#reddit needs to lay off this scene

[frownyalfred]

today in "the DC subreddits are talking about so I will too": the inherent tragedy of Clark being insanely fast as Superman, able to save people in the blink of an eye, but because he was surprised by Lex's plan in BVS, he could only stand there in the subsequent explosion at the hearing because he couldn't see the bomb. he's all powerful but not infallible. he was too slow to react not because he wasn't paying attention, but because he truly didn't believe he needed to. who would hide a bomb in an injured man's wheelchair? who would hide a bomb behind lead shielding? and when the explosion hit, you can see how instantly crushed he is. he didn't take off right away, and he didn't try to save anyone (even though there was likely no point, inside the hearing itself). he just stood there for a beat, crushed by his own failure, crushed by this failure in humanity, devastated that being Superman still isn't enough.

[ai-manre]

Bringing back something I wrote seven years ago back on Reddit:

Jon Snow and Baby Switcheroo

I have an appreciation for Jon's ability to manipulate and scheme. From his first scene in AGOT he showed a gift at manoeuvring a situation into his favor, but the baby switch cements this ability the best I think.

First, its important to note that Jon doesn't rush into his lie and swap out of nowhere, he lays the groundwork and plans meticulously.

“Sire, some claim that you mean to grant lands and castles to Rattleshirt and the Magnar of Thenn.”

“Who told you that?”

*The talk was all over Castle Black*. “If you must know, I had the tale from Gilly.” - Jon I ADWD

He says something of which he'd heard rumors of, but he assigns the blame to Gilly so as to alienate Stannis further from her. By doing this, he deliberately leads Stannis into the conversation where he can mention sending Gilly off without drawing any attention or reprimand from the king who practically controls Wildling lives on the Wall.

“The wet nurse,” said Lady Melisandre. “Your Grace gave her freedom of the castle.”

“Not for running tales. She’s wanted for her teats, not for her tongue. I’ll have more milk from her, and fewer messages.”

“Castle Black needs no useless mouths,” Jon agreed. “I am sending Gilly south on the next ship out of Eastwatch.”

Jon is very good at reading people, and he uses that to his advantage by associating Gilly more and more with the things he knows Stannis dislikes and he does it covertly.

The king was confused. “I thought the wet nurse was this man Craster’s daughter?”

“Wife and daughter both, Your Grace. Craster married all his daughters. Gilly’s boy was the fruit of their union.”

“Her own father got this child on her?” Stannis sounded shocked. “We are well rid of her, then. I will not suffer such abominations here. This is not King’s Landing.”

He plays on Stannis' prejudice to achieve his goal.

Finally-

Melisandre : “Gilly is giving suck to Dalla’s son as well as her own. It seems cruel of you to part our little prince from his milk brother, my lord.”

Careful now, careful. “Mother’s milk is all they share. Gilly’s son is larger and more robust. He kicks the prince and pinches him, and shoves him from the breast. Craster was his father, a cruel man and greedy, and blood tells.” - Jon I ADWD

The above is what he says but in the next chapter this is what he thinks:

Gilly’s boy was older, Dalla’s more robust, but they were close enough in age and size so that no one who did not know them well would be able to easily tell one from the other. - JON II ADWD

He will die at sea, he thought, despairing. He is too old to survive such a voyage. Gilly's little son may die as well, he's not as large and strong as Dalla's boy. Does Jon mean to kill us all? - SAM I AFFC

Jon even swaps the physiques of the babies when describing them to Stannis in order to confuse him further and eliminate a chance of them being identified correctly. He further uses that incorrect physique to push the rhetoric of Gilly's babe being an "abomination" covertly to Stannis. Jon hammers out the details of the lie meticulously, not leaving any scope for failure by being vague. He goes all the way.

I think its an aspect of Jon's character people don't notice or credit much because it isn't at the forefront the way it is for Tyrion, but he too is capable of playing the game. I don't understand when people dismiss Jon's abilities in manipulation or write him off. He's often navigated such situations masterfully and shows himself great at reading people and what moves them from the very first book.

[boldlyvoid]

Scare Tactics

18+ Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

Summary: Surprisingly, Aaron agreed to a darker roleplay this Halloween.

Warnings: Ghostface role play, scene planning and negotiations, taking about safewords and limits, CNC, stalking, stalker phone calls, fake break-ins, handcuffs, oral (male receiving), deep throating, rough sex, degradation, name calling, slight pet/owner kink mentioned, begging, vibrators, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampies, domdrop, aftercare

Word Count: 6100

When he gets in that night, it’s late. Pushing midnight, late. That’s not really a shock to her, he’s always got something going on. Between driving his son everywhere he needs to be, working on the PTA and teaching night classes at the local college, Aaron Hotchner is a busy man. Always has been, and always will be.

She’s in bed, scrolling through things on her phone as she waits for him to arrive. She is just catching up on the newest trends and celebrity gossip when she hears his heavy feet coming up the creaky old steps of their century home. While it is a beautiful place to lay low in the middle of nowhere, the sounds it made— especially at night— were insanely creepy.

The TikTok she’s watching doesn’t help either�� she’s been listening to creepy Reddit stories and looking at home footage of spooky happenings. The videos she’s seen the most tonight, however, are ghost face videos. Be it thrust traps or couples going to the store to buy a mask to enhance alone time later that night, she’s seen them all.

There’s one on her screen as Aaron opens their door, she quickly locks her phone and looks at him with a guilty smile.

His old profiler ways clock in on the awkwardness right away, “What were you doing?”

“Nothing,” she presses her lips together and shakes her head, pretending she doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

“Wait… were you watching porn?” He asks. Eyes narrowed in on her, waiting to read her reaction.

She laughs, “no? Oh my god? I mean…. It’s not, but it definitely does something to me.”

He sits on the edge of the bed, “well, now you have to tell me?”

She sighs, thinking how she’s going to explain it to him of all people. “You’re going to think I’m insane.”

“Too late,” he teases.

She shoves him, “Seriously, it’s weird… I don’t even like the movies but—

“Oh, you were looking at thirst traps again?” He’s only recently learned that term.

She can’t help but smile, “Yeah… do you know the scream movies?” He nods. “There’s a trend right now where couples are having sex while the dominant partner has the ghost face mask on.”

“It is like a full role play? Breaking in? Phone calls? Knife play?” He asks as if they’re setting boundaries already, planning a kinky scene is something they’ve done a few times. He likes to know all the limits, the expectations and what turns her on about it before they agree to anything.

“Wait, you’d do it?” She asks, sitting up straighter. “Seriously?”

He nods, “if it’s something that’ll get you off, why not?”

She tosses the blankets back and gets to her knees, he pulls her into his lap and holds her by her hips. She cups his face and presses a quick kiss to his lips, “so you don’t think it’s weird?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all… mask kinks are incredibly common.”

“And if I did want you to pretend to stalk me and break in and overpower me…”

“I’d need some prep time, I’ll have to have a free day the next day and Jack can’t be in the house that night,” he explains his boundaries. “I’ll, of course, give you aftercare right after and when you’re okay, we can switch?”

She pets his hair and nods, “Of course, my love. I’ll take the best care of you after. I appreciate everything you’re willing to do for me.”

“You just have to get the mask and maybe we can talk about the specifics of a script or series of events for the night,” he whispers, brushing his nose against hers. “Maybe you can get something new to wear during it?”

She likes the sound of that, but she just has one question. “Black or red?”

—

He gets a burner phone a week before the scene is set to happen. He doesn’t tell her thats what he’s done but when he’s getting ready to leave for work one night he smirks from the closet and says “if you get a phone call from an unknown number… be sure to answer, okay?”

She knows he has a class tonight, he has Introduction to Legal Skills from 6-8 and then Trial Advocacy from 9-11:30. Jack goes to bed around 10:30, so she knows he’ll call sometime after Jack's in bed. Otherwise, he could hear the conversation and either be scared for life knowing his parents had kinky sex or grow concerned that his stepmom had a real stalker after her. And he’s been traumatized enough for a 17-year-old boy.

Sure enough, her phone rings at 11:45 while she’s in the living room, on her phone with the TV on in the background.

“Hello?” She answers, a fake sense of nervousness in her voice.

“What are you watching, Y/N?” He asks, his voice deeper than usual. Almost scarily deep.

“Excuse me?” She can’t believe he’s really doing this. “Who is this?”

“Have you never watched a scary movie before? You should know asking that is a death wish,” he teases. “But you never answered my question.”

“How do you even know I’m watching TV?” She asks, it’s not like the sound is up. She looks out the window to make sure he’s not out there, completely forgetting that they have security cameras inside and he can access them on his real cellphone.

“You’re on the couch, in a cute little black tank top and shorts… aren’t you cold? It’s October.”

“How do you know that?”

“I know a lot more than you think,” he taunts.

“Then shouldn’t I know something about you too?” She asks, turning it back on him. “Don’t you think that’s fair?”

“Hmm… I suppose it would, but isn’t part of the fun all in the mystery?”

“You must know my husband used to be an FBI agent so—

“Ah yes, agent Hotchner,” he laughs. “Retired, haunted, old man, Aaron Hotchner.”

“He can still kick your ass,” she assures. Both scaring this character and stroking his ego at the same time. “And enjoy doing it.”

“We’ll see about that.” He says before hanging up.

It makes shivers run down her spine and all the hair on her body stands tall. If she didn’t know this was actually him, it would be incredibly terrifying. Yet for some reason, she’s more turned on right now than anything.

When he gets home that night, she’s still in the living room. Waiting for him. He puts his bag down, kicks off his shoes and hangs up his coat before making his way over to her and crashing down onto the couch. He lays his head into her lap and she brushes his hair back, “tough class?”

He nods, “they asked so many questions. It’s literally not even that hard.”

“Awe,” she sympathizes. “Not everyone is as smart as you, handsome.”

“How was your night?” He looks up at her with a smile.

“Good, Jack drove us to get some ice cream tonight and he was actually really good at it this time and then I got a weird phone call…”

“Huh,” he raises his brows quickly. “Weird… do you know who it was?”

“No idea.”

“Well, just keep an eye on it,” he advises. The profiler in him wants to say don’t answer the phone again but the game was too fun. He wanted her to answer again, he wanted to tease her, he wanted to make it as real as possible.

This was going to be a fun week.

—

She gets a call every night that week. The calls last anywhere from a minute to 10, depending on how long she can keep him talking in his sexy deep voice. She switches into a cute little night dress before their next conversation and she sits on the couch facing their security camera with the hem of her nightgown pushed up a bit too high… giving him a show.

“So…” she asks, wishing she had an old corded phone to twirl around her fingers. “What do you look like? Are you cute at least?”

He snickers, “That’s your question today? Really?”

“Yep, I mean if you’re going to stalk me and find me and make me yours, you better be hot,” she teases him.

“I’m… average, I guess?” He struggles to compliment himself.

“I figured you wouldn’t be as handsome as my husband…”

He sighs, “I’m going to make you pay for all these comments.”

She laughs, “okay… I’m sure.”

“Taunting a psychopath is never a good—

“That’s a lie, I know from my husband that sometimes taunting them is what they need. Sometimes they’re such losers that this is all an act, pissing them off makes them slip up and expose themself… so is this all an act? Are you secretly a loser who needs attention? What, did your mommy not love you enough growing up? Or was it daddy beating you that made you this way?”

“You’ve got two days,” he reminds her. “I’m going to get you.”

He hangs up and she smirks, she loves riling him up like this. She knows that once he gets his hands on her, once he has that mask on, she’s in for the ride of her life.

—

Sure enough, the Friday before Halloween, Jack heads out to a party and says he’ll be sleeping over at a friend's house that night. His phone is charged, his costume is on and his ride is about to pull up to their driveway.

“You remember you can call either one of us, at any time of the night, and we will come get you,” she reminds him. “No matter what state you’re in… I understand that drinking is something you’ll probably do tonight, and I won’t tell your dad, but go easy. Have water between beers and don’t drink from a cup you didn’t pour yourself or one you left unattended no matter how much time passed. And if you feel weird, uncomfortable or you just want to come home, you call me.”

“I know, Mom,” he assures her, looking at her with that annoyed teenager look.

“And drugs… please, please be careful. Peer pressure is real, being curious is okay, but don’t do anything intense. Smoking copious amounts of weed before the age of 27 can stop your brain from fully forming and other drugs can literally kill you because you have no idea what they’re mixed with—

“Mom, I’m not going to do drugs tonight,” he cuts her off, looking as serious as his father can.

“Okay,” she lets out a deep breath just as the headlights shine through their stained glass front door. “Give me a hug,” she says, arms open and waiting for him.

He steps into her space and holds her tight, “I love you, be safe.”

“I love you too, I’ll text you when I’m on my way home tomorrow.”

“And before you go to bed too, please? Even if its just a heart emoji, I want to know you’re going to bed, I don’t care what time it comes in,” she stares him down before letting him pull away. “I love you.”

“Okay, okay,” he smiles. “I’ve got it, I’m going now. Have a good night.”

“Oh, I will,” she smirks.

“Gross!” He calls out as he heads out the door, skips down the stairs and heads out to his friend's mom's car. She waves at them, gets a wave from the driver back and then they’re gone.

She locks the door once he’s gone, turns off the lights downstairs and heads up to her room where she changes into the new lingerie she bought at Aaron’s request and she lights a few candles around her room. She grabs the mask from her closet as well as a black silk robe and black boxer briefs and she lays them all on the table in the entryway downstairs with a note that says “Wear me.”

She goes to the kitchen and gets them some snacks for after, a couple water bottles and his bottle of scotch with a glass in case that’s what he wants after. He needs to be able to relax and unwind and know he did a good job and he’s not a bad guy for divulging in this role-play for her. If anything, he’s the best man in the world being able to do this for his wife.

And she waits in her room.

The first call she gets is from Aaron, 10 minutes after his class ends.

“Hey baby,” she answers quickly.

“Are we still on for tonight?” He double-checked, making sure nothing had changed between his leaving for work and now.

“Mhm, I’m waiting for Mr. Ghostface to arrive,” she whispers, voice low and dark. Making sure he knows just how ready she is.

“And you remember the safe word?”

She hums again, “I do, and we can both use it, remember?”

“I will if I need to,” he says and she can hear the smile on his face. “Did Jack leave okay?”

“Yeah, about an hour ago,” she assures. “We’re all good to go unless he calls and needs to come home.”

“I’m sure he won’t,” Aaron’s positive. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Sure?”

“You put my mask downstairs?”

“I did,” she smirks. “And an outfit…”

“Oh, okay,” he sounds so excited. “Can you put my handcuffs down there too?”

“Are they in the safe?” She double-checks, cause the last time she saw them they were in his bedside drawer…

“They are…”

She gets up from the bed, goes into their closet and presses her thumb to the sensor, he could probably hear the lock click as the door swings open. He has 2 guns and his cuffs right there, sitting on top of their important documents and her most expensive jewelry.

“I’ll leave them downstairs for you,” she says as she takes them out and shuts the safe once more. “Anything else you want?”

“Just you,” he teases.

“okay well, I’ve got another phone call I’m expecting, so I should let you go,” she says while heading back down the stairs.

