#tay watches chuck

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Cast your mutuals as the OFMD S2 teaser!

Ok I have a lot of mutuals, sorry if I forgot anyone and sorry if you have unfollowed and I accidentally tagged you

@winterstaryu -Izzy standing in the doorway watching Stede punch a guy

@ourflagmeansgayrights - Buttons doing Tai Chi

@naranjapetrificada - Goth Frenchie

@jellybeanium124 - the scene where Ed throws a knife at Izzy's head and Izzy looks like he's about to keel over from gang green

@morganismoss - Even gother Fang

@swede-ishfish - the Swede and Spanish Jackie in bed together.

@notfromcold - Goth Jim

@jaskierx - Ed taking out a guys kneecaps

@epersonae - Stede doing a little twirl in his new red jacket

@not-nervous-jester - "I don't care what you say he's actually a good guy"

@thechastefreeballer - Stede doing a punch

@totallyboatless - Ed falling into the ocean

@ipomoea-batatas - the corpse Paint becoming a mandatory part of the blackbeard uniform.

@chocolatepot - Anne Bonny giving Stede a lap dance

@meanmisscharles - The Beautiful Ones by Prince

@chuplayswithfire - Ed walking majestically out of the serf

@awkward-fallen-angel - Stede being wildly uncomfortable with Anne Bonny giving him a lap dance

@xoxoemynn - Stede shooting a guy while he runs across the beach

@mxmollusca - Stede kissing the bottle before he chucks it into the ocean

@knowlesian - somebody calling Ed a madman being undercut entirely by him being shown playing with his dolls.

@blackbeardskneebrace - the wall full of tally marks

@thetardigrape - shirtless Izzy

@unhingedpirates - split screen with pining Stede and Ed shooting someone execution style

@faggling - Wee John in modern drag

@asneakyfox - Ed's gun vest

@un-monstre - the cut that makes it look like Ed is smashing in Stede's head but they're very clearly in two different lighting situations

@wearfinethingsalltoowell - Oluwande asking Stede if he's gonna get murdered.

@snake-snack-stede - the minor auditory discrepancies in Stede's voice over sending us all into histerics

@davidhole , @rubyrot and @shjiyemis - everyone in my real life becoming very concerned for my well-being as the prospect of season 2 of this show rapidly destroys my ability to function like a human being.

[mostbelovednjpwtournament]

Most Beloved AEW Tournament Round 1 Statistics Dump

Thank you all for participating in the wonderful first two weeks of my silly lil poll

Followers: 130

Total Votes: 13,148

Times I accidentally forgot to include a wrestler: 1 (sorry ZSJ)

Beloved By Gender

So the original count of men, women and nonbinary wrestlers was 205/64/2, demonstrated in a pie chart as:

(The fact that this is the chart is a separate problem that won't be addressed here)

But after voting, the ratio looks like this:

Which means, from an overall standpoint, women and nonbinary wrestlers are more beloved than men

Voting trends

As the tournament got more popular, more votes started coming in, which is how some winners got so few votes. Over the last two weeks, the vote counts look like:

(Day 6 was the Great Riho VS Kip Sabian Battle of 2023 and also featured Ricky Starks and Nick Jackson in the voting with just shy of 600 votes just between the four of them. Day 11 was the Roderick Strong VS Trent Beretta debate and also Danhausen, garnering well over 600 votes between the three of them)

Teams and How They Fared

BCC: Bryan Danielson (31), Claudio Castagnoli (70), Jon Moxley (133) & Wheeler Yuta (186) all passed first round

Best Friends: Kris Statlander (51), Chuck Taylor (176), Orange Cassidy (186) & Danhausen (201) all made it to round two. Trent Beretta (207) lost to Roderick Strong.

The Elite: Matt Jackson (25), Adam Page (51), Kota Ibushi (58) & Nick Jackson (119) made it to round 2. Kenny Omega (160) lost to Willow Nightingale.

BCG: Jay White (76), Colten Gunn (97) &Juice Robinson (105) made it to round two. Austin Gunn (42) lost to Stokely Hathaway.

The Acclaimed: Max Caster (59), Billy Gunn (104) & Anthony Bowens (117) all passed first round.

House Of Black: Buddy Matthews (68), Brody King (102), Julia Hart (128) & Malakai Black (136) all passed first round.

Dark Order: Stu Grayson (25), Alex Reynolds (31), Evil Uno (36), John Silver (74) & Mr Brodie Lee (101) all made it to round two. Alan Angels (18) lost to Anna Jay.

The Outcasts: Ruby Soho (107) & Toni Storm (149) made it to round two. Saraya (55) lost to Brent Tate.

FTR: Dax Harwood (28) lost to Dalton Castle and Cash Wheeler (12) lost to Samoa Joe.

Jurassic Express: Luchasaurus (33) & Jack Perry (85) made it to round two (thanks to the voters deciding Jack should move on). Marko Stunt (52) lost to Komander.

Jericho Appreciation Society: Angelo Parker (33), Tay Melo (44), Jake Hager (50), Matt Menard (84) & Anna Jay (111) all made it to round two. Chris Jericho (23) lost to Rocky Romero and Sammy Guevara (10) lost to Tay Melo.

Death Triangle: Penta (41) & Rey Fenix (119) made it to round two. Pac (56) lost to Jay White.

The 100%ers

Out of the whole tournament, only 3 wrestlers got a perfect score with not a single vote against them

Powerhouse Hobbs (35)

Sting (50)

Rey Fenix (119)

Thank you to all who participated thus far and watch out for the round 2 voting starting tomorrow!

[somasbrianrot]

Nepotism? Who’s She?

(Pt4/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) X Reader (Events will be altered or made up)

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar.  

Quick little authors note ; I am thinking of a way to incorporate more WWE wrestlers, sorry it’s been more AEW sided lately lol

You had let Jamie and Tay take over your wardrobe choices just for this group outing, they shuffled through your clothes before stumbling across some of your old stuff, they were a gift from Lita when you were a younger girl, she said you would look great in it, but not to tell your dad, you laughed at the memory, wherever you went you brought that outfit, you look up to Lita a lot as a child, and of course you looked up to Beth aswell, they were the two powerful women in your life who inspired you to become a wrestler, after your mother gave birth to you and dumped you on your father.

You step out of the dressing room, the pink dress hugging your curves just right (No matter what body size you are! you slay!) Tay and Jamie squeal at the reveal, and Tay pulls a sweater out of your suitcase and hands it to you, you smiled and slipped it on, your outfit complete.

(And any shoe’s of your choice!)

Jamie and Tay looked at each other and smiled “I think we’re ready to get going” you nod, the two women got ready earlier, makeup, outfits, bags etc, you just nodded as you guys exited the hotel room, everyone else was already at the bar was what you assumed as you guys went down the elevator.

