#the stunt department deserve all the love

[stagefoureddiediaz]

Just want to shout out some appreciation for Oliver’s stunt double - because that right there is some damn fine lightning strike fall off a ladder stunt work 😎

[theamazingdigitalraceway]

Just read the latest chapter and I must say I do believe everyone deserves a break, and by that I mean why not just let them relax like if they were all actors. Maybe have Abel be what he wants from the 4th wall ask so there isn't any tension, it's just a fun non-canon event to wind down.

BREATHER

A RACEWAY AU ONESHOT

WARNING: none

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"CUT!! Good job everyone, that's a wrap for today." The Author closed her notes for episode 13 of The Amazing Digital Raceway TV series.

As the set crew turned on the overhead lights to start cleaning, Seth tossed his newly lit cigarette and coughed. "Ugh...how much longer am I going to have to pretend to like these things?"

Pomni unzipped her tracksuit to the waist, took off the top half and tied the sleeves around her waist. The tracksuits were hot under the stage lights, so she was much more comfortable in her black tank top underneath. "You know you don't actually have to smoke those, right? They'll edit it in post."

"I'm a method actor. I can't work with this unless it's actually lit."

"...then don't inhale. Really, this is a you problem."

"meh, meh, meh. Shut up." He grabbed her jester hat and shoved it down over her eyes.

"Reeeeal professional." Caine walked up, still covered in electrical burn makeup. "You staying in character or something?" He handed a bottle of water to Pomni.

"Like I said, method." Seth dug around in his pockets for items to give back to the prop department. As he searched, a phone rang in his pants pocket.

Pomni gaped. "You had a cellphone on you the whole time!? AND IT WAS ON!? You could have ruined the scene!"

Seth took out his modern flip phone, ignoring Pomni, and answered it with a smile. "Hey, baby. Yeah, just finished up." He started walking away, paying no mind to Pomni or Caine. "Have you heard back from the Author about your audition? Yeah, I told her if she needed me to have a love interest, I would prefer it be you."

Pomni rolled her eyes. "I can't believe that's guy's your brother."

Caine raised an eyebrow. "He's not."

"But he looks just like you."

"I know, but we never knew each other before the casting call. Wild coincidence." Caine finished his water. "I was wondering...after we finish up here, would you like to join me for drinks? I know this really nice pub."

Pomni smirked. "Now who's method acting?"

Caine chuckled, blushing under his makeup. "Nah...no acting. Just, I think... I don't know...I've felt some chemistry here. I'd be very interested in getting to know you outside of work."

Pomni smiled sincerely. "I'd like that."

~

Gummigoo grunted as the makeup assistant took out the bright blue contacts that covered his whole eye. "These bloody things are awful." There was some relief with the eye wash, but not as much as he'd like.

"Sorry you have to deal with that." Abel said as he glanced over the script draft for the next episode. "But it looks like you're going to be wearing them for a while. Uh, good news, you're getting a costume change at least. Says here you wear a black tracksuit. Don't know why the Author waited an entire episode for the wardrobe change. Seems like an afterthought. I would've changed the moment I reincarnated."

Gummigoo shrugged. "Maybe the Author is taking details like that slower. I mean, think about it. You've supposedly been stuck in the walls for 15 or so years and you jump into the mainframe head first. Did you expect to know how to do things from the inside right away? Your character has never done that before. He doesn't know how to be 'god'."

"eh....I guess you're right." Abel tucked the script under his arm and saw Ragatha walking by with Jax. "Oh hey, you two alright? That was some intense stunt work today."

"I'm fine, dear. Don't you worry. Jax, however is-" Ragatha was cut off by Jax hurling into the barf bag. "...not doing so good."

Jax groaned, "The world is spinning in the wrong direction."

"And you said you could do your own stunts." Ragatha patted Jax on the back. "I'm taking you to the on-site medic for some help. You need to sit down. See you later Abel, Gummigoo." She waved to her co-stars and escorted Jax away.

"Crikey, I'd hate to be him right now." Gummigoo shook his head.

"Yeah...so, anyway, I also wanted to ask: HOW have you been able to hide your Australian accent the entire time you're me? You sound so different." Abel wondered.

Gummigoo laughed. "Lots of practice and American movies."

~

Kinger was a little sore from today. The crashes were a bit more intense than originally intended. But, without complaint, he made his way to wardrobe to change, where he came across Loo. "Oh, hello, Loo. Did you have fun today?"

Loo pouted, "No...I didn't even have a line this episode. I feel like I've been on the story less and less. My character feels so...useless."

Kinger sat next to her. "We don't know what's coming next. I'm sure the Author will figure something out. She's one of the most passionate directors I've ever worked with, and I've been doing this for a long time."

Loo sniffed and wiped her face. "I think she should just kill off my character and let me go home. I'm not needed here."

"Hey," Kinger said gently, taking her hand. "Yes, you are. Every character is important, even the background ones. They flesh out the story and give the audience different perspectives on character struggles throughout the plot."

