruffly. he was beginning to snort and howl like an animal, too, but he smeared his sweaty cheek to yours when he hunches over, pressing his rock-solid torso to your back. “All that fucking money you’re making me? You should know better than anyone, baby girl, what the audience wants to see me do to a spoiled brat like you. What do they want?” he hisses it against your cheek, using his tongue to swirl the taste of your sweat around before pulling it into his mouth.

“They— want to see you fuck me stupid…!!” you cry out.

“That’s right,” Conner was scoffing and his voice was strained and husky as he plowed into you, now, gripping your hair tight enough to keep your brows knit tightly in discomfort. “So let’s not hide those pretty, pretty eyes. They want to see them glaze over. The more they get to see you break, the more they’re going to pay.”

it was the obvious answer. if you were in the audience, you would want to see it, too. how braindead Conner’s cock could drive the poor recipient of his earth-shattering, skillful fucking. however, being on the other end of it was somehow even better. being able to cum and cum and cum some more without this adonis even losing steam or vigor, making it clear that you wouldn’t have a single moment of peace until he was finished ( and yet? no end was in sight ), and feeling every thought— every worry and every feeling not directly connected to Conner Kent’s cock as he pounded you just fracture and fall away with every thrust into you. it was an addicting, degrading, delicious experience. one that you knew you’d never forget.

[duskvsdawn]

Good boy

Zeal and you thought Kaelix was so well-behaved the last time, that you two decided to break him and humiliate him just a little bit more.

≫ A/N: Kaelix won! He will be the puppy once more! I do think I might make a part 4 later where I will eventually still make Zeal the sub because it still sounds hot to me lmao.

Art credits.

Part 1. Part 2.

CW: afab reader, smut, Kaelix is an obedient puppy, Kaelix has a tiny asphyxiation kink, reader gets eaten out, Zeal gets his ass fingered and a blowjob at the same time, reader and Kaelix snowball Zeal's cum, Kaelix gets his ass pounded by Zeal, reader gets fucked by Kaelix at the same time, a mention of dacryphilia and overstim at the end

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You and Zeal had a special shopping trip planned. The two of you went to your favourite sex shop that you frequented, leaving Kaelix at home by himself to do some preparation work for his upcoming streams. The puppy play all of you had so far was enjoyed by all of you. But Zeal and you decided you wanted to make Kaelix such an adorable sub once more, but for that, you wanted something new to make it even more puppy-like. The owner of the shop greeted you, and when she heard about what you had planned, she giggled like an idiot, saying that it would look so good on him. So, after she helped you pick out the items you had in mind, you happily left and walked home holding hands like the adorable couple you are. People on the street would think you're just a regular couple, but little did they know there was a third person involved, and the things you were up to were anything but cute.

When you came home, Kaelix was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone.

"Oh, hey there! Already finished with your preparations?" you asked as you put down the bag on the dinner table.

"Yeah, I finished a little bit ago. Wasn't as much work as I initially thought it would be. What have you two been up to?" The bouncer asked as he tilted his head, and Zeal got flashbacks to you doing that a few days ago, and it made his heart flutter. He was so in love with this man, it's ridiculous.

"You know, we thought we'd buy something fun for tonight." you said with a giggle that made heat rise to Kaelix's face. He had an inkling it involved him as the main character, but he couldn't be sure. "Tell you what. Zeal, how about you put away the stuff we bought in a place where Kaelix will never find it, and I'll start making dinner. I'm kinda hungry." you continued.

"You got it, babe." the bartender replied. He gave you a kiss on your neck, and took the bag upstairs with him. Kaelix just had questionmarks written all over his features as you walked into the kitchen to start dinner. After a little while, Zeal came back downstairs and moved to sit next to the bouncer, wrapping his arm around him.

"Are you gonna tell me what you bought at all?" Kaelix asked his partner.

"You will find out later, pup," the bartender replied with a chuckle. Kaelix's mouth opened to say something, but ultimately decided against it. Did he call him 'pup' on purpose? Was it a hint? Or was it just something left over from what happened last time? He had called him that occasionally since then, after all. The two of them just sat in front of the tv and cuddled as you were humming some songs as you kept cooking. When you all finished dinner, Zeal decided he just had to make this happen now. He just had to see Kaelix wear this.

"How about we go upstairs? What do you say, pup?" Zeal asked his partner, and he eagerly nodded his head and followed the both of you upstairs, and you entered the bedroom. You shared a look with the bartender, and both of you took off your clothes. Kaelix had a blush covering his face once more as he looked at both of you with hearts in his eyes. He had a feeling this was going to be a special night.

"Strip, puppy," you demanded, and Kaelix was instantly wrapped around your guys' fingers. He did as you asked without any complaint, like the good boy he is. Zeal moved over to the cabinet where he hid the stuff, as you lay Kaelix down on the bed and kissed his neck as your hand wandered over his chest. Kaelix wanted to lean up to take a look at Zeal, to hopefully discover early what he was grabbing, but you wouldn't let him. "Eyes on me, boy," you said as you grabbed his face so he had to look into your eyes. Oh, how could he possibly look away from the beauty that is you? You were kissing his chest as Zeal came back to the bed, holding your newly aquired toys: a headband with dog ears, and a buttplug with a dog tail. Kaelix blushed one shade darker when he saw the new equipment. The bartender moved to sit next to his partner and put the dog ears on his head. The he pushed his legs backwards, essentially pushing him into a mating press to have access to his butt, and plugged him up with the tail.

"Tonight, you will do anything we ask you to do. Do you got that puppy? We will fuck you senseless all night since we're all free tomorrow anyway, and you will be a good boy, okay?" the bartender asked Kaelix as he scratched him behind his newly aqquired puppy ears, and the puppy happily nodded. But that wasn't good enough for the bartender. "Answer me, puppy. Will you do as we ask?" the bartender continued. "Yes, master," the puppy eventually replied, so incredibly turned on at this point. If that tail could actually wag, it surely would.

"Such a good boy for us already. Oh, we forgot something important! How could we possibly forget?" you said as you hopped off the bed to get the collar and leashes that were used on you a few days ago. You clipped the leashes onto the collar and then put that around Kaelix's neck. "God, just look at him. He looks so incredibly pretty. What shall we let him do first?"

"To be honest, I kinda wanna see him give you head. I bet puppy would love to please his mommy, won't you?" the bartender asked as he scratched Kaelix's head, and the bouncer leaned into his touch a he nodded his head. Truly, an adorable puppy who loves all the attention thrown at him. "If that's the case, I want you to do the same to him. I want to see him overwhelmed tonight." You said with a chuckle as you grabbed the leash attached to the collar around Kaelix's neck. "Stay right where you are, pup," you said as you positioned your dripping core above his face, after pushing his legs back down on the bed. Zeal in turn got between the bouncer's legs and took his dick in his hand and started moving his hand up and down. You tugged the leash to pull his face closer to your pussy, and Kaelix instantly got to work, greedily lapping up your wetness. His moans vibrated against your most private parts. You just always tasted so good to him, the perfect balance between salty and bitter. He lived to serve both of you, after all, at least for tonight. You threw your head backwards as you enjoyed the pleasure given to you. Kaelix grabbed your hips to pull them down onto his face. "Want you to sit on my face, mommy. Want to be squished by you until I'm close to suffocating," the pup whined, instantly digging in again when you put all your weight on his head. Zeal got so turned on by the scene before him, happy that his partners were getting such pleasure out of this, but he wanted to up the ante a little bit, so he put the tip of the bouncer's dick in his mouth as his hand worked the base. Kaelix felt on cloud nine. The combination of being suffocated by your weight as your juices dripped all over his face, and the stimulation from the bartender on his dick felt heavenly to him. You dropped the leash and grabbed a hold of Kaelix's hair, whispering "Fuck... You're being such a good boy for us. You are doing so well, making me feel so good." as you bit your bottom lip. The bartender wanted to give the puppy a bit more stimulation, but the buttplug was in the way. He was contemplating if he would pull it out so he could put his fingers inside of him, but he decided to wait a little bit longer and deepthroat him for now instead. Kaelix struggled to breathe, but both of you knew he liked it that way, but you still gave him the chance to do so, of course. You could feel yourself getting closer, so your fingers dug into the bouncer's scalp. He was getting close himself, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be allowed to cum just yet. He whined against your core, the pressure was building in his lower stomach, and he wanted to release so bad, but when the bartender noticed he was on the cusp of doing so, he stopped all stimulation, making him whine even louder. "Soon, pup, soon," the bartender said with a chuckle, seeing him gasp for air as you forced his head even closer to you. And with some aggressive sucking on your clit, you fell apart, your release dripping all over his face. You got up and lay down next to him, showering him in kisses and praises. "You are a precious puppy, and I love you. You're such a good boy," you said as you left a loving kiss on his forehead and patted his head, and the pup leaned into your touch, experiencing such bliss because he made you cum even though his orgasm was ripped away from him

"Just look at you. Such a needy boy. But I think it's time you please your master, don't you think?" you asked, and Kaelix nodded as a response and instantly moved over to Zeal. Zeal grabbed the leash and pulled the boy closer. "What do you want me to do, master? I'll do anything for you," the bouncer said with an adorable pout that made Zeal's heart melt. "Think for yourself, my boy, you know what I like," the bartender said as he lay on his back, pulling Kaelix's head closer to his for a French kiss. The bouncer nodded and got between his partner's legs, after he grabbed the bottle of lube you handed him, because you knew what was going to happen next. The bouncer covered his fingers in lube as he pushed his partner's legs towards his chest to give him easier access. Slowly, Kaelix pushed one finger into the bartender's butt, soon pushing in a second when his partner tugged on the leash, showing his impatience. Kaelix started moving his fingers in and out, and the bartender let out a gasp that ended in a moan when Kaelix's fingers rubbed against his prostate. The bouncer felt motivated by his partner's reaction and decided to abuse the power handed to him and kept rubbing his prostate. Zeal was turning into a moaning mess at this point, and you moved over to shove your tongue into his mouth to shut him up.