You got to the entrance of the pretty empty club, save for some of the booths being completely filled with stacks of men, seemingly celebrated, the three of you walked by to find your boys and girls, wolf whistles sent your way, you rolled your eyes at the men who were hounding you, noticing Jade waving the three of you over you quickly walked over, seeing they had hired a lounge, which made it much bigger to accompany all the wrestlers, you jumped over and plopped onto the couch piece next to Jade, she giggled “Hey, there’s probably a lot of unfamiliar faces but we thought we’d bring some friends along so you had more people to depend on” you smile at her wider “Thanks” she nods and you look across the room, on one of the couches, you could see the best friends, Orange Cassidy was held upside down by Chuck Taylor and Trent Bettera, Kris seemed to be funneling some kind of beer into Cassidy’s mouth.

You watched from across the room as he took it down effortlessly, Orange Cassidy is just cool like that, he somehow still had his glasses on though he was being held upside down, you got up from next to Jade and walked over, standing next to Kris and watching the whole thing go down, once they were down the bottle they placed Orange Cassidy back upright and Kris looked over to you, smiling widely “Hey new girl! enjoy the show?” 

“I got to say, him taking that down was pretty impressive, he’s still got his glasses on too” she nods along “Yeah that’s kind of Cass’s thing” you nod and laugh as you see it’s Trent’s turn to go upside down, Kris places the funnel in his mouth and hands the next bottle to you “Wanna go?” you nod with a cheeky smile, leaning over to stare down at Trent “Ready to go big boy?” a simple thumbs up was all that you needed and you started to pour the drink down the funnel, halfway through he ended up forgetting how to breathe from his nose and splattered the drink out of the funnel, you screamed as it splashed all over your face, you let go of the bottle and you’re handed a piece of fabric, what you could assume to be a shirt as you wiped your face, you wipe the drink that had fallen down your neck and chest, you looked up to thank whoever handed you the shirt but the sight before you made you stop in your tracks with an embarrassed look on your face, Cass had peeled his shirt off for you to wipe your face, so now he had no shirt but he had his signature denim jacket over himself.

“I- uh- sorry- thank you?” you stumbled over your words, and he offered a nod to you as you handed him your shirt, you groaned and buried your face in your hands as Cass turned back to talk to his friends, Kris chortled behind you, and you glared at her “No no! I'm not making fun of you, that was cute” she confesses, and you blush even more in embarrassment, you elbow her and she laughs louder, you sigh “I’m going to go get a drink from the bar” you tell her and she nods, you jumped over the couch where Jade was still seated and made your way to the bar, a group of men were sitting on the stools there, you had initially ignored them as you ordered your (Insert anything here), you took a seat on the nearest stool, which was right next to the biggest looking of the men, he threw a side glance your way and you looked back.

Your face lightens up seeing him “Damian!” despite the WWE storyline you had been great friends with Damian, you had feelings for him but pushed them down, he was substantially older then you,(Y/N is between their her 20s-30 so you can make that decision lol) he smiles at you “Hey! Bonita! how’ve you been? y’know since the whole Vince thing?” you shrugged “I mean, I’m in the All Elite family now” his eye brows raised at this new inquiry “Really?” “yeah my party is over there, they rented out the private couch” he nodded and the rest of his group by now stared over at you, the rest of the judgement day accompanied by a friendly face, you’d known him as Matt Riddle, he waved at you and you waved back “Hey you guys should come join me!” I propose and they all share a look “I mean if it’s okay with everyone else” “One second” you popped off the stool and walked over to your AEW party.

“You guys mind if I invite some WWE friends over?” seeing mostly everyone say they don’t mind you walked back over to your other friends, nodding at them “You guys are more then welcome” just now did the bartender slip your drink over, you placed a $10 bill on the counter as you and your friends made your way to the party “Hey everyone! this is the Judgement Day!” everyone looked your way and seemed to acknowledge them, you lead them over to a couch and they sat down, you between Damian and Rhea, you guys chatted before a familiar face with tufts of bleached blonde hair made his way over, you smiled and popped up, pulling Darby into a hug, his arm instinctly reached over to hold your waist, Damian looked between the two of you and seemed irritated but didn’t voice anything “This is Darby!” you said sweetly, Darby nodded in acknowledgement “Sup?”

Damian stood up and shook the man’s hand, holding on a little longer then what seemed necessary, Darby pulled his hand back and averted his attention to he girl “I’m going to go outside for some fresh air, care to join me?” she smiled and nodded, but Damian clearing his throat interrupted the two “Mind if I join?” his smile seemed sincere enough so before Darby could shut down the idea you nodded and off you three went, you smiled as you leaned into Darby’s side, missing the looks of jealousy and smugness that was shot between the two men, they stepped out of the bar and into the pristine crisp night air, you breathed it in and latched off of Darby’s arm, walking ahead of the two men, taking in the view of the moon and the stars in the night sky.

Darby and Damian seemed to be locked into a staring contest when you twisted back around to see if they were still with you “Come on you two” she said but they seemed to not hear her as they continue staring, you decided to get up to some mischief and whistled loudly, getting their attention and then turning around, running off as fast as you could as all you could do was giggle (Damn, I’m sorry for the girlies who chose heels lol) you ran around the corner of your street and down an alley, hiding yourself between a bin, you watched as the two came around the corner and tried to stifle your giggles, Darby snapped his head down the alley and begin walking down, you took this as a queue to get up and start running again, giggling all the way you turned down the other end of the alley, you ran until you hit something solid, or more so, someone.

“Gotcha bonita” he whispered in your ear giving you goosebumps as you giggled in his arms “Oh no!” you laughed even harder when Darby turned down the alley with an unimpressed look, you smiled as you dropped down from Damian’s arms “That was a workout, but it worked, you guys stopped acting weird” you hum as you take back off in the direction of the club.

you weren’t aware the boys were far behind you at this point, but you kept skipping, Damian and Darby seemed to not like each other much “I think its cute that a little man like you thinks you deserve someone like her” Damian inquires the much shorter man, Darby snarls at him “and you think you do? yeah, you call me when you wake up with her under your arm, because I know I already did” Darby walks ahead of Damian as he stands there, trying to process what Darby had just said.

Your father always said he didn’t want you to be like him, he’d run around with all different girls and eventually you came from that, he wouldn’t tell you, that you were a mistake but you knew deep down you were, that didn’t stop you from loving your dad as much as you could, why am I bringing this up? Well, you found yourself in bed this morning, it was surprisingly warm this morning, you looked over to see the tufts of bleached blonde hair you adored, you giggled and pecked his forehead - at least it wasn’t a different guy - you thought to yourself, Darby stirred in his sleep, you carefully slipped out of the bed, picking up your under garments and slipping them back on, slipping on Darby’s shirt lying on the ground, you hummed and walked into the small kitchenette of the hotel room, seeing a ripped condom packet, you guys must have been going everywhere last night, you groaned in disgust and flicked the packet into the small bin, you sighed and a knock at your hotel door pulled you out of your thoughts as you stepped over and opened it....

ooh eheheeh cliffhanger, im evil aren’t I?

[novelconcepts]

vannat besties and 98.

98 - Recovery/Hospital

Natalie wakes slowly, a groggy muddle of heavy limbs and cotton-ball brain. Something is beeping. Her bedroom does not tend to beep.

Her arm doesn't usually have a needle embedded under the skin, either. Huh.

