#that's just because it sounds fucking amazing

[cybrasigilism]

Hi, love your work! Could you write a virginity loss for the reader with thanos in the bathrooms of the games! Can y/n also be shy since it's their first time and have thanos be understanding and talk her through it +handjob ? Please and thank you!!

can’t lie i went a little insane when i saw this one 🤭🤭

Consideration (Thanos/Choi Su-bong [Player 230] X F! Reader HEADCANONS/DRABBLE)

warning: smut, crazy ik | not proofread | lowercase intended | virginity loss | soft dom! thanos (im not sure if this counts as OOC help-) | handjob | praise | public sex (it is the bathrooms after all) | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

A/N: HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYYYY!! again with the point format, i feel much more at ease getting my ideas out this way, so please bear with me. my apologies if it’s hard to read because of this

MDNI! 18+ content beneath the cut, reader’s discretion is advised

➸ thanos, who couldn’t stop flirting with you throughout the games purely for the flustered reaction you gave almost on command.

➸ thanos, who upon finding out you were a virgin, found a way to get you alone in the bathrooms of the squid games, sneaking past the guards who surely didn’t care that he was in the wrong bathroom to begin with

➸ thanos, who had you pressed up against the cool, tiled wall of the bathroom stall as his lips crashed against yours. he wasted almost no time in sliding his cold hands up your shirt, sending a shockwave of goosebumps and pleasure up your skin

➸ thanos, who spent so much time kissing and sucking on your neck, you would have been shocked if you walked out of this unscathed by hickeys. each time his tongue passed over your sensitive skin, you saw stars

➸ thanos, who had you kneel between his legs as he pulled his dick out, guiding your hand in his up and down the length of it.

➸ thanos, who encouraged you through the entirety of the handjob. who told you “fuck, your hands are so soft”, “ngh, feels so good when you touch me like that baby..”, “you’re doing great, keep going just like that, yeah” between breathy moans

➸ thanos, who’s hands never ceased to roam your body when you decided to straddle him for the first time. he reassured you when the pressure of sinking down onto him became almost too much at points, wiping the tears from your face. of course, he let you sit there for as much as you needed to adjust.

“shit, y’re taking me so well, señorita.”

“hey, hey— you’re doing amazing so far, don’t cry!”

“fuck i can’t wait to make you feel good…”

➸ thanos, who eased you into the whole process of riding him. he was used to a faster paced, intense, more hot and heavy kind of session, but this time was different. he could see the anxiety in your eyes, he definitely knew how big of a deal this was for you, and he wanted to make it as special as possible— for these circumstances anyhow.

“that’s it, you’re practically a natural already. that’s my girl, fuck.”

➸ thanos, who moved your hips himself when you had gotten shy on him. you were insecure of how good of a job you were doing, but he wasn’t going to stand for that. you already know he was going to make sure you knew how good you were doing— or rather, how good you felt.

“holy hell, you’re so tight.. fuck i dunno how long i’ll last señorita”

“so good… so good and all f’ me”

“don’t s—top, god i don’t ever want you to stop”

“what’s wrong? you’re fucking me so good, keep going!”

➸ thanos, whose moans drove you wild when you eventually got the boost of confidence you needed to start riding him yourself. the sounds he was making made you tighten even more than you thought possible, which in turn made him cry out even more.

“shit, if you keep going like this ‘m gonna cum”

“fuck yes, fuck me like that.. you got it, oh god, you got it”

“need ya’ s’bad… i needed this so b—ad, fuck!”

➸ thanos, who wrapped his arms around you after you came. he pulled you into him, chests heaving in tandem as you both came down off this metaphorical high. he caressed the back of your head, the praises he sang for you continued flowing.

“that was fucking, wow. y’ did so good, señorita.”

“see? i knew you could do it, such a good girl for me.”

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HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY GUYS!!

to the anon that requested this, i truly hope this is something like what you had in mind. and to everyone as a whole, i hope you enjoyed! i’ve been fighting off a mean writer’s block so i apologize if this isn’t my best work, but i’m just glad to put something out!

as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing is appreciated and requested! have a fantastic day lovelies 💋

tags: @gongyoosgf @strangelife122 @kvstjwonnie @pink-apples001 @fiicalapsiholoaga

[iguessitsjustme]

When It Rains It Pours Ep 6 Thoughts

I have had an incredibly weird day. But the good news is that I can finally watch this episode which will most likely shatter my heart to pieces. BUT it's the first week that I'm watching with everyone else then we all get to spend a week thinking about it and talking about it together. What a wonderful little community this show has here on tumblr (you all have been so nice and so smart and so willing to scream with others and you are all the best forever no matter what anyone else says). I wasn't sure I was gonna continue my liveblog, but here I am. Continuing it. Under the cut:

SEI IS BUYING THE COFFEE. I REPEAT SEI IS BUYING THE COFFEE. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I have run out of words. Please tell me someone else has talked about this…I'm not even 5 seconds into the show yet god damn I should control myself.

