#s&tb

[kimseokjinn]

98/? sets of jin

[allelitewrestlings]

Mercedes Moné AEW Full Gear 2024 📸: JJ Williams

[azu1as]

Hi, Tin! I love your writing and I have a prompt for you, if you are interested) what if Tang family is too afraid of Tang Bo leaving permanently and eloping with Cheong Myeong? So they initiate marriage negotiations with Mount Hua. It can be angst (CM is socially isolated and insecure about his position) or romantic comedy (awkward situations and protective Cheong Mun), up to you). Thank you in advance!

It was a well-established fact that the Dark Saint of the Tang Family was one of their generation's best.

So it came as no surprise when an influx of marriage proposals flooded their family's estate—because rumors started flying around that the Dark Saint was in search of a partner.

The Dark Saint held a reputation for being cold and ruthless. To cultivators and martial artists, he was someone they feared making into an enemy due to his sheer battle prowess and poisonous abilities. To normal civilians, he was a genius who wielded the Tang Family's techniques with cool precision and intent; to them, he was just another mysterious cultivator that they would only ever know of through gossip and stories.

However, in recent years, something shifted. His reputation among common folk was slowly altered. It started off with a supposed battle between him and the Plum Blossom Sword Saint which turned into a sudden and unexpected friendship.

Whereas in the past the Dark Saint would only go around Sichuan and closeby villages, he was now found going around different major cities and unknown ones.

He was often in the company of Mount Hua's Plum Blossom Sword Saint, who worked with him side-by-side to eradicate groups from the Demonic Cult and the occasional bandits and thieves.

For supposed Taoists, the two visited different establishments to drink alcohol and talk cheerily. It was during one of these moments that the first rumor began its spark.

"Ahhhh," The Plum Blossom Sword Saint groans in satisfaction. "That sure hits the spot!"

The Dark Saint chuckles as he tosses back his own drink. "If only I could enjoy everyday like this. Alcohol really is the best."

"What would your future wife think?" The Plum Blossom Sword Saint jokingly and dramatically shakes his head in disappointment. "To have a husband who loves alcohol more than his own wife...!"

The Dark Saint wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "Trust me, I would make sure that my wife knows full-well just how much I love them."

The two of them share a silent, private conversation with just their eyes alone, that none of the other restaurant's customers could decipher, before they leave a generous tip and went on their way.

It snowballs from there.

All of a sudden gossip went around about the Dark Saint's interest in finding a wife. And so several people came to the same conclusion.

The reason why the Dark Saint is travelling around more than usual is because he's looking for a prospective wife.

Clearly, the Plum Blossom Sword Saint was there to provide moral support. How truly admirable and strong their brotherhood must be!

On the other hand, the head of the Tang Family was fully aware of their Dark Saint's single-minded interest in Mount Hua's Chung Myung.

Seeing all the stacks of letters that ranged from proposing strategic alliances and general marriage offers brought the current head of the Tang Family to a very different conclusion.

Tang Bo was trying to slowly draw himself away from their family by leaving their estate. He might be on the hunt, jumping from village to village, trying to create a dowry befitting for the hand of the Plum Blossom Sword Saint and scouting out all the best locations to settle down in.

It really wouldn't be too surprising of an idea if one day a letter turns up from the man with an intent of permanently moving to Mount Hua or some backwater village.

The Tang Family head shakes the thought of losing one of their best and genius members to one of the Ten Great Sects. If he wanted to maintain their family's reputation, he'll need to strike the first move.

And so he begins to pen a decisive letter to the Sect Leader of Mount Hua.

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Chung Mun's hands tremble as reads the letter sent to him by the Tang Family.

'Who did they think they were?' He would have bit out if he had any less self-restraint. The paper crumples in his grip and he receives a questioning glance from Chung Myung who was sprawled eating mooncakes on the opposite side of his desk.

"What's got you so worked up?" The subject of the letter askswithout a care.

Chung Mun takes a deep breath. "The Tang Family wishes for you to transfer into their estate."

He refuses to say out loud the marriage proposal that came along with this request. His Chung Myung was too young! The man might be a sixty years old, but that round face, cheeks carelessly bulging with mooncakes with crumbs littered on his chin, screamed too young for marriage!

"Oh." Chung Myung nods in understanding.

Chung Mun is glad that Chung Myung agrees that this was nonsensical. To think, they thought that Chung Myung would even leave Mount Hua for—

"After the war is over, Tang Bo and I were planning to be roommates and travel the world a bit."

—?????

"Roommates?" Chung Mun's voices comes out slightly strangled.