Bleary-eyed, she turns her head against a pillow not nearly beaten-in enough to be her own. There's a railing on the bed. The walls are sterile, the color of eggshells. It smells awful in here. So clean, her head aches with the punchy vinegar tang.

Or, maybe, her head aches for other reasons. The reason she's here, in a hospital bed. Where was she last? A bar. Her car, revved to 80 on back roads. A whisky bottle clamped between her thighs, the leather of her pants squeaking when she reached down and hoisted it free.

"You're lucky they didn't arrest you, you know."

She snaps her head off the pillow and immediately groans. Definitely a head injury. And a hangover. She's had plenty of both over the years to recognize the severity of that knock upon her proverbial door.

A chair has been pulled alongside her bed. In it sprawls Van Palmer, legs draped over one spindly metal arm, a paperback open in her lap. She looks tired. Unimpressed. Judging by the state of her hair and the suitcases she's hauling around beneath her eyes, she hasn't recently slept.

"What're you doing here?" Natalie rasps. Her throat is all needles, no matter how hard she swallows. She needs water, but the idea of drinking anything sends her stomach reeling.

Van doesn't look up from her book. "Behold. Your emergency contact."

"Since when?" Natalie didn't set that up. She'd have remembered. Probably.

"Since Tai redeveloped her sense of humor, I guess."

Natalie frowns. Tai. The one who paid for her last stint in rehab. The one who chucked Natalie on the shoulder, said, "You got this", and spoke no more of it. Her skin prickles at the memory, at the need of it. She hated Taissa paying. She hated Taissa walking away before she was even settled inside. She hated Taissa, though not half as much as she hated herself.

"I total the car?" It's not the real question. The real question is a splinter in her heart. I kill anyone? I hurt anyone? Why am I still doing this shit, Van?

Van's head bobs noncommittally. "Nothing a decent shop can't fix. You busted your head good, and you've got a stress fracture in...I don't remember. One of the ribs. Like I said, you're 98% luck."

Natalie scoffs, which hurts her throat and her head in equal measure. Doesn't do wonders for her heart, either. "Yeah. I feel real lucky."

"You should." Van looks at her, finally, and there's a heat in her eyes Natalie has seen in years. It sings of a cabin, a deck of cards, a queen of hearts. "I've seen this movie, Nat. We both have. You really want to watch it all the way to the credits this time?"

Natalie sinks into the firm mattress. She's twenty-four, far too old to be feeling cowed by an old friend aiming bullet-precision disappointment. The fact that it's Van is what counts. The fact that it's Van, who isn't smiling, isn't swinging her legs free to lean over Natalie's bed and squeeze her hand.

This is what Tai was playing at, she understands. Setting Van as the one they'd call. Tai always did know how to see the whole field.

"I'm sorry," she whispers. Van's sneakers flutter-kick in the air, her shoulders pulling back so she can inspect the ceiling.

"Yeah, Nat. That's always the first step."

She's furious, it's clear. Furious that Natalie would do this to herself. Furious that Natalie, of all people, who knows better, would play this game with fate.

But furious isn't enough to propel her out of her seat, this room, Natalie's misery. She ducks her head back to her book, and, without another word about Natalie's choices, begins reading aloud. She's right in the middle, some book about gods and road trips and wars. She does different voices for characters Natalie hasn't met before, and somehow, Natalie feels like she's known them her whole life.

Natalie listens until she falls asleep, and for a little while, the shame recedes.

[mappingthemoon]

Movies/TV Watched 2023

The Postman Always Rings Twice / Bob Rafelson (1981)

Secretary* / Steven Shainberg (2002)

Spirited Away* / Hayao Miyazaki (2001)

Watcher / Chloe Okuno (2022)

The Talented Mr. Ripley / Anthony Minghella (1999)

Pride & Prejudice / Joe Wright (2005)

Moonage Daydream / Brett Morgan (2022)

Volver / Pedro Almodóvar (2006)

Belfast / Kenneth Branagh (2021)

The Last Picture Show / Peter Bogdanovich (1971)

I, Tonya / Craig Gillespie (2017)

The Postman Always Rings Twice / Tay Garnett (1946)

Rocketman / Dexter Fletcher (2019)

The Unholy / Evan Spiliotopoulos (2021)

Mara / Clive Tonge (2018)

Frogs / George McCowan (1972)

Prometheus / Ridley Scott (2012)

Men / Alex Garland (2022)

All the Right Moves / Michael Chapman (1983)

Poseidon / Wolfgang Petersen (2006)

Saint Maud / Rose Glass (2019)

Monstrous / Chris Sivertson (2022)

Wander Darkly / Tara Miele (2020)

Howl’s Moving Castle / Hayao Miyazaki (2004)

Iris / Albert Maysles (2014)

Lamb / Valdimar Jóhannsson (2021)

In Fabric / Peter Strickland (2018)

The Elephant 6 Recording Co. / C.B. Stockfleth (2022)

The Visitor / Justin P. Lange (2022)

Smile / Parker Finn (2022)

Yellowjackets [szn 1-2] (2021-2022)

It Comes at Night / Trey Edward Shults (2017)

Everything Everywhere All at Once / Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert (2022)

Black Bear / Lawrence Michael Levine (2020)

mother! / Darren Aronofsky (2017)

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story / Eric Appel (2022)

X / Ti West (2022)

I Heart Huckabees* / David O. Russell (2004)

The Right Stuff / Philip Kaufman (1983)

Goliath Awaits / Kevin Connor (1981)

Poltergeist* / Tobe Hooper (1982)

Doctor Who [TV Movie]* / Geoffrey Sax (1996)

Earthstorm / Terry Cunningham (2006)

Lake Eerie / Chris Majors (2016)

Fantastic Planet* / René Laloux (1973)

Synecdoche, New York* / Charlie Kaufman (2008)

Flight of the Navigator* / Randal Kleiser (1986)

NOPE / Jordan Peele (2022)

Women Talking / Sarah Polley (2022)

Striking Distance / Rowdy Herrington (1993)

Vivarium / Lorcan Finnegan (2019)

Saw* / James Wan (2004)

A Peculiar Noise / Jorge Torres-Torres (2016)

In the Earth / Ben Wheatley (2021)

Cats 2 / Jake Jones (2023)

Bringing Out the Dead* / Martin Scorsese (1999)

The Last Blockbuster / Taylor Morden (2020)

The Dance of Reality / Alejandro Jodorowsky (2013)

In the Mouth of Madness / John Carpenter (1994)

The Chamber / Ben Parker (2016)

Tenet / Christopher Nolan (2020)

Synchronic / Justin Benson, Aaron Moorhead (2019)

Paprika / Satoshi Kon (2006)

The Menu / Mark Mylod (2022)

Sunshine / Danny Boyle (2007)

Devil’s Island / Sean King, Taylor King (2021)

Benedetta / Paul Verhoeven (2021)

Scotland, PA* / Billy Morrissette (2001)

The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover / Peter Greenaway (1989)

The Color of Pomegranates* / Sergei Parajanov (1969)

Face/Off* / John Woo (1997)

E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial / Steven Spielberg (1982)

The Gilded Age (PBS American Experience) / Sarah Colt (2018)

Aniara / Pella Kågerman, Hugo Lilja (2018)

How the Grinch Stole Christmas* / Chuck Jones, Ben Washam (1966)

The Quake / John Andreas Andersen (2018)

The Guilty / Gustav Möller (2018)

The Muppet Christmas Carol* [VHS] / Brian Henson (1992)

M3GAN / Gerard Johnstone (2022)

Caught / Jamie Patterson (2017)

Shot / Jeremy Kagan (2017)

A Charlie Brown Christmas* / Bill Melendez (1965)

Body at Brighton Rock / Roxanne Benjamin (2019)

Trancers / Charles Band (1984)

Higher Power / Matthew Charles Santoro (2018)

*Asterisk = rewatch

Favorites first watched in 2023: Men, In Fabric, Yellowjackets, Everything Everywhere All at Once, mother!, NOPE, The Dance of Reality. (ETA: Vivarium and Aniara, which I wouldn't necessarily call "favorites" but they've stuck with me.)

