#sorry this took so long anon 😭😭

[fuzzy-w0rms]

doodle req for Amity

she got to sit on one of the floats ^_^

[ritahayworrth]

LOIS SMITH and JAMES DEAN in a wardrobe test for East of Eden (1955) dir. Elia Kazan

[dearestdo3]

Hcs for slytherin!james?

He was devastated at first since he's a proud descendant of the great Godric Gryffindor, and now he's their family's only Slytherin

^ but he'd settle in nicely in the snake's den after he busied himself with Quidditch and gained lots of friends and fame

He saw with his own eyes how not all Slytherins are evil like he thought of before. There's actually non-purebloods, as well as decent, nice purebloods in this house!

^ And he experienced first hand how unfairly judged Slytherins are by the rest of Hogwarts, especially Gryffindors

^ Opened up his eyes to a more nuanced perspective, and he became much less judgmental and one-sided than canon Gryff!James

On one hand, I want Sirius to also be in Slytherin, but on the other hand, Sirius Black becoming a Gryffindor and James Potter a Slytherin is absolutely hilarious

^ The duo of all time. Ended house rivalry. They hang out with each other more than they do with their own housemates.

^ Marauders never gets established, therefore no animagi. It's only Sirius and James.

He's one of the most popular Slytherins; he's from a respectable pureblood family, he's good looking, rich, smart, and their Quidditch team's star Chaser

Slughorn adores him. He believes he's ol' Sluggy's favorite snake eventhough he's not that invested in potions

James made sure to stay away from the people he suspected as DE supporters/recruits, and try to convince his fellow Slytherins to do the same

^ This earned him quite a mixed reputation among the Slytherins (and Gryffindors)

Still does his 'pranks' alongside Sirius, but a bit smarter about it and they managed to avoid detention most of the time

Goes into fights a lot with Mulciber and Avery since he still insists on refusing to have anything to do with Dark Arts

^ The two call him a hypocrite for his 'pranks' and mock him for being a blood traitor

Speaking of the duo, he shares a dorm room with Mulciber, Avery, Rosier, and Snape! (RIP)

He would either be besties with Regulus, or they'd absolutely despise each other (it has everything to do with Sirius) (and Quidditch) (and Pureblood politics)

And the rest of these are more jeverus-adjacent, but could be read as platonic too :3c

THE classmate who laughed the loudest and teased the longest when Sev was struggling to mount a broom during their first flying lesson

He'd have a secret admiration (and jealousy) of Sev since he sees firsthand how Sev is so dedicated (and weirdly enthusiastic) to his potions research, his studies, and even cheering on the Slytherin Quidditch team

^ (Sev literally just sometimes watches their practices and games but James counts it as a huge, insanely ooc gesture lmao)

^ He also saw firsthand the bullying and shaming of Sev's blood status from their housemates

^ He might be hostile towards Sev, but his heroism and 'I can fix him' mentality wins

Despite their early tension, both James and Sev managed to warm up to each other and settle their differences after one too many confrontations with the other three dormmates

James would drop comments on how Sev needs to stop burying his nose in books and enjoy the sun (like watching their team's practices and games, wink wink)

Made sure that Sev isn't going to be swayed by the DE lot since he knows how crafty and smart Sev is, and how dangerous the other side could be if they have him; so he made extra effort to befriend Sev and pull him towards the 'light' side

After hearing about Sev's family situation (through Sev himself or via Lily), he stopped mocking his looks and started to gift him stuff every Xmas

^ He'd also softly tell Sirius to leave Sev alone (making up excuses of course so that Sirius wouldn't feel like James is warming up to the dungeon bat)

He still struggles a lot to not be overly sarcastic or mean when he talks to Sev (it's just so hard to when he's Snape) but he makes a conscious effort to be nice and patient towards him

Sev would tutor him in Potions, while he tutors Sev in Transfiguration

^ They would make bets and challenge each other to see which one of them would get more house points

^ This, in turn, made the Slytherins more friendly and accepting towards Sev (because he racks up those pts like his life depended on them, like hell he'd lose to James Potter)

He'd actually open his mind to Dark Arts after years of knowing and befriending Sev, and see that having knowledge in it would bring benefits that people often overlook

^ He would ask tons of questions to Sev (which Sev would begrudgingly and happily oblige)

He feels kinda proud that he gains Sev's friendship, like he'd just befriended a Bearded Dragon; it's something special and not a lot of people get this close to the prickly git

Lily would get jealous that her best friend is being pulled away by the arrogant toerag LOL

[pinkmirth]

What do you think Reiner and his s/o would argue about in a relationship? I can't imagine it would last long

BACK TALK, reiner braun !