“Can we just pause for a sec?” He asks.

“Mhm, what’s up?”

“So you still want me to pretend to break in? We’re still doing everything we talked about?” He asks again, obviously nervous.

“Hey, we don’t have to do any of it if you’ve changed your mind?” She assures. “I mean it, we can just do something vanilla tonight, we don’t have to do a scene.”

“I want to make you happy—

“I won’t have fun if you don’t,” she resets the boundaries. “You tell me what you want to do and that’s what we’ll do.”

“I’m going to call you from outside, I’m going to make my way in and I’m going to sneak up the stairs and find you in the bedroom where I’m going to restrain you by cuffing you to the bedpost and have my way with you,” he lays out the series of events. “We’ll have sex, I’ll free you, I’ll take care of you until you calm down and then I would like some cuddles.”

“I have water and snacks in here waiting for us to be done, would you like a bath after?” She asks.

“Yeah, that would be nice,” he says and she can hear him smile again. “Okay, good. Good, we’re ready to go.”

“I love you,” she whispers. “I’m so excited to try this.”

“I love you more,” he reminds her and then he’s off. They say their final goodbye and she heads back upstairs to her room to await her hell prince.

—

She sees his headlights as he pulls into the driveway but she doesn’t hear his door shut, they just go out. That’s when her phone rings again.

“You again,” she teases right away. “Let me guess you know I’m home alone and you just wanna ‘talk’?”

“I just wanted to hear your pretty voice one last time,” he says with his deepest voice, it’s almost a growl.

Chills run down her spine once more. He’s way too good at this.

“What?” She asks, fear on her tongue.

“I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

“I’m not going anywhere?”

“You’re right… I’m coming to you.”

The line clicks and all she’s left with is the sound of her heartbeat in her ears… and her panties. Well, lack thereof. This set didn’t really leave much to the imagination. It was perfect to tear off. Easy to cut if need be. And currently, soaked.

Her ears feel like they’re on fire as she tries her hardest to listen to what’s going on downstairs. Either he’s being extra quiet or he’s not in the house yet. But he will be. He’ll change and he’ll climb the stairs and push her door open and take her. And she’ll take him. She’ll take him so good he’ll want to wear this fucking mask all the goddamn time.

And then the stairs of their century home creak, one by one as he climbs them ever so slowly. Slower than ever before. They creek and pop, they whine and echo down the hall towards her bedroom. There are only two times that these stairs sounding this awful are so helpful and it’s during role-plays like this and when their teenager sneaks out at night.

He makes his way down the hallway, towards the bedroom door and he looks through the crack. Mask on, that classic screaming, white face shines through the dark. He pushes the door open, making it squeal on rusty hinges. They really need to fix those.

“Aaron?” She calls out.

“Think again,” he teases, voice muffled behind the mask but still deep.

She scoots up the bed, drawing her knees in closer to her body as she cowers away. Checking him out in the meantime. The way he’s hard in his boxers, how his robe opens to show off his cute tummy and salt and pepper treasure trail… he’s delicious and all hers.

He creeps forward, “Don’t you know the rules to survival in a horror movie?” She shakes her head in fear. “Rule number one, sex equals death.”

“I wasn’t—

“But you were ready for it,” he points at her with his free hand and she notices how he’s gripping his cuffs with the other. He starts to twirl the cuff around his finger while chuckling deep from within. “What a shame he leaves a sexy thing like you home all by yourself most nights…”

“He’ll be home any—

“No, he won’t,” he taunts, and she can hear the smirk on his face. “I’ll be long finished with you by the time he comes back.”

He pounced on the bed, struggled with her to get a cuff on her one wrist and bring them both up to the headboard so he could loop the cuffs around the bars and trap her there. “You’re mine.”

“Please don’t do this,” she begs, trying her hardest to stay in character.

“Boo hoo,” he says, really not giving a shit what she wants or doesn’t. He straddles her waist and walks on his knees until his junk is right there near her face. “You’re going to take what I give you.”

She can’t help sticking her tongue out, wetting the fabric of his boxers as he presses his bulge against her face. Mouth watering, she can smell him under the fragrance of their detergent on his boxers. “Cock drunk already? You’re such a good little slut, no wonder that old man loves you.”

She whines, “Please Mr. Ghostface…”

“Say it,” he growls.

“Let me suck your cock, please? I need it,” she begs this time, watching him pull his boxers down just enough to expose his cock.

It stands tall, he grips himself by the base and taps it against her tongue a few times and she moans before licking at the head and taking him into her mouth. She drags her tongue along the pulsating vein on the underside of his perfect cock. He’s uncut and thick and her mouth is watering by the time she takes him between her lips. She relaxes her jaw, avoids her teeth, and uses her tongue around the head… all things he’s asked her to do for him in the past. This is the only cock she’s sucked and actually enjoyed doing it in her whole life.

The man above her grips her hair tighter and groans, “sweet christ… such a good little slut for me, taking my cock like a fucking champ.”

She hums around him, so content already but the praise mixed with the degrading words… fuck, was it ever good? She gains more confidence, sucking this man's cock like her life depends on it. Wet and sloppy, she gets drool all over her chin and it drips down her neck to pool at the pillows but she doesn’t give a fuck. She takes him deeper, letting the man fuck her throat, breathing through her nose with her eyes shut, she gags slightly but it’s bearable, she likes it… Mr. Ghostface really likes it, too, if his moans behind the mask are any indication.

He drags his hand from her hair, down the side of her face and he cups her cheek as he pulls out, hearing her whine. “If I’m going to fuck you, I’m gonna need this back,” he teases.

She whines again, “but, but?” Her voice horse and her breathing heavy.

“But nothing, you’re going to sit there and you’re going to take it like a good little whore I know you are,” he taunts.

Getting off her and the bed, he lets his boxers go and he tosses off the stupid little robe he was wearing to complete the fit. Now naked except for his mask, he pulls her beside drawer open and pulls out her vibrator and the pocket knife she keeps there for… reasons like the time she couldn’t get the knots undone when she restrained him once.

He tosses the vibe on the bed and flips the blade out of the pocket knife. She squirms, “What are you going to do with that?”

“Cut these new panties off you… never saw these in the drawer the last time I was in here,” he says, building the story more.

“You’ve…you’ve been in my home before?”

He nods, “many times.”

“You’re a sick fuck,” she spits at him.

“Mhm and you’re going to love it,” he says as he climbs back between her legs.

He drags the tip of the blade from her stomach to her hip, down her thigh and back up. “Look at the way you quiver for me, how eager you are to spread your legs… don’t tell me your FBI boyfriend taught you to just give it up like this?”

“Husband,” she corrects him.

“Boring,” he taunts. “Husbands are useless, you get boring sex and boring conversations and then they die.”

He slips the blade under the elastic on her hip and starts to cut it off. Slowly, she feels the fabric snap apart and exposes her to him. He grips the hem on her other hip and pulls her panties off the one leg he didn’t destroy. He flings them off and tosses the knife onto her bedside table but he tosses it too hard and it slides all the way off, behind the table and almost takes the lamp out with it. “Oops,” he laughs from deep within.

He takes the vibrator back in his hand and turns it on, “I can’t eat you out without showing you my face, so I guess I’m going to have to make you cum a few times with this…”

“Fuck,” she whines, legs spread as she arches closer to the sound of the buzzing.

On the lowest setting, he drags the head of the vibe over her inner thigh and over her hip bone. Up her stomach and then onto her hardened nipple. She whines again, “please? Please Mr. Ghostface?”

He hums, “Be patient, slut.”

He runs it over her other nipple, watching as she tosses her head back and bites her lip, hard. She tugs at the cuffs, making them click against the metal bed poles as she soots down the bed, trying to get closer to him, begging for some friction where she needs it most.

He slowly brings the vibe back down her body and presses it to her clit a bit roughly, he presses the button to speed it up, putting it on the second speed and hearing her yelp. “oh my god?” She grinds against it, “holy fuck.”

“Don’t be afraid to make some noise, we’re all alone here tonight,” he assures. “And if we’re not… if your husband walks in on us I want him to hear how much of a slut you’ve been for me. Let him know what you want can’t be achieved by him.”

She moans again, it’s oddly hot pretending to cheat on him… he leans in closer to her, holding the vibe to her clit as he hovers over her. She leans forward, wanting to kiss him even though he’s in a mask, she whines, “Need you,” she whispers. “Please?”

“Cum for me first,” he says, shaking his head. “I want you soaked and trembling when I slip into you. And if you’re good, maybe I’ll un-cuff you for it.”

“Oh god,” she arches her hips again, pressing herself against the vibrator even more, “Oh please?”

“Close already?” He teases, pressing the button again so it can go as fast as possible. “Go on whore, you can do it. Cum for me.”

Her thighs are absolutely trembling as she gets closer. With her eyes tightly shut and her jaw dropped, she lets out breathy moans and rides the head of the vibrator. He’s so close to her, pressed to her side with his hard cock resting on her hip, “you’re doing so good, baby, come on, it’s right there,” he praises her, letting his character slip a bit.

She accidentally says his name as the dam breaks, she cums with a quake, “Oh my god, oh fuck,” she whines as he keeps holding the vibrator to her clit and she can’t pull away from him.

He snickers, “There she is, I love that noise you make when you cum on this thing.”

“How—

“You keep asking stupid questions,” he cuts her off. “What part of I’ve been stalking you can’t you get through your thick skull?”

“Please, please stop?” She begs. “S’too much.”

He pulls back just for a second, causing her to sigh and then he presses the vibrator right back to her. “You really thought I’d let you stop at just one? When I know you like to cum at least 3 times… that’s why you got this toy, isn’t it? Cause that old man you’re shackled to can’t go more than one round without getting tired.”

“Fuck you,” she spits, whining and grinding against the toy in her overstimulation.

“Oh, you will,” he whispers. “I’m going to get you all pliant and dumb and then I’m going to flip you over and fuck you senseless like the little pet that you are. Maybe I’ll even keep you forever? Get you a cute little collar and a leash and make you mine.”

She moans again, bucking her hips towards the feeling, he knows it takes her a bit longer to get to the second one sometimes. So he keeps talking. “I know just how much you like that, being fucked in doggy. You like being held down, feeling my balls clap against your ass while I fuck you deep and hard. When I push my weight against you… and when I wrap my hand around your throat to draw you in for a kiss.”

She doesn’t give any warning, she just comes right then and it’s clearly a shock to her too. She shakes like mad and not a single coherent sound leaves her mouth. She’s completely wrecked, cock-drunk and ready for more. He turns off the vibrator and lets her relax for just a moment, he runs his hand over her stomach and up to her boobs, cupping it and rubbing his thumb over her nipple, making her twitch again. “Shhh, it’s okay. I’ve got you…”

She just nods, trying to catch her breath, she can’t find any words to say.

“If I un-cuff you, are you going to run away?” He asks, watching her shake her head. “Didn’t think so… not like you could with your jello legs.”

She smiles, full of euphoria, “yeah…”

He heads over to his own nightside table, the key is in a little dish where he puts his watch and ring at night. Although, his ring is downstairs tonight, to add to the ambiance that this is a stranger fucking her and not her husband in a mask.

He’s quick to get her out of the cuffs and he soothes over the ache in her wrists. “You okay?” He asks, his voice soft and low, breaking character slightly.

She nods, “you? It’s not too hot in there?”

“It’s fine,” he nods too. “Ready?”

She lets him roll her over, he gets her on her knees with her ass in the air and pushes her face into the pillow. “It’s time for the ride of your life.”

He taps his cock against her ass cheek, making it jiggle. He loves her curves and her flub and the way she shakes and jiggles and how he has all this skin to hold onto while he fucks her like this. He grips her cheeks, spreading them apart to see how much of her cum has slipped down from one hole to the other, she’s glistening and wet and so, so ready for him to fuck her. He grinds his cock between her folds, using her slick to coat himself and glide back and forth, teasingly, before he sticks it in.

He doesn’t give any warning, he simply rams his cock into her, making her gasp. “Oh, you feel better than I imagined…” He pulls out slightly and slams back inside again and again, not giving her any time adjust to it. “Been obsessed with the idea of fucking this pussy from the moment I first laid eyed on you. Knew you’d take me so well.”

She whines into the pillow, reaching her hand back, he holds it and goes to reach for the other. Holding both her hands, making her hold herself up with her core muscles as he fucked into her. Her tits dangle and shake with the force of his thrusts, she makes the most whorish moans and gasps. When she gets tired, she pushes her face back into the mattress and arches her back even more.

She mumbles into the pillow and he grips her hair, pulling her back, “what?”

“Harder!” She eggs him on.

Chuckling, “Such a good whore…” he teases. He reaches for the vibrator and turns it on. He slips it underneath her and he pushes on her back so that she can grind against it as he fucks her harder. Absolutely ramming into her, she goes feral for it. Making noises he hasn’t ever heard from her before as the bed hits the wall at a jackhammering rhythm.

She grips the sheets like her life depends on it, drooling into the mattress where her face is pressed, she screams as he hits her cervix hard. She’s so close, he can feel it by the way she clenches and sucks in him deeper, the sounds she’s making and the way she trembles. It’s intoxicating. He’s fucking addicted to it. He’s going to need to do this to her more often if she likes it this much…

She feels so good, but it’s everything else that’s got him so close to cumming deep inside of her. His rhythm changes as he gets closer. He ruts against her faster, making her ass shake even more as he chases his high. He’s breathing heavily, at a loss for words, but he knows how much she gets off on his voice. “Right there,” he pants. “Right fucking there, take it. Take it, whore. Oh, fuck, you feel so good. So fucking good for me.”

She says his name again, chanting it this time, “Aar!” She screams as she cums for the 3rd time tonight.

He fucks her through it, right there with her. He can feel her getting wetter than ever before like she’s managed to squirt and that gets him. He starts to cum, feeling it rush through his body as he fills her up. She lets out another moan, feeling him fuck his cum deeper into her a few times before he drops down onto her. She’s strong enough to push herself up and scoot up a bit so she’s not trapped on top of the vibrator and they both sigh. He takes off the mask and throws it to the side, slipping out of her, he lays on her side with his arm slung around her. She turns to the side, crawls over him and cups his face in her hands. She kisses him, hard. His hands roam her back as she swipes her tongue over his bottom lip, silently asking for more.

She’s always been a kisser during sex, it really killed her to not be able to kiss him during that. It was so hot… it was everything she wanted and now it was her turn to thank him. She pushes his sweaty hair back and hums into his mouth, she kisses the side of his lips and then his jaw over to his ear. “That was everything…”

“I did good?” He asks, fucked out and dropping slowly.

“So, so good, baby,” she praises. “I loved every second of it. You’re so good to me, you always do what I ask for. I love you.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, holding her closer with his big hands cradling her back. She kisses his neck once more and goes to sit up but he wants to cuddle just a little longer. “Stay.”

“Okay,” she rests against him, tucking her head into the crook of his neck. “We’ll clean up when you’re ready.”

He runs his fingers up and down her back, she traces a heart over his chest with her nail and smiles. She’s so relaxed, so tired and so, so happy to be with him. “You’re amazing, Aar-bear.”