"Am I doing okay, master? Do I make you feel good?" the pup asked, but the raven bartender couldn't reply as your tongue was still in his mouth. So instead, he let out a loud moan, and his hand reached around for the leash to give it a tug as a sign he was enjoying himself. "I think you're doing pretty good, pup, he can't shut up," you said with a chuckle as the bartender closed his eyes, letting out a low moan. "I want to make you cum, master. So I will try my best." the bouncer said as he sped up the movements of his hand, and then took his partner's cock in his mouth to start sucking it. At this point, Zeal could not contain the sounds leaving his mouth, and he could feel his orgasm approaching fast. "So close... Doing so good, fuck-" the raven bartender said as his orgasm overcame him, and released into the pup's mouth. "You better swallow, or your master will be upset," the bartender continued, trying to catch his breath. "I got a better idea," you said, beckoning the puppy to come closer to you, and he instantly knew what you meant. He put his lips on yours and shared the load of cum with you, and you moaned at the sensation of his tongue brushing against yours as you tasted Zeal's cum. As the bartender saw you two making out, sharing his cum, he got hard again.

Your hands wandered over Kaelix's back as you lay down, pulling him down with you. "I want you to fuck me with all you have, pup. Can you do that for mommy?" you asked in between kisses, and your partner eagerly nodded. "What do you say when your mommy asks you something?" the bartender said as he slapped Kaelix's behind. "Ah! Yes mommy, yes master!" the boy replied with a gasp as he felt Zeal pull the tail buttplug out of his ass. Oh, how badly he wanted to get his ass pounded. And when fingers coated in lube entered him, he knew his wish was getting granted soon. "Don't forget about me, puppy," you said with a giggle as you pulled his hips closer to yours. When he felt his partner enter his ass, he then inserted himself into you and started a brutal pace, just the way you liked it. But the bartender would follow suit, moving in and out with harsh thrusts. The bouncer was a moaning mess, getting overwhelmed by all the pleasure he was experiencing.

"Bark for me, boy," you said. You knew he was going to whine about it, but you threatened to edge him if he didn't. "Arf, bork bork!" he finally let out between moans. "Good boy. Bark some more, or you will not be coming anytime soon." "But master, I just did..." the bouncer said with a puppy-like whine. "Listen to your master and bark or we will shove a vibrator up your ass and take it out every time you get close," you said as you pushed the pup away from you so Zeal could wrap his arms around him to prevent him from being able to thrust into you, after he stopped moving himself. "Bork bork! Arf Wruff wruff!" Kaelix complied while blushing 50 shades of red in embarrassment. "That's it pup, good boy," you said, and you allowed him to continue fucking you, and Zeal followed suit.

You tugged on the leash to pull he pup's face closer to yours so you could capture his lips in a hungry kiss. Meanwhile, Zeal leaned over him to assault his neck with kisses and whispers of praise into his ear as one of his hands found his nipple to pull on it. The bouncer could feel he was getting close, but luckily for him, both of you were as well, and you were feeling generous.

"Ah, fuck. I'm so close, pup... Make me cum." you said inbetween moans as you held your partner as close as you possibly could. If your body could absorb his, you would do it in a heartbeat. Kaelix knew what to do, and snaked one hand between the two of you to rub your clit. You moaned even louder in his ear and clawed at his back as you covered the other side of his neck with kisses. "Fuck, I'm close too, puppy." Zeal said with a low growl, sinking his teeth into his partner's neck. And with a little more stimulation, the three of you fell apart together. Both of the boys collapsed next to you.

However, you were far from done, and so was Zeal. So the two of you made Kaelix cum, and cum, and cum some more. The two of you made him unravel so much that at the end of the night, he was a whimpering, whining, crying mess. And oh, it looked so beautiful to both of you. But when the three of you decided you had had enough, you laid the pup between the two of you and showered him in kisses, gentle touches and praises. With the smile of a lovesick puppy, and in a fucked out bliss, he fell asleep between the two of you as you hugged him close.

[svngof-inks]

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐓.

Pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Reader

Prior to the Dance of the Dragon, the vow between Daemon and his paramour lingered without knowing if it will last.

Inspired by the Song of Achilles, Patrochilles. Credit to Madeline Miller for the quote.

fanfiction | House of the Dragon

When Rhaenyra had received the tidings of Lucerys' demise, she crumpled at her place, unable to rein in her sorrow. The passing of her offspring, now her cherished child that she held so close to her heart. All hastened to her side, tending to her as she sought solace in her chamber.

The remnants of the young boy and his dragon washed ashore on Dragonstone.

Dread seized you as you bathed in the balmy waters. You chewed at your lower lip, grappling with the impending storm that loomed over all. None shall emerge unscathed. The dragons shall clash and waltz until one prevails and the other succumbs.

The downfall of the dragons was imminent.

Lost in reverie, you failed to perceive the door creaking open, heralding the entrance of the man. Only when his hand alighted on your shoulder did you startle with a soft gasp.

"'It is me, my love." His rich voice banished the tumultuous thoughts. You lifted your gaze to meet his, discerning the unease mirrored in his eyes; he too foresaw the looming conflict.

A hush fell upon you both as you reclined against his embrace, swallowing the lump formed in your throat. You prayed that neither of you shall meet a grim fate. The throne could fall to the Greens, yet your sole concern was your beloved.

Daemon tenderly kissed your temple. "You are tense," he observed, caressing your shoulder blade. "Tell me your worries." A gentle plea. He had never been unkind to you. Never.

You spoke, "Daemon, war is on the coming. Lucerys shall be avenged one way or another, and I dread it shall claim us both." The chamber was filled with a hushed breeze, engulfing the palpable tension and fear that gripped you so tightly. The water now felt icy to the touch, unlike its previous warmth, unlike his touch.

The Prince remained silent, pressing another kiss on your temple. After a pause, he murmured, "In the end, we all meet our demise, my love. Such fears need not consume you. War was inevitable when that drunk cunt of a king seized Rhaenyra's throne in our absence." Yet his words failed to offer solace as intended.

Turning towards him, you twisted your body to face his. Tears once concealed now brimmed in your eyes as you clasped his hands. "I care not for the Greens or the throne. Death does not faze me. It is our parting that I dread. I cannot bear to be parted from you, plagued daily by fear for our safety." Your words were a soft whisper, tinged with regret at the tremor in your voice. How could you rein in your emotions when his life hung by a thread much like yours?

The Prince knelt closer, his eyes reflecting a love unmatched. "The gods are cruel. They shall never grant you lasting joy and triumph."

Drawing nearer, relishing his words, you leaned into his gaze.

"I'll tell you a secret" he raised your chin, locking eyes with you. "I shall be the first." Boldness shimmered in his gaze, deepening your affection for him. "Swear it."

"Why me?"

"You are the reason. Swear it."

Enveloped in fervent love and unwavering devotion to him, you uttered a vow that would alter your lives forever. "I swear it."

A grin played upon his lips.

"I feel like I could eat the world raw."

[mikobeautifulheart]

hi!! 💗

i was wondering if you could do a yuji drabble wherein he walks into our dorm and we're just BAWLING and he goes to comfort us thinking it's serious and is like "it's okay.. you're bf is here.." bc he SUCKS as comforting people (LMFAOO) and then after a while when we calm down we tell him (still crying..?) that one of our favorite MALE (heskeske) characters died in an anime and he just gets all dramatic and jealous and then gets gojo-sensei in on the situation 🤭🤭 like a whole AITA 💀

this request is a bit short and not so explanatory, but idc how you write it since it's yuji and i'll read ANYTHING abt yuji. 💋

ASK AND YOU. SHALL. RECIVEEEEE. (Recive it unedited.)

Here we go.

Yuji who sucks at comforting you only to getting jealous over 'guy'

Yuji knocks on your door, he wanted to drop off some of the books he borrowed from you only to get no response. It was weird because he knew you were in your dorm...

"NOOOOOO" You yelled making Yuji panic

"Y/N ARE YOU OKAY?" He said as he burst open your door only to see you balled up on your bed crying into your pillow while muttering random sentences hysterically.

"He was-HIC- so-HIC-"

"Calm down Y/N are you okay?!" Yuji asked scanning your body for any inguries

"NOO IM NOT" you shouted throwing the pillow in your arms at the T.V infront of you before going back to crying.

"Shhhh calm down what if Nobora hears you?" he said with an awkward look on his face.

You stopped everything and stared at him.

"You monster-" you said before the tears rolled down your cheeks again.

"Do you not care?" you said through tears with your lip quivering.

"Okay, okay, i'm sorry but I can't help you if I don't know wats wrong." he said rubbing circles in your back in an attempt to soothe you.

It was no use because you really started to cry now.

"What's going on? I heard someone crying" Gojo asked sticking his head in the door way of your dorm.

"First he-he, and now Yuji, MY OWN BOYFRIEND DOSEN'T CARE ABOUT ME"

"I DO!" he retaliates

Gojo scans the room laying his eyes on your T.V seeing the end credits of Demon slayer playing. His face went white.

"No- Don't tell me-"

You nodded your head up and down aggressively while sniffing into a tissue

"RENGOKU-SAN" Gojo yelled grabbing the T.V by the screen watching the credits go by.

Yuji finally realized what this was all about.

"Are you kidding me?" He turned to you stiffly.

"Y/N...He's not real, your crying over someone who's not real-"

You and Gojo both froze

"Yuji, clearly you don't understand the gravity of the situation" Gojo starts.

"You see when someone with a pure heart and soul dies, no matter if they are real OR NOT, its a hard loss. Its like if they killed the earth worm man in the first Human worm movie."

Yuji turns his attention back to you

"You didn't even cry this much when I 'died'" Yuji mumbled

"THATS COMPLETLY DIFFERENT!" You said offended that he would even consider bring that up right now.

"YOUR RIGHT, HES NOT REAL AND YOUR CRYING OVER HIS DEATH WHILE I 'DIED' AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN CRY THIS MUCH."

Mean while Gojo laid on your floor muttering the lyrics to the end credit song while crying.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: some of this totally isn't based off a personal experience. Anyways I hope this is close to what you wanted anon. And thanks for your request. reblogs are welcomed btw.