"What about Bubble? They left after episode 12, and I haven't seen them-"

"Bubble's on hiatus. They had to be written out for a bit. Nothing to do with how useful they are. Don't compare your performance to the others. The sooner you stop doing that, the better off you'll be in this industry."

"...okay..."

"You're young, beautiful, talented and hard working. You'll go far, I just know it." Kinger gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Thanks." Loo wasn't fully convinced, but she was grateful Kinger was trying.

~

"What do you mean you haven't heard back!?" Gangle screeched angrily into her phone at her agent. "I am a Shakespearean trained actor! I have a repertoire longer than all these other actors combined!! Well, maybe not Kinger, BUT STILL!! How have you come up with nothing!? You have 48 hours to find me a new offer or you're FIRED!!"

Gangle almost threw her phone. She couldn't believe it. Years of training and child acting and this backwater TV show was all she had for work. She could do SO much better than this. She DESERVED better than this.

She dialed a new number with tears in her eyes. "...mom? The agent you got me is useless! I'm still stuck with the TV show! I-...yes, it's popular or whatever, BUT I'M NOT THE MAIN STAR! I auditioned for the lead role and I got side-charactered! It's not fair!!" Gangle whined and cried, pulling the bow out of her hair in frustration.

~

Zooble was about to leave for the day, but was flagged down by the Author. "Hey, what's up?"

"A lot, Zooble." The Author sighed. "I need to touch base with you about your role in the next episode. Have you seen makeup and wardrobe about-"

"Oh, yeah, I have. They got the latex molds done. My new look should be done by time you're ready to film my scenes."

"Excellent. Best news I've heard all week."

"You look like you could use a drink." Zooble half joked.

"I really could, but I can't. I have too many projects that require my attention. My producers for Unseen are breathing down my neck for the next script. Not to mention co-witing for the Time Capsule and Harlequin shows. Sometimes I have time for spinoff scripts. Those are fun." The Author runs her hand through her hair.

"Wow. Maybe you're taking on too many projects at once? Take a break. Have a drink."

"....maybe. Once I get-" The Author's phone rang. "Excuse me." She stepped away and answered. "Hello?"

A smooth male voice came though. "I read the script. The answer's yes."

The Author could dance in place. "That's wonderful! I'll have the other drafts sent your way. Thank you for calling me yourself. Your agent was rather uppity about letting me even offer the role to you."

The man chuckled lightly. "He's a card. No, I like this a lot. You can count me in. In fact, I'd very much like to discuss my role in person. Are you available tonight?"

The Author almost dropped her stuff. "I am now."

[happypotato48]

Century of Love EP 5-6 Unhinged Tangent Thoughts

Get your tin foil hats and clown makeups ready besties, cause this circus is about to get messy. hold on to your butts and let's gooooo!

Least surprising "reveal" in history of TV. everybody saw this coming and thank god the show didn't make a big deal out of it.

Oh hi ironfist you better serve some cunty action tonight.

Ok now this is what i wanted thank you mr. stunt man. sorry daou you're good but not this good.

*No dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts*

this bitch been reward with a caring man after a misdemeanor attempted. Nu Wu really says be gay do crime huh.

I'm not going gaga over this man cause i'm a new blood bl watcher so this is my first time with this actor but dang, this man in doctor coat is doing it for me.

San you nerd you need to move on from this one moment in your live already, not adding shits to it.

We stan this unbothered king. i'm a sucker for jealousy because i'm trash like that. but seriously i loved that the show made Wee reacted to all of it with 'meh'.

Hey, stalking is one from of family bonding.

The title of the book is ฟ้าลิขิต Fahlikit (Fah = heaven, likit = script) so yeah it's means fate/destiny but written by heaven is thematically more fitting.

Yeah someone with no memory of and lives different than whose ever soul they inherited is by every mean a different person.

I'm trash so this is doing so much to me idc how nonvalid or toxic this stance is. i'm all for it.

A bit on the nose but fuck it this is a BL, who careeee!

And now to EP 6.

เล่นหูเล่นตาไม่ดูอายุตัวเองเลยนะอากง.

Homophobic grandpapa has evolved into พระเอก BL grandpapa. good for him.

Don't worry gramp. kids these days are kinda into that.

As a person whose rode his first rollercoaster two months ago and felt almost nothing. i can say that i'm a certified badass or idk maybe i'm dead inside :P

Look i know a lot of people don't like love triangle but as resident garbage gobbler. having two men fighting over me is my ultimate fantasy.

This man really go from ew no homo to give me that booty in 5 seconds huh. i liked it, he's too old to be muddling for too long.

Big applause to the costume department. cause whose ever put daou in that deserve a raise.

งานเต้นรำในคืนพระจันทร์เต็มดวง! this show really coming for my gay heart.

Someone call the ambulance this scene gonna give me a หัวใจ Y. OMG this short and the side and full boobies are everything! i can't.