“You’re… you’re everything,” he says at a loss for words. “I can’t believe how loud you got?”

She laughs, a little embarrassed, “well, we usually have a kid in the house so I can’t get like that… and if we hit his wall like that at night he’d lose his mind.”

Aaron laughs, “Yeah, I’ve gotta check and see if we chipped the paint…”

“When he goes to college we’ll have to put some foam on the back of the headboard,” she teases. “We can fuck like this all the time next year.”

He lets out a sigh, “Yeah… we definitely need to do more role plays.”

“And you can pick them too, you know?” She says, sitting up to look at him. “Anything you want, we’ll do that next.”

“Right now I just want to have a bath with you and then change the sheets and go to sleep,” he says with a smile.

“Okay,” she agrees. She gets up carefully, a little sore and she’s definitely going to be feeling it tomorrow… she takes the vibe off the bed and finally turns it off, throwing it back into her night table to worry about later. There’s a huge wet spot on the bed where it was. “Did I…”

He smirks, “I think you did… it was hot.”

“Wow,” she’s shocked and amazed.

“You go start the bath, I’ll strip the sheets,” he offers. “Put in whatever you want.”

“Do you want a drink?” She asks. “I brought your scotch up, too.”

“You really are the most perfect woman,” he praises with a smile.

She picks up his mask from the floor, it landed pretty close to where her underwear ended up. She gathers all their clothes and tosses them into the dirty laundry, but his mask… his mask goes into the closet where it will stay until they need it again.

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[tooturtly]

Just watched Nosferatu, and I’ve heard a lot of things. But oh boy did nobody warn me that it was a bad film (in my opinion)!!!!!!

Here’s me ranting bc I have so many thoughts:

1. The costumes and set, the DESIGN that went into this film were all gorgeous, but they did nothing for the story. The costumes and set did not convey the story of the characters

2. The environment also did not play a role in the story of the film despite being used visually. Why use beautiful vistas and the grandiose aspects of nature if you’re not gonna fucking use them for anything other than “here’s something nice to look at!” (Especially when you’re set in the FUCKING ROMANTIC ERA!! Come on!)

3. The plot (oh boy the fucking plot), of which there were three? There were too many plots. This film did not know what it’s point was.

Was it about forbidden desire? (I don’t think so) if it was it didn’t say anything with it. What was the point? What was the message? That forbidden desire is something you must sacrifice for?

This film wanted to be about desire and then someone (the director?) made the choice to make vampires unsexy??? For a film where one of the plots was about sex and desire, it was shockingly uninterested in sex and desire??? It was so committed to being unsexy? Where the vampire is literally called by her desire to exist and yet, there’s nothing? What is happening!

4. Sexism. I thought, considering the setting and the new focus on the woman (idk her name, idk anybody’s names, the Mina Harker stand in), they would address the sexism of the period??? But no! They even discuss hysteria!! Melancholy! They tie her to the ficking bed and it GOES NOWHERE!!!

5. The dialogue. This film is so over exaggerated, it could be so stylistic, the dialogue certainly is. and yet it plays itself so serious, so straight. How can anybody say “I’ve seen things that would make Isaac Newton crawl back into his mothers womb” and not even a little bit acknowledge that it’s a crazy thing to say??? If you acknowledged that this man was a little off his rocker it could work! But no! The audience in the theater laughed!! Multiple times when the tone of the film was very clearly supposed to be serious! But it was funny!!

5a. See Thomas laying flat on his face after his first night in the castle (laughter). Or like, plenty of the buckwild lines. I’m gonna have to go to Reddit to find a proper list some day bc there’s some real gems.

6. Lily Rose Depps performance. It’s so intense. She’s going at a ten when everyone else is acting very subtly, with really great subtle expressions that convey what they’re feeling. And then she’s shouting half her dialogue, with very little build in intensity or time to build up. It made it hard to tell how I was supposed to interpret what she was feeling. Did she really love Thomas? Was she truly afraid of Orlock? What was happening?

7. Pacing. There’d be one incredibly intense, chaotic, horrifying and emotional scene, and then it would cut to Frederick and the two doctors just standing around talking!!! Where does your carefully built tension and suspense go!!!!! For a film highlighting the experiences of a woman, it sure doesn’t spend a lot of time showing us what she’s thinking!!! Or doing! Or feeling!!!

This film dragged. The first half was too long, the second half was unfocused. I could go into the cutting room with this film and take half an hour out and I guarantee you wouldn’t notice. Defoe’s character could be folded into the other doctor and no changes would be necessary. Why is Knock in the later half? What does he add to the story to begin with? (Nothing)

Especially when you consider that it’s totally normal to assume everyone is somewhat familiar with the story of Dracula. You do not have to reinvent the wheel!! You can cut stuff! We do not need Thomas spending so much time in the Castle! Or with the nuns! Or Frederick! (Speaking of, what happened to the money and debt subplot?) we don’t need them. Give me more of what’s her faces story! (Is it Tulla? Helen? Something with an L?)

8. Dracula’s castle: as a modern audience, we know Dracula is evil. Thomas does not need an extended scene of being told Dracula is evil. We do not need him in this house of horrors. It might actually be MORE horrifying if we don’t see it, if we guess! He doesn’t know what’s happening, he’s being violated! And we don’t know either! Just cut it bc it does nothing to the plot after the contract is signed. If you need a reason somebody in this story can kill a vampire, give it to Defoes character.

9. I have seen other films do these same themes and ideas, this exact story even, and I have seen it done better. Hell, I’m a massive fan of Bram Stoker’s Dracula from 1996 with Winona Ryder and Keanu Reeves. It does the same story in a very campy, silly, seductive manner. But because it knows what it is, because it knows what tone and story it’s going for, because it does not take itself too seriously, I can actually get into it! I can vibe! I can have fun! I can see what it’s going for and appreciate it!!! But no! Count Orlock’s stuttering drawl has no place in this film! It does not fit stylistically! The “sexy” scenes, the need for Mina to sacrifice herself in a way, it doesn’t work the same!

I think this is what makes me so mad!!!!!!!! It’s similar to how I felt after watching Bullet Train. A well done, we’ll executed movie which very clearly had talented artistic people working on it, but without a soul. A film that has taken better movies and ground them up into a paste to spit back out at me. A film without anything to say. A hollow shell of shots and cuts and dialogue that doesn’t actually add up to a story.

[angie-long-legs]

Because you can never have too much guinea pig stuff in your life, here are some quotes from a Reddit post called "Guinea pigs are underrated":

"They should be as popular as dogs and cats. They may poop all the time, not like being pet that much, run away, but it's absolutely worth it. They're like vegetable eating cats. They come in many patterns. They adorably squeak. They fit in a pocket. This is a guinea pig appreciation post."

"Couldn’t agree more. I also appreciate their fondness for routine, their endless excitement for hay refills despite the fact that they eat it almost continuously throughout the day, their reaction to the fridge opening every single time. To be honest, I also think they look more adorable than dogs or cats too."

"Guinea pigs are some of the cutest animals on the planet, being all head and butt as they are."

"Some of them really adore petting too. Mine love to snuggle up on the couch and have chin rubs."

"I got my two piggies last year. They’re the first pigs I’ve ever had and I’m so obsessed. I love them so much! ❤️ All my boys ever want to do is lay around and get pet. I love taking them out and chilling with them while I watch TV. They’re such sweet, loving animals. I wish more people realized how special piggies really are!"

"I had literally no experience with guinea pigs until last year when my daughter moved back home and brought some with her. I was adamant that they were 100% her responsibility, yet within a week I was wanting to give them treats, find things for enrichment, and take them out to cuddle and talk to, as well as making sure their cage is clean every day. I’m nearly as obsessed with these furry little spuds as she is"

[Post intended for the mun, but Angel can react if he wants to!]

//GUINEA PIGSSSSS!!! sorry chrysalis you have activated an unskippable cut scene 🧍‍♂️

I'm not letting Angel answer this IT'S YAP O'CLOCK FOR MUN!! SO here are the reasons I agree that guinea pigs are SUCH an underrated pet!

they are herbivores, meaning you don't have to feed them meat! so a great pet if you are vegan or veggie (I am not but I do enjoy not having to feed meat for the fact that it makes cleaning up after them less disgusting).

they build their life around their humans! when you are active and around them, they will be active too. they learn what time they get fed and will start to squeak every day as it gets close to that time. they also recognise sounds associated with being fed and will squeak when they hear them eg. the fridge opening, crinkly plastic packages, the sound of chopping veggies.

they have their own personalities! I've had piggies that are very shy and unsociable, piggies that will jump into your lap and climb on you, piggies that will hide all the time, piggies that will escape and have adventures running around the carpet, piggies that are picky eaters, piggies that try to eat everything in sight... and I love all of them for the fact that they are unique and distinct from eachother!

they need the company of another piggy or they get lonely! so once you get one, pig, you need more... and if you're like me, you will end up with a small petting zoo in your home lol.

they are written off as a "children's pet", which often means they don't get the proper care they deserve as parents do not take adequate responsibility to ensure they're well cared for. a child can be the primary caretaker, but ultimately, the adult is responsible for the wellbeing of the pet. if the child is not looking after the pet, it is up to the adult to ensure it gets the care it needs. unfortunately, that's why a lot of small pets end up in rescues: parents don't realise the amount of work that goes into small animal care, and don't realise that young children don't have the capacity to fully care for another living being without assistance. if you as a parent are not prepared to look after a pet that that your child gets bored of or is not capable of taking care of, don't get your child a pet!

they take patience, persistence and understanding to bond with. guinea pigs are prey animals, and they need humans who understand this and will let them run away and hide when they need to. they will slowly learn to trust you over time. some pigs will be tame within weeks. others will never be completely tame. at the moment, I have a piggy who is still very shy, and I have a feeling she always be on the more skittish side. another of my pigs is an absolute bossy boots and will yell at me when I walk past until I give him head pats. they are all different, and that's okay! if your piggy runs away from you, it doesn't mean they hate you! it's their nature to be shy.

here are my babiessss <3

[athena-theunicorn]

Okay, I don't usually make super long posts but I had to explain these out in detail and have people tell me I'm not crazy.

TL;DR: Why Tears of the Kingdom could be the end of the timeline (not necessarily a circle end, either), and why our theories saying Zelda was Hylia during the trailer era were right.

First order of buisness, I don't watch many theory videos. I haven't seen anyone talk about this here or on reddit, so I assume it's not a very well known thought, but I could be wrong. I could also just be spouting bullshit. The only three games I've completed have been SS, BotW, and TotK.

How is totk the end of the timeline?

Excellent question. Thus begins my tedtalk.

So, we know that Ganondorf was a Gerudo King, yes. He was esentially sealed away by Rauru because at the time they didn't have a working master sword to kill him with. Ganondorf lay in stasis in the depths of the first castle for probably many millennia. Zelda is able to tell them all of this because she's seen it all happen before, right in front of her eyes. So she is able to prepare them for war accordingly.

But since Ganondorf in this time was only sealed, it means he never died. And we don't know all exactly what Rauru's power is capable of. We don't know if, for example, bits of Ganondorf's power was able to escape and create figureheads to aid in the destruction of men named Link and Princesses named Zelda.

You heard that right. I think that Ganondorf was the first Evil Incarnate to grace the Kingdom of Hyrule. He was somehow able to reach bits of his magic and create weaker versions of himself to hopefully end or at the very least terrorize the future generations of the Kingdom he wanted so desperately. He created Demise to warn the generations of the terror he would cause. It was never a curse, but more like a promise.

It explains the (somewhat silly) health bar during the final battle. It explains why when he was disturbed for the first time in eons his was brittle, dehydrated, and weak to the Sword. Using his magic to make lesser versions of himself drained him, leaving him with a mummy. But when he finally awakened he was able to revive himself while Link was running around Hyrule looking for his Zelda.

But now that Ganondorf is vanquished once and for all with the Master Sword, I believe he is no longer able to send bits of himself out to terrorize people, thus ending the timeline for good.

Whooh. Okay.

Why is TotK Zelda actually Hylia?

This point is only slightly connected, so bare with me.

So, in Skyward Sword we know that it is explained that Hylia sent Hyrule to the sky to ward off a great evil and such. And in the Dragon Tear scenes on totk there are no sky islands, thus letting us believe this is before the islands were sent to the sky, if this is truly the first generation in a land called Hyrule.

In the final dragon tear scene ( I know, I'm sorry to bring it up, it still makes me cry too), Zelda - or the Light Dragon - is seen flying through the cloud barrier.

We aren't shown this part, but I think that hen Zelda flew above the cloud barrier, parts of the land broke off and went with her, ascending to the skys like how Skyward Sword described. Execpt Skyward Sword said that Hylia was the one to make Skyloft. But whos to say they're not one in the same?

Do you need more evidence? Well sure.

The other three known dragons (Farosh, Naydra, and Dinnral) are named after the three golden goddesses, the ones that left Hyrule in Hylia's care. Now, we don't know how these dragons came to be, if they were always there, if they're the goddesses spirits, or if they actually ate secret stones themselves. But you know who doesn't have a dragon? Hylia. And the Light Dragon has no name other than that. Because Hylia was the one to eat the secret stone, and Zelda didn't know she was Hylia herself.

Additionally, this explains why Zelda had such a hard time in Breath of the Wild reaching her powers. Because she was praying to nobody, and when she finally looked into herself for the answers she was able to finally reach that power. Hylia had nothing to do with it, and praying to her was all a lost cause anyway.

Dear god my brain hurts. But this was fun low key.

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

(I just remembered I posted this on Reddit like seven months ago and just completely forgot about it since. what do you think?)

listening to TTPD from start to finish multiple times I kind of built this story based on the main album's songs.

the very first song, fortnight, starts out with "I was supposed to be sent away / but they forgot to come and get me", an obvious reference to Hits Different and "have they come to take me away". Now, what if she was wrong? what if they did come and get her and she was taken to the psych ward, but she's still too deep in denial that she can't even accept it? the other lyrics, the music video and even the eras tour performance hint at this.

the album is kicked off by an introduction to the setting, followed by thirteen other accounts of a broken relationship, heartbreak and, at times, hope, so we have fourteen total visions of the whole affair and of the events prior and consequential. a fortnight of sleepless nights, if you will 👀. fourteen bursts of incredible songwriting, fourteen moments of introspection and of looking back. in short, girlie pop got sent to the mental hospital for a fortnight and had the most powerful, inspiring manic episode ever.

it all ends with the smallest man who ever lived, a rage-filled, potent spike of anger that leaves her empty of regret and that essentially signals the end of her therapeutic recovery. After this, she's discharged, and she's free to go. the fifteenth song, the alchemy, tells the story of how she's recovering from the whole experience ("what if i told you i came back? / the hospital was a drag") and how her new-found love is helping her rediscover the joy of a healthy relationship.

Clara Bow is an account of what is going to be left of her to whoever comes after: another name said by people to compare new young artists to, a legacy that has set the foundations for the newcoming generation of singers and songwriters. it's a testament to the work she made and that no one could ever undo.