[strryhaze]

Ya know what….what songs would you want on a Kennedy series? 👀👀

i’m gonna cry this is one of the best asks i’ve ever received. thankyouthankyouthankyou for giving me the chance to do this 😭 here we go!

well we gotta start with the golden one here! and that’s lost at sea by lana del rey.

i imagine this song in the opening intro for some reason — either this song specifically or a grander, more orchestral version of lost at sea. and have it be a recurring sort of background theme (like a subdued, instrumental score, a variation of lost at sea) that plays during significant scenes of the family. i also imagine it playing during an emotional young jack scene. either during the war or shortly after. the song has such a haunting, nostalgic tone to it. lana’s voice carries a simple yet emotive touch to it while the melody has so much going on underneath. it’s like a forgotten song, a whole history, shimmering deep beneath the ocean.

two. in the aeroplane over the sea by neutral milk hotel.

this song would be playing in the beginning of an episode during the late 60s. we see a little boy with a beatles-inspired hair cut running around, either in a park, or a garden, or in jackie’s new york apartment. we see the back of his frame first but then we slowly realize who it is as the camera pans over to his face. he’s causing an absolute delightful chaos. it’s a happy scene, sweet and idyllic and hopeful. looking at the world through a child’s eyes. young john’s eyes, specifically. but there’s almost a sad tinge to it, for what the lyrics foreshadow and for what we the audience know of his future.

three. the end by the doors.

i found this song watching a murder at the end of the world and it makes me emotional every time i listen to it. it was released in 1967 and so i imagine it playing in bobby’s last episode. right when he’s walking down to give his speech and he’s talking to his aides and friends for the last time, shaking hands, asking about the food, giving his last smiles. or in the final scene as we go on to the end credits after it happens :/

four. rocket man by elton john

definitely like a…. s5 teddy kennedy song.

five. my reverie by larry clinton & his orchestra

i remember reading somewhere that this was one of jfk’s favorite songs. so definitely have this playing during the war years. maybe while jack is writing to joe or maybe while joe is living real life masters of the air and dancing with english women. or better yet, this song beneath a subtle, sweet scene of inga arvad and jack!

six. video killed the radio star by the buggles.

i can very vividly imagine this playing during a segment of teddy’s struggles during his failing presidential campaign 😭😭 he was going THROUGH it. him and everyone else around him. then the music would die down in the middle of the episode and it would get very serious and then the final scene of that episode would him be bombing that one question in a video interview (wink wink):”why do you wanna be president?”

seven. out of time by the rolling stones .

jackie choosing to have FUN herself while onassis is out being his miserable, cheating self.

eight. a sunday kind of love by etta james .

okay this one is sweet but kind of angsty at the same time. i imagine it playing during a montage of jack and jackie returning from their honeymoon, settling into their georgetown home. they’re truly acting like the brand new married couple that they are. we see jackie writing thank you notes for the wedding gifts. they both have opinions about the furniture and they’re wondering if the living room color is the right shade. jackie wants to bring in dining chairs specifically brought in from france. they’re both going out on late-afternoon strolls whilst gossiping about the neighbors and the congressmen. we see them running and going, in and out the house, a unit. one night, they go to a restaurant with bobby and ethel. we see bobby give jack an appraising look that jack dutifully ignores. jack is obviously indulging this honeymoon ‘act’ for a little while longer and we can see him enjoying it and believing it and almost, almost trusting it. letting himself go. but we see him start to get inexplicably frustrated. he snipes suddenly at jackie when she tries to help him out of bed. he starts to leave breakfast earlier than usual. he begins reading the newspaper instead of listening to what jackie has to say. he only hums along and sighs whenever jackie won’t let him focus on whatever he’s reading. we see jackie ask him if he wants to go take a walk with her. he says he’s too busy while rummaging between documents, doesn’t even look at her. the distancing starts with these little things, little details, that jackie ever the observer immediately catches onto but tries to ignore. until one night, after having set the table, jack doesn’t come in on time. minutes, hours pass. jackie goes to bed, concern and suspicion etched all over her face. we know what’s running through her mind. she turns off the light. the other side of the bed remains empty. and yes, this song is playing the entire time throughout the entire montage until it fades. the sunday kind of love jackie had hoped for fading as well. her reality sets in heavily.

nine. the diplomat’s son by vampire weekend.

IDGAF. idgaf if this was released ten years too late. this is a john f kennedy junior song through and through and i would want it played on #my kennedy series!

ten. hallelujah (i love her so) by stevie wonder.

an ethelbobby song 😭❤️ during their very first years of marriage. hell, maybe even during their courting days + them going out to dances my shaylas

eleven. soar (main title theme) from masters of the air

okay this doesn’t count really but i just wanted to say that something like this during joe jr’s last flight :( and we get flashes of scenes of him throughout the show. until it all ends in one big white flash or seeing his face, knowing something’s wrong before it all goes black.

twelve. september song by ella fitzgerald.

this one is a cover of an older song that jack used to sing before dinner accompanied by the piano playing of his mother :( i imagine this one playing during jack’s last summer with his family in hyannis. also am i the only who finds the fact that jack sang these lyrics as a young man a little haunting though? (oh the days dwindle down to a precious few / september, november / and these few precious days, i’d spend with you)

thirteen. someone to watch over me by ella fitzgerald, london symphony orchestra.

a period-accurate bobbyjackie anthem! the lyrics are so scrumptious guys. need this playing after they both attend the theater and it’s like. drizzling or something idk. sue me! it’s late and the streets are nearly empty. bobby accompanies jackie back to her apartment bc it’s late and they both chatter ab the play and etc etc over a warm cup of tea in quiet, hushed voices. quiet, hushed laughter. or it could also be playing after a late-night soirée during the white house years when bobby walks her back to her room or in an episode of their winter ski trip :((

[ecargmura]

Oshi No Ko Episode 24 Review + Final Thoughts - Season 3 Has Been Announced

When one revenge door closes, another opens. Aqua’s revenge comes to a close, but Ruby’s door has opened. Uh-oh. What’s going to happen now? Fortunately, Season 3 has been announced, meaning the story is definitely not over, especially with the post-credit scene…

The finale of Season 2 is like both a conclusion and build up for the events of the upcoming next season. Ruby has been out of it after finding Goro’s corpse, but learns from the creepy crow girl that a famous idol gave birth in Miyazaki 16 years ago and that the doctor in charge of her disappeared during the birthing. She also mentions that before the birth, there were two people sneaking around the hospital, one being the stalker and the other…well… Ruby figures out that this could be the twins’ father and that’s how her desire for revenge starts. It was like how Aqua decided to get his revenge after realizing who was behind Ai’s murder when he was a toddler. The buildup is the same, but Ruby wants to get revenge for two people…is that why she has two black stars on her eyes compared to Aqua who only had one as he only wants to get revenge for AI? Also, Ruby, why are you trusting the words of this creepy little girl so easily? She could be lying to you…but at this point, there are no lies here.

For Aqua, it did feel as if he wanted to break up with Akane, but decided not to and officially date her last minute. Given that he’s a people pleaser, I guess he got cold feet and decided to date her because he felt bad seeing her cry. Poor Kana. However, I am getting a little tired of the dragging love triangle subplot Aqua, Akane and Kana have going on. The writer keeps backpedaling a lot and it’s getting really annoying. This is why I advocate for Akane and Kana to get together and for Aqua and Melt to get together, but alas, this is a manga written by a man…

It’s interesting how both seasons of Oshi no Ko ends with a B-Komachi song. However, the one for this season is a little more bittersweet as Ruby got her dark stars and isn’t as happy and chipper as before. I think the best thing about Oshi no Ko is that time passes. Now, some time passes that a year officially passes, making Ruby and Aqua 17 years old and second years, while Kana and Akane are going to be 18 and in their third year of high school. Time does play an important factor in this story, so I’m glad that it’s not a stagnant concept.

But yeah, the post-credit scene is pretty crazy in that Aqua and Ruby’s father officially reveals himself by murdering a girl. What’s interesting is that Hikaru, the name of the father, has purple eyes. Guess who also has purple eyes? Yep, Taiki Himekawa does. That makes me wonder where Aqua’s blue eyes came from. I guess it was split since blue and red makes purple as both parents have purple eyes in a sense. Hikaru looks like a celebrity, so why haven’t people noticed the similarities between him and Aqua looks-wise? I guess Aqua’s face is more like a male version of Ai in the sense that Kaburagi pointed out that he has similarities towards Ai in terms of facial structure so I’m assuming Aqua’s face leans towards looking more like Ai than Hikaru’s?

I think the Hoshino family is pretty interesting in the sense that both Ruby and Hikaru have their dark stars protruding out of their eyes and its on both eyes while Aqua only had it on his right eye and it doesn’t protrude as much—only time it did was when he was four and during the stage play. I just look at the dark stars and wonder how they gonna blink.

Speaking of which, the voice actors for Hikaru and creepy crow girl have been officially revealed. Hikaru is voiced by Mamoru Miyano and Tsukuyomi, the crow girl, is voiced by Hina Kino. I honestly can’t wait to see what these two have in store for next season. It’s been a while since I heard Miyano voice someone who’s quietly psychotic. He normally voices loud, pompous and flamboyant crazy guys, so I honestly can’t wait to hear him voice someone so soft-spoken to the point it’ll be creepy. Hina Kino normally plays cute little girls, so she’ll be playing against type too.

I can’t wait to see what next season has to offer.

Final Thoughts

Unpopular opinion: I liked the Stage Play arc. People might complain how it detracts from the revenge story, but I liked what it presented. However, the ending of the arc did show that it was still a part of the revenge story regardless of how it was written. It’s nice seeing new sides to our favorite characters and how the new ones are integrated into the plot.

For the characters, I did like seeing new sides to them. I’m still a big Aqua fan, so I’m glad that I got to see different sides to him. It was also nice seeing more sides to Kana and Akane, and even Ruby too! I just wished that some side characters were utilized a bit more. It sucks that out of the characters involved with the revenge plot, only Himekawa has a direct connection to it. I’d like to see Aqua involving one more person into his revenge scheme even if it isn’t Himekawa. Speaking of which, I do think that him concluding his father is dead and his revenge is done still does feel out of character for him.