SYNOPSIS — just a fluffy lil drabble about reiner wanting to take care of you. he doesn’t want to argue, but you’re just so stubborn…

CONTAINS — 1k words of . . . fluff, fem!reader (black coded), “girly-girl” reader, reiner feeds you, lowercase intended, just sappy stuff with this caring gentleman <3 (kinda sorta self indulgent!)

this is a tough one, nonnie…. only because maturity is reiner’s best attribute! picking a problem with you is the last thing this man wants to do, and he’s very slow to anger. you’re right about any disputes not lasting long! even if he tried, reiner can’t stay mad at you.

the most that could happen between you and him are petty squabbles about preferences, something dumb like waffles over pancakes! the pair of you ultimately laugh it off and end up cuddling once all is said and done. It’s hard to envision a topic that could stir such a reaction from him to the point where he’s arguing with you. i think the only thing that would get him going back and forth in an “argument�� is if he’s worried about you, but you decide to be stubborn with him.

for instance, you’re tired and have been studying all day, and he just wants you to allow yourself to relax. but! you’re persistent on finishing up your assignments. he’d probably grow upset and insist that you deserve a break . . . (veryyy self indulgent ‘cause i’ve been studying for a gajillion tests lately!)

dull thuds of reiner’s heavy footsteps upon carpet announce his entrance into your room. he strolls around your cozy little home-desk, the one he helped you build a couple months back when the school semester first began. it’s adorned in sanrio stickers galore and polaroid pictures of you and him, nostalgic square photos secured with baby-pink thumbtacks. reiner circles you with a brooding silence, flitting his eyes from the slideshow on your laptop screen to your scribbled notes. you feel him linger behind your chair, but opt on saying nothing.

“baby, c’mon…” reiner calls out, his tone borderline pleading, “you’ve been here for hours.” from behind your seat, he inches in until he’s close enough to rest his weighty hands on your stiffened shoulders. reiner’s warm palms rub along the junction of your neck. it’s helping— he can see it in the way your body slackens in your swivel chair.

“i gotta prep for tomorrow’s test,” his touch brings you to release a lax hum, but you don’t allow yourself to dwell on it for long. the fleeting moment of bliss he provides ends too soon, as you smooth out your oversized baby-pink tee-shirt and begin to refocus on your work.

“have you eaten?” he asks. the shake of your head brings about his frown. you could surely get your work done without depriving yourself of basic needs… all he wants is for you to be well taken care of. “no, not yet.” you spare him a glance before looking back over your laptop.

reiner’s hand shoots out, grabbing your chair and turning you halfway-round to face him. the closeness of his face to yours makes it seem like the perfect opportunity to press your lips to his and linger there for a while. instead, you remain still, choosing a safer route by stealing glances of his handsome attributes. your eyes run across his prominent collarbone peeking through his low-neck sweatshirt, the slight clench of his firm jaw, most especially the raw concern swimming in his honey-golden eyes. “why not?” reiner questions, with his brows drawn tight in worry. you whirl back around, for the sake of your own resolve.

“because i’m studying, reiner.”

“no, you’re cramming.” he corrects. reiner can read you like a damn storybook; it’s almost as though he knows you more than his very own self. “at least i’m drinking water,” you raise a bottle from your desk for emphasis. water sloshes in the cylindrical confines as you set it back down, “happy?”

reiner rolls his tongue and prods at his inner cheek. he decides to pay no mind to your little attitude. “water’s fine, but you need food.”

“a meal would be too heavy for me... i’d probably end up falling asleep.” you haphazardly shoo his suggestion, scribbling bullet points onto your notebook.