So, she's out. she's free, and she has her lover right beside her. what of the anthology?

the fifteen songs inside it are what she wrote in the hospital. they are all the things that she had to get out of her system while processing the major traumas her last relationship gave her, but that were never meant to see the light of day. they are about much older events and people, about things that didn't happen recently but that left her scarred, that needed to be said but only made it when she was going through such a tough time. they were a forgotten manuscript at the bottom of a cardboard box, gathering dust until one faithful night, when, at two in the morning, nostalgia and regret hit. "what keeps you up at night?", if not the past that came haunting you so many years after?

(i also do not, in any way, imply that this is the actual storyline of the album!! it's just a fun coincidence I found interesting and wanted to work a bit more on. I'm also not saying that she was actually sent to a mental health institution cause that's just wild 😭)

That’s a really interesting way of reading the story! Almost like a series of interconnected vignettes or short stories.

I think Fortnight is a brilliant prologue to the album, because it covers pretty much all the themes in the suburban gothic nightmare. It’s very “Two households, both alike in dignity / In fair Verona, where we lay our scene.” I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about it all over again.

And I also love the music video so much, and wish we could have had more visual content like it, because the hospital/experiment metaphor is one of my favourites that she’s done I think.

[aikoiya]

AtLAB AU - Kuzon Calling

Okay, ya'll. I found this idea on Reddit & omgosh, it's such a great idea!

Like, can you imagine how interesting it could be???

Imagine Kuzon as a foil for not just Zuko, but just an example of what life was like in the Fire Nation before Sozin effed everything up!

And the amount of crap he'd likely have to come up with because of it, too! And, in fact, I could see him ending up hating the Fire Lord & his family as much as, if not even more than most in the show, because now, he has to deal with being associated with their tyrannical bs even though he was never a part of it.

He just makes very pointed, angry, cutting comments at Zuko, Iroh, & Azula whenever they happen to be in the same location.

I now have a scene where he's trapped with Zuko & he's immediately hostile towards him. And Zuko demands to know why. He won't talk, but he keeps pushing & pushing until the poor kid's temper boils over & explodes in this, ironically, Zuko-like rant about how his family ruined everything. How he hates him & everything he represents. How he's ashamed to have to be so much as thought of being in association with him & his genocidal family of tyrants.

Like, Zuko mentions that he needs to regain his honor, but Kuzon just laughs & says that he'll be searching forever then. When pressed, he says that "Your dad can't give you back your honor because how can someone who doesn't have honor themselves restore the honor of someone else? How can he even judge whether another has lost it if he can't even tell that he doesn't have it himself? Like, what do you think honor is?? Because back home, it refers to being worthy of respect & high regard. It means having good merit. It means honesty & integrity. It means being morally upright & acting in accordance with moral virtue & righteousness! You can't have honor without decency, so what would your father or your sister know anything about having honor!? So, no! Your dad can't restore your honor & neither can that witch of a sister of yours or anyone else who supports what's been happening since Sozen started this war & killed my friend's entire people!!! Like, the least you people could do is admit how messed up this whole thing is!!! What even is the point of it??? What's the goal!?!? What do you expect this will accomplish???? WHY DID YOUR FAMILY TURN MY HOME & MY PEOPLE INTO WARMONGERS & KILLERS!?!?"

Just a really angry & emotional mess that ends with him hunched on the floor in angry tears at what the nation & people he loved had become.

Though, I think that once he realizes that Iroh isn't for the war & is actively doing something to stop it, Kuzon would begin to lay off of him at least.

[enbypackinthic]

Fun from my Reddit pages

Had fun with both my partner and exboyfriend over a previous weekend , this is some irl events , it is also pulled from my Reddit page where I originally posted it. I did modified some of the writing due to me and one of the individuals no longer being in a relationship (he’s still a hella good person and overall good human)

Lemme say this first, I’m non-binary and a dom/top/breeder in the kink scene. My partner is trans masc non-binary, my exboyfriend is also trans as well. This is also an open/ polyamorous relationship. I feel this needs to be established first before I dive into what all transpired the other week. Respect everyone here is all I ask, not much to ask in that regard. Also for fellow gays that might be triggered by certain terms used here, here’s a quick warning ahead of time before you head.

The fun of the other week started on previous night where me and my partner were just being our natural slutty selves , he was on the start of a long much needed vacation from work and it was nice seeing him more throughout the day. He and I started to get horny and touchy and started things in the shower. He was on the last day of his cycle of the month and I wanted to breed his pussy and feel on his body. I had him in the shower and brought our fav little vibrator in with us and started using it on his clit while I played with his chest(lemme mention this now he doesn’t care for terms for his private parts). Groping his breasts and sucking on his perfectly sized nipples while toying with him always sends his mind going blank. Reaching down and feeling his pussy, he was already so wet and ready for my cock and I bent this twinky little whore of mine over and pushed my cock in his tight little pussy while I stared at his untouched asshole. Letting him hold the vibrator while I gripped his small little frame, I proceeded to pound that boy into submission while he tried to stay standing. Listening to him call me daddy and praising my cock would send anyone over the edge of no return. I pulled out of his pussy , while pulling back on his hair to bring his head next to mine and told him to get out and get in the bedroom. He whimpered and hurried as I took time to wash for a minute. Got in our room , locked the door and told him to lay down and hold those fucking legs of his up for me so I can watch that pussy of his take my thick cock. For the next 30 mins I was pounding all my frustration into this pussy that I was denied of for two weeks(he was sick followed by his period). His soft moans mixed with his loud scream and creaky bed made for the perfect symphony to our neighbors in my opinion. He started cumming on my cock while begging me to breed his slutty pathetic body to which I obliged and slammed my cock hard into him flooding his womb while he let out a loud scream. He became very overstimulated, and I pulled out and cleaned him up and gave him lots of cuddles and aftercare.

Now the next day starts off with me and the exboyfriend finally getting to have some private time for us. He’s not on T yet nor is taking any birth control so he brought condoms with him. I wasn’t expecting us to actually fuck yet. I’m the first person with a real dick that they’ve been with. We were cuddling in bed for a little bit , before stripping him naked and touching on his soft tiny frame. He’s under 5ft and has a nice thick round ass and nice average chest. We were kissing intensely while I was feeling his lovely chest and causing him the cutest little moans. I worked my lips all over his body and left hickeys and marks on him to let everyone know who he belongs to. His chest honestly even though I say my partner has the perfect pair, I gotta give the edge to my boyfriend. His breasts just so nice and full c cups that honestly I can feel, suck, and fuck for hours if he let me. At this point I was working my mouth on his pussy while watching him immediately get overwhelmed. Had to stop multiple times for him to catch his breathe, which is fine , I prefer him to have the best experience versus having any problems or concerns. He was begging me to give him my cock, which lemme tell you , is the cutest thing ever and the biggest turn on for me. He saw my cock and was a little nervous by how thick I was. I slid the condom on and well thank god it didn’t break somehow. I pushed my cock to his entrance and eased in till I was fully in him(this had to be the tightest hole I’ve ever been in) and stayed still for a little bit while he got used to my size. I started to fuck him slowly and having him run his hands across my chest and legs while I pumped his pussy. He didn’t last too long which was fine, we both just enjoyed the feeling of being connected with eachother. We stayed naked for a while and cuddled and talked for a couple hours before he had to go.

A day and a half later I had the exboyfriend over for bulk of the day , my partner was out for the day/night to handle irl stuff unrelated to anything. So I had my good boy bring himself over in just pjs , no undies or anything to contain himself , we didn’t wait long at all till we started fucking , the first condom we used broke and didn’t notice till I started seeing the condom fully just at my base and feeling his pussy with my bare cock(fuckkkkk it felt so good) (until we get to the point where he’s fine with bareback, I can wait). I had him at one point just jerking my cock off with his small hands while I fingered him. Fast forwarding because I would be here forever texting this, we fucked three times and cuddled and had dinner before I had to drop him back off at his apartment. The third session ended with me pinning him and telling him I’m gonna breed that tight pussy of his and feeling him tightening his grip around my cock as I came and filled that condom inside him.

[unhingedwomandiaries]

Had a dream last night - yeah yeah, most cliché fucking opener since 'Once upon a time,' but stick with me while I unpack this psychological shitstorm. Found myself lurking outside a room in my ex's house, the one he got when his parents kicked the bucket. Funny how your brain keeps floor plans filed away like some obsessive estate agent with a murder hobby. Every doorway, every creaky floorboard preserved in perfect bloody detail.

I knock, and suddenly this cock-trumpet's throwing me against the wall like I'm in some budget slasher film. My wrist goes a shade of purple that'd make Prince's wardrobe department jealous, then I'm getting a guided tour of his stairs, head-first. Here's the proper mind-fuck though - this wasn't even the boyfriend who actually used me as a punching bag in real life. Apparently my subconscious decided to play mix-and-match with my trauma, like some demented DJ spinning 'greatest hits of domestic violence.' Thanks for that, brain, you absolute weapons-grade wanker.

Next scene: I'm at an airport, that special circle of hell before security where everyone's still carrying their emotional baggage along with their actual Samsonite. Another ex materializes like a badly-coded NPC and starts laying into my glasses like they've personally offended his nan. "How are you sure you can't get laser?" he keeps bleating, exactly like the time this absolute bellend booked me for LASIK without asking. It was proper Kafka, if Kafka wrote about some speccy twat being harassed by the Perfect Vision Police.

Feeling more uncomfortable than a vegan at a butcher's convention, I somehow end up on Reddit via one of those check-in machines (dream logic can get in the bin). Instead of finding advice about how to tell your ex to fuck off back to Specsavers, I'm reading reviews of some dusty chemistry book written by an ex-mate. It's like my brain's shuffling through its rolodex of cunts, going "Remember this absolute weapon? No? Well here they fucking are!"

Why do these forgotten arseholes parade through our dreams like it's some kind of twat reunion tour? Is our subconscious some sort of sadistic archivist, preserving every shit interaction in its wank bank of trauma? Or maybe it's more like a vengeful librarian, lobbing the most painful volumes at our sleeping heads? Perhaps dreams are just the psychological equivalent of Facebook memories, except instead of showing you pictures from that messy night out in 2016, it's reminding you of every person who's ever made you contemplate murder.

P.S. If anyone needs me, I'll be updating my dream-restraining order to include all exes, their houses, and any airport that's ever existed.

[fmprojectwsc]

Project Idea - Proposal - Blade Echo's : Rhythmic Retaliation

During the last 6 units of this course, I gained experience in both blueprint and C++, giving me more knowledge of coding that in return makes my code more sophisticated and at more of a business level. Online materials during these units have greatly improved my progress using C++, laying down a more academic path for university. During these projects, I have learned how to cast to other scripts, create variables, create components and create complex code all within C++. Before starting this course at West Suffolk College, I only knew a beginners level of blueprint code, however throughout my units I have expanded on this knowledge to now be able to create games and code with ease. During these projects, I have pushed myself to achieve more than others in my class, which in return showcases my development over my first unit of this course. I have also expanded my knowledge of blueprint drastically throughout these projects as well, which allowed me to make a building game on my last project. This project was a great learning curve, allowing me to understand what I need to improve on for my projects in the future. I have been finding out that my time management during all of my units however is lacking, so I will be using online resources to create a timesheet of objectives that I must complete (Trello). For my future, I plan on following the path of a game programmer, rather than a person that focuses on art. This idea was the reason why I started this course, and therefore I plan to carry this on at uni.

To get an idea of what to create for this project, I have received feedback on 3 ideas that I have created via google forms from 8 different people in my class. The chosen idea is a game called Sword Frenzy, which is a rhythm based, endless scrolling game that gives the player a sword, and the player must cut or deflect bullets that are going towards them. The game will take heavy inspiration for its level design from pistol whip, and its cutting mechanics from Beat Saber. When receiving feedback for this game idea, some people wanted speed mechanics, like in SuperHot, to be added to the game. As I think that the mechanic might affect gameplay too much, I will be putting it behind a toggle button for the player to pick when they want it on or off. I plan on the buildings and the art overall to be low poly, just using cubes and rectangles so the game is simplified and could run on a quest 2/3 standalone without requiring a powerful computer. I also plan on adding some slight dialog/speech like “start” and “finished '' to enhance the experience of the game. I will also be adding music that will be synced with the gunshots, as well as the sections that get spawned in. If the section of music is complex, then it will spawn in a complex scene. If the section of music is quiet and soft, then it will showcase that in the section. For this project, I will be taking research from 4 main sources : Unreal Stacker, Unreal Engine Forms, Reddit and Udemy. For my 1st project of this academic year, I brought an online university course on Udemy to gain some knowledge of C++, and I hope to use that course once again for this project.

Throughout this project, I will be taking my feedback and negative conclusions from past projects to enhance this final project. I will reflect on what I have done wrong with previous projects to create a better outcome for this one. For this project, I will be using Trello to create a board of features that must be implemented and with an amount of time that the feature will require. This should allow me to keep on track with the project and not fall back due to bad time management, which was one of the main problems throughout all of my previous projects. I will also be recording all of my problem-solving on my blog so I can refer back to that in the future.

[terrifictoonman]

Prompt: You are a super villain who's discovered the true identity of your rival. He's your brother.

(By u/Killer_o00 on Reddit)

Death by Heroism

Breaking news update! Another epic battle between the hero, Panda Man, and his arch-enemy, Smokescream, in downtown Astro City. Just a few seconds ago, a massive explosion from the top of Neil Tower resulted in its collapse. First responders are on the scene, yet there is no sign of the two supers.

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Deep under Neil Tower, the young hero, Panda Man, struggles to hold up the mountain rubble on top of him. Next to him is his nemesis, Smokescream, pinned under a large concrete slab.

"Come on, you arrogant piece of-" Panda Man kicks a rock at Smokescream's head. "- Wake up!" Smokescream coughs up some ash. He tries to push the slab off of him but stops, holding his arm in pain.

"Damn it!" yelled Smokescream.

"Don't bother," said Panda Man, "I already tried. That's how I ended up like this. Just smoke up and get out of here."

"And leave my favorite hero all by his lonesome," said Smokescream, "Not a chance. Not every day you get to watch your mortal enemy die."

"God, I hate you," said Panda Man.

----------{Thirty Minutes Later}----------

Smokescream lays on the ground, looking annoyed at Panda Man.

"So, uh, how long are you gonna keep this up?" asked Smokescream.

"As long as I need to," answered Panda Man. Smokescream sighed.

"Typical hero answer," said Smokescream. "I gotta ask, do you have, like, a stack of note cards with quips and one-liners written on them that you rehearse all the time or what?"

"Bite me!" said Panda Man.

"Eh, little better," said Smokescream. "You know, with a little more edge, you'd make a great villain and not one of those one-offs that die at the end of the movie."

"Thanks," said Panda Man sarcastically.

"I'm serious," said Smokescream, "You're a brutal fighter, mysterious, and deeply hated by all the major news sources. Just drop the nice guy schtick, and you're there! Besides, being a villain is so freeing."

"Says the guy trapped under several tons of rubble and heading to jail the second he's freed," said Panda Man.