I do think it was a step up from the previous season where the animation quality has improved tremendously. I especially loved Melt’s parts. The voice acting has improved tremendously as well. All of the voice actors did a spectacular job with going into their character and the character that they play for the stage play. It was really nice seeing new sides to the voice actors. As someone who likes hearing voices, it was a real treat for me!

It was nice learning about how stage plays worked. It was also nice to learn how manga adaptations worked as well. I feel like learning about various types of media feels super educational for me. It’s always interesting to learn new things. Though, I do admit that Oshi No Ko’s interpretation of how these things work might not be super accurate, but I still do appreciate getting an insight.

Overall, I do think Season 2 is a huge improvement from the first season. Like I said, that’s an unpopular opinion. I honestly can’t wait to see what Season 3 has in store. Will it still be in Aqua’s perspective or will it be in Ruby’s? I might start the manga out of curiosity of what will happen next… What are your thoughts on the second season and will you be in tune for Season 3?

[warm-throated]

Sick rambling about The Collector (2009)

This again. Cold got worse so I've just been movie-watching. Like the last post, spoilers ahead.

This movie. My God. It was so good, man. So, so good. If I was dating, this would be the movie I'd watch with them to gauge ... things. Halfway through the film I opened AO3 to find Arkin x The Collector works—there's 86 works in English !

Firstly, Arkin and the Collector are both so persistent. So fun to watch them. The build up until he catches Arkin was amazing. When Arkin is knocked out and the intro music plays (I think ? or a similar sounding song), I was swooning. I'm still in awe. And yeah, I could probably say something about the pacing being set up like edging, then denial, then relief, then a "Oh, you thought it was over?" gotcha moment. And then ! The post-credits scene with Arkin in the box and the Collector sitting on top of it, kicking it to shut him up. Agh! I love it. I love it so much.

The pacing was great. Visually stunning. Adored the overhead, bird's eye view shots. The visual cross-section it created was sickening—you can imagine the floor plans the Collector might use as he initially plans. All the traps were so fun and elaborate. I laughed at the first wire pulley system because wtf, but genuinely so fun. Do feel bad about the cat, though it was very obviously fake (Salem-looking).

The cockroach scene was really cool. Honestly, I think that's when I could articulate what I liked so much about the film. The attention to detail for the traps, they're so well-thought-out. For example, the flame at the jar of the cockroaches to scare them into biting into Arkin to escape the heat or visual discomfort from the flame 🥰 And cutting into Arkin to encourage the cuties into biting into his flesh while also inflicting pain🥰

Special mention: Arkin shoving Larry back in the box. The Collector kicking it to make Larry shut up. Accidentally electrocuting the shit out of Larry. Using Larry as a battering ram. I'm crying.

And yeah, I put the GIF because I'm curious to know whether the Collector stole the van from the exterminators, is one of the exterminators, or has watched the place long enough to know which extermination company was present and thus what logo he'd need to decal on his van—I'm assuming the third since he ripped it off like a bandaid, but how sinister (how hot) would it be if he was one of the exterminators Arkin had interacted with?

I'm so excited to watch the next film. I had an aspect of the ending spoiled to me which is contributing to my enthusiasm.

[popculturebuffet]

Mighty Morphin Power Rangers the Movie Review: Oozers always Win!

Happy Birthday @brotoman-exe! Hope you like your present. So as both an act of good will and now a tangible patreon bonus for subscribers who have been around a year, I give my longtime patrons a free birthday review. After showing me the glory that is Ralph Bakshi's masterpiece american pop, Brotoman decided to go for something more dumb and fun this year. So instead of a deep dive into a forgotten animated masterpiece.. i'm looking at one of the most gloriously dumb films ever made.

Cards on the table: even if I wasn't doing this as a birthday gift i'd HAPPILY cover this movie. Besides being a casual power rangers fan and already covering the boom comics for his patreon reviews, I just love this very dumb movie. I grew up with it, the promos, the MOUNTAIN of merch and then when I got more into movie watching around 7 years back, I rewatched it. And let me tell you if you haven't in a while this film is gloriously stupid. It's cheesy as hell and like the rest of the Mighty Morphin era wears that on it's sleeve: We get a mountain of catchphrases, a gloriously hammy once in a generation villian, dodgy cgi final battles, nut shots, unecessary b plots, billy getting a taste for blood and an unitnetionally hilarious but still shockingly dope soundtrack. This is the kind of film that reminds me why I love my job. It can get exausting at times, I can slack off and make mistakes.. but god help me getting to review a film about a bunch of teens having to get ninja powers to fight a hammy ooze man trying to use dodgy cgi and one liners to take over the world cumilating in a day saving nut shot... it maks me happy in what I choose to do with my life and secure in it. Anxiety can be a bitch.. but ivan ooze makes it a bit easier to manage. So join me as under the cut IT'S MORPHIN TIME

MMPR the movie begins the way most epics do... by having 5 teenagers with attitude skydive to aerosmith's half assed cover of higher ground. Both times i've rewatched this movie I forgot this was the song and both times I burst into laughter for a good two minutes. It is such a weird way to open even this film. Also Bulk and Skull are there and as usual their awesome, being afraid to jump and apparently taking half an hour to do so... and naturally only doing so for free snacks. I would also only jump out of a plane for free snacks. These guys are my people.

The film has a hilarously cheesy soundtrack, choosing a lot of stock songs and either using weird covers or just having i'ts own songs, like one song rambling about "danger boy and danger girl". Mostly though it's da hits for the parents who will not be watching this film if they can help it. Find your own way home billy daddy's not watching this. We get the aformentioned over the top higher ground cover and when the rangers casually rollerblade after their charity skydiving, it's set to a cover of "Free ride' which doe sobjectively slap but never ceases to make me laugh. We also get Shampoo's banging song Trouble, a kick ass cover of the theme my friend @davenskilnyk obsesses over to this day, and end the film on a combo of I GOT THE POWER nad van halen's dreams. Which suprisngly works. The credits also has a techno remix of kung fu fighting, which really sums up this whole film better than I ever could hope.

The film has the same fun campy vibe of the show, simply injected with cocaine: everything feels bigger from the budget, to the soundtrack to the villian. If you want to relive your childhood with the mighty morphin power rangers, this is the best way to do it: a quick breezy 90 minute shot of nostalgia that's hilaroius in all the perfectly wrong ways.

The plot is fairly standard but works fine enough: Lord Zed, the power rangers veiny somewhat terrifying nemisis, decides to awaken an ancient evil to kill those teenagers he just can't seem to murder what good. That evil is the best part of this film, mr Ivan Ooze. Ivan is played to perfection by vetran actor Paul Freeman, who while skilled dramatically FULLY understood what franchise he was in. Ivan is a walking joke machine: Genuinely funny at times, like mentioning the brady bunch reunion among the darkest moments of humanity he missed, hiilaroiusly over the top always, and delightfully charamaatic. Zed and Rita are no slouches in over the top antics nor hamminess so it really says something Ooze shows them up when they do share scenes. It's a wonder he wasn't used for the Boom comics and hopefully the current universe will. I get he wasn't canon but he's easy enough to graft in there and freeman is still around.

Ooze is also a very competent villain: his plan for the most part is pretty damn thought out: He sends his ooze men to distract the rangers, where we get a very long fight scene that's worth it for the sheer amount of weird shit we get thrown as having a higher budget meant the writers threw in a lot of weird shit: Aisha has headlamps for her helmet, billy uses a grappling hook, and billy also dips his hand in his enemies blood and makes a catchphrase.

While ooze easily breaks into the command center, breaks alpha and breaks everything leaving Zordon in some kind of death avacado in the middle of where his tube was.

This also means the rangers are depowered and out of luck while Ooze easily traps Zed and Rita in a snowglobe as Zed was following the doctor eggman school of unleashing evil abominations and thinking about the consequences later.

Ivan's plan to conquer the world is somehow chilling, painfully 90's, and gloriously convoluted all at once. So his plan is to distribute his ooze to children

As a fun substance that doesn't require you to remember you are one but is fun and encourages kids to act out, throw it in their parents faces and generally go forth and be 90s. When it reaches their parents it brainwashes them using lightning after effects to go dick up his ecto morphicons, a truly fantastic name. Basically his own zords, which itself is dope: it is a treat to see a big bad get his own zord and one that is only not eating the world right now because Lord Zed forgot to plug it in over night.

There are so many delightful holes in this plan from "What if a parent dosen't touch the ooze" to "what if they just throw it otu" to "why didn't you just try and market this to adults as a holistic healing scam or as condoms shaped like ivan ooze's face?" "Why don't any of the other adults we see panicing later do anything about this?" "Why is this a subplot?"

The last one I can answer: they needed to pad the runtime so they added Fred a kid sidekick whose dad gets hyjacked and was also in the skydiving fundraiser for the school. There's no arc.. Fred just wants to save his dad from forced labor then getting told to jump off a cliff. And that part.. is genuinely creepy as is the dazed acting from the brainwashed parents. Less creepy when Ivan and Goldar enjoy making one dance for them because their bored which is weirdly wholesome: what their doing is awful but you rarely get to see Goldar actually relax and Ivan is a better boss than rita or zed. No really, he treats goldar with respect, only gets angry with his minons when they screw up, and the one he mostly abuses is pig monster.

OH yes to save on puppets i'm assuming they didn't make a puppet for any of rita's other minons and instaed just kinda made a wild pig instead

Really the plot is just there to pad things out so they can make it 90 minute when you could've just had.. ivan ooze's ooze men or his tenga warriors dig it for him instead. Oh yeah he gets the tengas that would end up ins eason 3 for some reason. They nearly kill the depowered rangers, get stopped by a lady with magic sticks and get killed for their failures.

That way you could focus more on the adventure plot: If your not going to have the rangers on screen for most of your power rangers movie, likely because the suits were a waking nightmare to work in despite being fancier than the sentai suits, then at least just give the kids more dumb fun action on a jungle planet with a magical owl lady.