It's the noses thing, i love the noses thing!

Go make some new memories and stop try to relive your old life old man.

Welcome to this century mr. late boomer bisexual.

One thoery down, i don't think grandma here is Wad reincarnated.

Her smile is kinda creepy anyone noticed that or it is just me :P anyways DRAMA!!!

This BL lakorn contuning to be excellence and i'm all in team Wee is not Wad gang. cause thematically feels more satisfied to me but in the end idc who is who. i just want to see the drama and angst unfold in the most spectacular and i have faith that this show will delivered.

[ofmdrecaps]

08/24/2024 - 08/25/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Gypsy Taylor; Kristian Nairn; Nathan Foad; Madeleine Sami; Nat Torres; Minnie Driver; Vico Ortiz; GalaxyCon San Jose Video; Adopt Our Crew Anniversary Notifs; Fan Spotlight; Cast Cards; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Today's Taika;

== Rhys Darby ==

So Rhys IS actually in the Rhett & Link Wonderhole episode-- as a narrator! You can check him out starting at 16:55 (Thank you @follows-the-bees for sharing the exact time for Rhys! <3)

== Gypsy Taylor ==

Great news!! Gypsy Taylor and Catherine Martin ended up winning the Best Costume Design For A Television Production Award with APDGuild! The cast and crew were so supportive in sending her love as well. Look at how proud she it <3 She deserves it!

Source: Gypsy Taylor's Instagram

== Kristian Nairn ==

Kristian added to his post on the Beyond The Crown Signing-- that he'll also be doing an event with Forbidden Plan in the UK!

Source: Kristian Nairn's Twitter

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan out at the Monkey Barrel Comedy Club!

Source: Nathan Foad's Instagram Stories

== Madeleine Sami ==

More Double Parked BTS with Mads! and a silly vid of Mads and her costar Antonia Prebble on a plane-- heyyyy what show is that?

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A post shared by Antonia Prebble (@antonia_prebble)

Source: Livsparker Instagram

== Vico Ortiz ==

Vico is going to be joining the crew at The Republic Of Pirates on November 22-24 in Heathrow-- and they set out a very important question for everyone-- what pirate should they dress up as?

Source: Vico's Instagram Stories

Now, guess who happened to respond to Vico's question out on Twitter as well?

Source: Vico's Twitter

== Nat Torres ==

Nat was also posting some OFMD related content on their stories.

Source: Nat Torres Instagram

== Minnie Driver ==

Our dear Anne Bonny is done with surfing for a while <3

Source: Minnie Driver's Instagram Stories

== More GalaxyCon SanJose ==

@adoptourcrew was able to share some film of the OFMD Panel from GalaxyCon SanJose on their Instagram Reels! This is of the guest kid who was dressed as Izzy coming up on stage.

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A post shared by Adopt Our Crew (@adoptourcrew)

Source: Adopt Our Crew Instagram

== Adopt Our Crew Anniversary Notifs ==

I love that our friends over at @adoptourcrew are reminding us of some pretty iconic tweets from Chaos Dad.

Source: Adopt Our Crew Instagram

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Cast Cards =

Tonight's cast cards from the fabulous @melvisik are Ashlee Fidow one of the Stunt performers, and Kerrin Jackson, the Assistant Makeup Department Head!

Source: Melvisik's Twitter

= Our Flag Means FanFiction =

New episode of Our Flag Means Fanfiction! This time, they interview some of the fans who got to go to The Live Cryptid Factor Shows! Wanna check out the latest episode? Visit: OFMFF's Linktree!

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey there Lovelies. I'm behind again, what's new? Life is hard sometimes and no matter how much we want to be able to be caught up with what we need to, it just doesn't always work out the way we plan. Society has told us for so long we have to be perfect. Society tells us there's no room for error. But you know what? Life is messy. I don't know what each and every one of you deals with in a day-- and vice versa. Life is complicated, and busy, and best laid plans barely ever go the way they should. Add children, or pets, or family into the mix and it's even messier.

I appreciate all your patience with me, and for all your patience with all the other things in your life that don't always go to plan. It's frustrating at times, but I know eventually things will slow down and look up, and I hope all that happens for you sooner rather than later. Life is messy, but wonderful regardless. I hope it treats you well this week, lovelies. Sending hugs <3

== Daily Darby / Today's Taika ==

I just really needed them today so here they are. Thank you as always to the gif-master @ofmd-ann <3

[mutant-chain-reaction]

In the case of character dynamics, Don's and Mikey's archetypes tend to be considered the opposite of Raph's and Leo's - brain vs brawn, comic relief vs leadership.

Yet something I find fascinating about the turtles in the 2003 series is how Donatello and Michelangelo naturally display what are considered Raphael's and Leonardo's best ninja-student traits respectively.

In the team, Raphael's best asset is considered his strength. Leonardo is a model ninja, his movements calculated and perfect. While presumably all four of the turtles routinely work out and obviously practice their ninjutsu, Raphael is shown as the most physically inclined and working out, exercising his strength, and Leonardo is teased for his perfect ninjutsu techniques while arguably being the closest to Splinter.