Favorite rewatches: Secretary, I Heart Huckabees, Poltergeist, Bringing Out the Dead

[pennykinz]

11, 17, 28

11: Do you have any strange phobias?

Actually, yes, I do! I’ve always been nervous around people in hyper-realistic mascot costumes, more specifically Elmo and Chuck E. Cheese.

Even as a kid, I was so horribly terrified by them. I don’t know what it was, but I think it was because they were big and incredibly furry? (I was also a pretty small toddler.)

17: What was the last lie you told?

That I remembered most of the plot to Kung Fu Panda other than the memes (spoiler alert, my forgetful brain didn’t). Literally just finished watching it, like, an hour ago with my dad.

This man was ANTICIPATING the moment Po said Skadoosh; he was so excited for that moment in particular, and I completely get it. I, on the other hand, was waiting for Tai Lung to say the fabled “finally, a worthy opponent!” line.

28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

I don’t exactly have a big “what if”, but I do always use the “okay, but what if I can?” excuse whenever I’m either losing an argument or trying to convince someone to let me do dumb shit.

It’s usually dumb shit.

[sheinthatfandom]

Fuck Trent accidentally closed the door on chucks hand this is how tay ducked up ruby

Man I hate that Trent won but I’m glad that kris and orange came out still wish Yuta had just been standing somewhere watching

Ohhhh is Trent going with Don Callis? You know what they deserve each other

Now free my baby Kyle

[haytertime]

you’re going for blood (that’s so adorable) | kris/anna jay | 831 words | rated t | read on ao3

Kris isn’t sure what Anna’s problem is, but she is sure that whatever it is has been steadily intensifying over the past several weeks.

Before, it was just a snide comment made by her whenever they passed each other; Kris stopped listening to what was actually said after the third time, but whatever it was was always enough to make Tay cackle at Anna’s side as the two walked to class, blonde hair bouncing and smelling of some floral perfume that made Kris’s nose itch.

When Anna realized that the comments had no effect on Kris is when she started escalating. Suddenly there were notes and drawings left at her desk in their shared class (the latter, Kris noted, getting better and better over time and Anna even started to include Kris’s tattoo additions as she got them and Anna really could pursue art if she wanted to even if she used it to make fun of Kris’s larger frame and her brightly dyed hair-) and vandalized photos of her snuck into her backpack and weird, spray-painted eyeballs with tentacles left on her car. And each time Kris found one of Anna’s calling cards, Anna would somehow pop up not much later, feigning casualness and indifference that quickly turned to indignation as Kris continued to ignore her and continue on.

It all comes to a head when Anna corners her after class today, the older building they have their class in cleared out and Tay apparently sent ahead to give them privacy. Kris is tucking Anna’s latest drawing of her (featuring Kris dressed up as some sort of alien which she assumes is Anna’s way of implying she’s an “out-of-this-world” girl and is simply amazing, what other meaning could possibly be inferred from the picture, and Anna really put a lot of detail into alien Kris’s makeup and outfit and-) away in her bag to later add to her shoebox collection of others at home when she feels someone grab her arm and throw her into an empty classroom.

It takes Kris a second to register that it’s Anna that did that because her mind can’t comprehend how the smaller woman was able to manhandle her so easily. When she does get her mind back to the present, she sees Anna standing across from her, arms crossed and face clearly waiting for Kris to answer the question she hadn’t heard.

“Um, what?”

Anna scoffs and somehow crosses her arms even tighter.

“Fucking typical, what is it gonna take to get to you? Because apparently, a face-to-face conversation isn’t even it!”

Kris doesn’t bother to close her mouth she can feel hanging open. She looks around the classroom like maybe Tay or those guys Matt and Angelo she hangs out with are watching in secret and possibly recording for some weird prank Anna’s concocted.

When Anna doesn’t continue to speak, instead just stares at Kris expectantly with her eyebrows raised, Kris decides she needs to use here-and-now to try and finally get Anna off of her back. As much as Kris will miss the “gifts” she’s gotten so used to receiving, they are more of a nuisance than anything else and she still hasn’t been able to remove the purple spray paint entirely from her car.

“Look Anna, whatever this shit is,” Kris waves one of her hands around in front of her to signify it, “I really, really don’t know what you want from me. I truly, deeply, don’t know. I don’t even feel like you’re getting anything out of all of this, and honestly I’ve come to like some of the drawings you leave me, so I-”

Kris talks and watches Anna stare back at her, watches Anna move closer to her and raise her hands to Kris’s shoulders, but it still catches her off guard when she feels Anna’s lips on hers, cutting her off mid-sentence. In the split-second it takes for her to kiss Anna back, Kris recalls the time when Chuck told her of a girl he had a crush on in middle school and, instead of confessing to her, he left her a letter stating “get out of my school”.

Ah.

When Kris breaks her lips away from Anna’s to get air, she has her pushed against the wall, or Anna’s pushing herself back against it in her effort to pull Kris closer, she isn’t sure. Kris blinks and stares at the smear of lipstick going across Anna’s lower cheek.

“God you’re so fucking slow, was almost starting to think you really did have nothing going on in that big head of yours-” Anna starts, and this time it’s Kris that cuts her off.

The drawings still continue after that, but now Anna will include herself in some of them, and if Kris asks then she’ll sign them with a lipstick print before laying one on Kris as well. She keeps her favorite one - the two of them as alien lovers - framed on her bedside table.

[candont]

Not what you asked @olloollo but here's the martial arts and adjacent films that live rent free in my head

I'll watch anything by Sammo Hung. Always entertaining but mostly because I love Wheels on Meals. Not the least because, as I've written before, it has a scene on (ON!!!!!!) Sagrada Familia.

Similarly anything by or with Stephen Chow.

I keep meaning to watch more films by Xu Haofeng. And I really wish someone might translate some of his books into english. I was so obsessed with The Final Master (sometimes just The Master) I wound up via tenuous IG connections tracking down the owner of a record label in China to get a copy of the soundtrack. So that's a must but maybe even more so is Judge Archer which is the last movie I actually bought a physical copy of. It conspicoulsy references and plays with Spaghetti Western man with no name tropes. Also the "close-up" duels/challenges between masters are unlike anything I've seen elsewhere.