BUT THEN HE COULDN'T PAY? OH SWEET JESUS. There is meaning here. (sirens hurry the fuck up and drive by I am trying to watch a masterpiece)

Baby boy the feelings are reciprocated. He will save you if you let him. And you can save him in turn.

This. Bastard. Is trying to move Sei away. To alienate him further. He doesn't want Sei to have anyone in his life except him. If he hadn't answered that phone call, he wouldn't be considering moving.

Anger.

Anger and hatred and violence.

His job is literally the only place he ever sees people! He doesn't even really interact with them! But he at least has a place where should he need to talk to someone outside of Fujisawa, there are people there. Not just Kazuaki. But other coworkers. Who based on what we've seen, are all friendly and kind enough. And now Fujiisawa is trying to remove the ONE place Sei has that he does not have access to. I am screaming and crying and gonna jump into this show to knee this man in the groin.

The fact that Sei is listening to rain sounds means that Kazuaki remembered and sent him the link to listen to rain sounds when he wanted. It means that Kazuaki remembered. Thought of him and their conversation. Even before they knew about the emails. He remembered.

You ask like you have a right to know.

He doesn't ask like a friend who's curious and cares about his friend being happy and meeting someone. He asks like he is entitled to that information.

Sei's entire confession is so matter of fact. He doesn't sound remorseful or like he's been caught cheating. He just openly admits to it. Because he knows he likes Kazuaki. Or do we as a fandom call him Hagiwara? I'm not sure on that I just went by what the gaga summary called him for an episode. Please let me know. Anyway. Sei said he started catching feelings.

HE THREW THE PHONE I KILL HIM

GET OFF OF HIM I KILL YOU

SHOOTING LASERS AT HIM

SHOOTING MORE LASERS

Look how red Fujisawa's face is. This is some brilliant lighting work. He is literally red like the devil. Dressed in all black. Pinning Sei down as Sei claws for freedom.

GET OFF OF HIM I WILL RIP YOUR ARMS OFF

Get em baby. Tell him he is the least desirable man on earth.

The purposeful dissonance in the soundtrack right now is truly amazing. (Now I just need these fucking sirens to GO AWAY)

Okay. So I know there's a line to push Fujisawa off a cliff, but what if before anyone pushes him, I go to the bottom and I add some fun little spikes. Just as a treat. For us.

Oh so he just apologizes? I'm gonna stab you with broken glass.

It will take me a minute before I'm able to analyze anything because I am so livid. (I also am angry from something specific at work today so I was already primed for anger and then this fucker)

Hissing

He couldn't if he wanted to. He is a good person. And you are in a bad situation. The second he learns how bad it is, he is never gonna ignore you until he knows you are safe. Until he knows you are free.

HE SEES THE BRUISE. HE KNOWS. HE KNOWS.

Omg I'm gonna cry. The music here. The music. The everything.

No baby boy don't walk away!

What in the homophobia…

If you liked him you would have talked to him. Communicated. If you liked him, you would have set him free. You don't like him. You like the idea of him. And I hope you never find anyone else to trap and make miserable the way you trapped him.

GET HER. READ HER ASS.

Now that Kaori is finally talking to Kazuaki, the framing is different. Before, there was a booth creating a physical barrier between them. Now there is nothing. They are sitting at the same table. Open. Communication. This should have happened SO MUCH EARLIER. Girl. I hate you.

The thing that pisses me off the most about Kaori is that her feelings and her relationship towards sex are completely valid. And she has every right to feel the way she feels. But she never once said anything. She never once told her partner how she was feeling. Even though she knew she was hurting him. She knew he was miserable. But instead of talking to him, she let him suffer. Because she liked him. And she knew an outcome of that talk could have led to them breaking up. And she was so incredibly selfish to never let that happen. She would rather he be miserable and hers than be happy and be free. And that I cannot forgive her for.

And she makes him do the dirty work of breaking up with her. Because she never could do the right thing. Honestly, I think even if she hadn't found out, it would not be long before he broke up with her anyway. He found his happiness elsewhere and he would not be able to live with himself knowing he cheated and knowing he was in love with someone else. Anyway. She should have at least had the decency to be the one to end things because she was not capable of doing it when she should have. AN ENTIRE FUCKING YEAR AGO.

There is something to this show being sandwiched by those two getting coffee. One who wasn't able to get it and one who was kept waiting but did get it eventually.