"Yup. It's going to be great."

"No."

"'No'?"

Chung Mun tries to run through his previous conversations with Tang Bo. He knew that the man was capable of being underhanded, but he was also well-aware that Tang Bo respected him enough to not blind-side him with something like this. Especially since it concerned Chung Myung.

...

...Oh no.

"Fuck." Chung Mun says, full of feeling as he recalls Tang Bo off-handedly asking permission to live together with Chung Myung in the future.

"...Sect Leader?"

Chung Mun had thought that was a joke! He thought Tang Bo wasn't being serious! They were talking with alcohol in their systems!

The alarmed look that crosses Chung Myung's face informed Chung Mun that the way he felt his blood drain from his face was a visible, physical reaction.

"He asked for your hand in marriage." Chung Mun says faintly. "I said yes."

Chung Myung blinked at him. "Yeah? He told me?"

Okay. Tang Bo, to his credit, hasn't been leaving Chung Myung in the dark at least.

If Chung Myung knows and isn't reacting violently that means that he isn't completely against this. Even if Chung Mun was, he had to reorganize his priorties.

And his number one would be to make sure Chung Myung was happy.

((And to make sure that the Tang Family doesn't think they can step on Chung Mun and pull his little brother away.))

"I'll have to recheck the sect's budget and my own savings to make sure we have enough for the wedding preparations..." Chung Mun mutters as he begins drafting a response to the Tang Family with what he thought were better marriage agreement conditions.

But then, a flash of dread causes Chung Mun to pause writing and leave a dark ink blot on the paper. He suspected, but he really wishes that he was wrong—!

"Huh?" Chung Myung gives Chung Mun a confused look. "We already got married though?"

[sovamurka]

let's be honest, for very ironic reasons, official writers were not really responsible for timebomb being so good, fortiche carried most of the timebomb writing

yes, even in s1 since this is really where writers (*VERY LOUD COUGH* amanda) picked up on very delicate and deliberate details that fortiche put in s1e7, details which could be potentially explored later (as a side plot, of course *sarcasm*, we don't want to overshadow other dynamics of the show, do we?)

but especially in s2 since it's basically confirmed by pascal charrue, fortiche's co-founder, that the episode fortiche studio were most emotionally and creatively involved with in matters of writing is episode 7

which is even further confirmed by linke in the artbook where he states that episode 7 is basically a literal love letter to french culture and that he hopes fortiche is really proud of it

like... wow, the "nobody loves timebomb more than french people do" joke is actually not a joke at all

[doomspiral]

more emo au

[thewintersoldier]

M*A*S*H (1972–1983) - 4.09 • "Quo Vadis, Captain Chandler?"

[fght-ff-yr-dmns]

Imagining My Favourite Albums as Books

Work in Progress...

I'm still learning how to work in MS Paint, I have so many ideas but not the skills (yet) to bring them to life. I really need to invest in Photoshop or Illustrator...

I've find this oddly therapeutic, until the OCD kicks in lol.

These albums got me through those difficult teenage years and I obsessed over those lyrics sheets and album liners like they were classic literature...and that's what inspired this.

Which one are you taking out of the library?

[the-fiction-witch]

Sofa

Media IRL

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating SMUT

Thomas was first to wake up, groggy and with a backache from sleeping on his sofa, he checked the time on his wall clock across the living room and immediately saw it was now half ten, He groaned softly as he woke up, He looked down and smiled slightly as he see’s Y/n still as she was when he fell asleep, laid on his chest with the blanket over her even still in her clothes from last night before they passed out together, Her presence alone was enough to wake him up, he then realized that she had likely been sleeping for long time and he started to notice little details. There were little hair strands near her cheeks, her hair was just a little tangled from her sleep, and her lips were a tiny bit dried up. He thought she looked so adorable, he just couldn't get over how much he loved this girl, He watched her sleep and he couldn't stop himself from wanting to just hold her. He wanted to play with her hair, kiss her on her lips and just make her feel the way she made him feel. Maybe she didn't even realize how beautiful she was he was almost in awe at how precious she was in this moment. 

He froze when she suddenly began to stir on him and she began whispering kisses against his neck, all other thoughts suddenly gone. They sent electric jolts of excitement through his body as he felt her soft lips on his neck. She was kissing him exactly where it was most sensitive and tender he couldn't move an inch because her kisses had given him such strong goosebumps. She slowly moves up his neck and kisses his jaw then to his lips starting a slow and sensual morning making out the kind of slow passion you only get when just waking up together, The way she was kissing him was something out of a romance movie and it made him feel like he was the only person on earth that mattered to her. 