As for unlike anything, let's spare a moment for Six-String Samurai one part samurai flick of course, one part Road Warrior, one part Wizard of Oz, one part The Stand and it's a comedy. Its star and co-writer Jeffrey Falcon is a bit of a mystery and occasional internet rabbit hole of mine: apparently chucking the movie business and maybe possibly now married in China, or a maybe a monk in a buddhist monastery or maybe working security at LAX. He's also supposed to have some good fight scenes against fellow anglo in Hong Kong actioners Cynthia Rothrock which I do keep meaning to check out.

Another mystery is Man of Tai Chi which may not break any new ground but has some decent fight scenes. But did you know Keanu Reaves directed this movie?!?! Did you know he casts himself as and plays the oddly affectless anglo baddie typical in a Chinese martial arts flick? Not sure why I don't see this mentioned more.

More traditionally Five Deadly Venoms. Of course, right! But also from around the same time Black Lizard which brings a more ghostly vibe to the action. Which is a perfect jumping off point to a double feature of Legend of The Mountain and A Chinese Ghost Story two radically different takes on similar material straight out of Strange Tales From A Chinese Studio.

And how about a wuxia flick with almost no fighting? Aren't there all sort of tales of masters staring at each other wordlessly as they stage their fight in their heads and then they just walk away? Or maybe something closer to if you haven't bested your opponent in three moves you have essentially lost? Regardless Hsiao-Hsien Hou's The Assassin based on a 17th century story/legend is a revelation I long to see on the big screen.

Honorable mentions to War of The Arrows: the drama portions are a bit slow but the chase that takes up the last hour maybe hour and a half of the movie is for me some of the best action as story outside of Fury Road. And Sword of Doom: holy shit is that a movie that messes with your expectations in the best possible way. I saw it leave a whole sold out theater slack jawed and thrilled to be so and have not stopped thinking about it since.

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles - 2022

Day 22 - Feign

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FCG & Anni (Krook House QueerPlatonic Polycule - Modern Human AU)

Today comes with a warning. Sexual Assault is mentioned in this piece. So if it's a trigger then I suggest you skip today's piece!

“Welcome home, Anni! How was your day?”

Fresh Cut Grass watched as the half asian woman scowled, chucking her bag to the floor with an audibly loud thunk. Ah, bad then. Bad enough that she wasn't even cursing up a storm, it seemed.

Instead Anni stood there, her whole frame shaking.

To not even feign that she was okay…

“Oh… Very bad then.” they whispered, before wheeling up to her side and tentatively reaching out. Some days she couldn't stand to be touched, so it was always best to silently ask permission.

No flinching or stepping away, a good sign.

A second later Anni was leaning into his touch, before slipping her hand into their own.

“... Would you like to talk about it? Have comfort? Or maybe a distraction instead?”

Anni shrugged and absentmindedly kicked the door shut behind her.

“Ash and Milo are out right now. Tai Chi night and all. I think they said they'll be back pretty late, they're seeing that mecha movie after! So um, we have the place to ourselves! We can pull out the amps and make a real racket!”

“... Don't have the energy.”

“Oh well, um… The Pit then? I’ll even give you a ride over there!”

Anni stared down at Fresh Cut Grass, her expression unreadable for a good five seconds. A sigh slipped past her lips, which quirked into the slightest of smiles.

“Yeah, The Pit,” she uttered, her voice a little raspy. Had Anni been crying earlier? It took everything they had to not start prying there and then. That never went well with Anni. “I can walk through. I got legs. Workin’ legs. Workin’ legs that don't hurt like a mother fucker when I walk.”

Ah, there she was! That was the Anni Fresh Cut Grass knew and loved.

Not that quiet Anni was bad, it was just concerning. Quiet Anni usually meant something was badly wrong.

“Okay, but the offer’s still there if you want it later!”

Anni chuckled weakly, letting go of their hand to allow them the freedom to wheel themself over to The Pit. Once they were both there and safely within it’s cozy confines, she drew Fresh Cut Grass in, burying her face in their coily locks.

“... Had a full day of bullshit. Couldn't scream at asshole customers, then at the end had my stupid fuckin’ boss scream at me for not ‘smiling enough’. Like me feigning that I don't wanna kill all those fuckers ain't enough for that bastard! Threatened to sack me if I don't act more like the ‘sweet, pretty ladies’ he likes out front…"

They nodded along sympathetically, lips pursed tight as they did. Both in an attempt to give Anni the space she needed to rant, and to keep their own opinions to himself for now.

“...Then the fucker got handsy. So I slapped him, because NO ONE gets to touch me like that! The bastard then had the audacity to threaten to call the cops on me if I didn't quit on the spot! … So now I'm jobless, pissed off and… and…”

Fresh Cut Grass could feel Anni shudder in their arms, as they felt the incredibly rare flames of white hot fury burn from deep within. That man would certainly need to face justice. Or at least find himself a few teeth down and a rib or three broken in a dark alleyway one night, if Ashton were to have their way.

Honestly right now violence didn't seem all that awful of a solution.

But maybe, to be safe, they should bring this up with Gramps Eshteross first. If Anni was okay with that. A thought for later though.

“Anni I… I'm so sorry. You didn't deserve any of that. I sure hope you gave him a smack at least.”

“Fuck yeah I did. You know I gave it my all! He’s gonna be bruised for at least a week.”

“Good! … But um… still. That- We don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want to. I won't force you to talk about anything you don't want to. But this- I mean, you're safe with me, Anni. I know I'm not super strong like Ashton, or quick witted and fast thinking like Milo, but I'd do anything to keep you safe, Ni! You're real important to me… I love you. A lot.”

“... Fuck G-Grass,” Anni’s voice wavered dangerously, the imminent threat of tears coming to all so fast as suddenly, and with little warning, she was sobbing into Freah Cut Grass’ unnaturally silver locks. There he held her, steady and close, whispering gentle words of affirmation. Most went right over her head, instead their sweet tone being all she heard.

And honestly? That was all she needed right now.

Just kindness, honest and pure, and the safety of being in the trusted arms of one she loved so deeply.

To be free to cry, to feel, without having to feign a thing.

[whenyouaredonespn]

A bit of Self Indulgence from the Artist:

     So I wasn’t happy with the end of Supernatural. For what little my opinion on things like that matters; I hold no illusions. Though I did watch from pilot to finale for 15 years as it aired, It's my favorite show- full stop. I’m also one of the fans that other fans tend to hate. Though It had some truly amazing and great moments in later seasons, I feel it peaked in Season 5 and never truly rose to that height again. (holds up a shield to block incoming fruit.) Though there were several times it got very close. (The Demon trials, and Amara for example. Dean’s monologue in the church is maybe my favorite moment in all of TV. Possibly all of Fiction.  There I go contradicting myself.