“so a snack would be better, then? your favorite fruit is in the fridge downstairs.” reiner turns on his heel, intent on coming back with a bowl of nicely-cut strawberries and mangoes. you reach out, clasping onto him forearm before he zips out of your room and descends the flight of stairs. “it’s okay, reiner.” you assure. the ends of your manicured nails ghost his wrist.

“is it really? ‘cause it’s hard to believe that you don’t want me to get anything at all.” he quirks up a thin brow as he says it. reiner knows just how much you need his support— you’re simply choosing to act like you don’t.

“i’ll get somethin’ to eat later, i promise.” with the twirl of your ballpoint-pen, you’re back to writing. this is his third time checking up on you, and you give him the same answer with every visit. all this stubbornness has gone on long enough.

“you may be busy, but you’re also tired.” he's quick to snatch the pen from your hands, right in the middle of you scrawling a sentence onto lined paper. “hey! reiner, give it—”

“nuh-uh. stop bein’ difficult about it.” he plants a large hand onto the back of your macbook and shuts it closed. you do an over-exaggerated huff, make a pout, throw in a bratty eye roll— he doesn’t care for it. what you need is to allow him take care of you. he can’t let his darling work herself to death, now can he? not in a literal sense, but he wouldn’t forgive himself for allowing this to continue.

“i’ll be right back, okay? and for the love of god, don’t open that goddamn laptop.” he makes his leave. you hear the faint hum of a microwave. it doesn’t take long for him to return, with a steaming plate of food in hand. reiner takes joy in replacing that stupid notebook of yours with the reheated dinner that he cooked up for you over an hour ago.

he pulls up a seat, scoots in close, and brings a hot forkful up to your mouth. “don’t argue. just eat, baby.”

this sly man knows that it’s your favorite food. you have no energy left to brush him off. finally, you give in. with a soft ‘ah’, you allow reiner to feed you. there’s a satisfied gleam in his eye as he stuffs your mouth with bite after bite.

“it’s good?” he softly asks. you cover your mouth while chewing, giving him a sheepish nod. “mm-hm.”

“you feel better, don’t you?” reiner nudges your shoulder with his broader one. you don’t try to fight the smile overtaking your lips. “i do…” you relent, looping your arms around his neck. he firmly hugs you in one arm, and uses his unoccupied hand to hold onto the ceramic plate. over half of the food’s gone.

he hears your quiet, sincere ‘thank you’ murmured into his chest, feels your frame relax against his. “good.” reiner sighs into your hair. he wants you to put yourself first, every single time. “that’s good.”

[sushiboll]

love love love your merman joseph design. tho i was also thinking, maybe his tail could be the same olive green as his tank top when he's young, and as he ages it becomes more like his old self's khaki brown attire like as if his scales faded with age.

also funny how he has both hands. imagine if his left hand was replaced by a trident lol

Aaaaaa lmao ur so right

[deacons-cut]

Make older Dean with stanford era sammy stimboard please <3

Stanford Sammy with Older Dean <3 ✦/x/✦ x/✦/x ✦/x/✦ For Anon <3

[anton-luvr]

i just had the cutest idea… what would anton do when he and his s/o ride the discopang together???

it would be so chaotic!!!

lots of uncontrollable giggles and anton will definitely be screaming (quietly) as he tries to hold on to the discopang and you for dear life LMAO

he'll be weak in the knees when you get off the ride, and he'll be strongly against going on it for the second time - but the quick kiss you plant on his cheek while asking him makes him willing to get on the ride again for as many times as you want as long as he's with you <3

[whereismyhat5678]

hugs? ... HUGS. *proceeds to pick peppino up (since she's, like- 2 ft taller than him) and hug him* (here's a bonus drawing bc your art is so cute and how ya draw peppino makes mah heart go:💞💕 AAAAAAAAAA-💕💞)

(There were more asks but I couldn’t fit you all in I’m sorry!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️)

*Cracks knuckles*

Okay- Let’s get ready for this one- ✍️

I can’t fit all the asks in THERE ARE SO MANY OF YOU-

I mean respect wanting to hug the Italien man BUT OMG- 😂

(Was it at least funny?- I hope I didn’t disappoint you guys- I HAVE SOME SINCE NOVEMBER CRHIST!- I’M SO SORRY- 🙏🙏🙏)

And to those who also left compliments in the asks I have to say thank you so much for it!!