Yet, Donatello has demonstrated amazing physical strength in the series (detailed a bit in this thread here). He shines as the brains of the group, but he's right behind Raphael when it comes to strength and daredevil stunts. Despite Raphael saving/watching Donatello's back multiple times throughout the series, Donatello has his own reckless side as well, particularly when his curiosity gets the better of him.

Season 3's episode "H.A.T.E." has Don setting fire to a trail of oil to a car, making it explode to scare off the bad guys of the episode. When Raph and Don are racing after the dude with a nuclear bomb, Raph tells Don to jump from their vehicle to the van carrying the bomb:

Raph: "This is where you get off."

Don: "Since when am I supposed to do the crazy stuff? That’s your department, Raph."

Raph: "Just go!"

And Don does. He has no problem literally pushing buttons on unknown machines to help him figure things out, and has the physical strength to protect himself and others if need be. If he wasn't counted on so much for his mental prowess, he very well could be right on the front lines of the physical fights with Raphael.

When it comes to their ninjutsu techniques, Leonardo is considered the teacher's pet and works hard to perfect his forms. He takes his role as leader seriously and deserves the position.

If Michelangelo happened to apply his talent more, however, I have no doubt he would surpass Leonardo when it comes to ninjutsu.

There are so many examples of Mikey's natural talent -- the Big Brawl, causing mass confusion during the Triceratops invasions, outwitting Mr. Touch and Mr. Go -- that it is almost frustrating to see some of the episodes where his brothers dismiss his plans and ideas because he is the resident goofball. He has fantastic planning skills and the enthusiasm to execute them (Turtle Titan, anyone?).

Typically, if the turtles have to split up, it's Leo and Raph together and Don and Mikey together (indeed, there was a TMNT 2012 episode that highlighted the pairings as "Team A" and "Team B" respectively), but I would have loved to see more team-ups of Raph and Don together and Leo and Mikey together -- Team Reckless and Team Planners.

Of course, their personalities help each turtle cement their role in their group - Don wouldn't be Don if he was a brawler rather than genius, and Mikey wouldn't be as optimistic if he was more in a leadership position. This is just a nature vs nurture dynamic with the four turtles that I find interesting.

[thatgirlinskullz]

The Acolyte SPOILER THOUGHTS after the s1 finale

okay, now that the season is over, i guess i can try and sum up my thoughts on the show overall..

is it a perfect show? absolutely not. but what Star Wars is perfect? NONE OF IT. and i say that as someone who LOVES all the star war i've consumed so far.

wonky dialogue and delivery IS an essential part of sw at this point, starting with the originals and don't even try to argue with that. no point. but we love sw anyway, right? because of the overall story, the characters and the messages it tries to convey.

so yes, the acolyte does have some weird dialogue in parts, delivery is not always perfect, seems a little.. unnatural? might be the best word i can use for it.

there's also pacing issues, which can mostly be attributed to the UNBELIEVABLY SHORT episode runtimes.. most episodes were 30-35 minutes EXCUSE ME???? of course they can't fit in story, character moments and scenes that set up the world/environment they're in. omg that annoyed me so much. establishing shots have ALWAYS been a huge part of sw, showing the scenery, the sky, multiple suns or moons, showing space, the area in which our characters will appear, showing the animals and people of the planet, etc. that has always been important to make the galaxy feel real and lived-in, but this time, with the short runtimes, unfortunately it all feels like wasted time, that we could instead be spending with our characters and progressing the story. and i kinda hate that. don't get me wrong, i loved all the establishing shots but i couldn't help but feel like "damn, move along, i wanna see the story, we only have 10 more minutes left". and i think that's one of the biggest issues with the show. not the wonky lines or their deliveries, but how it feels like it didn't get enough time to shine, and some parts feel unnecessary, while others feel rushed. and i'm about 90% sure that this is NOT on the writers but the executives who only gave them 8x 35min episodes....

but i don't want to just focus on the """bad""", because the show IS GOOD!! firstly, all the actors are gorgeous, talented people, and imo gave the best performances they could given all the above as their circumstances, i wouldn't be surprised if some of the deliveries felt off because cuts were made. the actors all embodied their characters fully, they made you fall in love with them right away, and THAT is an accomplishment.

Lee Jung-Jae is a phenomenal actor, who stole my heart immediately as Sol, and i was 100% convinced he's like Qui-Gon, BOY WAS I WRONG. but he made me believe in him, and love him. all his lines carried so much weight, because he IS JUST THAT GOOD! he sold me on Sol with his first minute on screen and i didn't want to believe he could ever do anything wrong. I loved this character and Lee Jung-Jae's portrayal deserves awards imo.