"You're funny," said Smokestack. His eyes turned red as black ash seeped from under his suit, consuming him. The ash cloud slipped from under the concrete slab, causing it to drop, shifting the weight of the rubble and putting more pressure on Panda Man. "Last time I checked, the only one trapped here is you. I just didn't want to leave you alone in your final moments."

Smoke scream reformed, sitting atop the concrete slab, still holding his arm.

"Your consideration is noted but not needed," said Panda Man. "I will be fine! You can go!"

"Your request is noted but is not gonna happen," mocked Smokescream. "I'll leave when I'm good and ready."

----------{One Hour Later}----------

Panda Man struggles to hold up the rubble. His arms and knees struggle, sweat seeps through his mask, and his breathing intensifies. Meanwhile, Smokescrem just watches Panda Man with a smile on his face.

"Getting tired?" asked Smokescream. Panda Man ignores the question, focusing all his energy on holding the rubble back. "Man, they must be nowhere near us. You'd think by now you'd feel all that steel, concrete, and glass get, at least, a little lighter."

Panda Man pushes the rubble up in hopes of getting some attention from the first responders on the surface. However, the strain is too much, and he nearly drops to his knees. "Who-oa! That was a close one! Bet you can't do that again." Panda Man struggles to return to his original position but is unable, dropping back down with a loud exhale.

Smokescream makes his way over and kneels down to Panda Man. "Look, how about this: give me the name of someone you trust -" Panda Man glares at Smokescream through his mask. "I promise I will not harm them. When I get out of here, I'll find them and tell them where to find your body. Might be a close casket funeral, but at least they'll have a body to bury."

The weight of the rubble seems to be getting heavier by the second as Panda Man is forced to his knees. He looks at Smokescream.

"Why...should I... believe you?" said Panda Man.

"I could explain why, but I don't think you have that much time left," said Smokescream. A sudden shift puts more weight on Panda Man, forcing a loud groan. "Sooooo?"

"21780, Wagner Street," said Panda Man.

"A retirement home?" asked Smokescream, "why -"

"Room number...C4," said Panda Man. Smokescream's charismatic attitude dropped like a brick from a plane.

"Vin?" asked Smokescream.

"Don't worry," said Panda Man, "I...I never told him."

"Oh my god! Vin!" yelled Smokescream as he threw off his helmet. "Why...why didn't you-"

"I...could explain, but I don't have that much time left," said Panda Man as he cracked a grin under his mask. "Just get out of here! Make sure...make sure he doesn't blame himself!"

"No! No! No! I'm not leaving you down here!" yelled Smokescream.

"I know you're...not," said Panda Man, "You're going to...tell them where...to find me, right?"

"...I'm so sorry," said Smokescream.

"Don't worry about it," said Panda Man, "we're brothers. We help each other...no matter what." Another shift puts more pressure on top of Panda Man. "Go! Now!" With tears welling up, Smokescream's eyes glow again as he turns into smoke and slips through the cracks in the rubble.

With his brother gone, Panda Man closes his eyes and takes one last deep breath.

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...Well, that was sad.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the story! If you have any comments, critiques, or criticisms, please let me know (as long as they're constructive (or funny)).

Stay safe, drink plenty of water, and be kind to yourself and others.

ToonMan, AWAY!

[ladynearthelake]

Untitled Pacific Rim Fic

In the spirit of fic amnesty, I decided to post a work in progress from like three years ago that I still think about sometimes, but have no motivation to work on any more.  

This was inspired by @skull-bearer ‘s Avengers AU that they posted both here and on AO3. Here’s the link for the curious! I still go back and read it sometimes when I need that Newmann love in my life. 

Please enjoy this loose collection of scenes that deserved to see the light of day! It’s just over 6k with some violence and some swearing. Very much not beta read, so apologies for any spelling and grammar errors.

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Newt stretches his arms above his head as he pushes back from his desk. It’s been quiet in the lab tonight, and he’s spent most of the day convincing himself that he’s going to cut out early. He’s reached a good stopping point for the evening. He checks his bag again before closing down his work station and heading for the door.

Newt’s needed a night to himself, and he knows exactly how he’s going to spend it. He pulls his well-worn hoodie on, carefully avoiding the very large goons that his benefactor employs. Most of Hannibal Chau’s organization knows that Newt’s not to be messed with, but that doesn’t stop Newt from treading lightly. At least, he does when he remembers to keep his big, obnoxious mouth shut.

Work in the city had been impossible to find when Newt first arrived. He’d accumulated an upsetting amount of debt in his undergrad and was looking at even more for his doctorate program. The money problem seemed insurmountable, until he stumbled into Hannibal Chau’s orbit. Newt can’t even remember how it happened exactly. One day he was in a coffee shop, close to tears about trying to find work that could cover all his bills and expenses, and then suddenly the most powerful mobster in town was laying an arm across his shoulders and offering him the moon.

It was the stupidest decision he’d ever made. Newt had been a bit of a shining star throughout his academic career. Chau was the type of person that followed those developments. He wanted access to Newt’s brain, and Newt handed it over. There was less and less time for school. Most of his time was spent in the lab or picking up bartending shifts at Chau’s various clubs on his off nights.

He was in the lab the first time he heard Chau rail on about the new hero in town. That was all it took for Newt to spiral into an evening of shaky YouTube videos and eye witness accounts on Reddit forums. He kept his own tiny studio apartment that was a fair distance away from Chau’s operation, and there he started to accumulate data. Newt wanted to know everything about the new guy in town that was ballsy enough to stand up to his boss. Some nights, after he got home entirely too late, he’d climb onto the fire escape and just watch the skyline, hoping for a glimpse of the hero. He’d fantasize about pulling on a mask himself and messing with Chau’s operations.

Tonight, Newt’s going to stake out the neighborhood with the most sightings and try to get a glimpse. He’s had a few other times where he’s tried, but he has a good feeling about tonight.

The neighborhood isn’t great, but Newt puts up his hood and sticks close to the well-lit streets. He knows how to make himself small and non-threatening. He can be invisible if he needs to be.

Briefly, the very stupid idea of getting himself into trouble flits across his mind, but Newt decides against it. Being in Chau’s organization, he’s taken his share of beatings. It’s never fun, and the recovery interferes with getting his work done. When Chau sets a deadline, he didn’t allow for delays.

Newt tries to not think about his boss any more than he absolutely has to. He finds it depressing.

The city is eerily quiet as Newt wanders. He fantasizes about what he’ll do if he runs into the hero.  Newt’s only seen blurry photos posted on the various forums that he’d been haunting, but he was able to compile an approximation in his mind. That approximation also happened to be pretty cute. He couldn’t help himself. His situation being what it was, Newt lets himself fantasize about a handsome hero carrying him away from it all.

With a heavy sigh, Newt glances down the alley he happens to be passing. An impossible flicker of light caught his eye before a moving van flies towards the opening. Newt stares dumbly at the vehicle, unable to scream or move. Another light flashes in front of him, and the bumper of the car smashes into a golden wall that appears to protect him. Newt watches the van crash against it and then flip over his head into the empty street.

Finding himself able to breathe again, Newt looks from the van and back into the alley. The light from the barrier retreats into the darkened shadows as he takes off in a dead sprint, fumbling with his phone as he runs. He doesn’t think as he hurls himself further into danger, but he skips to a stop beside a large dumpster. His eyes can barely understand what he’s seeing.

The hero is awash in golden light. They hover above the ground as they artfully dodge between the goons in very familiar colors.

Newt presses back against the dumpster, his phone forgotten in his hand. He sneaks a glance around the side of his hiding spot as an errant goon is thrown his way. He pretends that he doesn’t recognize the unconscious body laying prone before him as he takes in the sight before him. From this angle, Newt can see the hero’s eyes. The golden light reflects against chocolate brown eyes, and Newt’s heart stutters in his chest.

He’s so distracted, Newt doesn’t realize his dumpster is being surrounded by the light and chucked to the opposite end of the alley, stopping two other goons from escaping. The hero doesn’t see him, but blazes after the others.

Newt should leave, but he can’t help but stay to watch. The hero’s movements are fluid and powerful. They use their light to dispatch the last two fleeing men, and Newt can’t help the smile that pulls across his face. He wants to run up and ask a thousand questions, but he’s already overstayed his welcome. He turns to go but finds that his body won’t move. He’s warm all of a sudden, and he’s being spun around. Soon, he’s hovering at eye level with the hero who has a hand cocked back and ready to attack.

Newt blinks stupidly.

‘Oh, forgive me.’ The hero says with a muffled British accent. Their eyes turn apologetic before the light recedes and Newt is set back on his feet. ‘Sorry about the van. No part of the it hit you, did it?’

Newt feels the brown eyes scan over his body as he shakes his head. He can’t find words in the moment. He’s slipped in the hero’s eyes and can’t seem to pull himself out. Beneath the hood, Newt notes the wisps of dark hair across their forehead. They’re taller than Newt too, even though that isn’t any great feat. They’re floating, but if their feet were touching the ground, they would still have a few inches on Newt.  

An awkward moment hangs between the them before the hero clears their throat behind their scarf. Newt finally pulls himself out of his stupor.

‘Shit, sorry.’ He rubs the back of his head and nervously laughs. ‘Got a little...um...jammed up there. And no! The van didn’t hit me, so thanks for that.’

‘I should be a bit more careful about where I toss my toys.’

Their accent is slowly melting Newt’s insides. He wonders how inappropriate it would be to throw himself into a super powered stranger’s arms and smooch until they both forget about literally anything else.

‘Yeah...I think the pedestrians around here would appreciate that.’

Sirens start to grow louder as Newt tries to school his face into anything but panic.

‘Oh dear.’ The hero says. ‘We can’t have them finding you here among these miscreants, can we?’ They slap their hands together and their upper body radiates with the golden light. Newt barely has a second to marvel at it up close before the hero scoops him up. They fly straight up and then hover for a moment before a proper landing area is selected. The sirens fade into the night as the hero lightly lands in a small park.

‘Apologies.’ They say as they set Newt back on his feet.

Newt’s hands have curled into fists and tucked themselves under his chin during the short flight. He is sure his eyes are wide with wonder. He could swear he saw a hint of amusement in the hero’s eyes.

‘No worries, dude.’ Newt says, trying not to sound as breathless as he feels. He smooths his hands down the front of this jacket and sticks them in his pockets. He doesn’t need them for anymore fangirling poses. ‘Uh, thanks for getting me out of there.’

‘The least I could do after nearly crushing you with a van full of stolen goods.’

Newt’s sure the hero winks at him before they turn and fly off. He stands there for a moment longer before realizing he didn’t ask for a name or anything. He reaches for his cell phone so he can figure out where he is, but comes up with empty pockets and a stab of fear in his chest. Did he drop it in the alley? Or did it fall out during their flight?

‘Shit.’ Newt kicks at the grass and starts walking in a random direction. Most of his stuff was backed up, but he doesn’t like the idea of anyone knowing he had an interaction with the hero. He isn’t too keen on that information getting back to Chau. His boss is volatile enough as it is.

*

Thoughts of his phone with the very obviously him cracked screen and Godzilla case keep Newton up all night. He finds his way home and manages to keep the panic tamped down until he is in his bed with the broken springs. He tries not to think about how Hannibal has informants in the police. He’s pretty sure he didn’t actually record anything during the encounter, but if anything is on the phone it could be bad.

When he walks into the warehouse the next morning, everything seems fine. Newt makes his way over to his little corner of the universe and settles in for another long day. There is a bit of tension in the air, but that has been the norm in Chau’s properties since the hero appeared a few months back. Chau has the biggest operation in town. He is into everything a criminal could think to make their way in. Anything the hero busts up directly affects Chau’s bottom line.

About halfway through the day, Chau bursts into the warehouse. Newt tries to duck behind his computer monitors. A few of his goons scurry in after him, and even with his headphones in, Newt can tell they are discussing the bust from last night. He turns off his music but leaves his headphones in. He wants to hear what they have to say...

*

Newt’s headphones are ripped out of his ears and a massive hand grabs his chin. His body slams against the wall beside his work station. Chau forces his jaw upwards.

‘Somethin’ funny, Geiszler?’

Newt’s eyes betray how terrified he is. Chau usually reserves his fury for the muscle. He’s raised his voice to Newt before, sure. He’s even screamed, but he’s never violently touched him. He swallows the sarcastic reply of your men’s complete incompetence in the face of the hero and just stares at his boss.

Chau snarls and pulls Newt away from the wall. ‘I just asked you a question.’ He states before slamming Newt back again. His head hits hard, and he sees stars for a moment.

‘N-no, sir.’ He manages to reply.

‘You’re worse than these idiots, you know that?’ Chau’s voice is low and dangerous. His breath smells of too many cigars. ‘You’re supposed to be the brains around here. Build them something that they can use against that hero fuck.’

Newt doesn’t bother to tell Chau that his grad work had been in biology. He has tinkered with machines, but he’s pretty sure he can’t build a weapon to take out someone with supernatural powers.

‘Didn’t Geiszler run into that do-gooder once?’ A voice calls from the other side of the lab. Newt has never been in the good graces of the Chau’s goons. They think he’s coddled. To an extent, they’re right. It’s Fang, the bald woman who would kill without a thought for Chau.

Hannibal misses the glare that Newt throws at her as he looks back towards the voice. When the mobster turns back to Newt, he smiles cruelly.

‘Is that so?’

Newt swallows with effort around Hannibal’s steel grip. ‘It was just once. They....I didn’t get a good look. It was late, and they weren’t close.’

‘What did you see?’ Chau demands. ‘You must have seem something.’

‘I didn’t get that close.’ Newt lies, remembering the sensation of gliding through the air in the hero’s strong arms. ‘They may have been a guy. I don’t want to make any assumptions, but--’

Chau rolls his eyes before turning the other gathered in the room. ‘Give us some space.’

Newt watches the pleased looks on the thugs as they leave the lab. Each of them assumes Newt’s in for the beating of a life time. Newt’s pretty sure they’re right. He flinches when Chau turns back to him, but instead of violence, Newt’s released from Chau’s grasp. His knees wobble, but Newt manages to catch himself before he can slide down the wall.

‘Tell me the truth ‘cause I’ll know if you’re lying.’ Hannibal starts. ‘You go looking for that asshole?’

Keenly aware of Chau’s ability to discern lies from fact and not wanting to push his luck, Newton nods. ‘I...um....I find them fascinating. From a purely biological stand point. I’ve never seen anything like it. I didn’t think--’

‘I don’t need the full dissertation, kid.’ Chau straightens Newt’s shirt collar as he talks and then pats his cheek. ‘You were able to find him.’

Newt nods again.

Chau steps back from Newt and rights the chair Newt had been sitting in before Chau lost it. He places a hand on Newt’s shoulder and gently eases him into the chair. Newt tries to look back at him, but Chau’s other hand comes to a rest on his opposite shoulder. Newt stares ahead at his computer screen.

‘I know you regret taking the deal we made when you first got to town.’

Newt nervously swallows again. He isn’t sure where this is going.

‘So, let me give you an out.’

Newt stills. He isn’t sure that he’s heard correctly.

‘You find me a way to take this asshole down, and I’ll let you out of the deal.’