(I currently can’t fit any pictures in here so A CRAZY ANOUNT OF HEARTS WILL DO-)

💗💕💖

Everyone on you guys are so sweet!! I can’t believe you guys look at my silly goofy art I just- AAAHHHGH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU‼️‼️‼️💕💗💖💞✨💕💗💞✨💕💕💖💞✨💕💗💖✨💕💗💞

[dr-lizortecho]

Liz Ortecho in “Fly” for anon

“You are my person, Max Evans. And I might not be any match for Michelle Valenti's sage wisdom, but- I know when you've had a bad day.”

[esterexpsito]

Carla Rosón + MBTI requested by anonymous

[tdlosk-confessions]

Kokomi here!

Fanon kusuke is so silly like bros emo as fuck and Cut himself and so called "would" k*lol himself like what lmao I just love him his fanon and canon self is so goofy to me<33😭

[Confession 451]

[thingthatgoes-butch-inthenight]

When a citizen of the kingdom mentions the royal hound it is no meer pedigree dog they're referring to. The title belonging to the prince's personal guard, while originally given in jest, now holds a more ominous weight.

It's quite common for you to act as my shadow. For my every step be matched in kind by the clanking of metal against metal. You never stray far enough for the metaphorical leash to pull taught, and yet even if you aren't in my immediate sight I know I'm always within yours. When I'm dealing with the common citizens you're always quick to correct someone whose stepped out of line. In most cases disrespect can be delt with by simply stepping forward with your hand to the hilt of your sword as a warning. But may the gods help whoever dares push you to bite rather than snap, for your quick blade cuts through flesh and bone with ease. Some days I'm inclined to intervene before blood is shed, but other times I simply enjoy seeing you in action.

Most seem to view our arrangement as simply your oath keeping you in servitude. A poor mutt pulled from it's litter, restrained by steel, forever at my beck and call. They never seem to realize just how much agency you have. How you act out of pure loyalty and devotion simply because you wish to. If anything you seem to anticipate my desires before I can even think to voice them.

As lovely as you are kneeling in suplication before my throne during the day, you always have a certain liveliness away from prying eyes under the cover of night. When the days are long and marked by endless training and paperwork, it brings about a snarling hunger in your eyes that I adore indulging in. Feeling the press of your teeth against my skin before each kiss always thrills me. To let our hands simply grasp and pet and claw at whatever we can reach. All the while you fuck me at a brutal pace until words are forgotten and all that pass from our lips are guttural moans and whimpers.

Ever humble, 👑

Perhaps I like the short leash you keep me on. When I get riled up feeling that sway you have over me is something truly impeccable. To feel the way you tug at my metaphorical leash to hold me back, it does nothing to calm me, but rather redirects the focus of my intensity towards you.

The sidelong glances I'm able to catch of you, perched on your throne, gentle smirk betraying that regality you've so long practiced, it throws fuel on the fire. The way you sit there, acting all strong and powerful with your jewelry glinting over fine clothes, I can't help but linger on your neck. The line of your jaw just barely peeking over the ruffled collar of your fine silk shirt captures my eyes. As I quietly return to the foot of your dias, whatever poor fool I got my hands on pleading with you behind me, I drink in every inch of skin I can find on your body. I think of how soft it is, unmarred by toil and battle, I think of the sweet scent and tastes I yearn for, I think of the marks I could leave on you tonight.

When your voice curtly ordered me to stand down all my thoughts went to the last time your fingers were tangled in my hair, telling me how to make love to you. As though you held any real power over me. A knight is bound only by loyalty. That metaphorical leash exists because I allow it to, and we both know that. But oh how I love to serve. How I love to hear your orders melt into cries of pleasure as I succeed in my task. My duty is to serve. My duty is to press my lips to yours, then down to your neck, and your chest, your nipples, your stomach, finally biting your inner thighs and sinking between your legs. Your hand tangled into my hair, locking us together in the only spot you can reach. The pull is intoxicating. The desperation with which your legs wrap around me is second only to how your hands claw and caress me when I come back up to kiss you.