Amandla Stenberg has been someone i've admired for years now, they are such a talent, so underrated and underutilized in film. they can evoke such emotion with just one look, it still blows me away. i really like both Mae and Osha, tho i wish they had more time together so we could have seen more of their dynamic, instead of just misunderstandings, fights and running away from each other - but i guess that's part of their dynamic too. Amandla did a great job with the emotional scenes AND the fights (tho i'm never sure when it's them or a stunt person), and i can't wait to see more of Mae and Osha's story. I am so happy Amandla is in SW.

Manny Jacinto is one of the most beautiful men on this planet, AND he's talented, and i am so happy people are finally realizing it! he pulls you in no matter what version of his character he's playing. he just makes you want to know more and spend more time with his character, and i find that incredible. The costume department also knew what they were doing cuz DAMN that outfit showing those arms and his physique. DAYUMMM. (i'm sorry) I don't think i've had such high interest in a dark side user since Maul, and that's saying something. i really hope to see more of Qimir in SW and Manny Jacinto in more films/big shows because HE IS SO GOOODDD. he deserves the recognition he's finally getting 100%!!!

some other things i loved about the show that are very spoilery:

more force witches because the nightsisters can't be the only ones!!

the returning idea of twins, possibly a force dyad.. love how twins are utilized throughout sw, kind of showing the duality of a person in a more physical way.

the use of "a certain point of view" was incredible in this show. i loved how they showed different perspectives of the same events, and how they emphasized that the jedi are not always the "good guys" if you're looking at it from the outside. i dont think this undermines anything about the jedi, only expands on the idea of the jedi imo.

a wookie jedi swinging a lightsaber -- we've only seen Gungi until now as far as i know, so having Kelnacca actually do stuff, (even if not exactly the way i wanted it to happen), was such an amazing experience. GIVE MORE WOOKIES LIGHTSABERS PLEASE!!

bleeding the kyber crystals. OMG I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FOR SO LONG and it was beautiful. they did such an amazing job with putting it on screen. what a time to be a sw fan.

lightsaber throwing!!!! OMG THAT'S MY MOVE IN ALL THE GAMES!!! no, but seriously, that's such a cool thing to see in a canon sw show, i don't think we've seen a lot of lightsaber throwing in sw outside of the games, and it was so fun to see on screen!

lightwhip?! hellooo??!! i really wanna see more of it, and i wanna learn how and why it exists and how it works (i guess i need to read the books, huh?)

a variety of saber designs for all the jedi to signify their personalities and styles, AND cool-ass lightsabers like Qimir's???? omg that was was a really good design, how he could pull it apart into a big and small saber.

possible plagueis cameo??? idk if its him but damn that was cool. would be a shame if we didn't get a s2....

yoda in high republic era???!!! i knew it would just be a cameo, and i knew it would be right at the end, but it was still nice to see his lil green head

i've had the whole day to process the episode and think this over, but overall, despite its issues i loved this show.

i think they had some really great ideas, amazing actors and costumes and sets, the only problem is, the show was not given enough time. and i don't know what the problem was - highly doubt the writers or showrunner wanted it this way but i could be wrong.

i think this story, this era in SW has a lot of potential, and if/when we get a season 2 i really hope the creatives are given more freedom and more time to delve into more aspects of the world and characters. this COULD BE one of the greatest Star Wars stories IF given enough care and time. idk if it will be. so far so good, in my opinion, but there's definitely room for improvement, and i just hope they will take all the actual valid criticism from the actual fans, and make this a SW story that will live on for generations.

anyway, I LOVE STAR WARS

i did not come here to fight or argue, so if you don't agree or don't like the show, good for you, just let others enjoy it and share their opinions.

be nice to each other please.

and watch more star wars.

[twh-news]

‘Loki’ Co-Star Ke Huy Quan on How ‘The Goonies’ Inspired His Character and Tom Hiddleston’s Acting Advice

SPOILER ALERT: This story includes discussion of major plot developments on “Loki,” which is currently streaming on Disney+.

Roughly 20 minutes after the news broke that the 118-day SAG-AFTRA strike had concluded, the first email I received from an actor’s publicist was for Ke Huy Quan. That’s how enthusiastic the recent Oscar-winning star of “Everything Everywhere All at Once” was to talk about his role on “Loki,” the Marvel Studios series for Disney+ that just wrapped up its second season. When he signs on to our Zoom chat for the interview, his face is beaming. 

“I’ve waited a long time to talk about ‘Loki,’” he says. “Like, talking to you right now gives me a lot of joy.”

Quan plays Ouroboros, or “OB,” the head (and seemingly the sole employee) of the Repairs and Advancement Department of the Time Variance Authority — basically, the one person responsible for keeping the TVA’s machinery running. Quan is the most high profile new addition to the cast, which includes Tom Hiddleston in the title role and Owen Wilson as the TVA operative Mobius, and he was anxious at first about joining such a well-regarded show for its second season.

“They already have this camaraderie going on, this beautiful relationship,” he says. “So coming in, I was a bit intimidated. I didn’t know how I would fit in. From the get go, I felt this warmth, this beautiful acceptance with everybody’s wide open arms. They brought me in, and I felt right at home. It was wonderful.”