She began to mutter against his lips her pet names for him calling him Tommy and her little tomcat often her names for him and he could barely contain himself muttering back to her his own pet names for her calling her his little bunny. She began to stroke her hands down his chest,

He kissed her passionately back as he felt her hands on his chest. He let his hands slide to her hips, pulling her even closer as they lay kissing each other. It felt like time had frozen and they were in their own bubble of romance. In this moment he was so contented, feeling like he had everything he could ever want or need. Their kiss was hot and steamy as they enjoyed each other's warm loving touch. His hands met her hips and began stroking his thumbs against her hips, their lips not parting in what was now probably one of the longest make-out sessions they have ever had. The feeling and taste of her lips on his was electrifying and he felt no need to ever want to stop.

She moved wrapping her legs around his waist snuggly, she tightened her legs but let out a small giggle as she felt what their make-out and her bodies closeness had caused for Thomas especially this early in the morning after being cuddled up with her all night, but she kissed down his neck and gave him a hard hickey, “Excited?”

The feeling sent a shiver of excitement through his entire body even his breathing was quickening. “Very,” He pulled her back and kissed her back with as much passion as he could. 

She smirks and moved down his neck as continues leaving hickey's lower and lower down his neck muttering his pet name in his ear, 

he shivered and let's out small whimpers and moans. The sensation of her kisses and the hickeys were driving him crazy. His breathing grew heavier and he had started to blush more. The feeling of her lips and tongue on his neck was just so good he couldn't get enough. He had never been more turned on and he was enjoying every second of it

"ummm? Please my little tomcat?" She whined between kisses she tugged on his shirt, 

He smirked and decided to tease her, “Yes, my little bunny?

"Please," she whined her hand slipping down to his stomach slipping under the hem of his shirt and sliding her hand back up his stomach to push up his shirt, 

He was nervous but his heart was racing with excitement and he couldn't stop himself from letting out a moan as he felt her hands on his body He let her hands reach up higher, feeling what she was about to do. His heart started pounding in his chest as she pulled his shirt up exposing his body. His body had started feeling extremely sensitive as the feeling of her hands against him was very tantalizing. And he even helped her to toss it across the living room, 

She giggled at his warm exposed chest covering it in kisses and stroking all over him her playful hands as he laid against the sofa, "more?"

He looked at her and the way she was looking at his body. The hunger in her eyes felt delicious to him. He shivered slightly in anticipation, almost feeling excited for what she was about to do “Mhm,” He growled moving her hands down his chest so her hands lingered on his stomach, 

She bites his neck a little hard as she pushes his grey sweatpants down to his knees, exposing his bare skin, his hard erection both from their kisses and his own morning wood sitting invitingly against his stomach she smirked and stroked the darker blonde hair that crawls down from his stomach to his hilt teasing him by not going any lower even if his hips shift as he begs her to go lower, 

He let out a groan of pleasure when she pushed his sweatpants to his knees, The way she was touching him with such vigour was sending butterflies down his stomach, he was blushing and his heart was beating fast his hips shifted as he whined for her touch unable to prevent his desperation revealing itself, 

she kissed down his chest and stomach being slow and sensual with each of her kisses getting lower and lower "umm Thomas, I wasn’t expecting my tomcat to be so excited this morning, what's a little bunny to do with all this?" she teased leaving a hickey on his V,

He bit his lip and chuckled softly shifting his hips trying to get her to move lower where he so craved her mouth’s kisses, her hickey caused his skin to burn with desire he didn’t want to beg her even if he was close to doing it, so he decided to be a little cocky, “Well, maybe this little bunny should just ride me?” He smirked, 

"that what my tomcat wants?" She cooed kissing back up to his lips and moving her hips against him "because I'll happily kiss until my little tom cat makes a mess in my mouth, or his little bunny will happily ride for a while"

His heart pounded loudly when she moved her hips against him, she definitely knew how to make him feel good. Her words had also made him shiver in desire There was no second thoughts in his head now, his hands quickly move to her shorts stroking them softly egar to remove them as he gasped, “I think my little bunny should ride me, she deserves to be on top of me,” 

She smirked and kissed him with a passionately returning to their make out, 

He didn't even hesitate. He began tugging her shorts down, not being gentle as he almost rips off her little shorts exposing her glistening pussy for him, he growled low as he saw her like this for him, 

she blushed Innocently squeezing her thighs, "what does kitty think of his bunny?" She asked stroking her hand down her sternum, her stomach and then to softly play her clit to tease him even more, 