Also our baby boy is free now! No matter what else happened. He is no longer trapped. He can and will find his happiness. Now he just needs to save Sei.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S NO PREVIEW. IS THERE NO PREVIEW? HELP????

I will probably need to sit with this episode for at least a day to process it before the thoughts come flooding out.

I have hatred in my heart.

[sombrashe]

2 random relationship headcanons ∿ team thanos

suggestive

✐ᝰlets you take a hit of his vape in the middle of sex. doesn't matter if he's fucking into you or if you're bouncing on his lap. he's grabbing his vape off the bedside box and blowing smoke in your face

"Quit it, Choi."

"Harsh... want a hit? It's cherry lime."

"Sounds awful."

"You say that to everything."

"That's because blue raspberry is the only flavor."

✐ᝰrolls a blunt on your lower back as you're scrolling. swatting at your ass when you laugh too hard and shake some of the bud loose. he finishes it off by keeping his tongue out too long and licking a stripe from the blunt to your side.

"Ew, Su-bong. What have I said about the licking?"

"That you love it and want me to do it."

"I get enough weed stench on me being in your presence. I don't need it embedded into my skin."

"Boring."

✐ᝰbrings home random pills he's collected throughout his shift at the club and expects you to take them with him. you always question every little thing about the pill. all he has to do is taking a quick look and knows exactly what it is.

"That's ecstasy. It's an upper."

"So I'll get like super depressed after?"

"Yeah, but I'll be here. It's fun."

"I hallucinate, right?"

"That's one of the symptoms, yeah"

✐ᝰdoes your nails because he's dead broke. He wishes he could buy you those cute sets you always linger on when online browsing. He found some nail sets on temu and went to a beauty store to buy nail supplies. he kept these hidden while he watched video after video about how to properly do nails.

"Where did you learn this?"

"YouTube."

"Why?"

"Bored."

✐ᝰdyes your hair so long as you agree to go with her when she gets a new piercing. she loves seeing all the different colors you've gone through. she especially loves how you just make shit up, mixing emerald pixie and frozen cotton candy and naming the teal color frozen pixie candy. amazing

"What color are we doing next?"

"I don't know. Any ideas?"

"What about pink. You always look so cute in pink."

"Pervert."

"I didn't even say anything."

✐ᝰrants to you about her day, everyday. at first it was frustrating, it seemed like all she did was complain. the more you bit your tongue and listened you slowly came to realize she needed a new job. immediately. what kind of boss says those things??

"You need to quit."

"I can't just quit."

"I make enough to hold us over until you find another job."

"But we would have to cut down a lot."

"I will do whatever you need."

✐ᝰblushes when you offer to go down on him. you don't do it often since he normally initiates but the few times you do offer his face turns beat red. it always starts at the tip of his ears, moves over to the apples of his cheeks, and ends splattered across his cheat like a renaissance painting.

"You're so red, Min-su."

"Don't tease me."

"I'm not! I promise, I think it's cute. Sexy even."

"Uh-huh."

"No really, It shows how turned on I make you."

✐ᝰgenuinely giggles. anytime you get the upper hand during wrestling you stick your fingers right under his chin and start tickling. at first he lets out a sharp laugh. something harsh that is accompanied by kicks. when it really starts getting to be too much he starts giggling uncontrollably.

"Stop. Stop. Too much."

"Say it. Say I'm the champion."

"You're-."

"Min-su."

"You won. You're the champion. Now stop, please. I can't breathe."

✐ᝰwatches you whenever you're not looking. He feels like a creep doing it but you're just so gorgeous. Absolutely ethereal and he physically can't keep his eyes off of you. He does it so often he ends up spacing out and you have to raise your voice to snap him out of it.

"Gyeong-su? Gyeong-su!"

"What?"

"Have you heard a single thing I said?"

"What did you say?"

"Unbelievable."

✐ᝰhypes you up any chance he gets. just woke up and need nothing more than a shower? God, baby, you look so good. putting the finishing touches on your makeup before a night out? Wow, you're breathtaking. when you're facedown and his lips are inches from the shell of your ear? Amazing how I get to call you mine.

"Which shirt with these pants?"

"You look amazing in both."

"That's not helpful Gyeong-su."

"But it's the truth."

"Then lie."

[redux-iterum]

this might be silly to ask here, but i think you guys give neat advice! i don't know if either of you have experienced this yourselves, but if you have, how do you get over writing anxiety? i find that i place too much value in validation and will sometimes talk myself out of writing something because i fear it's imperfect. is this something either of you have dealt with? if so, how did you get over it?