Quan rarely stops smiling as he talks about how his performances as a child in 1984’s “Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom” and 1985’s “The Goonies” informed his experience making “Loki,” how Marvel Studios’ films took him back into his childhood — and how Hiddleston guided him through mastering O.B.’s dense technical dialogue.

How has it been for you to not be able to talk about this performance?

When I got the role of Ouroboros, we were in London for four months shooting and I couldn’t tell anybody. I couldn’t tell my family. The only people who knew was my wife, my entertainment attorney — which is my “Goonies” brother — and my agents. We had the most amazing time, and I was so proud of it. I would fantasize about being all over the place with Tom and Owen and my “Loki” family to talk about it.

And then all of a sudden, Hollywood shuts down. It reminded me of when I got the movie of a lifetime, “Everything Everywhere All at Once,” I finished that with one day to go, and the entire world shuts down [in the pandemic]. But of course, the strike was very important for our union. I’m very proud of the work that they did. And I’m also super happy now that it’s over and “Loki” gets to have the celebration it deserves.

I want to go way back to “X-Men,” because you worked on the stunt team on that movie after you’d basically stopped acting, and that’s when you first met Kevin Feige.

Ah! He was an associate producer at that time, and I was just an assistant action choreographer. It was right after I graduated from USC Film School. I was really nervous, because I didn’t know if I would have a career behind the camera and I was really grateful when I got the call from Corey Yuen, who was the action director on “X-Men.” When I walked on set, I was just blown away. I met this young man and he had this vast knowledge of this universe, and he was so willing and so passionate to talk to me about it. Because I didn’t know a lot about Marvel. I loved Kevin Feige right away and, of course, many years later, when he became this huge producer at Marvel, I always wanted to work with him, but I didn’t know in what capacity. We would see each other once in a long while. Little did I know that 23 years later, we get to work together. I’m just so thrilled.

Did you develop a better sense of Marvel after you worked on “X-Men”?

Well, I was very focused on being on being the action choreographer. When that movie was over, I went on and did other stuff. It was not until Kevin Feige made the first movie, “Iron Man,” and I went to see it and I was just blown away by how entertaining, how fun, it was. I watched every single [Marvel Studios] movie that came out thereafter and became a huge fan of this universe. I know a little bit about this universe, but I can’t say I’m as knowledgeable as Kevin. But I really enjoy these movies. My family are huge fans.

What made you excited to watch them?

I grew up in an era where you go into movies like “Back to the Future,” “Indiana Jones” — all those fun summer blockbuster movies, those big event movies. Those were my happy memories. Going to watch a Marvel movie reminded me of my childhood. Those movies are meant to be shared with a mass audience, that communal experience in a movie theater with 1,000 people. I just love them.

“Loki” head writer Eric Martin told me that he based Ouroboros on family members of his who were tinkerers. How did you develop a character for yourself? What did you draw off to bring that character to life?

When I first read the script, I instantly fell in love with Ouroboros. You can see who this character is right away — his quirkiness, his humor, his passion for his job jumps right out of the page. In the process of trying to fine tune how I want to play him, something dawned on me. I realized that this character is familiar to me. I think I know who he is. I have to go back 35 years ago, when I play Data on “The Goonies.” 

So many fans have come up to me, and the most asked question was, “Will there be a ‘Goonies 2’? And what is Data doing as an adult?” This character of Ouroboros is kind of my answer to that. I view him as a variant of Data. What’s really interesting is, on my first day, I’m in full hair and makeup and costume. I’m walking to the Ouroboros set. They built this amazing set on the second biggest stage at Pinewood Studios. I look up and I see the name of the stage is “Roger Moore.” Now as we all know, Data loves James Bond. The character 007 inspires him tremendously. So I feel like there’s some cosmic connections to this character and Data. Playing him was one of the greatest experiences I’ve had. 

OB has a lot of technical dialogue. How did you master that?

It was hard! Adam, I’m telling you, it was not easy! In the beginning, I kept messing up my lines. My character is responsible for a lot of the exposition. So it would just be pages and pages of dialogue. I didn’t understand, what is the “temporal loom”? What is the “throughput multiplier”? I could barely say it in the beginning. I had to ask [executive producer] Kevin Wright: “You have to show me what it is.” I have to visualize it in my head in order for me to say this dialogue. So he showed me visuals. There was a miniature model of the temporal loom. 

I even asked Tom Hiddleston. In Episode 6, he was just spitting out that dialogue at 100 miles per hour. I was blown away by his performance. I said, “Tom, how do you do that?” It comes so naturally for him. He talked about his method. He showed me how to do it. And of course, you know, I practiced it, and it worked. 

What did he teach you?