He could feel his heart literally pounding out of his chest at the sight of her, he watched her so intently, After she moved her hand to where he was most desperate to touch her, he couldn't take his hands not being there already. So he moved her hand away pushing it off herself and gently began playing with her clit. It was so exciting how his fingers would just immediately make her squirm in pleasure and how her breathing grew faster as well. Her body was also becoming more aroused and he could feel just how excited he was making her.

she squealed and squirmed ontop of him as his fingers work turning bright red embarrassed by her pleasure "No no more... Please..." She whined

He couldn't help but smile at her whined plea. She was just so adorable, so shy and embarrassed “Umm but you look so delicious little bunny,” he cooed as he slid one hand behind her back and pulled her closer to him to bring her upper body forward until her chest was against his own, and his erection could slip between the lips of her labia already his hips moving gliding himself against her wetness, “Uhh! And your little tomcat is starving.” He growled pulling her into a kiss and slipping himself inside her. 

[bubblesandpages]

So on the topic of Claire's nearly fatal allergy oversight, isn't there a direct parallel with that in how Carmy, Richie, Sydney, hell, all of the kitchens, servers, and chefs we see over the course of the show treat allergies, and how meticulous they are with finding alternatives for each element in a dish?

[iheartbookbran]

me on june 13 watching Bridgerton vs me on june 16 watching HOTD

[nachosforfree]

toybox - 1

[executivenerd]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Claire Redfield Characters: Claire Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Chris Redfield (Resident Evil) Additional Tags: Post-Resident Evil: Infinite Darkness, Enemies to Lovers, sort of enemies might be strong, Getting Together, Quarantined Together, Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Roommates, Infected Characters, Thunderstorms, Characters Watching Titanic (1997), Television Watching, Movie Night, 90s Nostalgia, Car Accidents, CleonYear, Cleon Year, cleontb Summary:

After running into each other and getting infected on a mission, Claire and Leon are stuck quarantining together, forcing them to finally address some of their issues.

X

“The gist is you both got bitten and have traces of the virus in your blood, but you’ve shown no sign of infection. It looks like it requires some sort of activation. Rebecca is looking into it and studying the device you had on you, but until we can assure you aren’t infected, you’re stuck here.”

“Stuck here?” Leon asked.

“I know it’s not ideal, but this is our nicest quarantine zone. I figured you’d rather put up with the nice one together than two shit holes,” Chris said. Claire didn’t trust him for a minute. This felt like entrapment.

“I’d rather take the two shit holes,” Claire said, avoiding Leon’s gaze.

[allelitewrestlings]

[azu1as]

You are amazing! Amazing! And I'm a greedy person, so I propose: Older! Time traveler! Baek Cheon and Tang Bo compete for Cheong Myeong's affection. CM is oblivious and CMun is in hell reserved for protective older brothers. Those perverted bastards! How dare they lust after his precious, naive and innocent sajae?! He'll break their heads!

You're so sweet to me 🥺🫶 thank you so much!!!!

also I ADORE TIME TRAVEL AUs sm you have no idea how giddy I got when I saw this ask WAHAHAHA

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"Oh? He's pretty handsome..."

Tang Bo almost spills the alcohol he was pouring into his cup. His eyes immediately snap towards Chung Myung's face as he slowly lowers the bottle back on the table.

This guy slouched in front of him wasn't someone who gave compliments that easily. It took months of nudging and stubborn insistence for Chung Myung to finally admit that Tang Bo was 'passable-looking, sure, whatever'—a compliment that had to be drawn out tooth and nail but one that Tang Bo won through hard work and effort.

So, surely, he must have misheard Chung Myung's muttering.

"Did you say something, hyung-nim?" Tang Bo asks, smile twitching stiffly at the way Chung Myung's gaze remained locked on something—someone—behind Tang Bo as he took a long sip from his own cup.

"That man behind you," Chung Myung replies, pointing at the subject of their conversation with his mouth non-too-discretely. "He looks like a traveling prince or something."

Tang Bo doesn't know what minute expression passed through his face, but Chung Myung catches it well enough and raises a questioning eyebrow at him.

"I'm serious." Chung Myung insists, not realizing that Tang Bo is irritated for a completely different reason. "He really does look like some well-off to-do guy."

Tang Bo huffs and turns around without any subtlety whatsoever, determined to see what 'this prince guy' looked like to have managed to snag his hyung's attention so easily.