Perfectionist anxiety is a bitch, and this very much sounds like it! The main piece of advice I can give here is to embrace the truth that things you make sometimes won’t be amazing, and will never be perfect. Perfection is a lie creatives tell themselves is achievable. It simply isn’t. All perfectionism can do is keep you from being happy during the process of making art. It will never do anything else. The concept of “perfect” is your enemy. It’s just going to make you miserable the whole time you’re writing or painting or whatever, because you know what you’ll get isn’t perfect, and you’re striving for it anyway, so you aren’t having fun. And really, that’s what we’re all here for, isn’t it? Fun?

The main thing that’s saved me from reworking stuff over and over again is a lesson I’ve learned, which is being able to say to yourself, “Well, it’s not exactly how I wanted it to be. I don’t know if I like this one. Oh well. Moving on.” There is an immense power in “oh well, moving on” that will keep you creating even when you make something you actively hate. That’s not to say you shouldn’t strive for improvement, nor should you not attempt to do your best. What the goal here is, is the ability to step back from your need for perfection, look over what you’ve made, and be able to both critique it and accept its flaws, and then head off to the next thing. “Fuck it” is your greatest tool here. Ain’t the next Lord of the Rings? Fuck it. Next story.

Take it this way: you’ve learned something new every time you catch a flaw in your writing, which means you’ll do better next time. You are always scaling up in quality as long as you’re seeking to improve. Again, you will never be perfect, but you will be better than you were before. That’s something to celebrate, not scold yourself for! And the only way to do that is to say “fuck it” and keep writing. You can’t think yourself into greatness. You have to create okay stuff first and learn from those mistakes.

As for validation: attention from strangers is nice, but there’s a good exposure therapy in posting something and receiving crickets over and over. You get used to it and gradually learn to lessen its value in your head. I’ve personally been able to adjust to not getting much attention on my personal projects and art that I love so dearly, and just moving forward anyways, because I’m excited to do it, and that’s whose opinion I should care about. It’s the love of the game at this point for me. Importantly, it’s been able to teach me to find the true value in art, which is the process of creation, not the creation itself. I utterly adore making things, to the point that I don’t even really care about the end product anymore or the attention it may or may not get. Sure, I want it to be good and get notes, but what’s the point if I’m not enjoying myself while making it? What’s the value in perfection and attention when I’m miserable because that's all I'm doing this for? I’m the one that loves these characters and this setting the most, right? What else can I do but serve them as best as I can, and keep going as long as I need to? It's no loss if the entire internet doesn't love it the way I do. I'm creating it, and that makes me happy. What else need there be?

That’s how I think of it, at least. I hope this helped a little.

[by-gray]

whos your favourite doctor and why? also favourite episodes?

THIS NB BASTARD!

first of all, paul is just a fucking incredible actor. his voice acting specifically… some actors who have transitioned to big hit (not saying who) have this slightly jarring tinge to their voice where it sounds like they’re reading from a script (which they are). it’s such an underrated skill. i really don’t think people appreciate how hard it is to act out an emotionally intense script in front of your eyes and NOT sound like you’re reading from it…

but paul does it. and he does it incredibly.

eight also never gives you the chance to forget he’s alien. by that, i don’t mean he’s unhinged. yes, he does some unhinged things like most doctors, but with those, you can look at them and just rationalise that they’re just a very weird person. eight’s idiolect is so prosaic and otherworldly that even during normal conversation, there’s a feeling there’s something not right and non-human. he is fae-like ethereal, but also cool, aloof. he can, and has, disturbed and scare his companions off the tardis.

also plot-wise, eight is just such an interesting intermediate stage between his more ‘innocent’ youth and the ‘monster’ he becomes. it is eight who lives long enough to grow old, lives through a war, regresses – and while maintaining the same face, becomes a unrecognisable character. i’m always thinking about what could’ve happened between his youth and those last moments – what made him choose to become the war doctor.

because, in a way, he was the regeneration who destroyed gallifrey. he was the one that chose to live on, start fighting, and eventually destroy everything.

Now for episodes…

okay, i will pick tv ones and not audio dramas. but first of all, i do have to mention ONE audio drama because it’s the best doctor who story i’ve ever EVER come across. that is:

the natural history of fear.

it’s basically george orwell’s 1984 if the eighth doctor got mind wiped and thought he was one of the evil leaders in this totalitarian regime. he tortures people who rebel – including his companion charley, because he doesn’t realise who she is to start with…

well, it’s actually a lot more complicated than that, but that would be me giving away the plot twist ;)

OKAY now for actual episodes…

i’m gonna pick ones i think are actually amazing stories rather than ones i just like for the companion dynamics:

- 73 yards

- wild blue yonder

- the night of the doctor

- the doctor falls

- blink

- midnight

basically any slightly unexplainable storyline that diverges from the usual show formatting tends to be my favourite episodes ;)

thanks for entertaining me with this question, benji!