Well, I mean, there’s no secret to it. It’s really looking at the dialogue and reading it very, very slowly the first few times, and then as you become more comfortable with it, then you start picking it up. It’s just that repetition, but start very slow. I do the opposite. I jump right in and I’ll practice it as if I will be saying it in camera. But his process is just start very slow and familiarize yourself with every single word. That’s the method that I’ve been using ever since.

After having seen every movie in the MCU, what was the experience of stepping inside one of their projects?

One thing that really surprised me was, when I heard people talk about these movies, they always said, you know, “There’s always a lot of visual effects, a lot of blue screens.” On “Loki,” it was a practical set. Everything was built. The only blue screen that we had was outside the window in the temporal loom chamber. Everything inside was practically built. We could touch it, we could see it, we could step on it. And it was incredible. It also brought me back to the days when we shot “Goonies” and “Indiana Jones.” All those were practical sets as well.

The season ends with Loki becoming the god of stories and in effect sacrificing himself to bring order to the multiverse. What did it feel like to be on the inside of that revelation?

We didn’t get access to Episode 6 until later on. When I read it, I was blown away, because it was not the direction I was expecting. I got so emotional because the character arc of Loki is one of the most beautiful arcs I’ve seen in cinema history. He started 14 years ago as a selfish villain, and to end at the Episode 6 of “Loki” Season 2, how he made this tremendous sacrifice without recognition. Nobody knows he did this, except the team. Nobody on the sacred timeline knows that he’s given up his freedom, he’s given up all these wants and needs, to be on that throne and hold everything together. That is just beautiful. I just love it. I just think it’s so poetic and so beautiful. It’s a perfect ending to a perfect character.

How much of an indication has Marvel given you about OB’s future in the MCU?

I haven’t had any conversations. I love OB. I love playing him. It makes me so happy that the audience is responding to this character. When I first got the call from Kevin Feige and he asked me to come join the MCU family, I asked him, “Is this a one-time thing? Or are we going to be able to see more of him?” Because I loved him on the pages. And he says, “Ke, we always give what the fans want.”

So I hope the fans like OB enough and I want to see him in more MCU movies and television shows. We will find out, but no, I haven’t had any discussions with anybody yet.

[thesakuragarnet]

Light As A Feather

Summary: After secretly dating for half a year, Toya is finally ready to give all of himself to his more experienced Pro Hero partner. (Another oneshot in my Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks AU timeline)

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Non-Spicy Tags: smut, DabiHawks, Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks, swearing, making out, fluff, secret relationship, hella intimacy

Word Count: 3,671 words

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Five hundred and eighty days. That’s how long Toya Todoroki had been friends with Keigo Takami. The last two hundred and something of those days, they’d been dating in secret. Finally, Toya’s ready. 

Keigo has been overwhelmingly patient, respecting even the most strict of Toya’s boundaries. Keigo had plenty of experience…Toya had next to none…primarily because he refused to allow himself to be vulnerable…but also because he tended to push away any sort of romantic relationship in the past. Keigo was different. Their connection was just…different. Toya couldn’t articulate it properly any other way. He was just simply different. There was no pressure. No unnecessary dramatics. No guilting. Keigo was willing to go at whatever pace Toya felt most comfortable. They didn’t go past making out until three months in, and it was still a lot to get used to. No one had ever touched him in this way before. No one had ever seen Toya in an intimate light before. No one had ever made him feel so fucking alive. 

He’d be lying to himself if he said it all came so easy. With his parents’ rocky relationship, Toya never had any real role models in the romance department…or even intimacy and love at the bare minimum. Keigo practically introduced him to another world. A world that Toya thought he’d never be a part of…that he didn’t deserve to be a part of. Before Kei, his life was his work… a social worker at the Musutafu Child Safety Services Agency, getting kids out of situations that they should never find themselves in. Since he couldn’t be a hero, this was the option that made the most sense. Funny enough, now he’s dating the Number Two Pro Hero of Japan…albeit in secret. His whole family, other than his sister, was still unaware that he had a partner; he shivered at how his Dad would react. Thus, Hawks only ever snuck over to Toya’s apartment, managing to outwit the press and the paparazzi. But…for tonight…Hawks invited Toya over to his place. After spending months exploring one another’s bodies, Toya told Hawks he was ready to have sex. Not blowing each other. Not jacking each other off. Sex sex. Or, at least, that’s how he embarrassingly phrased it over the phone to Toya’s own chagrin. Hawks never seemed to acknowledge his awkward way of explaining things. He just simply smiled and nodded without a care in the world. 

Part of Toya wonders if this whole thing is a fluke. Some stunt with Endeavor’s eldest rebel who takes Quirk meds so he doesn’t turn himself to ashes in some PR turn. But…if that were true…he wouldn’t have kept Toya’s promise to keep their relationship out of the public eye. It’s been long enough. Toya’s doubtless…and hopelessly down bad. He’d sell his soul for the Pro if he asked at this point…though he knows he’d never put him in that position. They were planning on going public soon. After all, Toya was introducing him to his parents in a week. 