Newt licks his lips before he can find his voice. ‘What?’

‘Don’t make me change my mind, kid. This guy is fucking with my profits, and I’m getting desperate. Losing you’d be a real kick in the nuts, but if I can use that big brain of yours to take this guy down, then so be it.’

There are tears fighting to roll down Newt’s cheeks as he considers what this would mean. He’d get to go back to grad school. He could finish his degree and get a proper job. He could travel back home to see his father and his uncle. He could live his life as he wanted.  

As much as this is everything Newt could want, a small voice dissents in the back of his mind. Chau is a mobster. He can’t be trusted. Newt could deliver the hero to Chau on a silver platter, and Chau could still decide that Newt is his.

He remembers the nights on his fire escape, hoping for a glance of the hero that’s trying to make this city a better place.

If he doesn’t take the deal, Newt is sure that Chau will just make his life a living hell anyway. The fact that he’s even offering something like this is insane. Chau won’t offer it again, and next time he asks, it won’t be so nicely. There really isn’t a choice, is there?

‘Yeah...’ Newt hears his voice answer. ‘Yeah. You’ve got a deal.’

*

Hermann manages to get through the day despite the soreness in his hip and his back. He has been pushing too hard during his evening excursions, and his magic can only sooth those hurts so much. The aches and pains have been catching up to him, and he considers taking an evening off in the near future.

He mulls the notion over as he takes a cab back to his flat. Can a man who has dedicated himself to protecting a city take an evening off? If something were to happen, Hermann doesn’t know that he could forgive himself. Perhaps tonight he can just do a quick patrol around the city. Just an hour or two, and then come home for an adequate night of sleep.

Though, Hermann’s restless nights aren’t all about the job. He tries to convince himself not to think about the young man with the green eyes and freckles from the other night. He’s only moderately successful. As the cab pulls up to his building, Hermann shoos the thoughts from his head. He decides to makes his rounds quickly and without distraction.

Hermann pays the driver and makes his way upstairs. The elevator ride is slow and tedious, and the doors open sluggishly when he reaches his floor. Being inside is stifling. He wants to fly.

After a quick dinner, Hermann takes a half dose of his medication for the pain in his hip. It will help, but he’ll still be sharp. A fair trade off. In the privacy of his home, Hermann isn’t afraid to use his magic to brace his leg. If the blinds are closed, which they usually are, he’ll even float across the floor. Tonight, he strolls into his study and pulls the false bookcase on the far wall open. He admires his costume, simple and light with a hood and a scarf that covers the lower half of his face. It hid his blush well the other night.

And now, Hermann’s back to thinking of the easy weight of the green-eyed man in his arms and the awe on his face during their short flight to the park. His cheeks flush as he allows himself a moment to dwell before changing. He pushes the bookcase back into its locked position before walking out to his balcony. With his hood and scarf in place, Hermann regards his city. He closes his eyes and takes in the noise. A deep breath, and he pushes off, flying into the night sky.

 * 

‘To what do I owe this sudden visit, Geiszler?’ Chau asks from behind his desk. He lights up a cigar as he regards Newt with barely concealed annoyance.

Newt takes a deep breath, pushes away the last desperate rational thought in his head that’s screaming at him to get out of there, and strides up to the desk. Chau eyes him suspiciously as Newt plants his feet.

‘The deal’s off.’

For a moment, Chau isn’t sure that he heard correctly. He takes another long drag of his cigar before setting it in the ashtray on his desk. ‘Care to elaborate?’

‘With...with the hero. It’s off. I’m not doing it anymore.’

Chau wears dark glasses that make it impossible to see where he’s looking, but Newt can feel his eyes boring into him.

‘I’m sorry.’ Chau pushes back from his desk and stands from his chair. Newt tries to stand at his full height, but it doesn’t matter. Chau moves around the desk and looms over him. ‘One more time?’ He waves his hand at Newt, waiting for him to repeat what he said.

Newton clears his throat. ‘I said that I’m out. I want to go back to our original agreement.’

Chau throws his head back again and laughs. Newt shrinks back as he does, but Chau grabs his shoulder. HIs thick fingers hurt through Newt’s jacket and pin Newt in place.

‘Yeah, that’s what I thought you said.’ Chau says. ‘Oh, I haven’t laughed like that in a while. But let me get this straight. You come in here saying you want out of our deal. You’ve been around long enough to know that’s not really how things work.

‘But now I need to ask myself. Why would he want out of the deal? I thought it was a pretty solid one. I know you hate working here. You don’t hide it very well. So, knowing that, I have only one conclusion to come to.’

‘And what’s that?’ Newt asks. He’s very nervous all of a sudden, but he can’t move away. Chau’s grip is firm on his shoulder.

‘You’ve taken a shine to this hero fuck. You like him, so you figured you’d come into my office and try to do the noble thing. Which, I’ll admit, I didn’t see coming from you.’

Newt pales as Chau’s hand moves from his shoulder to his throat. His fingers tighten around Newt’s neck and pull him in close. Newt’s hands fly up to Chau’s wrist, trying and failing to get any kind of leverage.

‘But, I don’t know why you’d want out. I said I’d let you walk away if you gave me a way to take that fucker down. And you have.’ Chau smiled. ‘You walked right into my office and all but told me you both care about each other. Thanks, kid.’

Newt's eyes go wide as he realizes just how stupid he’s been. He fights to get out of Chau’s grip, but he isn’t conscious for long enough to make a difference. Chau punches him in the side of the head, and everything goes black.

Hannibal holds Newt’s unconscious form up by the front of his shirt as he rifles through his pockets. He eventually finds the cell phone he’s looking for and flips through the contacts. Newt wasn’t the most social person, so he only had a few people listed.

Finding what he assumes is the appropriate number, Chau initiates the call.

It rings several times before an angry man answers.

‘Newton, I believe I made myself very clear when I said--’

‘The kid was never one to take a hint.’ Chau interrupted. ‘No matter how clear you may have been. Trust me.’

The line goes quiet for a moment. ‘Who is this? Why do you have Newton’s phone?’

‘You’re a smart man. Do the math.’

‘If you’ve hurt him--’

‘Spare me the speech. We can discuss your little friend’s health tonight. 11pm. There’s an abandoned subway station on State between First and Second. Eleven sharp, hear me?’

A curt affirmative comes across the line before Chau hangs the phone up. He drops Newt to the floor first, followed by the cell phone. Newt starts to come to as Chau stomps down on the device.

Newt shakes his head, willing himself back to coherency. He crawls towards the door, but a heavy weight presses down on his back. Panic churns in his chest as he wriggles to get free. He feels fingers grab his hair and pull his head back.

‘We’ve got a date to get you ready for, kid.’ Chau says with a laugh.

*

Hermann lands with a stutter-step as he releases the aura around him. Flight has become second nature to him since he tamed his powers. He shifts focus to his hip, willing his magic to support it as he approaches the subway station entrance. The padlock has already been broken, despite Hermann being early. He floats down the stairs and holds out his hands to illuminate the gloomy space. He easily lofts over the turnstiles, making sure that his scarf and hood adequately cover his face.

In the dark, Hermann can hear bodies moving. He knows that Chau’s men are watching and following him further into the station. He takes note of their positions, and descends the staircase to the platform. The scurrying of henchmen dies down, but he can hear panicked gasping the further he floats.

The platform is dark with the exception of a few overhead lights that still function. It stinks of rot and disuse. A cold wind howls through the tunnels, chilling the dank space. Hermann takes it all in and manages to keep his composure when he sees Newton standing under one of the lights.

Standing isn’t the appropriate descriptor. As Hermann slowly approaches, he notes the large hand holding Newton up by the back of his neck. Hermann grits his teeth at the state of Newt. The left side of his face is bruised and his cheek is cut. His arms appear to be bound behind his back. He’s shaking like a leaf, either from fear or the fact that he’s wearing a short sleeve shirt and ripped jeans as the wind howls in the tunnel. His eyes are wide and terrified as he notices Hermann.

‘No no no no! You gotta get ou--!’ He manages to say before the hand at his neck snakes around to clamp over his mouth. He struggles before he’s pulled tight against the large man looming in the shadow.

Hannibal Chau steps forward, Newton securely held in one hand and a garish, gold-plated gun in the other.

‘I don’t think we need any introductions here. I know you, and you know me.’ Chau sneers. ‘So you know that I have no problem blowing him away if you don’t comply.’

Hermann says nothing, but tries to project cool confidence even though his heart is trying to jackhammer through his ribs. His eyes dart between Newt, Chau and the gun.

‘You’ve got two options.’ Chau continues. ‘You can either come work for me, or get the hell out of my city.  Do either, I’ll let your little boyfriend here live.’ Newton tries to squirm away, but Chau holds him fast. ‘He'll stay with me though. He still has to work off his debt. I’m sure he told you about the deal we had. You told him, right, little guy?’ Chau taps the barrel of the gun against Newton’s cheek.

‘He’s into me for a lot of money. Advaned degrees doesn’t come cheap, but you’re some fancy rich boy, ain’t cha?’ Chau says before addressing Newton. ‘Just one other reason this whole thing would have never worked, kid.’

Chau focuses back on Hermann and presses the gun barrel hard into Newton’s temple. ‘What’s it gonna be?’

Newton opens his eyes and meets Hermann’s steel gaze. Hermann can tell he’s trying to communicate something, but he can’t tell what. As Hermann opens his mouth to reply, Newton brings his left foot up and stomps it down onto Chau’s. The larger man yelps more from surprise than pain and releases his iron hold on Newt. He curls forward as he swears. Newt takes the opportunity to slam his head back, crashing into Chau’s face.

'NOW!’ Newton shouts as he falls forward. It’s a plea to do anything.

Hermann obliges and ignites his magic as Chau snarls and grabs for Newton again. Expertly, Hermann twists his fingers and mutters an incantation to slow everyone in the room down to a crawl aside from himself. It will only last a few moments, but he uses his advantage to cross the room and pull Newton close. Hermann fires a charge from his fist towards Chau. Time flicks back to its original speed as the mobster explodes into the far wall. The weak structure collapses on top of him.

A beat passes before the henchmen begin firing their pistols at Hermann. Newt winces, waiting for the impact of the bullets. He tucks himself against Hermann’s leg as the magician bends the laws of physics to his whims. Hermann swirls the air around him and the bullets are caught up in the maelstrom. He fires them harmlessly into the ceiling before turning his focus on the henchmen.

After a moment, the only sound is the water draining from a broken pipe and the fading crackling from Hermann’s magical energy. Hermann releases the breath he’d been holding and let’s his feet hit the ground. Newt’s curled up in front of him, still bracing for an unseen impact. His eyes are squeezed shut.

Hermann looks down at him and finds that any anger he may have been holding has dissolved. He snaps his fingers and hears the clank of the handcuffs as they slip off Newt’s wrists. A gasp of relief escapes Newt’s mouth as his arms fall back to their natural position. He rubs at the raw and bruised flesh at his wrists.  

Pulling off his scarf and his hood, Hermann falls to his knees in front of Newt and wraps the smaller man in his arms.

‘You’re such a fool.’ He whispers. He feels a tremor go through Newt and tightens his embrace.

‘I know.’

‘Come, now. Let me look at you.’

Newt reluctantly pulls away and meets Hermann’s eyes. The bruise on his cheek is settling into an ugly purple color with streaks of dried blood across his face. His eyes are red and exhausted. He might be the most beautiful thing Hermann’s ever seen.

‘I’m so sorry, Herms.’ He says, unable to hold eye contact. ‘I never meant for this to happen.’

‘Listen to me.’ Hermann tilts Newt’s chin back up and lightly runs his thumb over Newt’s bruised cheek. ‘We can talk about everything else later. All that matters is that you’re safe now.’

A wobbly smile passes over Newt’s lips as he curls back into Hermann’s embrace.  ‘My hero.’ He whispers.

Hermann caresses the back of his head before noting the sound of police sirens on the cusp of his perception. He lets his magic flow over his upper body and easily lifts Newton into his arms.

‘Let’s get you home.’

Newt pulls away to smile and nod, but he catches a glint of light from the corner of his eye. Chau is out of the rubble and aiming his gun at Hermann’s back. Newt’s face flashes between terror and determination as he shoves Hermann away. The gun goes off a second later, and Newt feels the bullet wing his shoulder. He cries out in pain before crumpling on the ground, pressing hard as he can at the blood spurting from the wound.

Hermann stumbles as Newt pushes him. He barely gets up the bracing spell he uses for his hip before he registers what’s happened. He sees Newt fall and the blood spatter over the subway tiles. He hears Chau stalking closer, cocking the gun again and taking aim.

‘Shouldn’t have reneged on our deal, Geiszler.’ Chau says as he aims at Newt’s head.

Hermann howls with rage as he summons all his power and crushes the gun and Chau’s hand. Hermann extends his hand and tendrils of light erupt out of it. They wrap around Chau’s wrist and force the mobster’s arm violently behind his back. The light worms around Chau’s body, wrapping tightly around his neck. Hermann makes a fist, and Chau is brought to his knees, hissing at the pressure on his arm.

Newt had tensed for the killing shot, but untangles himself when it doesn’t go off. He looks over his uninjured shoulder and sees a Hermann he doesn’t recognize. Light pulses off him. He growls with rage. This is a Hermann that’s ready to kill.

Forcing himself to his feet, Newt moves behind the magician and painfully wraps his arms around his waist. Hermann’s magic singes his skin, but Newt tightens his hold.

‘This isn’t you.’ Newt whispers into Hermann’s back. ‘Please, don’t do this.’

The contact pulls Hermann back. He shakes his head and releases Chau. The mobster crumbles to the ground gasping for air and cradling his destroyed fingers to his chest. Without a word, Hermann turns in Newt’s embrace and pulls the other man tight to his chest. His shoulder wound shows no signs of slowing the bleed. Hermann quickly pulls off his scarf and wraps it tightly around Newt’s shoulder.

‘I think it went straight through. Doesn’t feel like anything important got hit’ Newt says through gritted teeth. ‘They’re going to see your face without the scarf, dude.’

Hermann regards Newt’s pale face for a moment before pulling up his hood. ‘Will you hide my face, then?’

If the blood loss is getting to Newt, he isn’t showing it. He nods once and wraps his good arm tightly around Hermann’s neck. The other, he cradles between their bodies. Hermann lets his magic flow through his arms and back before gently lifting Newt again. With a dismissive glare towards Chau, Hermann lifts off the ground and speeds out of the abandoned station. He zips past the police that are descending the static escalators. Newt tightens his grip when he hears the shouting from the officers. Hermann extends his aura, shielding them from anything the police might fire their way. He will not let his guard down again. Not if it means Newt will get hurt.

Hermann doesn’t know if Newt has a proper first aid kit at his apartment, so he decides they’ll go to his place. It’s a risk, but he feels that after tonight, he and Newt will have nothing left to hide from each other. The shorter man starts shivering again as they arc through the sky. Hermann can’t tell if it's from his light clothing or if he’s going into shock from the bullet wound. Either way, they need to get inside as soon as possible.