     At around the same time the show was ending, I was trying to figure out something to work on, something to draw- I needed a project. But I was also so far out of the game that I had no contacts to hit up for a story or script. I was also about three years into a five year artist block which was the result of intense burnout. So I decided to make a fan comic based on Supernatural. It's something that I always wanted to see. Like the post-TV Buffy comics I felt and still feel that SPN would make a great comic. It could get bigger and more over the top. Without constraints of things like budget, actor schedules, make up or special effects or the need to fill up over 20 hours of run time with around ten hours of content. This is stated with full knowledge that there are indeed SPN comics- I have read a lot of them. Some are good, some are… not- (I won’t presume this to be one or the other) BTW to this day Dustin Nguyen’s covers are my favorite pieces of Supernatural art ever made. 

     This fan comic is NOT a “how it should have ended” It's just a scene that always sort of played out in my head. I always wanted them to go out like Thelma and Louise, or Butch and Sundance; no way out but through, launching the car into oblivion, sacrificing themselves while saving the world. I’m a sucker for that trope. (Buffy Season 5- also where it peaked) I also always wanted to see a BIG Monster- we got hints at times. SPN skirted up next to the Elder Gods once or twice- there were tentacles and big looming shadows in the distance. 

If you imagine a story-line where the threat is a bunch of monsters (Capital M- mutated, lizard tail raptor clawed demon creatures instead of just black eyed people- though they are there as well) wreaking havoc on the world and eventually culminating in a Cthulu like hellbeast rising from the depths. What follows is the usual arc of them trying to figure out how to take it out. The usual wins and losses, starts and stops until they figure out what weapon will do the job, then it's acquiring the weapon. Finally stabby stabby. If that is the season- this is the last fifteen minutes of the finale episode. 

     In this alternate timeline or multiversal offramp, Chuck and Amaara effed off to some celestial beach somewhere, drinking mai tais and promptly not Giving a crap about Earth (Or doing the absolute very least required) Jack came and did his thing, and now Team Freewill is Sam Dean Cas and Jack. That's really all you need to know. 

     Finally, if you'll allow me to get personal… It took this thing about two years to make. No- not because it took me that long to draw 20 pages, but because I shelved it. The truth is multifaceted and long-winded. Suffice to say that burn-out is real, artist block is real. This is the first thing that I have completed in over five years. That in itself is the reason I made it, I needed the win, and this thing was about 60 percent done two months ago. Before I started yet ANOTHER new project, I was determined to FINISH SOMETHING; anything. The road of my artistic Journey is flanked by too many corpses of unfinished and shelved projects. Things that were taken too far to be just left unfinished. Like putting a book down with a single chapter left and never picking it up again. It's a source of shame and this is the win I need. 

     I Hope you like it. Or at least think it's nice to look at. 

Hobbs

PS. A final note on the art. I wasn’t going for likenesses, I was trying to portray them as comic characters first- iconography. If Dean looks like Jensen at times and so on, that's great, but I wasn’t aiming for that per se. Castiel’s true form is based on multiple fanart conceptions. Basically he’s just a “draw this in your style”.

[lightwelost]

HI I JUST FINISHED REWATCHING CHUCK SEASON 2 AND LIKE

SARAH IS SO WILLING TO GIVE EVERYTHING UP FOR CHUCK AND IM EMOTIONAL AND SO SAD THAT HE DOESNT RUN AWAY W HER

[writemekpop]

Role Play | Lee Jeno

5K Follower Series Ep. 15

Summary: You and Jeno can’t afford a real holiday, so he comes up with a special plan to make it up to you…  

Genre: Established relationship AU, domestic fluff 

Word Count: 0.9k 

Warnings: Sexy times 

Prompt : “Shut up and take your pants off.”

At times like this, you hated your life. 

You were staring at a faded picture of a tropical island. It was pinned to the wall in your tiny apartment. 

Jeno came out of the bathroom, humming whilst drying his dripping hair with a towel. 

His wet muscles glistened gorgeously in the low light, but even the sight of your naked boyfriend wasn’t enough to lift your spirits. 

When Jeno saw your expression, he frowned. 

"What's up, baby?" He said, sitting on the mattress beside you.

“I just want to lie on a sunny beach with a Mai Tai in my hand and you by my side. Is that too much to ask?”

Jeno stroked your thigh. “That sounds nice, but-“

“We barely make enough for rent, I know,” you snapped, cutting him off. “I’m just sick of working without… anything to look forward to. I can’t remember the last time we had a holiday.” A tear rolled down your cheek. 

Jeno didn’t say anything; he wasn’t a man of many words. Instead, he wrapped you up in his warm, strong arms. You rested your head on his shoulder and let yourself cry. 

You didn’t mind that your T shirt was getting damp from Jeno’s wet body. You were just grateful to have him in your life. 

—

A few days later, Jeno started acting funny. He sent to the other side of town to ‘pick up his dry cleaning’. You didn’t even know he had dry cleaning. 

When you returned, he was standing outside your front door, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Jen, why are you wearing that ridiculous Hawaiian shirt?” 

Jeno was bouncing with excitement. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course. Are you gonna let me inside now?” 

Jeno dangled a scarf from his fingers. “Only if you wear this as a blindfold. It’s a surprise.” 

Your nerves danced as Jeno gently tied the scarf around your eyes. “Follow me.” 

You let Jeno guide you inside the apartment, till it was time to take the blindfold off. 

“Surprise!” 

When you saw the inside of your apartment, you gasped. 

Two giant inflatable palm trees stood majestically on either side of the mattress, which was covered in a giant beach towel. Fake flower garlands were draped across every surface. 

This wasn’t a tiny apartment anymore. It was a tropical paradise. 

Jeno watched with heart shaped eyes as you took in the decorations. 

“Oh my god! Where do you get all this stuff?” 

“Haechan had a pool party last summer, remember. He owed me a favour…” 

You squealed. “Jeno! This is the best beach I’ve ever been to!” 

Jeno smiled, pulling you close to him. 

“It gets even better. Taeil’s bringing home made Hawaiian pizzas for us in an hour. That leaves us just enough time for…” he kissed your neck, then your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. 

Just when you thought he was about to kiss you, he jumped up and said, “Beach volleyball!” He pulled an actual ball and chucked it at you.

You laughed loudly. “Not fair!” 

Jeno feigned innocence. “What? Is there another game you had in mind?” He waggled his brows. 

“Shut up and take your pants off.” You yanked him towards the mattress, pulling him so hard that he fell on the beach towel with a thud. 

You giggled and jumped onto the mattress beside him. 

“Your wish is my command,” he said, stripping. 

When you were finally both naked, you wrapped your arms around Jeno’s strong shoulders and pressed your lips into his neck. 

“Thank you for this,” you murmured against his skin.

Jeno just hummed appreciatively, his large hand roaming your back. His hand slid lower and lower, until he gripped your butt and gave it a playful squeeze, making you moan in surprise. 

Jeno rolled you over, so that you were nestled underneath him. You could feel his entire body pressing against yours, sending tingles to your core. 

You gazed up at Jeno’s adoring eyes. Your heart could burst with love. 

“How do you want me, Y/n?” Jeno murmured against your skin. 

You massaged his broad shoulders, smirking. “I have a few ideas…” 

—

You and Jeno lay side by side, still completely naked, munching delicious pizza and basking in a post-sex glow. 