Basically our heroes go to look for an ultimate power, nearly die, then Dulcea, a guardian and old student of zordons shows up. She also threatens to murder them so they won't get themselves killed trying to do this.. and then does a full 180, baby, when they reveal their all students of zordon. She's entirely find with teenagers recklessly risking their lives if the giant tube man say's it's cool yo.

So she gives them ninja powers based on their animal spirits: The Falcon for Tommy, Crane for Kim, Bear for Aisha, Ape for Rocky, Wolf for my man billy and for adam

God bless Johnny Young Bosh for that delivery. He really did not get nearly enough to do. Also Rocky is told he has the "Wisdom" of an ape...

SO our heroes have to go on a deadly quest that involves fighting a really bitching practical effects bone dinosaur. Every film should have a practical effects bitfching bone dinosaur. Can you imagine Dennis Quaid riding one of those in the substance? Majestic.

They then fight some less exciting guardian mosnters.. not bad designs the fight just goes on for 80 years.

This all leads to the climax. While Child Sidekick of the Week #87 helps rally the kids and bulk and skull to save their parents, don't ask why Bulk and skull were there, the rangers have a robot riot against ooze's robots.

The cgi here is...

Hilarious. It's also baffling as they could've made zord suits and just had people punch each other. It works on tv. CGI was NOT ready for this. I mean now if we ever get another power rangers movie yeah, sure, but back then it just looks so much worse compared to the actual zord

The budget's lower sure but damn does it look decent. The first stage of the fight is just kinda weak and ivan gets the upper hand by fuzing with his zord. Thankfully after saving the kids for their b plot, tommy connects with the ninja megazord and the fight begins in earnest.

It's then we get one of the truly great climaxes of all time: so at the skydiving findraiser for the obsveatory, it was mentioned a comet was passing through. And instead of bringing audrey 2, da do, or ending Avatar the Last Airbender, our heroes plan is to get ivan in position so the comet hits him. And how do they paralyze him? do they use a cool new technique or the ways of the ninja? Do they have bulk and skull grow giant and hold him down? No my friends.. this one is more glorious. As I mentioned before they stomp him in the nuts. They knee him in the boingloings. They obliterate his tiny dancers. The sweep the sack. They knee the big bad in the groin and leave him to die by comet

It's so beautifully dumb, so wonderfully crass. Few children's film end with the villian getting hit in the groin by a giant robots and more should. I don't think there's much you could do to make Dune Part 2 better but having Paul knee Feyd in the junk while both are piloting giant fighting machines.

So the day is saved via nutshot, the heroes celebrate as a celebration just. .manfiests set to van halen, Fred is teased as a ranger and Bulk and Skull take credit and the rangers roll their eyes. Hey come on they fire hosed a bunch of parents from going off a cliff. Their heroes too.

This movie is nonsense. Pure, joyous, oozy nutshotty kung fu fighting techno remixed nonsense. This is not a good movie.. but it is a throughly ENJOYABLE film for being so dumb. The actors all know what their in, the writers know what their making, it's a very dumb movie designed to tell toys and entertain children and it did so well while also entertaining this grown man. I respect movies that try, that really challenge you, that do something new or unique or tell a tale from a perspective that hasn't gotten it's say, that push boundries.

But you can also enjoy a film that's just fucking dumb, knows it is and dosen't care. MMPR the Movie Dosen't give a fuck it's stupid, it DARES to be stupid and that's what makes it so wonderful. I"m pulling for ya, we're all in this together.

[naussensei]

First Year SatoSugu

It may have been a good thing that Suguru’s first mission was that intense and traumatic, because every subsequent mission felt like a joke after that. Or maybe it was Yaga’s presence in each mission that helped ease Suguru’s nerves. Surely that played a role, too, even if Satoru would never credit him. There was comfort for both in knowing that, at the end of the day, someone would be waiting for them in the car to drive them home, full with words of praise or reprimands –sometimes both– on their way to grab fast food, something that had quickly turned into a routine.

After his fourth mission, Suguru was starting to get the hang of it, and by the time August came, he’d counted at least 20 missions, but stopped counting after that. Perhaps Satoru was not wrong in claiming he was the strongest, because every time they were sent on a mission together, it was over before he could blink, and soon they were either lounging at the dorms playing videogames with Shoko, or being scolded in Yaga’s office– more often than not, thanks to Satoru’s doing.

The scolding became more frequent now. Suguru got in trouble for things he never thought he could get in trouble with before. For a school that had almost no written rules, everything could be a potential breach. 

Today, unfortunately, was one of those days when he had to sit at Yaga’s office, and he could not even fully blame Satoru for it.

After that day’s mission, Suguru braced himself to hear Yaga endless scolding on their way back to the school, but to his surprise, Yaga had been exceptionally quiet the whole drive, somehow making it even worse. When they reached the school, the man got out of the car, just as quietly, and sent them to their dorms to shower and tend to their wounds, summoning them to his office later.

As he walked the endless aisle toward Yaga’s office, Suguru was already reflecting on what he had to say. Satoru, as always, seemed unfazed.

“Can you at least pretend to be worried?” Suguru grumbled, slowing down the pace.

“Why?” He said, resting his hands behind his head. “We’re gonna get detention anyway.”

Suguru let out a loud sigh.

"It's fine," Satoru waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, "at least we're in htis together."

"That doesn't make me feel any better..." He muttered under his breath, but Satoru did not seem to pay any mind. He was walking with his hands in his pockets and whistling a song he had been listening to all week.

“Maybe if we apologize we can get out of it,” suggested Suguru, only half-convinced. “At least feign some repentance.”

“For what? It’s not like I committed a crime or something. Did I not save our asses?”

Suguru wished to say more, but desisted from it, because the door of Yaga’s office was already open and inviting them in, and he was not ready for it.

The man was sitting sternly by his desk, his serious face impeccable. 

“Sit,” he said, his voice as severe as his face.

The two followed his instruction in silence, eyes on him the whole time as Yaga brought his hands together over the desk.

“I just wanna know…” he said, followed by the longest sigh. “...Why?”

“We are so sorry, sensei.” Suguru rushed to say, before Satoru opened his mouth to ruin everything. “We saw ourselves in trouble, and Satoru had no option but to use Red.”

Yaga looked down at his report, pinched the bridge of his nose, and looked at them again. “Fifty-one non-sorcerers injured. Yes, you heard that right. Fifty-one. And you’re lucky none of them died. If it wasn’t for Shoko, they would’ve.”

“But she was there, wasn’t she?” Said Satoru, in a matter-of-fact tone that did not please Yaga. It was starting to show in his face.

“That is not the point.” He groaned.

“It won’t happen again.” Suguru assured him, but Yaga glared at him with an accusing finger pointed at him in response.

“Excuses! You said the same thing last time, Geto!”

Suguru gulped. There was nothing he could say to counter that.

A wave of relief washed over him when Yaga’s glare switched to Satoru. “Do you understand how dangerous it is to use a technique you have no control over?”

Satoru shrunk in his seat, averting his gaze, yet he did not say anything.

“And you!” he turned to Suguru again, and a chill ran down his spine, “Why did you not stop him? I trusted you with that! There is a reason why I paired you up.”

“I–” Suguru was at a loss of words. Even he couldn’t explain why he’d endorsed Satoru’s behavior, even knowing he would regret it later. Maybe deep down curiosity had gotten the best out of him. He had only seen Satoru use Red that one time during their first mission. “I thought it was the best way for us to—”

“Well, next time think again!” Yaga banged his fists on the desk, making his mug wobble. “It was a simple mission, with a very low grade curse, in plain daylight. You did not have to overdo yourselves like that!”

“Yeah, Suguru, why did you not stop me?” Satoru sneered. “I was counting on you, partner , since I’m so unreliable. Maybe I shouldn’t be the one sitting here this time listening to this speech.”

Suguru's jaw dropped in disbelief of the words he'd just heard. So much for 'being in this together'.

“Satoru, you—“ Suguru gritted his teeth, his blood boiling as the feeling of betrayal burned in his guts. “You son of a–!”

“Geto!” Warned him Yaga, but Suguru’s hands were already reaching for Satoru’s neck.

“Maybe if you didn’t try to show off because MeiMei and Utahime were around, I wouldn’t have to stop you in the first place!”

“Huh?! Who would want to show off in front of that rat-face?!”

“Enough! Both of you!” Interrupted Yaga, a booming voice that made them both jump back to their seats. He rubbed his temples thoroughly before he said, “Honestly, I don’t know what’s worse, when you’re getting along or when you’re not.” 

He made a loud sound when he dropped on his seat again, defeated. “I’m sick and tired of you. I don’t want to see your faces in at least three business days. Go back to your rooms now.”

“What about detention?” Asked Suguru.

“No detention. It doesn’t work on you anyway.” He said, rubbing his forehead. “No more missions for you in three days either.”

The smile that was beginning to shape in their lips dropped before Yaga could finish his sentence. “Don’t look too happy about it. You are not allowed to go out at all during those three days. You are to remain at the school at all times.”

“Sensei…” Suguru pleaded.

“Oh, come on!” Satoru cried. “But it’s summer! You can’t do this to us!”

“You did this to yourselves. Maybe from now on you’ll want to think again before doing something stupid.” Yaga’s resolve was definite, he was already settling to get back to work, deeming the conversation over. “Now, leave. You’re dismissed.”

The other two stared at him with their mouths wide open in a silent gasp, then shared a troubled look before they excused himself to leave.

They headed back to the aisle with their heads low, Satoru rambling, as always; Suguru quiet as ever, his heart still too uneasy as he reviewed the situation in his mind, drowning in embarrassment for his own behaviour. Never before he’d cursed in front of a teacher, let alone threatened to hit another student. But Satoru did bring the worst out of him sometimes… most of the times, really. And right now, Satoru’s endless rambling was beginning to feel less than bearable. Not like Suguru was paying any attention to it, too lost in his own thoughts, trying to understand why, after that exchange in Yaga’s office, Satoru was still following him around right now.

“Oi, are you even listening?” Satoru said.

“What do you want?” Suguru snapped.

“Yo, why are you so mad?” 

Satoru’s startled expression only contributed to enhance Suguru’s anger.