 *

It could be days later when Newt wakes to find himself in an unfamiliar bed. In his apartment, he has a full-size mattress that is slowly disintegrating from the center. His sheets are scratchy and second hand. These feel like silk compared to his.

The pain in his shoulder asserts itself as Newt sits up. He’s not wearing his glasses, so he can’t make out most of the room he’s in. There seems to be a light on in the corner and either a lumpy stack of pillows or his host sitting in a chair reading beside it.

Newt’s suspicions are confirmed as he hears a book shut and a body shift out of the chair. He lets himself fall back into the sea of pillows. A slight weight presses down on the bed, and a hand brushes against his cheek.

‘You’re finally awake.’

‘Been a rough day.’ Newt paused. ‘Days? Help me out here, Herms. How long have I been out?’

‘Approximately 35 hours?’ Hermann responds. He shifts and grabs something from the nightstand. ‘May I?’

It takes Newt a second to realize Hermann probably has his glasses before he nods. He closes his eyes as Hermann slides the frames back onto his face. He feels the lingering caress of Hermann’s fingertips at his temples before he opens his eyes.

Hermann’s expression is warm as Newt gets his bearings.

‘Hi.’ Newt says, suddenly shy. He feels his cheeks redden under Hermann’s caring expression.

‘Hello.’ Hermann inches closer before continuing. ‘You slept consistently after I cleaned and sewed up your bullet wound. I took care to make sure your tattoos wouldn’t be misaligned.’

‘Shit.’ Newt touched his bad shoulder. ‘I didn’t even think of that.’

‘Good thing you have me, then, isn’t it?’

Newt flinches. ‘I’m not sure that I’m worthy of that, Herms.’ He averts his gaze and feels the prickle of tears. ‘Shit, I think the last couple days proved I’m definitely not.’

Hermann rolls his eyes and moves over the bed. He winces a bit at the pressure he puts on his bad leg, but he can endure a little discomfort.

‘Listen to me.’ Hermann starts. He runs his hand through Newt’s hair, tracing his fingers down his neck, across his throat, and under his chin. Newt’s eyes flicker up to meet Hermann’s. ‘I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t angry or hurt when you told me what had been asked of you. However, you did tell me. You didn’t have to say anything, but you did. Do not ever say that you are unworthy of me.’

Newt sniffles and his mouth goes all wobbly again.

Hermann smiles again before shifting to move under the covers and sit beside Newt. The smaller man leans into him, grasping at Hermann’s t-shirt and tucking his head into Hermann’s shoulder. The magician rests his cheek in Newt’s hair.

‘Does it hurt terribly?’

Newt flinches again as he shakes his head no. ‘It hurts, but it’s kind of a dull ache.’

‘Then the pain killer is working.’ Hermann says. ‘Good. Your cheek should be healed in a few days. There didn’t appear to be any broken bones when we arrived.’

Newt snuffles deeper into Hermann, his voice growing thick with exhaustion. ‘Were you a doctor or something?’

‘Before my accident, yes.’ He says as he tucks further into Newt’s hair. ‘But we have plenty of time to discuss all that. Rest now. I’ll be here when you wake.’

‘Thanks, Herms.’ Newt mutters into Hermann’s neck as he begins to fade. ‘For everything.’

Hermann smiles and presses a light kiss to Newt’s hair before snapping his fingers and turning off the reading lamp.  

[wroteonedad]

Top 30 Films of the Year (via my Letterboxd)

I wanted to do something for Christmas that was both a summary and also something a little different from the stuff I already write, and seeing as I record pretty much every movie that I watch on my Letterboxd, then I figured I may as well write about it a little on here. In no particular order, my top 30, the perfect Christmas treat if you're trying to find a little movie to give your family some Christmas cheer.

Charade (1963)

This film is if you imagine House of Gucci except for it's a bunch of blokes trying to frame and murder each other and one of them has stolen the heart of Audrey Hepburn. This film mixes both humour and drama perfectly, and you can play a fun game where you can take a shot for every plot twist in the film. Letterboxd says I rated it 4/5 so that means I recommend it.

Uncut Gems (2019)

I watched this movie for the first time the day that I'd sent off my pcr test to find out if I had Covid (I did) so watching this was an absolute whirlwind after overdosing on cough syrup and laying in bed with a fever. This movie was the first time I'd ever seen Julia Fox in anything which is cool and that pimped out Furby.... I think about him a lot. I rated this 4 stars on Letterboxd so another recommendation.

Scooby Doo (2002)

No, not the movie where Velma wears the latex suit, the first movie. I feel like every Scooby Doo movie is just as chaotic and pretty much the same which is why I probably can't remember the plot to this. I was even more confused to read my Letterboxd review which just says 'i like the bit when mr bean turns into an oompa looma'. 5 stars though.

The Lighthouse (2019)

Truth be told, I hated this movie and my flatmates were very upset to learn that I didn't like it. It becomes funnier when you have the Vine boom noise playing in a video behind it though, it's like having an extra jumpscare. Sorry film bros, I just couldn't hack it. I rated it 0.5 stars meaning it was one of two of the lowest scoring films on my Letterboxd.

Jumbo (2020)

This movie is very French, and if you've watched enough French movies then you will know exactly what I mean by this. Without spoiling the plot too much, this is about a young woman who falls in love with a fairground ride. Very French core. You'll have to watch the rest of the movie to find out how that romance goes. This was given a 4 star rating.

American Psycho (2000)

Do I like this movie or do I just like all the memes that have come with this movie? In terms of a fairly recent cult classic, this is the correct type of movie, but I was even more surprised to learn that the Reddit dreamboat character doesn't own any branded knives, despite the amount of money he has. I rated this a solid 3.5 stars. Solid, like the film plot.

Norbit (2007)

I don't understand why there are so many copies of this movie on the shelves of CEX, it's a bit of an underrated masterpiece really. Put the heroin chic style fatshaming jokes aside, I actually find some of it pretty funny. Mostly the church scene at the end. Rated this 5 stars because I would buy every copy on the shelves.

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)

As far as a pre-origin story goes to the original show, I think this really hits the nail on the head. It's not the story that we wanted, it's the story we needed. The random appearance from David Bowie was a bit out of this world, like the whole movie. Though I think I need to finish watching The Return and then come back to this movie so everything starts to make a little bit more sense. A solid 3 star rating, though it'll probably go up the next time I've seen it.

Macross: Do You Remember Love? (1984)

Another movie that is based on a narrative from a TV show, except you don't need to watch the show to go straight on to the movie. If you're a fan of Neon Genesis Evangelion and you're feeling a little bit feminine then this is the thing for you. Space girl sings and space things happen. Another 3 star rating.

Paul (2011)

My Letterboxd review reads; 'they did something. i'm not sure what,,, but they did something' and I think that's all I need to say about whether or not I recommend this. 2 stars.

Boiling Point (2021)

If you're British and you've ever worked in hospitality then this is the film that you'll just get. I loved this film. Angry swearing man, lots of people doing gear and an absolute shitshow from start to finish. Gave this a hard 4.5 stars and would recommend to anyone.

The Love Witch (2016)

Aesthetically wise, this has to be one of the nicest movies out there. Taking lots of inspiration from the 60s both in looks and also the overall vibe of the movie. The problem being, the plot feels a little bit empty. It's wonderful in terms of how feminist it is, but that's really all it has going for it. Another solid 3 star film.

The Gentlemen (2019)

I was minding my own business popping into the coffee shop I always go to on my days off when Raz asked me what my favourite film was at the moment; he then proceeded to lecture me because I hadn't seen this and sent me home as homework to watch it. I did. I'll tell you what, it was so worth it. The cast line up is incredible and the plot is just as solid. Proper man film full of classic laughs. Loved it. Gave it a nice 3.5 star rating.

Decision To Leave (2022)

This was the film that I'd told Raz was my favourite at the time. I'd just gone to see it in the cinema and it was just as dark and gripping as I would expect it to be. The subplot aligns with the main plot wonderfully to create a rather depressing ending. 4 stars.

The Interview (2014)

It's a Seth Rogan movie, you probably know how this one is going to go. I used to really like this film a good few years ago, but watching it back this year, I realised the only funny part was Kim Jong-Un riding around to Fireworks in his tank. I gave this a three star rating which is probably a little bit too nice.

Starstruck (2010)

Imagine you're the dude that played Chad Dylan Cooper on Sonny With a Chance and Disney asked you to play some blonde heartthrob dude for an upcoming tween movie they had in mind. This was the end result. The soundtrack features some bangers and the whole film is just full of feelgood vibes. Can't really go wrong here. I rated it 2.5 stars purely based on it being a Disney movie. The plot isn't great, but boy is it fun.

Napoleon Dynamite (2004)

The easiest way to explain this movie is that it's an Adult Swim classic except it has nothing to do with Adult Swim. Slapstick humour, autism and bad dancing all curate the wonderful comic masterpiece that is Napoleon Dynamite. Remember to vote for Pedro. 4 stars.

Suspiria (1977)

What I really love about this film is that it really doesn't make much sense at all. In fact, it's one of those films that didn't need to be made, but I'm really glad it did. It mixes really bad sound editing so you can't hear what anyone is saying and when you can hear the actors speak, it's because they've dubbed over the original lines because when it was filmed you couldn't hear what they were saying. The colours and the overall setting is magical and insane and for that reason I loved this movie. 4 and a half stars for a pioneering woman horror classic.

Her (2013)

The Joker falls in love with robot lady, or the infamous Black Widow (Scarlett Johansson). Except this is a very heartfelt story and might actually leave a tear in your eye after watching. Feels like watching a sappy episode of Black Mirror. I rated this 4 stars because I loved the movie enough to buy a physical copy of it.

The Tinder Swindler (2022)

I mean yeah that happened. The only reason I watched this was because Don't Fuck With Cats was made so well,,,, I was left majorly whelmed by this documentary. I gave this three stars for pity on all the lovely ladies he swindled. (don't even think this counts as a movie really).

Contagion (2011)

This movie was far too ahead of its time to be made. I don't need to explain the synopsis to this movie because we already lived through it. My grandma hated living through covid, but she sure loved watching this movie. 4 stars.

The Worst Person In The World (2021)

Just wanted to ask which one of the three main characters was the worst person in the world because they were all equally as bad as each other. I rated this 5 stars and I think if you haven't watched this already, then you should.

Little Joe (2019)

Little Joe could have been one of the most interesting films in the world if the director had decided to not ensure most of the film was just filler. This felt like it was a good 40 minutes too long and literally nothing happened for the last hour. The concept of this film is really cool, but it is like watching a really shit episode of Black Mirror, I rated this 2.5 stars.

The Pacifier (2005)

If you've ever thought about the idea of having Vin Diesel as your personal home counsellor then you've come to the right place. There's lots of scenes of this man both screaming and also saving lives. It's a movie you can both laugh to and also have on as background noise while you take a nap. 4 stars.

In Bruges (2008)

They're filming midgets. 4 stars for the midgets being filmed.

Borat (2006)

Made during the days where Sacha Baron Cohen was still pretty funny and not just using any form of slightly racist joke to make a person laugh. Borat sometimes almost feels like a loveable character. Bonus points for Pamela Anderson as Pamela Anderson. 3 stars.

Personal Shopper (2016)

This film feels like Kristen Stewart begging you to watch her in a movie that isn't Twilight to prove to you that she can act and that she has more than one facial expression. As it turns out, she still only has one facial expression and I find it hard to feel any form of emotion to her character at any point. I gave this a friendly three stars.

Bratz: Fashion Pixiez (2007)

Did anyone ever notice in the film that Cymbeline's dad was pretty much the same model as Fiona's dad in Shrek? I bet you didn't. Now you'll have to rewatch the film again to find that. As far as mid goes, this is the most mid Bratz film out there, the only cool thing is their outfits and that is why it was given a 5 star rating. Vibes only.

Zoolander (2001)

I'll be real with you here. This is not the movie I expected to be writing about, this movie is the last minute thrill of the year. The whole year, my TikTok has been graced with videos of Patrick Bateman with the sigma male captions underneath them, until about literally 5 days ago. My fyp plagued with that one clip of Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson pouting at each other on the red carpet. I knew I had to go back and watch the film. This is a break the scale rating of a film honestly. So many random people in it. George Costanzas dad, Paris Hilton and ,,,, David Bowie. Loved this.

Death Becomes Her (1992)

This film has got to be one of the most camp films out there, When I decided to watch this film, the plot was something I was not expecting at all, but boy were they all so real for this. Humour and discussion of women and their insecurities all perfectly blended into one. My Letterboxd review reads, 'this film made me cut my ingrown chin hair off, thanks Meryl Streep' and if that doesn't convince you to watch the film, then I don't know what will.

Well there you have it. I think this list is a perfect compilation of movies. Ones for the family, movies to scream to, movies to fall asleep to. But most of all, no matter what happens this Christmas, there is at least one movie in this list that will match the exact vibe of how it went with your family. And finally, as Gossip Girl says,,,, have a happy jolly holiday. Xoxo, Gossip Girl.

[masterhandss]

Who do you think katarina will end up with?

Anonymous asked: Who do you ship katarina the most with ?

I got these two questions consecutively, I'm assuming they are coming from the same person so I'll combine them to a single reply, if that's okay.

People who have been following me since the first season can probably tell that I really like Geordo x Katarina (GeoKata) the most out of all ships. At first it was mostly just because I have an unintentional biases towards characters with blonde hair, which is why favorites were GeoKata and MariaKata, but then when I slowly got into the series more, my biases permanently shifted to the G-boy.

I'm not really a fan of laying out why I like certain ships through test to be honest. I usually get super frustrated when zine mods ask contributors to explain why they like a character or ship for contributor spotlight graphics because I can never really say everything I feel correctly hgdsjsdgfj, which is a good thing someone had already asked me a similar question before so I'll just copy paste my response here if that's okay :DD

TLDR; I ship Katarina with Geordo (Maria, Sora and Cezar behind him), and I think Katarina will end up with Geordo :))

You didn't really ask why but I'll give it anyways :)) -> major light novel spoilers, by the way <-

I'm not really the most deep person, if a ship has the bare minimum of something that I like (a trope or a hair color combination) then I stan it hard. That's why I used to be so equally adoring to both Maria and Geordo, because hurrdurr blonde hair hurrdurr. But the more I read the books and got into the community, I eventually liked him more than Maria. I didn't understand how or why at first, since Geordo and Maria are undergoing a very similar character arc: both characters wants to become better people in order to become worthy of Katarina (Geordo emotionally, and Maria physically? magically? in terms of her position/social status? I can't think of a right word but you get it). Again, Maria and Geordo's struggles are similarly written but one of them is more compelling to me. I feel like Maria's problems are easier to solve (her inability to rely on people, her attention seeking and her desire to be more magically powerful) imo, since she's already a well-liked figure in the Ministry and she's already a high-level magic user. Geordo's though; the series doesn't put too much attention on it, but despite the fact that Katarina gave his life color, he still somewhat sees the world in a desaturated light even post-childhood according to the novels and his lack of empathy still prevents him from completely absorbing all the colors. He's still learning how to see and he is happy that Katarina is always there to help him learn how.