The rest of the audiences that day pass like a blur to me. All I can think of is how I'll remove every garment from your body with a feverish pace. I imagine pressing my mouth past the silk ruffles to take purchase on the side of your neck as my hands grope for the buttons of your jacket. I think of how ravenously I'll take you tonight, and every word from your lips in the court instead draws up a memory of the way you moan and whine for me. I glance back to you as subtly as one can. Your legs look elegant in those pants but all I can think of is how they look thrown around me. I imagine running my hands across your body, my lips following, and just taking in every part of you.

Court couldn't end soon enough

[chvckyleeray]

could you please pls plz write about michael sth like him falling in love with his former babysitter like before he killed his sister reader was his babysitter for when judith couldnt watch

• Whenever his older sister couldn't babysit him as a kid, you always watched Michael

• This was for a few years around the time he was in elementary school and you were in high school

• When you heard the news that he had killed his sister, you were shocked

• Michael had always been a good kid in your experience, drawing pictures, picking flowers, and even baking with you sometimes

• He had always listened to you and you couldn't think of a time he had ever disobeyed you

• You had always loved babysitting him and looked forward to it whenever you needed to do it

• You couldn't believe that he could do such a thing and you were incredibly saddened at the news

• Twenty years later when he was in his early twenties and you were in your late twenties, he escaped from Smith's Grove Sanitarium

• He immediately came to Haddonfield and went to visit you

• He didn't actually talk to you but when he arrived, he presented you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers

• It turned out that he had always admired you and that you were one of the few people he actually liked

• Over the years, this had turned into a crush then into obsession

• Of course, you were flattered but you didn't really know how to respond

• You just hugged him and told him that you missed him

• After a little bit of you talking to him while he made you a mask out of things you had at your house, he ended up leaving

• You didn't know if you would ever see him again, but his visit left you happy

• You were glad that he was doing pretty ok despite his circumstances

RBs >>> Likes

[moerusai]

There has been a change in the branding of this film in the media about Chat and Khem's relationship from being almost stated as a romance to now being referred to as a bromance. I know it's harder to judge as KP fans who are used to seeing MA's intense chemistry in romantic roles previously but do you think the bromance interpretation is fair or an attempt to market to the general public?

Context: this ask was sent in Oct 2023, when BOC was shifting their PR strategies and claiming that "Man Suang is not a BL."

I understand where the confusion comes from considering that when Man Suang was first announced and even through production, there were articles that stated that it's a mystery/thriller movie with a queer romance aspect.

Their OST is very obviously about love and betrayal. The leading man of Cocktail Band wrote this song based on the entire screenplay, so he knows what the song is meant to convey here.

Apo also shared in many interviews that he played Khem as a queer person. All those early details (mis)led us into thinking that Man Suang would be about Chat and Khem's story.

But it's not.

I've seen the film twice. I enjoy it immensely. But if you were expecting an epic love story, you'd be disappointed.

That's why later reviews called it a "bromance" and why BOC came out with the whole "omg Man Suang is not a BL it is so more than that" schtick. Which was messy af because 1. that's undermining the BL genre (literally what they're known for) 2. the fanbase comes from KinnPorsche, like what else are they supposed to expect??

Before Shine was announced, I spent months being boggled how BOC got the backing from the Ministry of Culture (and now the Ministry of Commerce) but decided to heavily censor the film's queerness. Like, wasn't the whole point to utilize MileApo's global appeal to draw attention to Thai culture??

But now I understand why they decided to reduce the ChatKhem storyline. Their relationship deserves its own series 🤣.

And hey, Mile said the streaming version will be different from the theatrical release. I'm excited to see which deleted scenes will be included!

TL;DR: There were a lot of changes behind the scene. The film's promotion didn't clearly communicate that, leading fans to have very different expectations. But a sequel is already in the work. Everyone's happy. Yay!

STREAM MAN SUANG ON NETFLIX FEB 29TH.