[defensivelee]

AAHH omg ok ok i'm so so excited about what happened today but i'm going to try to restrain my all caps bc i want it to be very well understood what im about to say but AHHHHH AHHHH I MET JAMES II'S ACTOR FROM THE BBC AUDIO PLAYS UWAAAAA I MET DAVID ACTON!!!!! DAVID ACTON AS IN JAMES 2 FROM THE WILLIAM AND MARY AUDIO PLAY.... i fucking spoke to the dude!!!!! AAHH

ok so it came to be about bc i went out to see a play yesterday with a few others, and we had two question seshes: one directly after the play with all the actors and production team, and today another longer one with just the actor who introduced himself as david, who up til now i'd seen as this pleasant old british actor who did his job very well. nice affable man, very engaging :3 but thats it,,

naturally my ears perked up when he mentioned that he had done bbc radio plays and how annoyed he was that people were moving away from that, so then i brought up the bbc stuart plays just bc i wanted to say that i myself very much appreciated them. i also kinda wanted to add on to a conversation we'd been having about how deftly he switches between accents by mentioning william's actor as a rlly good example of that bc he literally had me fooled.

I DID NOT IMAGINE,,, AT ALL,,, THAT HE WAS INVOLVED IN THE STUART PLAYS,, so my mouth literally flew open when he said 'oh yes, that was mark edel-hunt wasn't it? yes he did very well, i was actually in those stuart plays with him! i think i played james ii?' LIKE I NEED Y'ALL TO UNDERSTAND THAT IT WAS SO OUTTA NOWHERE

obviously i was so SHOCKED i was like 'REALLY? YOU WERE JAMES?' and he was like 'yes!' and i just blurted 'oh my god i love james' bc like. omg i was so excited y'all have NO idea i was literally vibrating, and starting to laugh bc i couldn't believe it was real. and he seemed just as excited as well to find someone who knew the plays ! he just kept saying stuff like 'oh what a lovely surprise!' and seemed very eager to kinda affirm it in my head like YES he was actually there.

he also told the group and i some curious bits of information about mark edel-hunt (william's actor)-- that he very nearly wasn't william, but the actor that was supposed to do him that day of the recording got sick, so they called in mr. edel-hunt. apparently he hadn't read the script at all until that very moment so he just came in and read em off. ofc i was losing my shit at this point so i just kept saying 'omg he did AMAZING everything was so NATURAL he is the PERFECT voice for william it was GREAT' (nvm that no one else knew what I was talking about).

AND THIS,,, ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART OF A MAN,,,, he was literally matching my energy throughout ALL of this, and he sounded SO happy to hear that i enjoyed it so much. then he fucking THREW me by saying 'oh that's just wonderful to hear! I've got to tell mark about this after we leave because it's just wonderful that you enjoyed it so much, I had no idea.' SO AT THIS POINT IM NEAR TEARS I WAS LITERALLY LIKE 'YES YES PLEASE PASS IT ON THANK YOU'

and just bc I still didn't quite believe it myself, i got an autograph !!!! partly blacked out bc he wrote my name but other than that EEEE IT'S HIM IT'S HIMMM

AND THERES A GOOD CHANCE MARK HAS ALSO HEARD MY HIGH PRAISES BY NOW EEEEK STUARTCELS WE FUCKING DID IT

thank u mr david sir for the brief james appearance and thank u mr mark for the phenomenal william performance and thank u to the random ass actor for sacrificing himself so we could get the william voice we know and love today!!!

[welltobefrank]

QUIDDITCH

*Gryffindor Common Room, midnight, completely pitch-dark except for a few lit candles that are casting dubious shadows on people's faces. Sirius, Marlene, and James are playing around with the candle, and Frank is the only one standing, by a desk covered in paper.*

Okay, gang, now that you're all here. I know this doesn't make a lot of sense, and I know that some of you might feel like screaming when I say this-- @blackrosedeity, stop, please, don't-- but I think we should try the Surround-Shroud Tactic again. Stop screaming, Sirius! I know what happened last time, and I understand your reaction, but I really think we can make it work this time.

The problem that we had last time is that we weren't following the simplest rule of a Tactic-- you will begin in a position, change, then end in it. @j-potteringaround, Sirius, do not make a sex joke. That means that we are allowed and encouraged to break the shroud if a big fucking Slytherin comes straight at us, but we re-form afterwards.