“What do you mean ‘why?!” He barked. “Thanks for throwing me under the bus like that, Satoru. Thanks a lot. That was really nice,” he scoffed, then speeded up the pace, hoping Satoru wouldn’t follow this time. 

He should’ve known better than to hope.

“It was just a joke!” Satoru’s voice was closer than he wished it was. 

Seeing that Satoru would not stop following him, Suguru halted to face him.

“Jokes are supposed to be funny,” he said, then pointed at his own face. “Do you see me laughing?”

Satoru considered for a moment, then shrugged. “It was funny to me at least. Does that count?”

“Ugh,” rolling his eyes, Suguru turned to continue walking to his room, Satoru following silently behind. When they reached Suguru’s door, Satoru spoke again.

“So!” His smile was as enthusiastic as ever. “Do you wanna play video games in my room, or–?”

The door slammed close on Satoru’s face, Suguru cursing at it from inside his room. He would not succumb to him. Not this time. He would remain in his room and find something to do –anything that did not involve Gojo Satoru. 

He plugged in his earphones on, played whatever CD he had last been listening to in his CD player, mustering the determination to ignore Satoru for the three days that their confinement would last, and keeping himself busy dealing with the fact that, for the first time in his life, at 15 years old, this was the closest thing to being grounded he’d ever experienced.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

The Cishet 1990s American Father-Son Movie, Good Omens triggered.

For those who are confused, @howmanyholesinswisscheese made a heartbreaking Good Omens post. Read it and weep.

The reblogs however degenerated into a Cishet Father-Son saga, since you maggots are all my adoptive parents. Here is a more polished version of my latest contribution to the hellsite.

[Opening credits play over highly saturated, sundrenched midwest farmland. Bob Dylan's Sara plays and the title appears as the camera slows to a halt in front of a sprawling house.]

[TITLE: Farewell, Iowa, We'll Meet Again, a Gus Van Sant film]

Art 'Greeny' Matthews, a man who does an honest day's work in the farm and is pretty darn proud of it, wanders through his house. His wife Darlene just left him (hence the opening song), and he is faced with the prospect of raising his only son, a ten year old lad Asmond 'Mond' Matthews, on his own.

Greeny takes Mond along with him as he works in the farm on holidays, riding in the tractor. Mond cries about Darlene, who didn't even leave a note, the hussy, and Greeny comforts him as much as he can. "It'll be alright, son," Greeny says on Mond's eleventh birthday, as they sit in the stable with a badly made cake on the wobbly stool. "Just you and me, eh? Not bad!"

"I hate chocolate," Mond whispers miserably, and the birthday party ends in more tears.

When Mond is thirteen, he starts to grow more closed with his emotions, just helping his dad around the farm. They're making a huge profit, and Greeny has business deals and free time, and makes an effort to bring Mond along to golf games and such. Mond is being bullied in school for being caught writing poetry, but he refuses to tell his dad why he comes home with a black eye every other week.

"I'm always here if you want to talk over a game of catch, son," Greeny tries one day. "No thanks, dad," Mond says, and wanders away into the stable. At fourteen, Greeny tries to bring him on fishing trips to discuss his feelings, as they used to do back when Darlene lived with them. Mond swallows, but shakes his head.

Finally, Mond can't keep it from him anymore, and when Greeny finds out, he goes into a rare fit of temper. "Just like your mother, boy!" he says, hand rattling his mug of ale. "A wanderer and a careless fool, that's what you'll turn out to be! There ain't no place in this world for people livin' in their heads."

Mond doesn't write poetry anymore.

As Mond grows, though, he helps out more with the farm, and they bond over hopes for future profit, and joking about golf, which they both find pretentious. "C'mon, champ, let's go play golf," Greeny says while they watch suited businessmen make their way to the house, out of place amidst the yellow-green farmland. "What's your favourite golf club?"

"That a literal club, or the thing they whack the ball with, dad?" Mond responds, and Greeny chortles. "I taught you better than that, son."

He has high hopes for Mond, he will take over the farm. Greeny is growing weary of his duties, he married late and had Mond even later.

[Montages of sunlight days ensue, intercut with shots of Mond, who always has a melancholic air about him. His mother was a dancer, and that rebellious spirit, so long dormant, is beginning to stir as he enters his twenties.]

On his twenty-first birthday, Greeny has baked him a cake, not chocolate. Mond barely sees it. His father doesn't know him. Not really. Not at all. When Greeny says he is handing over the farm to him, and starts to give him instructions about the responsibilities, Mond has had it.

He picks up the rucksack he's been storing by the umbrella stand for weeks, and shoulders it as Greeny pauses mid-lecture. "I'm sorry, dad," Mond says. "I'm going away to be my own man. This was your dream. Not mine."

Greeny is too frozen to stop him.

[Knockin' on Heaven's Door by Bob Dylan plays with another montage]

Mond travels the States, far from home and Iowa, and after a year of struggle finally publishes his first anthology of poetry. Hoping to make his dad proud, he sends a letter home asking if it imperative he return, since he's too ashamed to say he wants to. The reply is a brief but polite no from the housekeeper, saying his father wishes him well but does not require that he return. Assuming Greeny wants nothing to do with him, Mond stays away, bitter and homesick.

He is called home a few months later, and when he arrives, he is met not with Greeny, but with the housemaids and farmhands in black, and the housekeeper teary-eyed as she guides him to the back garden and a lonely gravestone. Greeny, heartbroken by his son leaving the same way Darlene his wife did all those years ago, declined in health, but he kept up the farm till the end, all ready for Mond should he want it after all, and for the head farmer if he didn't.

Mond, still carrying his book hoping to have shown his dad at last, stares in shock at the gravestone. He thinks even at the end Greeny did not know him, thought he would want the farm. Until he reads the inscription. Art 'Greeny' Matthews, friend to all, loyal husband, and most of all, proud father of a poet.

His father knew, Mond realised. His father knew what he'd been doing.

"Are ya proud, dad?" Mond whispers, dropping the book and kneeling down before the stone. "Are ya proud? It was all for you."

[The camera pulls back to show the farmland, scattered with people in black going about their work because business stops for no one, and a solitary figure by the gravestone. Bob Dylan's Blowin' in the Wind plays as the end credits roll.]

"How many roads must a man walk down, before you call him a man?

How many seas must a white dove sail, before she sleeps in the sand?"

The end.

@howmanyholesinswisscheese The challenge has been issued.

[coffeelouis]

written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Prompt: Wrath | Word Count: 666 | Rating: M | POV: Jeff | Relationships: Steve/Eddie | CW: None | Tags: Corroded Coffin

set somewhat ambigulously in the tuesday's gone with the wind universe, mostly in stealing goodie's name and personality bc like,, that's goodie! thanks @thisapplepielife for him love you 🫶

i also made up the song name, that's not from tuesday's gone, by that point i hadn't gotten far enough to figure out i was writing steve as their tour manager and basically set it in the universe. also i had eddie as the lead singer in this, so maybe this is an au of tuesday's gone

🎸😈

“Gareth, I really think this is a bad idea, man,” Jeff warned, hovering in the doorway. Gareth and Goodie were both crouched next to the sound equipment, Goodie observing as Gareth tinkered.

“It’s precisely what they deserve.”

“Exactly, we’ve warned them multiple times,” Goodie added, ever the pot-stirrer.

“We haven’t, in any way, indicated we’d go this far. We’ve just ribbed Eddie.”

“Nagged,” Gareth corrected.

“Relentlessly. And, would you quit it with the hand-wringing, man? You’re in or you’re out of this,” Goodie said decisively.

“And it’s not as if it’s anything new!” Gareth argued, **It’s just.. a different approach.”

“It’s completely different circumstances, though! And it digs at Steve, not Eddie.”

“Digging at Steve is how to you get to Eddie.”

At the same time, Goodie countered, “Steve will be fine—he’s fine about everything.”

“He’s used to us,” Gareth agreed, reaching up to test his work.

As the sound rang out in the empty theatre, Gareth let out a crow of victory, and Jeff felt his stomach sour.

“I really don’t feel good about this.”

“You don’t have to take credit then,” Gareth smirked, dusting his knees off and walking off in triumph to get ready for the show.

Goodie followed behind him, looking similarly smug—despite having contributed absolutely nothing.

🎸😈

Eddie had fought to play “The Harvest” towards the end of the setlist. It was a hard-fought battle when they’d begun this leg of the tour, Gareth argued it should be the opener. But, it was third to last, so Eddie was dripping in sweat and probably a little delirious by the time Jeff went in with the opening chords. He could see the man swaying around his microphone, his long hair falling into his eyes.

He figured that’s why it took him until the end of the second chorus to look up in confusion. Jeff quickly began watching his chords—as if they weren’t muscle memory by this point.

Gareth’s smirk gave the game away—that the backing track was not the pre-recorded moans that accompanied the song on it’s studio version; instead, Steve’s high-pitched moans that had leaked through the hotel walls nights earlier filled the venue.

Fury erupted across Eddie’s face. He stomped across the stage towards Gareth—guitar still in hand, and somehow still playing.

Jeff glanced behind him for backup from the crew, the stagehands, anyone. Instead, he saw Steve, a bright laugh inaudible, but clearly dancing across his face. His eyes were glittering with the creative wrath of the band.

Jeff, who’d seen him sternly lecture stagehands for incorrectly setting up equipment or tell off venue staff for stupid production mistakes, was surprised, but relieved at the reaction. It was an interruption to their planned schedule, and more than that an airing of an intimate moment; but, he supposed when it came to Eddie—or really, any of the band—he really did hold a soft spot.

Eddie was now standing at Gareth’s side, uselessly telling him off. Gareth certainly couldn’t hear him over his drum set, let alone the music the rest of them (Eddie included) were still playing. But Eddie continued on at it, over singing the next verse.

Jeff kicked his leg out at him, hoping to get this show back on the road—literally. They were approaching the next chorus and the moans coming in again; without Eddie to sing over them, they would be even more pronounced.

Eddie finally noticed, and abandoned Gareth to kick back at him, fighting before realizing that he was in fact signaling him to look off-stage at Steve, now waving and smiling at him. Eddie lost all fight, smiling back.