[harmonytheme]

Just one of my think dumps 😭

Always breaks my heart when I look back at Carter attempting to take Lucas. The way carter manipulated him into believing that he had no one, and the fact that Lucas genuinely believed that at that point there was nothing left for him in hollyoaks anymore

1) his father was going to prison

2) he'd pushed Dillon too far to the point where he believed he was completely done. Part of me thinks that Lucas probably believed that him leaving would help Dillon be free of him and everything that he had going on. He 100% saw himself as a burden

3) Leah going off to university

4) having absolutely no friends after the Frankie situation

Just breaks my heart 💔 that's one of the reasons why the folly scene is so important, because we have this moment where Lucas sees he's not alone and that the boy that he's so desperately in love with never truly stopped caring despite it all. Dillon truly is that light at the end of the tunnel for Lucas

It is so painful to think back on!! Lucas has never really had close friends. It's always just been him and Leah, and while she's thrived at school and managed to make herself heaps of friends, he's never been as successful socially. It really felt like Dillon and very briefly, Frankie, were the only people who really wanted to be around him.

He was so isolated, and isolated people are the exact types that predators choose to prey upon. There's no doubt Carter sensed how alone Lucas was and used that to his advantage when he was grooming him.

I just love how happy he's been since he escaped Carter. Like yeah, maybe his best friend is his boyfriend right now and his circle doesn't go much further beyond that, but he's healing, and that's been so lovely to see.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Fic - Since Beardo Philip has at least one evil bone in his body, I think it would be fun to see him and a Reader pretend he's a villain capturing a prince or princess. He lifts the Reader over his shoulder and carries them into his hideout cave like it's his evil lair. Reader plays along by helplessly kicking their legs in the air though they secretly enjoy being carried.

The Prince / Princess of the Boiling Isles (Beardo Philip x Pretend! Prince / Princess Reader)

The Boiling Isles considered you to be their most beautiful prince / princess.

Why?

Because you were responsible, always helping others when you could.

You were compassionate, even towards those who displayed cruelty.

You demonstrated complete respect for the Titan and did everything in your power to protect the environment and the people you loved.

You enjoyed the world around you and found happiness in everything you did.

Rather than dismissing someone as a bad person, you opted to help them improve when they were facing difficulties.

You followed your heart and carried out what was right.

You searched for understanding and peace in disputes and conflicts and ensured that everyone was treated fairly in the end.

You showed bravery in confronting your problems.

Your dreams were made a reality by your hard work.

You never judged a book by it's cover.

No matter what happened, you never gave up.

You took love at a slow pace and embraced your unique talents.

But most importantly, you were true to who you were.

Your inner beauty illuminated like a light thanks to all those positive traits and aspects.

...

One day, after completing your "chores" in the totally real "castle" that you lived in, you decided to take a nice walk in the woods.

After being cramped "indoors" all day, you were craving some fresh air.

Putting on your favorite leisure outfit, you headed out the "castle" doors.

...

During your small stroll, you passed by a bush and paused when you heard rustling coming from it.

You let out a small giggle in your hand, assuming it was one of your animal pals playing a game.

However, you were wrong when a man jumped out, causing you to jump and squeal in surprise.

Your eyes were curiously fixed on him, your mouth slightly agape.

What was he doing in that shrub and who was he?

The man's hair, long and brown, was tied in a messy ponytail, and he had a mustache and beard.

He also wore a blue coat as well as a sinister smile on his face.

Looking you up and down, the man began to twirl his mustache like a stereotypical villain, which "scared" you as you tried not to laugh.

"So, you're that prince / princess that I've been hearing about," He hummed softly, wasting no time to lift you over his shoulder as you squeaked.

"You're coming with me!" He declared, quickly taking off with you as he laughed his diabolical laugh.

You were now his.

"Nooo!" You cried out dramatically, "helplessly" kicking your feet.

How could this monster kidnap you?

"What's the matter, prince / princess? Not keen on coming with me?" The man asked, letting out a devilish laugh.

"No, I'm not! Let me go! Let me go, you foul fiend!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that," he insisted.

"Now, be a good little captive or I'll feed you to a Stonesleeper. I heard they have a strong craving for princes / princesses, especially cute ones such as yourself."

"Nooo! Someone help me!" You cried out again, but no one came to your aid.

Poor you.😔

When the two of you arrived at the "evil lair" (it was really just his cave), he began doing the most diabolical thing one could ever do to someone... he started covering your cheeks with loving kisses.

His facial hair caused you to giggle as it tickled your skin.

Persuading Philip to join you on this may have been challenging, but you're pleased that you managed to do it.