Okay, I have this record here. See? We're going to be listening to this today. Oh. Um, hi, @swearwolf-lupin. Hello. Do you-- hey, actually, come here. Yeah. See this record? See that record player? Can you get the record playing on that? Thank you. Yeah, as @al1-f0rtescue can tell you, I'm hopeless at technology. Okay, thanks, Remus, you can sit down, now. The song I'm going to be playing for you today is The Sound of Silence by Steve and Garlic. Hmmmm? Oh. Uh, yes. Simon and Garfunky. Garfunkel. Simon and Garfunkel. Everybody, close your eyes and listen.

....

Okay. Everybody open your eyes. There was something pretty amazing about that song, right? Besides the..... everything, yeah, okay. But did you hear the singers? They were singing two different things, but it still sounded good together. That's called harmony. They began on the same note, yes, and they ended on the same note, but they were singing different notes all throughout the piece. But here's the catch-- they went back to singing the same note quite a bit throughout the song, didn't they? They just sang different notes when it sounded good for the song, or for the team.

That's what we're trying to do with the Surround-Shroud Tactic. We don't stay in it. We need to return to it, but spread when it makes sense for the play. That tactic gives us an advantage in being surrounded by teammates to help with the ball action, -- @motherfuckin-marls, stop laughing-- but if we stay in that position we'll never move anywhere, not to mention the fact that our Teddy will never catch the Snitch. In order to properly employ the tactic, we need to return to it and leave it some fifty or so times during a game.

I've drawn out a map of where I'm going to place everybody this time around, here, love, could you pass it around? I noticed that the Beaters were getting a little blinded by the Chaser row, so I moved them to the sides.

This is a level play, like I said, so we're not doing different layers in the air. One player, one shroud, one team. I know it's difficult, I know it seems daunting after what happened last time, but I also know that we can do it and that it will help us so much if we can just master it. Seriously.

Sirius. Sirius, no. Please. Please. Oh, no. Don't say it.

Sorry, Patrick? Oh, right. Yeah, we're in the Common Room at midnight without any lights turned on because technically I'm not supposed to be holding practice yet because of Sirius, but also because one of the Slytherin Beaters @barty-not-barry is having Spontaneous-Apparation and keeps disapparing, and apparently if they can't practice, neither can we. So technically, this never happened, okay? Deal?

As soon as I can find an inconspicuous way to get us out on the pitch, I will, but for now Alice and I cast a muffliato on this room so we can do a little practicing. Everybody please stand in the positions detailed on the paper. Okay, good. Okay.

Sirius, a little to your left? James, a bit further back? Okay, good. Excellent job. Uh, Remus, could you play us some music? Whatever you want to play, there's records in that cabinet, just nothing that will corrupt Teddy. Okay. *takes out two big spheres of crumpled paper*. These are now our Quaffles, and we're going to practice playing double-catch with them. Remember that going outside of the formation anytime it makes sense for the catch is excellent, but that you need to return back. We'll know where you are. It's our shroud. Okay, ready? Remus, ready? Everybody? Alice?

Okay, catch!

[kittenfangirl20]

The men lay together in bed and started to kiss even more. Adam’s hands found his way to Lucifer’s shirt and clung to him.

Lucifer: We’re both drunk, do you really want to do this?

Adam: I have wanted to do this for many years, do you want to do this?

Lucifer: Fuck yes I do, I have wanted to be with you like this for years.

Adam then removed Lucifer’s shirt and ran his tongue along his muscles. Lucifer felt himself become very erect.

Adam: All those one night stands I had, I would imagine it was with you.

Lucifer: Even when you were with a woman?

Adam: Even then, I picked someone who hit on me and looked kind of like you because I didn’t think you wanted me.

Lucifer started to grind his groin against Adam’s groin.

Lucifer: I want you to feel how much I really want you. I am going to ruin everyone else for you, after tonight you are only going to want me and I am only going to want you.

Adam: Good, I always keep some lube in my pocket for just in case.

Lucifer: You don’t mind being on the bottom?

Adam: I prefer it, even when I have a one night stand with a woman she pegs me.

Once their clothes were removed, Lucifer started to prep Adam. Adam felt like he could melt when Lucifer found his prostate. When Lucifer removed his fingers, he coated his dick with lube before sliding into Adam. He thrust deep into Adam so he could get to his prostate.

Adam: You’re right, I don’t want anyone but you.

Lucifer smiled as he continued to thrust into Adam making sure to be very loving and gentle. This was everything Adam wanted and more. They moaned together and it sounded almost like a song meant for them alone. Adam arched his back off the bed as he cum. Seeing that made Lucifer cum inside of Adam. Lucifer pulled out of Adam and they held each other.

Lucifer: That was amazing.

Adam: You took the words right out of my mouth.

They fell asleep holding each other. In the morning Lucifer woke up with a headache and he saw Adam sleeping. They were both sleeping and the sheets were tangled around their bodies.