Jeff felt like he was invading on a moment to be watching as Steve rolled his eyes and jerked his head to the mic, telling Eddie to keep going. Eddie laughed too, and ducked bashfully back towards the front of the stage, chastened. He blew a kiss, Steve caught it.

Yeah, his bandmates were silly and vengeful, but they put on a damn good show.

[mynameisnotthepoint]

Ossan no pantsu EP 5

Disclaimer: I had already watched this drama with subs that were mostly machine translated, so this is less of a first time reaction and more of an "i finally have the whole picture now". This will contain spoilers, so be warned!

As always: thank you to @isaksbestpillow for continuing to provide us with excellent subs to this drama!!

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"That's how it is being a parent. You can't really think with confidence: 'I just handled this the best way.'" (Mihoko to Mika, translation by isaksbestpillow)

My very jumbled thoughts/extras

I am a bit behind with my posts about this series. Work and a cold caught up with me, but I will try to finish this.

Later episodes will deal with this more, but ultimately, older people are left behind by this rapidly changing system. My coworker's husband had to look for a new job at 62 after his bus driving company closed down. He spent months unemployed. Makoto here also knows that he doesn't have a lot to offer except grit and perseverance. You need them to survive a job, but these days you have to have many more qualifications to think about switching jobs. I also noticed that the coworkers call her Shimura-san!! Which also is something that will come back in a later episode.

I also love the fonts and color grading they used to show Makoto's entrance into the office - a contemporary suspense (?) font/music - and then the flashback scenes to when Makoto was starting out that feel very oldschool.

I think it is in this episode that Makoto realises he could be a burden to society. He is, in many ways: people bow down to his wiles (his wife) or ignore/avoid him (his subordinates, his children, even his dog). Throughout this series he comes to a bigger understanding of how respect should be mutual, and is also earned. --- INTERLUDE: Theme song and Daichi's actor Oppan's opening credits song アプデライフ (Updated life) is by the Jpop group FANTASTICS from EXILE TRIBE, of which Nakajima Sota, who plays Igarashi Daichi, is a member (he is a vocalist). This group has two members who have also played in BLs: Yagi Yusei (vocalist, from the My Beautiful Man-series) and Kimura Keito (dancer, from Ameiro Paradox). It is actually through FANTASTICS fans that I first learned about Oppan :) --- My heart aches for both Daichi and Madoka. You can see Daichi's face fall, a sadness creep into his eyes while Madoka tries to explain why he couldn't tell his parents he had a boyfriend. Meanwhile Madoka is just so scared to lose Daichi, so scared to be himself. And Daichi is the one who can muster up a smile, try to make everything seem OK. Madoka is so tall and yet, he always seems to make himself small, hunches over, ridden by guilt. The flashbacks of how they met and how they got to know each other are so well done (@twigtea and @bengiyo have written such good meta about it and the outing scene at the end!!).

Daichi's mom is such a wonderful person. She knows her son, knows when he is being chipper to hide that he is feeling sad. It shows the strength of their bond that he can show his anger with her, although it might be misplaced, as she was the one trying to help him. And Daichi knows, after raising his voice at her, he immediately deflates and apologizes. (my mom is so very similar to his mom. and i can also get angry at her or take her for granted, which i immediately feel sorry about).

BTW: Matsushita Yuki (who plays Igarashi Mihoko) plays Ida's mom in Kieta Hatsukoi AND Kurosawa's mother in the Cherry Magic movie!

I touched upon this briefly in a last post, but I love how they made Kakeru's hair truly look like it has grown out and he hasn't really cut it evenly. Although it does change quite a bit at the school scenes, which were probably filmed later. Through the series, Kakeru not only becomes comfortable wearing make-up outdoors, but also puts a lot of effort into his hairstyles.

I love Mika so much. Kakeru feels down and useless because he is unable to go to school again, and she encourages him to help her with the laundry. We later learn that she doesn't enjoy housework all that much, but in this moment she is happy to see him outside of his room and wants to spend time with him. He is also doing more housework just by helping out than Makoto ever seems to do...

The dynamics in this family are so developed!! Mika talks very differently to Moe, who seems to have the upper hand a lot in their conversations. But I really like how they genuinely seem to get along and want to spend time together. Them evaluating Makoto together if he can attend a barbecue with Madoka and Daichi and Daichi's mom was so funny. Also them preparing for the barbecue together and welcoming their guests together warmed my heart.

ME TOO. Also, this is one of my favourite Kakeru outfits. I truly love his style. Also, after meeting the girls who were nice to him, this meeting with Hasegawa shows Kakeru he can talk to people his age without feeling alienated. It takes repeated experiences liket this to get you to enjoy company again, but he smiles and is happy. (Now Makoto, we don't just assume our child is dating someone, he is literally just sitting next to him and talking - the face touching means nothing!! I do like that this makes the updating even more concrete for Makoto). The second time Hasegawa and Kakeru meet up starts a bit akward, but they talk to each other freely. Yet, Kakeru shuts down when Hasegawa starts talking about school and the baseball club. He'd still rather avoid the conversation and walk away than say what is on his mind. He is going outside, went outside to buy products for Hasegawa, but he isn't suddenly free of his worries and coping mechanisms.

Makoto buying books on queerness and acceptance is what makes Moe believe he has changed. And yet, reading up on things doesn't make you know how to react in real life. Makoto having his subordinates clap for him makes him overconfident, makes him think he knows everything. But, as @bengiyo pointed out, it is really important that he does his updating independently too, he shouldn't just wait for Daichi to explain everything to him.

The scene which hurts the most here is at the barbecue, when everyone has been having such a good time and even Kakeru is happy to watch them from his window. Makoto just says out loud what everyone has been avoiding all afternoon: he calls Madoka Daichi's boyfriend. It was just an unspoken rule that everyone at the party understood: Daichi and Madoka are there. What they are to each other is personal to them. Makoto wants to please, wants to show that he has updated, has such foot in mouth syndrome that he doesn't realise that rule. And Madoka very understandably freaks out. I must say, I have watched this episode three times now, and I have only been able to watch this scene without pausing or fast-forwarding once. It hurts.

What I did notice, in the aftermath, is that there are shots of the characters where Moe and Mika stand together in the foreground, then in another shot Daichi stands in the foreground while his mom is in the back, and Madoka and Makoto are both alone in their shot. I don't know if this was intentional, but it does illustrate how they feel about themselves in that moment in time. Moe and Mika are united in wanting to make this work, Daichi has his mom he can rely on, but both Madoka and Makoto feel alone and afraid in this moment.

An anecdote from when the show was airing: this episode was the one I saw people talk about the most before episodes 8 and 9 aired. It generally frustrated me to no end that people seemed to only focus on "the gays" and disregarded the rest of the story (Moe!! Kakeru!! Mika!! and even Makoto's development). Seeking out explicitly gay characters shouldn't make you disregard a story that is about queerness, about how women are treated, and so much more. It didn't help that a lot of fan translators were only focused on translating Sota's scenes, as they were fans of his group/him as an idol. It is so interesting to have an actual idol in a drama that has a whole story thread about being a fan of an idol group! (I am now just referencing later episodes...).

[warningsine]

What makes you you? Is it your physiology, your biochemical makeup, your memories and experiences? These are some of the questions posed by Orphan Black: Echoes. This spin-off takes a different angle to the same nature vs. nurture debate of the original 2013 show, and, like the original, Echoes is quite queer.

It’s been over ten years since Orphan Black premiered, but in Orphan Black: Echoes, much more time has passed. It’s 2050, in a futuristic Boston, immediately ramping up the sci-fi of the original. Phones are paper-thin, neon holographic signs adorn the city skyline, and you can stream on social media from your full-length mirror.

Both series start in similar ways. In the original, we open with Sarah Manning waking up on a train. In this, we open with our new main character (Krysten Ritter) waking up on a couch. She doesn’t know her name. She’s confused and scared and has short-term memory but no long-term memory. A doctor (Keeley Hawes) sits with her, trying to calm her down, to help her remember. The woman asks, “Do I know you?” and the doctor answers, “I thought you might,” with tears stuck in her eyes. The woman starts to freak out and is sedated, and when she wakes up…she escapes. We cut to two years later, where the woman has named herself Lucy and has made a new life for herself. But, of course, her past catches up with her, and she is thrust into a journey of trying to figure out who she is, and why she doesn’t remember.

The doctor in question, we learn, is Dr. Kira Manning, Sarah’s daughter, all grown up. She’s a scientist now, the director of a company that 3D prints organs for transplant, saving thousands of lives every year.

And this isn’t the only nod to the original we get in this show. It’s undoubtedly a sequel series, with references to Kira’s past and childhood brought up a decent amount — it seems the fact that her mother was part of an illegal human cloning experiment isn’t exactly a secret anymore.* I knew the show was scored by the same person who scored the original (Trevor Yuile) before I even looked it up to confirm, the original theme song plays during the end credits, and there’s even a familiar face or two that pop up throughout the season.

Like its predecessor, Echoes also touches on themes of identity, humanity, ethics, grief, and whether doing something for the sake of love or science is good enough reason to do it. It deals with mysteries, danger, never knowing who to trust, and having other people claim authority over your own body and personhood.

It also stands out as different than the first in a lot of ways, for better or worse. In Echoes, Lucy comes face to face with Jules (Amanda Fix), a 16-year-old version of herself who also doesn’t have any memories of her past. It’s a fun new take on the original; it’s different from the Leda clones’ relationship to Charlotte. With the Ledas, we got to see a little of them looking at an entirely different person who looked like them. Something is different with Lucy and Jules, though. They don’t just look identical the way Charlotte looked like the home videos of Rachel when she was the same age. They are identical down to the scar on their forearm and the recurring nightmare that plagues them. They aren’t just genetic identicals, they are copies of the same person.