I just love the irony that Katarina sees Geordo as a Perfect Prince and feels that she is inferior and unworthy of him, but then Geordo also seems himself as flawed, inferior and unworthy of Katarina and sees her as someone perfect. Geordo constantly wants to be better for Katarina (and for the people around him), and in time, maybe he could become a motivation for Katarina to be better too (on Katarina's side though, because on Geordo's she doesn't have to because she's already perfect the way she is). Geordo, while being self-centered and aggressive in his pursuits, isn't always selfish and thinks about what Katarina wants too. He'd fight tooth and nail for her and will do whatever he can so that Katarina will love him in the same way, but that doesn't mean he wont respect her decision if she falls in love with someone else, he just wont lose without a fight that's all (and fight, he'll give that's for sure).

Geordo is crazy in love with her; wants to protect her happiness, keep her safe whenever he can, and is even willing to both fight to become king and throw away the life he currently knows if it means he can live a life where he and Katarina can be together wherever she is most content and happy. He wouldn't lock her up in the castle like a caged bird like what Keith and some fans of the series thinks, whenever he does have thoughts like that like in Volume 6, its his internal response to the lack time they can have together alone, rather than being indicative of how he wants to treat her (like in his desire in Book of Desires, he conjured up a literal honeymoon because a honeymoon is the only time where he can spend it with her alone without someone butting in! It's weird and exaggerated, but his desire is simply to just be able to spend a day with her and be able to pursue her romantically without the threat of people like Keith and Mary).

Katarina sees him for himself, and she extends her hand of friendship to him despite all her fears of her bad ends involving him. She knows he's a "sadistic prince" but doesn't always tie him to that title. Out of everyone, Katarina has just as bad, if not worse, initial impression of Geordo compared to almost everyone around him (Others sees him as a Perfect Prince while she sees him as a Sadistic Prince and Future Murderer), and yet she accepts him and wants to learn more about him. She supports him and wants him to find happiness in love with Maria, even if it means she'll get exiled to another country or to a far off farm! (i'll edit this with citations later)

I can't help but want that for him, someone who there for you through thick and thin, who supports him despite everything she knows about her future involving him. Katarina is everything he would ever want in a partner: someone who isn't disturbed by his past, can see through his fake smiles, constantly cares for him, sees him beyond his princely façade, is one of his first friends who has helped him create friendships with other as well that prevented him to wallow in isolation and hate of the version of himself that society created for him, is genuinely interested in him as a person, is endlessly fun to be around and unpredictable, and is overall beautiful inside and out.

Again, a lot of Maria and Geordo's struggles are very similar to each other, but I'm more interested in Geordo's side. I find it more compelling. Geordo's scenes always almost provides something new, we get to see him angry, flustered & embarrassed, scheming/conniving, possessive, grateful, sad & frustrated and so much more. Maria has that too (we get to see her sad and thankful), but this might be my own perspective of reading the novels, but Maria's scenes kinda feel the same to me. It almost always starts with Katarina helping her and her realizing time and time again how much she loves her and become more motivated to be a better version of herself. I mean its unfair to say that they are all the same but that might just be me. (Maria: wow I'm so grateful for everything Katarina has given me, I want to be with her forever (rinse and repeat for the next 5 books))

Yes I know it's beautiful to see Maria falling deeper and deeper in love with Maria, but I'd rather see moments of someone who is trying to advance on those feelings rather than someone who is still trying to understand what they feel. Declarations and descriptions of love are beautiful in literary works and it always gets my heart fluttering, but I can read fanfics if I want to see that be written in 8 or more ways. Give me some action, some internal conflict!

It also doesn't help that it makes me really really happy for Geordo that he's made a dent in Katarina's baka shield? Katarina's heart skipped and fluttered for a second when Geordo was patting her head, and it makes me want to root for him even more! (Yes, go break the bubble! You can do it!!)

It's not even the same doki-doki as when she gets charmed at how pretty Maria is, to me its different in a way that my small vocabulary can't explain.

And besides, it really is just a battle between the protagonist that almost ruined her life (Maria) and the love interest that almost ruined her life (Geordo). Keith is part of that equation too, but he was never a threat after they became close (narratively, its seriously just Maria vs Geordo vs Keith, ignoring the changes to that narrative by FL2). It's always about Geordo (and Maria), everything she's doing in the Fortune Lover 1 Arc is because of Geordo (and arguably, Maria & Keith too) and the consequences of where he decides her future to would lead to.

It has to be Geordo, in my opinion, to show her that things aren't the same as the game (and he already kinda has, just a dent though) (If not Geordo, it should be Maria). He, who she feared and yet cared for so much

(I know Fortune Lover 2 basically removes that importance of Geordo and Maria specifically to Katarina's narrative by making her an active problem in all routes, finally becoming loyal to the title "All Routes Lead to Doom", but its not like the story is digging into Katarina's brain that she's sword training for the purpose of fighting back against all the boys, its still just Geordo, so idk I still count that in my shipper brain)

It also also helps that Geordo is basically the poor bullied animal in the hamefura community's eyes, regardless of how far he is into the battle (like in the reddit discord lmao). Yeah he has the best chances which is why many people both in and out of the series find it so fun to drag him under because of his unfair advantage, which is fair, but just like how you feel when you see a small wounded animal, you can't help but want to help someone who has the whole world against him (there's literally a canon manga page with that joke lmao), which is how I eventually felt over time. He's so misunderstood and bullied by people despite the authors dedication to flesh him out more beyond being a possessive prince fiancé of Katarina because of the anime's adaption, so I'd rather give my biases to someone who needs (and deserves it) rather than other contenders who are already overflowing with love and support. Also who doesn't love a perfect guy who breaks when his beloved is harm/who opens up to the person he cares about most?

I know people will read this and find it unfair that Katarina is giving so much to Geordo, but he isn't really giving anything to her. One thing I'll agree that Maria has over Geordo is that Maria makes Katarina want to try and work hard. Seeing Maria improve her magic wants Katarina to do the same, and whether or not it's from motivation or fear of getting left out depends on the reader. So far we don't really have anything like that for Katarina with Geordo because most things involving Geordo intimidates her, compared to Maria who is surrounded by mysteries and adventure (though arguably it's Katarina and not her lmao, but Kat doesn't know that).

Katarina is already the most well-adjusted character in the story even as a child so the only thing to really explore from her is mostly just her relationships and skewed sense of reality. That's why I hope that Geordo will not only help her realize that she can be loved by her peers romantically despite her self-perceived position/role, but also be one of the persons to make her completely realize that she isn't living inside a game. I mean like I said a few paragraphs ago, he's already kinda doing it by constantly confessing his feelings to her, reminding her that he is a person with his own feelings and not a character programmed to fall for a heroine.

So yeah, I ship Katarina with Geordo for those reasons and believe they should end up together for those reasons.

If you ask me who I think would she end up with objectively, I'd still say Geordo. The author's focus jumps between Geordo and Maria so that really depends on who you're asking. It also doesn't help that Geordo is always in the marketing with Katarina in the books and games, which pretty much cements his Male Lead status to Katarina's Female Lead status lmao

Thank you for the ask lmao, I'll be updating this with more thoughts and possibly citations later :))

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Deconstructing baseless Harry Potter arguments #1: Harmony Edition

There’s a very helpful account on instagram (this instagram page merely gathers toxic harmony shippers, they don’t ship Harmione or hate all Harmione shippers, please don’t send them hate, show them love and support) where you can essentially find stupid fucking bashers who make baseless arguments. I’m all for Harmione shippers, as long as they don’t denounce Romione, bash Ron and just peacefully co-exist. To my pleasure, such people are out there: they just dont seem to be seen as often as the ones that are not nice. Maybe all I see is the mean people and the majority is nice, but in this post, I am attacking those who make baseless claims and bash Ron/Romione/Hinny/Ginny. I don’t myself hate all Harmione shippers. On top of that, as a Romione/Ron fan, i do acknowledge Ron’s character flaws along with Hermione’s and I hold them on the same pedestal.

This is copied directly from my own instagram page, granger.weasley_ on ig.

Anyways let's get deconstructing

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rebuttal:

Yeah okay mf; maybe don’t compare real-life relationships with fucking fictional ones. Your relationship going wrong has nothing to do with Ron/Hermione. It has everything to do with you and your ex: the *real life* people involved in it.

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rebuttal:

The weird subreddits and discord servers also seem to have a lot of die-hard Harmione “non-canon” shippers. They bash Ron and Romione (along with Ginny and Hinny) with a burning passion without any objective sense of remorse. They ignore all the merits of Ron’s character and bash him to push their agenda. They can’t even do so much as fucking acknowledge any of Hermione’s character flaws but still somehow manage to fixate on that one time when 11 year old Ron just shit-talked one line while Hermione had just publicly humiliated him in front of the Charms class and practically shouted at him for doing the spell wrong just before. I personally don’t because Hermione was 11 too and wasn’t that good at social cues that early on, which is more than okay. Neither am I.

Only a few people in the Romione fandom bash Hermione. And it’s not like Harmione shippers (most, not all!) don’t bash Ron and Ginny remorselessly, right? The fucking hypocrisy.

If someone considers Ron as the best member of the trio, it is their own opinion and not a fact. I do that. If you consider Harry and Hermione as the best member of the trio or in the whole wizarding world, most people don’t give a flying fuck and probably won’t argue with you because it is simply an opinion. That will only happen when you pass that off as a fact.

Statistically speaking, most (not FUCKING all) Harmione moments are in the movies. The weird dance scene especially. The passionate kiss that happens in Ron’s vision, shit like that. Ron is pushed to the sidelines in the last set of movies while Harry and Hermione show each other endless love and support. “I’ll go with you”. The books on the other hand, describe Harry and Hermione as siblings multiple times, with very little Harmione references.

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So you don't want us to fixate on the large majority of Harmione shippers who do the exact same thing, just kissing Hermione's and Harry's ass and hating on Ron. However you will fixate on people who are most likely not EVEN bashing or hating but pointing out a few character flaws in Hermione in a fair and unbiased way. I would know, I'm a huge fan of Hermione as an individual character (in the books). The only criticism I've seen of Hermione to this day has not been bashing. In the comment section of my own fics (shameless plug) I've seen some Hermione bashing. On an ao3 comment section. And I've seen so damn fucking many people bashing Ron, Ginny, the Weasleys etc. and garner tens and thousands of upvotes on quora.

What does Ron even need excusing for? The running away incident and Krum. What does Hermione need excusing for? Canaries, contributing to Ron's insecurities by making him jealous through Cormac and Krum even though she didn't even like them (especially not Cormac, she fucking hated him). Ron wore a locket that literally highlighted his fatal flaw (insecurity) in an echo chamber. Harry kept getting annoyed when Ron wanted to check in on his family. Harry asked Ron to leave; Ron didn't say that shit in the books about Harry's parents being dead: that was plain shock value.

And sorry for repeating myself but I have seen quite a few Harmione shippers bash Ron and Ginny and excuse every single thing Harry and Hermione have done.

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37 upvotes on this weird comment that makes no sense? Echo chamber alert! You know what us Romione/Ron fans all have in common? We have never experienced such an echo chamber. I made a pro Ron/Romione post on reddit and got a considerable amount of people who bashed Ron and Romione in the comments.

The amount of Hermione haters is very few compared to Ron bashers. Nobody hates Hermione for being independent, determined, etc. We dislike perfect movie Hermione who’s an unrealistic image of females and seems like some sort of agenda than a real woman. Most Romione shippers/Ron fans and book fans in general (except for you apparently) dislike movie Hermione and still are fans of realistic book Hermione. Most, not all. In general, we do not claim anyone who does the exact same thing to Harry and Hermione that these sorts of Harmione shippers do to Ron, Romione, Hinny and Ginny. I say this on the behalf of all Romione shippers and Ron fans.

Ron's not a bitchy lay-about drama causing loser. That's Steve Kloves's movie Ron. In the books Ron is realistic and simplistic and apologizes whenever he causes problems. He acts up substantially twice in a span of 7 years where he is also a hormone-fuelled teenager.

This is so contradictory and juxtaposed to the point of near delusion. First you talk about how Romione shippers bash Hermione and then you bash Ron as a Harmione shipper. Mate, fighting fire with fire will get you called a hypocrite. Fix yourself.

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So the movies are fine when they work according to your agenda? And yes how dare he add such a (fake) chemistry fuelled moment between Harry and Hermione while defeating the entire purpose and groundwork for Romione, the sadness caused by Ron leaving and so many more things? Those Harmione moments you mention seem friendship -esque more than anything else.

Steve Kloves's moments ruined many things while just paying fan service to the Harmione fans he'd birthed through years in the course of 6 movies where he showed Ron as a, how you so eloquently describe it, lay - about drama causing bitchy loser, Harry as one dimensional and Hermione as a zero - dimensional Mary Sue who might as well be the main titular character. Obviously Harmione fans such as yourself don't see the problem with it as it fits your narrative

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We do care about Harry and Hermione at large. Most Romione shippers rightfully bash Draco, Pansy, etc. not particularly Harry and Hermione, that's quite rare. Harry and Hermione can get along without Ron as friends. Ron and Harry can also get along without. Hermione as friend. So can Hermione and Ron without Harry as friends or more. I don't understand your point and how what you said is any different than Romione or Ronarry’s friendship.

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Constant arguing is not what they do. They bicker, they apologize, and sometimes they just do it for the heck of it. They are argumentative teenager. Opposites attract doesn't work in the sense of fire and ice, it works in the case of Brownie and ice-cream. Ron is passionate, laid back and insecure. Hermione's passionate, a workaholic and not as insecure. Ron can help her get calm and composed and get her to give herself a break. Hermione can motivate Ron and re - enforce his confidence.

It wouldn't be step incest. Harry and Ginny do not regard each other as siblings. They do not look similar whatsoever. And a Harmione shipper also bashes Hinny and Ginny along with Ron and Romione? Checks out

" that fucked up Harmony" hahaha. What?

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Are you literally going to date someone on the basis of what Harry Potter ships they prefer? That is so shallow end depraved. Your Harry Potter ship preferences should not be the groundwork for your dating life. Please understand that. Harry Potter is a fictional world which is not real. Hogwarts doesn't exist. Magic doesn't exist. I sound like a Dursley but that's what it is: a fictional realm with fictional character. I would personally not give a fuck if my best friend or significant other was a Harmione shipper. In the case of them being a Ron basher, I would ignore it as if it was just a minor inconvenience and something we wouldn't be discussing and that's how it should be with you. Fuck BuzzFeed, your opinion on what Harry Potter ship / character is your favorite says squat about your personality and relationship with others in a romantic or platonic context. But who cares? Live your life however you want. I'll be stoic.

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It's not opposites attract rubbish or high school opposites attract. Ron and Hermione aren't polar opposites like I said, they are a bit different but similar too in many ways. They have a lot more in common than Harry and Hermione. Ron and Harry have the most in common. Both Ron and Hermione are passionate, loving, argumentative, caring, etc. Your argument lacks substance. It's biased trash. And what does “obhwf " mean?

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at the end of the day, i’m just an annoyed teenager. I try my best to be open-minded to people but only as long as they are too. I tried to use my brain more than my feelings for this post.