Lucifer internally: It wasn’t a dream, I just had greatest sex of life last night.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

Flight Attendant x Lawyer

Adam: Please have your seat belts fastened as we land in Bangkok.

He spoke over the PA of the plane getting all the passengers ready for a landing. One thing about this job was that he got to see the world.

Walking down the aisle he caught the eye of a handsome man.

Steve: Are you free after?~

Adam eyed him up and down, yeah he'll work just fine. He's blonde enough and not too tall.

Adam: For you? Sure thing.~

Once the plane landed Adam checked into his hotel and met up with Steve. The night was a blur of dancing, drinking, people and they lastly went back to Steve's hotel room where they fucked for a few hours.

When Adam woke up in the morning he was so hung over, he looked at Steve who was still asleep.

Fuck he was pathetic. Sleeping with strangers because he can't have who he really wants.

Adam got up and pulled on his boxers, he went to the window to open the blinds, when he turned back he screamed.

Steve was covered in blood his throat slit.

Adam: Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!

What the fuck HAPPENED last night?

Adam backed away and dug in his pants for his cell phone. He needed to call the only person who could help him.

Lucifer: Come on Charlie, eat a little something okay?

Charlie played with her food as his cellphone rang, Adam's number came up and his heart skipped a beat.

Lucifer: Hey Ad, what's up?

Adam: L-Lucifer, I think I'm in trouble.....

Lucifer: What, what's wrong?

Adam: I-I-I........ There's someone dead and I don't know what happened. I d-don't want to go to prison.....

Lucifer: Don’t worry, I will help you. Do you remember anything?

Adam: No, not really, I am so scared.

Adam broke down crying. He just wished that he could be there for Adam. Call the police, but don’t do it until you make it to the American Embassy. They will try make you confess, but at the Embassy you will be untouchable as long as you remain there. I am going to make my way there to get you back. I just need a babysitter for Charlie.

Adam: Mama would be willing to do it when you tell her what happened. Please leave out the part of me having a one night stand.

Lucifer: Of course.

Before Lucifer hung up be gave Adam the address to the American Embassy in Bangkok. After Adam hung up, he peeked out the door to make sure no one was in the hallway. He then ran once he left the hotel. Once at the Embassy he made the call and told them what happened. Once off the phone he broke down crying. He did everything Lucifer told him to and he was still afraid that they would try to come and arrest him.

Adam: I don’t want to go to jail, they’ll kill or worse. What if they arrest me when I get home.

He just wanted Lucifer to get here as quickly as he could. Lucifer would make things better. He pulled out his AirPods and put them in his ears before turning on some rock music hoping the loud music could calm him like it usually did.

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

[inoankin]

Strangers (scrapped)

i need tumblr to revert back to its old layout right this second because this twitter-esque layout is making me so fucking upset

anyways this has been in my wips long enough for me to know it's probably never getting finished soooo. you can have it.

can you tell that i really connect emotionally with music? cuz i reaalllyy connect emotionally with music

_______________

It starts with the picking.

Vincent is checking around the second floor for anything useful when he hears it. The untuned, experimental picking of the old banjo’s strings. The sound floats up the stairs and right to Vincent, as if magnetised. After a moment the playing starts. It’s unrefined and far from pleasant. But it’s almost familiar.

Then, the humming.

That. Well.

Vincent’s feet carry him to the top of the staircase, just listening. The voice is rough like the strings, and yet. There’s something about it. 

He steps down. Magnetised. Before he knows it, he’s at the landing, watching Leo Caruso sit with bowed head as he hums alongside the makeshift tune. Light spills over his shoulders. Vincent thinks he spots a hint of a smile. He’s happy. The song is on the tip of his tongue.

Then…

“Mm-mm, mm-mm, I don’t mind. If I live too long, I’m afraid I’ll die…”

Oh.

The stagnant air carries the Davies’ words and they taste like cinnamon from Leo’s lips. As he sings, Vincent makes his way down the steps, enraptured by this impossible moment.

“So I will follow you wherever you go, If you offered hand’s still open to me.”

Leo doesn’t notice him when he reaches the bottom. It doesn’t seem real. This vulgar, cocky criminal, picking a banjo and singing the Kinks like he’s got nowhere better to be than here, flipping every one of Vincent’s notions on their heads. He’s been doing that a lot lately.

“Strangers on this road we are on, Oh, we are not two, we are one.”

Something in his voice beckons him forward; but when he walks into the open space, Leo’s head snaps up.  

Silence.

He looks nervous, guilty. Like he’s been caught in the middle of something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. Vincent’s pinned by his gaze before he convinces his body to move again, making it the rest of the way to the piano resting quietly against the wall. He lifts the lid and tests the keys. Still well-tuned. He takes a second to remember the chords. And then…

“So you’ve been where I’ve just come, From the land that brings losers on...”