So the question ‘what makes you you?’ is exactly what Lucy and Jules have to grapple with, as they realize they’re the same but different. Just a year or two of different experiences has already veered their paths away from each other, but they share similarities, like their penchant for skittles and their queerness. Orphan Black never really answered the question of whether queerness was nature or nurture — because how could they; most of the Leda clones were born of different wombs, in different places, raised by different people — even though we know of at least three clones on the LGBTQ+ spectrum. There wasn’t really time, what with all the murders going on, to explore whether Allison ever experimented with girls in college or if Rachel had a bicurious phase. Echoes, however, is different; Lucy and Jules might be different people, but they are copies of the same person, and that person is queer, so they are, too. It’s a little brain-bendy, but it makes sense. Lucy has an ex-girlfriend, Jules has a non-monogamous situationship with a girl in her class and at least one other person. Also, Kira Manning takes after her Auntie Cosima (a lesbian…supporter) and her mother (who is bisexual, according to that one episode Peaches was in), and she’s queer, too. We love to see it.

Also, as an added queer bonus, the new theme song is written and performed by lesbian artist Julien Baker and recording engineer Calvin Lauber.

I might be biased because Orphan Black is one of my top three all-time favorite shows, and I just rewatched the whole thing in all its glory, but as much as I’m enjoying Echoes so far, I do find it missing one key factor: sisterhood. The Leda clones, through all their squabbles and through all the chaos, developed real love for each other and became sestras along the way. It’s missing what Felix called a galaxy of women. I know it was a technical feat of excellence to have so many Tatiana Maslanys running around, and probably not feasible (or fair to Krysten Ritter) to try and repeat, and I do enjoy the different existential questions that come from having an adult and teen version of the same person getting to know each other, but I sort of wish there were more of them? Or more of a group to root for, I guess. So far it just sort of feels like a bunch of individuals. It’s Lucy and it’s Jules and it’s Kira, and sometimes their stories intersect. Instead of the Leda clones and their allies vs. Neolution, or the Castors, or Dyad. But it did take some time for Sarah, Cosima, and Allison to become a team, so I’m holding out hope that these stars will become a constellation.

Overall, I’m genuinely enjoying the show. It’s so fascinating seeing Kira be on the other side of the science, and there are some really great characters beyond just Lucy and Jules. Lucy has a boyfriend named Jack (Avan Jogia) and together they are raising Jack’s daughter Charlie (Zariella Langford-Haughton), who is deaf. And nonbinary actor August Winter plays a younger version of Kira in a flashback episode. The whole cast is great, and I am especially excited to have Krysten Ritter back on my screen doing her thing.

Orphan Black: Echoes is similar enough to Orphan Black to give me nostalgic feelings, and different enough to be engaging and interesting. Like Lucy and Jules, it’s not an exact copy of the original.

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*This is explained in the podcast.

The sestras (Charlotte and Rachel included) have to stay on the downlow for 8 years until someone (it's revealed who) talks to the press, which brings chaos to both the sestras and all the newly self-aware Ledas' lives.

There are more than 274 of them out there. The list Rachel gave Felix was outdated/incomplete (not her fault).

Suffice it to say, the public doesn't react very well to the news.

[yonnkin]

How JJK men act on Christmas.

(December).

warnings: i am new and totally clueless spare me. uh... cussing i guess? tf am i supposed to write here :( and yes i am writing it in november. english is not my first language (will be open for some advices). i take it too seriously.

Gojo Satoru

He is the first to go for that fucking PINE tree, place it in the middle of the living room and decorate it. It doesn't matter that you are complaining because it's only the 1st and the tree made a big mess. Of course the christmas tree has to be real.

He makes you stay in the kitchen almost everyday for a few hours. Gojo had a sweet tooth and you just need to make him something. No matter what.

In your house you feel like in the store. Christmas songs playing over and over again. You start to wonder if He does it on purpose to piss you off or playing "Jingle bell rock" or different every other song just makes a full grown ass man happy.

He doesn't wait til' morning for the gifts. After Christmas Eve He just can't sit straight and wait til' everybody is done eating and talking so He can get his hands on those bags and boxes. You feel like Satoru is your cousin, not a boyfriend.

Toji Fushiguro

He basically doesn't care about the tree nor traditions at all. You want a Christmas tree? Go and get it. Though, Toji is not so cruel and He will actually help you bring the Christmas tree and everything you need.

Don't you dare actually play a Christmas song more than once. He is already fed up when He was stuck with you in the shop for a few hours and poor Toji had to listen to it on a loop. It's one of his excuses to not work here. Same with everything else so you can provide for him.

Toji actually enjoys your cooking and baking. Not as much as Gojo but still He won't refuse when you offer him a gingerbread man.

About the gifts... He has no shame at all and buys you presents with your credit card. But this Christmas his masculine side was louder than his arrogance and actually paid himself. Still won't tell you how He got the money.

You don't go to your family on Christmas Eve with him, you go alone for a few hours and then come back to him sitting on the couch waiting.

Nanami Kento

He will gladly help you with decorating the Christmas tree and house. If He has enough energy, Kento will actually take you himself to the shop to buy new decorations and useless things you will use only this year.

Helps you with the cooking. All the meat, fishes and salads are made by him. The only thing He leaves for you is baking. He just doesn't feel it... and the burned paint on the wall in the kitchen too.

He doesn't mind the songs as long as you don't over do it and if you do He will just turn it off, calm himself for five minutes and ask you politely to stop.

On Christmas Eve He presents himself very well in front of the family. Don't drink.

Wash you all over with gifts. All the perfumes and clothes you saw and had on your "to get" list. You never actually try to ask him for anything throughout the year because you feel ashamed, but now him and you have excuses for it.

Geto Suguru

Very gentle and patient with you. Let's you decorate everything as you wish. He eventually helps you carry heavy things and holds you up to place the star or angle on the top of the tree.

Eat everything you made him. He is your no.1 taster. When you cook, Geto will just look at you warmly and taste the food you give him. You can't rely on his truthful opinion at all. Even if it's too salty or sweet Suguru will just nod in enjoyment and tell you that you're the best cook.

He actually enjoys the songs and can sit with you all day and sing them for you or just listen to them begin delighted by the atmosphere.

You both go to each other's parents and then to your friends. You will be the drunk one at the end of the Christmas Eve.

Gets you a one but big gift you want. A new phone? Got it. A expansive dress? Got it. But let's not touch the part that when he takes to go shopping in the december He buys too much for your enjoyment.

Sukuna Ryomen

He doesn't understand your stupid traditions and almost forbid you to actually celebrate Christmas, when He saw you bringing a fucking tree in the house.

He will only eat meat and everything that looks similar to everyday food. Sukuna refuses to eat your gingerbread cookies and candy cones commenting that He won't "...eat some cookie shaped in questionable human, what do you take me for?".

If you want to listen to your songs. Get yourself headphones honey. Ryomen is done with those bullshit songs and their universality. Why would you switch your music taste for a month? Why would you even listen to music in the first place?

He will not come with you nor let you to your parents. If you want to celebrate you can. But only with him alone. You should be happy that Sukuna even let you.

The only thing He does will be actually giving you gifts. Ryomen always loves seeing you so happy and cheery after seeing gifts. And of course most of the present are for his own enjoyment.

[foxes-that-run]

I Did Something Bad (on 29 April 2016)

Taylor wrote Gorgeous, Delicate and Did Something Bad around the same time (see Making of Video), there were all recorded in September but refer to earlier events. In the 29 April 2023 Eras show Taylor added High Infidelity to this story which refers to 29 April.

Timeline

See 2016 timeline

2 January: Harry is on a Yacht with Kendall in the red shirt.

2 February: Harry wore this blue St Laurent shirt on his birthday

11 February - Kanye releases Famous, Taylor & Harry seen in LA

20 February Harry wrote Sweet Creature on the 20th

21 February Calvin started Ole, a bitter song about about cheating. CH wore Harry's shirt in the MV and the red one was included also

28 February: Harry Tweeted you can shake an apple off a tree. His instagram had been B&W for 2 years since OOTW was released October 2014. He posted a colour photo on the 25 Feb 2016. It stayed colour from 7 May.

March 15 - Taylor and Calvin have heavily photographed beach holiday. She repeats this move in 2018 with Joe.

April 29 - Taylor refers to an affair on this date in High Infidelity. as HS and TS were both in LA on that date. Taylor and Kendall were at Gigi Hadid's birthday the night before. Harry's Kiwi music video also includes a kid dressed like Taylor on that night.

May 2 - the met gala was the key date while she was with Joe. On midnights she changed it to 29 April. CH and TS were barely seen together in 2016 and this seems it was over in April. Harry left to shoot Dunkirk. Taylor wrote and recorded IDWLF

29 April 2017 - Our boy celebrated the anniversary of this particular secret rendezvous by getting papped 3 times in the same shirt. They also released Me! and the HH tracklisting on that date.

There is a great detailed post about this here.

Rattata sound

The Rattata sound at the end of I did something bad is also suspiciously similar to a Rakaka sound in a leaked Harry Styles song. In Harry's song, he has a secret rendezvous with an ex who phones him unexpectedly and he picks up on the way home.

This raises a question on the timing of the events of Pick You Up and Did Something Bad, PYU refers to his sister’s birthday which is in December, they were at the VS show 3 December 2014, the songs may be about different days. Taylor was in Australia on Gemma’s birthday 2015. Now we don’t talk seems like they weren’t talking in January.

Calvin's bitter song was' Reggae themed - Ole,

Lyrics

Taylor has said she was inspired by the Stark Sisters in not having remorse for actions.

I never trust a narcissist But they love me So I play 'em like a violin And I make it look oh so easy ... If a man talks shit, then I owe him nothing I don't regret it one bit, 'cause he had it coming

The opening verses set a vengeful mood and highlight the grievance TS had over the Narcissist (CH) taking credit for her work on This is what you came for.

I never trust a playboy But they love me So I fly him all around the world And I let them think they saved me They never see it comin' What I do next This is how the world works You gotta leave before you get left

Here TS has also referred to HS as a playboy who wanted to save her and sets the mood for how angry she feels at the situation..

They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one They got their pitchforks and proof Their receipts and reasons They're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one So light me up (light me up), light me up (light me up)

'they're burning all the witches' also appears on the stairs in the video for Ready for It, another song in the first half of the album that are about HS.

In later songs, Adore You Harry includes "I'd walk the fire for you"

2016 and Reputation posts.