Tang Bo lets out an indignant noise. Okay, he'll admit it. The guy was abnormally handsome. He had well-defined androgynous facial features and an equally well-defined body, Tang Bo thinks, as his gaze locks onto the man's thick and muscled arms.

There might have been merit in Chung Myung's comment about this guy probably being a prince of sorts. If he was, Tang Bo would hedge a guess that he was a runaway one.

The man wore faded, plain white robes without any discernable insignia marking him from a sect or family. He had a similarly white headband strapped across his forehead with dark bangs framing an unblemished face.

If he was trying to disguise himself or hide his identity, he was doing a terrible job at it. Despite the simplicity of his outfit, his presence alone (and face) demanded attention.

"Told you." Chung Myung cheekily says, laughing at Tang Bo's disgruntled expression.

Even Tang Bo could admit that the man looks like he stepped out of one of the many heroic epics that common folk often passed around through books and verbal tales. How unfair.

Grumbling lightly, Tang Bo turns back to their table and throws back his cup of alcohol. "Bet he's just some rich runaway brat."

"Eh? Probably. But—ah, huh?"

A shadow falls over Tang Bo and he watches as Chung Myung's surprised face ends up trained above Tang Bo's head.

"Hello." The man greets them with his deep voice.

Ugh, Tang Bo grimaces as he pulls back his chair away from the man's shadow. Even his voice sounded handsome if that were even possible.

But Tang Bo was the gentleman between him and his hyung, so he replies, faking politeness, "Can we help you? My companion and I are in the middle of a meal together, you see."

Tang Bo tenses, immediately on guard when he sees the man's eyes sharpen as it turns towards him, clearly recognizing the dismissive tone Tang Bo used.

Other than an indecipherable flash in his eyes, the man's face (which felt more punch-able by the second, if you asked Tang Bo) remained unchanged.

The disruptor kept his gentle smile and Tang Bo was certain that he chose to stand where he did because of the way the lightbulb illuminated his face from above.

"It's alright, I can wait."

If Tang Bo had any less self-control, he would have already grabbed the man by the lapels of his faded robes and tossed him out of the establishment himself.

Who the hell was this man to have the audacity to look at his Chung Myung with such a warm gaze as he said that?

"Ha. Ha." Tang Bo grits out, a vein in his jaw ticking.

He doesn't care if this man looks like the textbook and fairytale version of a heroic warrior. His shamelessness should cancel out that stupid-looking face of his...!

Tang Bo feels a part of his soul leave at the unfairness of it all when Chung Myung shifts in his seat in involuntary self-consciousness.

Normal people wouldn't have noticed that—hell, not even Chung Myung himself probably realized!—but Tang Bo knew his hyung. They've spent too much time together to not not know each other's body language.

So why?

Why the hell did Tang Bo just spot a smirk on the man's face, huh?!?!

Chung Myung's eyes waver momentarily for reasons Tang Bo couldn't pick out, but Chung Myung hesitantly (why, hyung?!) opens his mouth and asks, "Have we...met before?"

Tang Bo's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull at the flirtatious-sounding sentence.

He knows Chung Myung doesn't realize it, but his hyung was personally handing over a signed warrant to this man, allowing him permission to take as many shameless liberties as he wanted.

In times like this, Tang Bo wishes his hyung wasn't as socially oblivious as he was.

He knows it's a futile hope to wish that the man missed the opening. But he seemed to recognize that Chung Myung was asking the question with pure face value.

Nonetheless, Tang Bo wishes he hadn't suggested this very detour for some alcohol because then they wouldn't have encountered this tall man in front of them.

The stupid, headband-wearing man hums as he fiddles lightly with the pink tassel on the hilt of his sheathed sword.

His gaze goes a bit distant as if recalling a far-off memory, and when he blinks back to reality, he lets out a deep, vibrating chuckle and locks eyes with Chung Myung.

"You were unforgettable."

Tang Bo's lips tremble. Why did it sound as if this man was insinuating something? His words felt like a romantic confession as well as a pointed barb directed at Tang Bo.

Chung Myung coughs lightly at the odd compliment thrown at him and throws back in one go the remaining alcohol in their shared bottle. He chuckles awkwardly before motioning at the man to sit down on the other side of the table.

Tang Bo doesn't think Chung Myung realizes it, but a light pink flush is spread over his cheeks.

And Tang Bo, unconsciously crushing the cup of alcohol in his hand, knew that it wasn't because of the alcohol.

[misforgotten2]

There are less scientific ways to treat TB but I dis-sputum.

Parents Magazine December 1944

[a-s-fischer]

So what is it with fascists lately being all up in arms about pasteurization?