He doesn’t look at Leo, instead focusing on the keys. Similarly, it’s unrefined. He learned to play this song a while ago, and it’s not like he’s had much free time lately. He shouldn’t have any now.

Leo picks back up his half, the banjo a fitting supplement for guitar. His smile is small. Vincent’s is as well.

“So we will share this road we walk, And mind our mouths and beware our talk.”

It shouldn't come as a surprise that Leo can play; his file mentioned an upbringing in Virginia. And anyway, he’s missing a third of the chords he picks. Still, Vincent finds himself entranced by his fingers on the strings, calloused and confident despite his mistakes. Like the result doesn’t matter, because he’s enjoying himself. The simplicity is infectious.

“‘Till peace we find, tell you what I’ll do, All the things I own, I will share with you.”

Their voices meld into one. Leo meets his eyes and he gets the feeling that the song choice was intentional. His eyes glitter with warmth, with trust. Vincent ignores the flighty feeling in his chest.

“And if I feel tomorrow like I feel today, We’ll take what we want and give the rest away. Strangers on this road we are on, Oh, we are not two, we are one.”

They play together and it feels fucking right. Like everything they do. Slotting together perfectly, like companions, like friends, like… 

Vincent fumbles a few beats as he dismisses the rest of that thought. Leo eyes him, but he keeps on.

He can accept the fact that Leo is attractive. It’s not anything subjective, it’s just a fact. With a hard, lean body and the skills to match, he’s not losing anything by admitting it. Leo’s attractive. That doesn’t mean Vincent has feelings for him. He’s not even… he’s never thought about a man that way. It would be a stupid choice, anyways, considering his circumstances—he’d be better off shooting Leo now. He tries to ignore how that idea makes him vaguely nauseous.

But he can’t spare it any more thought once the next verse catches them. He forgets the next lyrics, but Leo supplies.

“Holy man and holy priest, This love of life makes me weak at my knees.”

Vincent might have jumped in were he not suddenly captured by the sound. It’s not smooth, but it is good. Like a low fire, crackling with warmth and smoke, licking at the roof of his mouth. Vincent’s goes dry.

“And when we get there, make your play, ‘Cause soon, I feel, you’re gonna carry us — come on, man!”

Vincent swallows and pulls his eyes back to the piano. It shouldn’t be so hard to look away. But Leo is so earnest in his joy, glowing in the soft light of the afternoon. So he sings.

“In a promised lie you made us believe, For many men, there is so much grief. And my mind is proud, but it aches with rage, And if I live too long, I’m afraid I’ll die. Strangers on this road we are on, Oh, we are not two, we are one…”

Vincent watches his own fingers play. Badly bruised and webbed with cuts from day and night spent navigating the wilderness with Leo at his side. 

couplet? maybe

Leo doesn’t know who he is, and maybe the irony of it is what hits the hardest. He’s extended this proverbial olive branch and he doesn’t even know what it means, wholly trusting that Vincent is who he claims to be. That’s always been Leo’s greatest vice. Trust. He gave his trust to Harvey, who threw it back in his face. And now, despite his wounds, he’s given it to Vincent. Who plans to do the very same.

fin.

[theconfusedacorn]

Yall,

Who

THE FUCK

Was going to tell me that:

The guy from The Amazing Devil, is ACTUALLY a guy named Joey Batey, and that this guy, Joey Batey, PLAYS THE BARD GUY IN THE WITCHER!?

AND HE DOES MORE MUSIC FOR THE SERIES BECAUSE HES A BARD!?

HELLO!?

I COULD'VE GOTTEN MORE MUSICAL CONTENT FROM THIS MAN THIS WHOLE TIME!?

WHO THE FUCK WAS GOING TO TELL ME ABOUT "BURN BUTCHER BURN"!?

SERIOUSLY!?

WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME!?

[melit0n]

Give me five whole minutes.

Credits: Me

[literallygeeway]

nobody talks about the fact that mcr made an absolutely amazing sapphic love song

like why is this just never brought up?? not that kind of girl is incredible and if you haven't already listened to it you have to do it RIGHT NOW

[valewritessss]

All my memories of watching Sing for the first time is 2% of the plot and 98% of my nine year old soul ascending to heaven when Jennifer Hudson started singing

[tinyclowndancer]

pspspsps porretta besties from the dark place who refused to bring this song to its end here's a little something for you. 🎙️

[hauntingblue]

Gear 5 luffy's laugh is so contagious I just hear the drums and go insane how does this work. What did he do to me

[karokawwo]

maybe i should add demons as a race in the new world......