“We should do naked pizza night more often,” Jeno said, mouth still full of food. “I mean… Pizza… boobs… I am in heaven!” 

You shoved his shoulder playfully. 

“Seriously though, thank you for tonight, Nono.”

Jeno smiled. “I know it’s not exactly the Bahamas, but…”

“It’s perfect. Just what I needed.”

Jeno smiled, eyes crinkling into smiles. “We’ll save up, do extra shifts, whatever it takes. And when we’re finally on a real beach… that’s when I’ll propose.”

Your brows shot up. “Oh, really?”

“Uh huh,” Jeno said, nodding eagerly. 

You pushed Jeno till he was lying flat on his back, and then you climbed on top of him and straddled his waist. You felt glad that you were both still naked - easy access. 

“Let me show you just how much I like the sound of that…”

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[itsclydebitches]

I honestly disappointed with yang character in Rwby IQ. I love the sisters moment but outside that she just there. I can't really name any other trait she has in this show. I wish they add one of her scenes from the original at the least. Sorry if I didn't explain well.

Now that you two have pointed it out, yeah, I agree about Yang. Tbf I think the entire cast is made up of fairly generic, anime-ish personalities (at least at the start). Making Yang into the big sis, on its own, isn't any worse than Ruby being the optimistic hero, Weiss the tsundere, Blake the mysterious loner, etc. They're all pretty one-note in the first few Volumes, coasting by on tiny hints and the fandom's desire to talk those up. But canonically? They're all generic. That's partly why Volume 3 had such an impact, given that RWBY suddenly took these characters with their simple action/adventure problems and straightforward personalities and chucked them into a horrific, morally complex war. No one ever expected the bubbly Yang to lose an arm; for the talented Pyrrha to perish, etc. Volume 3 works in large part because everything, including the characters, were so simple at the start and capable of providing that contrast. So if Ice Queendom was its own thing I don't think anyone would bat an eye at Yang's characterization, especially just three episodes in... but obviously it isn't its own thing, so yeah, that criticism stands.

Honestly, it didn't register until these asks, but I think that's partly what I was feeling while noting that we haven't gotten a sense of Yang's fighting style yet, or even know that she has a semblance. Those two things are pretty interconnected to her fiery spirit, what with her introduction literally being to attack a whole club and her superpower (the fandom discourse of this aside) being a "temper tantrum" wherein she has to learn (kinda) how to separate her semblance use from her knee-jerk emotions. More taking strategic hits to turn the tide of a battle, Yang, less losing your temper and flying into a rage, hoping that anger is enough to carry you through to a victory. Which, you know, the second half of RWBY says it's not. Regardless though, that's a core part of Yang's character which isn't really showing up in IQ yet. Maybe a little when she calls Weiss out on being racist, but that feels more tied to the horror of Weiss' actions - anyone would/should be furious - rather than something unique to Yang.

I do feel a little conflicted though, simply because I think RWBY has failed so spectacularly when it comes to Yang and IQ, though only three episodes in and clearly emphasizing the big sis/mother angle, is doing that well. As with so much in RWBY, I like the concept of Yang more than the reality of what we ended up with. After several seasons of watching her fly off the handle for seemingly no reason (without, notably, the story working through that and/or acknowledging it as a symptom of trauma), acting as the biggest hypocrite of the group, straight up refusing to be held accountable for all the shit that's gone down, and now, as of the end of Volume 8, severely regressing in regards to what she supposedly learned with Tai... it's kind of nice to have a Yang who's just a simple, nice big sis? As said, I'm conflicted. Because I wholeheartedly agree that, thus far, we've lost some of that original Yang spark, but having seen what that spark turned into post-Volume 3, I can't say I'm completely disappointed to be heading in a different direction. This Yang might not be as complex as RWBY's, but given that RWBY well and truly dropped the ball there (imo, as always), I'll take a simple Yang whose time on screen I actually enjoy over the Yang of Volumes 5-8.

[dreampathic]

❥chapter 02-beefy strong arms

❥masterlist

❥warnings: suggestive themes, sexual jokes, cursing

❥a/n: there’s a written portion 😉😉😉 also my best friend @katiea03​ helped me out a ton with this chapter so please check her stuff out!

-written portion-

Iwa walks through the front door, running a hand through his hair. He sees Makki and Mattsun on the couch watching a shitty 1980s horror movie.

“Hey,” He nods.

Makki takes a handful of popcorn and turns to Iwa, “Hey baby daddy.” He bites his lip jokingly.

Mattsun turns his head, “Bringing your sugar babies back some money?” Iwa walks up to the couch and slaps both of them on the heads.

“Stop calling me daddy you fucking dumbasses!”

Makki rubs the back of his head, “I know you can hit harder daddy.” Giving a devilish smirk to him.

Iwa grabs the throw pillow next to Mattsun and chucks it at Makki’s face.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Mattsun starts cackling with laughter, but abruptly stops once Iwa takes another pillow to hit him. “OKAY OKAY WE’LL STOP WE’LL STOP!” Iwa throws the pillow next to him, “Fuck you guys.”

He walks away, heading to your room. Your door is wide open, you’re sat on your hardwood floor wearing sport shorts and a black tank top fanning yourself with the dresser instructions.

All of the parts of the dresser are out of the bags, separated in two piles. One with the screws and bolts, and one with all of the wooden parts.

“What the fuck?!” Iwa looks at the unbuilt dresser in disbelief. You look up at him, “huh? what?” He gestures his hands to the floor, “Why is everything out of the bags??”

“The bags were taking up too much space.”

Iwa couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He tried his best to hold in his anger, “YOU DUMBASS WE NEEDED THOSE!” It didn’t work out.

“Why??”

“IF YOU READ THE INSTRUCTIONS YOU WOULD KNOW EVERYTHINGS NUMBERED”

You open the instructions for the first time, read a section, and look back up at him, “Ohhh I thought it was saying how many bags there are.”

Iwa rubs the back of his neck, “I never thought I would say this but YOU’RE WORSE THAN OIKAWA.”

You gave him a look of disgust and stood up from the floor. “How DARE you say I’m worst than Oikawa!”

Iwa rolls his eyes, “I’M NOT WRONG!”

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone from your bed, “Don’t make me call him on his date. I’ll do it.” You threaten.

He crosses arms and smirks, “Do it I dare you.” He wanted you to call Oikawa because he knew it would piss him off for you being a cockblock.

“FINE! I WILL!” You scroll for Oikawa’s contact and hit ‘audio call’. Waiting for him to answer, you stare at Iwa with one hand on your hip. When Oikawa picks up he is clearly agitated, “What the fuck do you want? I’m tryna get laid.”

“Iwa-Chan is being mean to me!”

“The fuck you want me to do about that? He’s been bullying me my entire life.”

You frown, “He likes you the best.” Iwa lets out a loud laugh that makes you punch him in the arm. He looks at you with a taken back look because no one ever tries to punch him, because he always punches back harder. But you’re the exception.

“Since when?” Oikawa asks, there is no way he’s the favorite.

You throw your free arm up in frustration, “Since ever!”

Oikawa sighs on the other end, annoyed at his roommate calling him for something so unimportant, “So you’re telling me, you interrupted my chances of getting pussy for THIS?”

Iwa howls of laughter, holding his stomach. You roll your eyes, “Do my feelings not matter?”

“NO not right now!” All Oikawa wants to do is hang up and go back to his date.

“Oikawa-” You try to make him stay on the phone but he cuts you off, “BYE!” He hangs up, leaving you with your mouth agape.

Iwa can’t stop laughing but you punch him again, “Shut up! Help me please!” He sighs, “Fine, I’ll help.”

You give him a wide smile, clapping your hands together, “Thank you Iwa!”

“Yeah yeah whatever,” He mumbled as he took off his work shirt, revealing him in his white tank top showing off his biceps. Of course you always joke around with him about his beefy arms but, wow. You wouldn’t be lying if you said you didn’t imagine those arms wrapping around your-

“Where’s the L screw?” Iwa says, pulling you out of your trance.

“Uhh,” you scratch your head, a bit flustered. “What’s that?”

He sits down, opening the instructions. “You know the metal piece that looks like an L?”

“Oh…” You fucked up.

“Where is it?” He asks, concerned.

“I threw it out.”

This man prayed.

---

Eight hours later, Iwa has been screwing everything in with a knife, almost cutting himself twice. You’re half asleep, leaning on his bicep. You yawn and Iwa looks down to you, “go to bed I got it from here.”

You shake your head, eyes closed, “noooo im helping,”

“you’re not doing anything.”

You open your eyes, looking up at him, “i'm here for moral support!”

Iwa rolls his eyes, glad you can’t see the blush forming on his cheeks. “Just go to sleep”

“No I can't.” You felt bad leaving him to fix your dresser without any company.

He sighs, “It’s fine, just go to sleep.”

You groan, leaning closer into him. “Your biceps are so nice though.”

He really hated the effect you had on him. Making him blush over sleepy confessions, he felt like an idiot getting flustered over you, no matter how much he wanted you to touch him again. “Shut up.” He mumbles.

“It’s a complement!”

“Go to sleep.” He demands.

“Hmph! Fine.” You get up, holding onto his arm for support and plop on your bed, mumbling some nonsense then instantly falling asleep.

Iwa looks over and grins, he wouldn’t have minded your company for a bit longer.

When Iwa finishes up the dark oak dresser, he admires the work he’s done and looks over to your bed, he gives a small smile and leaves your room.

He yawns as he takes off his tank top, throwing it near his hamper and plops onto his bed. He shuts his eyes. Before drifting off into sleep he hears Mattsun from his doorway say, “you’re a fucking simp.”

---

You wake up around the afternoon, first thing you see is your finished dresser. You jolt out of bed smiling wide. You run out of your bedroom and go across the hall into Iwa’s, jumping on top of him yelling, “IWA THANK YOU SO MUCH!”

He opens his eyes right away, “GET THE-” He was about to pry you right off of him, thinking you were one of his other idiot roommates. But he just stood still, cheeks flushing red as your boobs are against his bare chest, trying his hardest not to get a boner.

“THANK YOU THANK YOU! YOU’RE THE BEST!” You shout over and over again pulling him closer to you. He wanted to hug you back, but that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do.

“LEAVE” He shouts. You don’t budge, “WHY.” You could stay like that forever, but you knew at one point you would have to actually leave. “BECAUSE I SAID LEAVE” “YOUR BED IS COMFY”

Mattsun walks by, half-asleep and grumpily says, “simp.” Makki walks behind him scratching his head saying, “you’re just mad you don’t have a hot girl jumping on top of you in the morning.”

Mattsun punches him in the shoulder, “Ow man!”

Oikawa struts in the apartment, hair disheveled, hickies on his neck with a cocky grin on his face, “Guess who got laaaaiid” He announces going straight to the ‘ACTION BOARD,’ erasing ‘2 weeks’ next to his name and writing ‘0’.

“Nobody cares,” Makki exclaims from the hallway. Oikawa quickly turns to Makki and Mattsun, surprised they’re awake at this hour. They usually sleep in till 3pm.

He takes his jacket off and puts it on the rack, “why are you guys up?”

“Y/n is screaming, we’re all up,” Mattsun yawns.

“Especially Iwa,” Makki snickers.

This instantly sparked Oikawa’s attention. No one ever has the balls to wake Iwa up, they know it’s a deathwish.

“She woke up Iwa-Chan??”

“yep” Mattsun nods.

“where's the blood?”

“the only blood around here is in Iwa’s dick.” Makki laughs.

Oikawa instantly runs into Iwa’s room, being the nosey bitch he is. “Aww Iwa you finally have a girl in your bed!” He cheekily says.

As soon as Iwa heard his voice, his blood started to boil and pried you off of him and pushed you out of his room, “LEAVE ME ALONE!” He shuts the door in all of your faces.

You pout, “Why didn’t he want me in his room?”

All of the guys look at each other, knowing the real reason Iwa didn’t want you in his room. Yet all they could tell you without ruining your innocent gesture was, “don’t worry about it.”

---

❥fun facts: 

-they have a ‘sex board’ (well they call it an action board) in their house where they write down how many days they went out without sex on a white board

-Oikawa is NOT Iwa’s favorite

-Mattsun wants a hot girl to jump on him in the morning

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[crazywolf828]

So, out of my undying curiosity, I must ask- How do you feel about Raven? (The RWBY character, not the bird)

I love Raven so much, like I definitely wish we knew more about her (and even Qrow) when they were younger, especially after she had Yang. But also one of my favorite things is how much she still cares for Yang and Tai. Like yeah we see the "You only get one" scene in V2 on the train where she saves Yang from Neo but like, she's so full of bullshit. She still constantly looks out over them, you can see her in bird form in a bunch of shots in V4. We also see in V4 or 5 I forget, how her and the bandits were going to absolutely just hyped to ransom her and sell her weapon, then Yang crashes in and is like yo fuck that shit and Raven's like yeah okay let her go. Then of course how could we forget the vault in V5? She tries to talk a one armed Yang out of taking the relic, she could have easily hurt or killed her if she hated Yang like so many of the fans think, but she doesn't. They talk, and she cries, trying to convince Yang it isn't worth it, that it's a death sentence, then she leaves, again. Raven is scared, she's such a smart, strong character, both in airs and combat, but she's terrified. We don't know why she left, or even when exactly, all we know is it's sometime before Yang could really form memories of her. We know why her and Qrow were sent to Beacon and There's been so much speculation on why she left, the leaders of the tribe dying and her or Qrow had to take up that mantle, but she had a family, so why did she leave? Is she afraid of that sort of commitment? How strong of emotions she felt so she ran? She clearly still feels love for Yang and Tai, but at this point would it even be worth trying to go back? To repair what she's destroyed, so she watches from afar.

(also why I don't think the 'Raven saving RWBY+JN from the shadow realm' is an entirely impossible theory. If she finds out, if Tai finds out even, guilts her into it then they might. It's doubtful but I wouldn't completely chuck it out the window.)