Toya stands in front of his steamy bathroom mirror with a towel wrapped around his waist and a toothbrush in his mouth, water still dripping from his hair. He’s so nervous that he can’t even tell anymore if he’s shaking or not. The phone call that started all this had been relatively short. It took Toya all week to finally decide he was ready; he’d been on the edge about it, sleeping on it, talking to himself in the mirror to psych himself up for the conversation…and, of course, Keigo brought up a point that he honestly hadn’t considered. 

…

Earlier.

“So…uh…I hate to phrase it like this, T…but… how do you wanna do it?”

“What do you mean?”

Awkward silence. 

“Kei? You still there?”

“Who is fucking who?” Keigo blurts, and Toya blushes beet red. 

“Uh-I-I don’t care really,” He stutters, running all his words together, and he can practically feel Keigo’s eyes narrowing in his tone. 

“T…this is your first time. Don’t bullshit me,” Keigo says flatly before sighing, “I just want to make you as comfortable as possible. Personally, I don’t have a preference.”

‘Does that mean he’s done both?’ Toya’s mind wanders for a bit before he vigorously shakes his head. He has a bad habit of comparing himself to Keigo’s past lovers…even though, truthfully, he has no idea who they were. 

“We still don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. Please, don’t feel pressured, babe. You can always change your mind,” Keigo reassures through the phone. Toya takes a deep breath. 

“Could…could I bottom?”

…

The flight to Kyushu by plane was about two hours, but Hawks had apparently pulled some strings, so much so that Toya had a fucking limo pick him up. Toya’s heart is practically beating out of his chest. He’d worn his nicest black button-up that he could find with slacks and the shoes he normally wore to the office, but something in his mind was still nagging. What if he did something wrong? What if Keigo suddenly changed his mind? He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, trying to divert his attention from his anxious thoughts. It’s just sex. It shouldn’t be so complicated. Right? 

The car slows to a stop, and Toya’s heart skips a beat. He thanks the driver as he steps out, and, suddenly, he’s face-to-face with Hawks’ impressive Hero Agency. He looks around, his mouth suddenly dry, but little to no one seems to be out this late. Granted, it’s eight o’clock in the evening on a Sunday. Part of him was worried Hawks’ fans would be swarming the front, but there’s only a few people going about their business up and down the sidewalks. Toya runs a hand through his snow-white hair as he steps forward and walks in the front door. 

Instantly, the lobby atmosphere changes on a dime. It’s flocking with sidekicks and interns shuffling papers and going over schedules, but, when Toya walks in, the door closing behind him, all eyes are suddenly turned in his direction. Toya blinks, internally panicking. 

“Endeavor’s son is the reason for the NDA?” One of the sidekicks whispers within earshot, and a chill runs down Toya’s spine. 

‘He had his sidekicks sign an NDA?’

The white-haired man gulps as he walks toward the golden elevator that Kei told him to use, feeling extremely uncomfortable under the starry-eyed stares. He steps into the elevator with legs that feel like jelly before he presses the button for the top floor. The doors close, and faint Taylor Swift plays over the speakers, putting Toya at ease as he shakes his head and laughs to himself. 

Ding!

Toya straightens up as the elevator comes to a stop, and the doors open, revealing a small hallway with a simple blue door at the end. 

“Okay…okay…I can do this,” Toya mutters under his breath as he strides toward the door. He inhales sharply before raising his fist to knock. Before he can make contact, the door swings open. 

“ There’s my handsome boyfriend,” Keigo sings sweetly, cupping Toya’s cheek with his hand and wrapping the other around his waist. Before Toya can blink, Keigo’s sweet lips are pressing against his, and he melts into the familiar embrace. The kiss is innocent but deep and full of passion. It ends almost as quickly as it began. Keigo pulls back, looking his boyfriend up and down with a soft, genuine smile. 

“You look nice,” He beams, gesturing to Toya’s outfit. Toya takes in the scene before him. Keigo isn’t dressed up like he is…not by a longshot. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that leave little to the imagination and a black compression T-shirt that shows off every rippling curve of his muscles… so many muscles. 

Toya tries to tear his eyes away from his lover’s bulging biceps as he puts his hands on his hips, subtly flexing them, but his attention is brought elsewhere when the scent of cinnamon and roses reaches his nose. Keigo steps to the side, moving his broad crimson wings out of the way and folding them inward. A soft gasp leaves Toya’s lips. His penthouse is incredible. There’s a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling above a glass table with a red velvet couch. The floors are marble, and the walls are painted a very pale sky blue. Several small caramel-colored candles sit on the table, tiny wisps of flame burning brightly and making the sweet scents sift throughout the room. The lights are dimmed, shrouding the darkened penthouse in a soft amber hue mixing with the flamelight. Toya’s heart stutters in his chest when he sees the trail of rose petals behind Keigo, leading down the hallway…most certainly to the Pro Hero’s bedroom. 

“Shall we?” Keigo smirks slyly, flashing his brilliant white teeth as he holds his arm out for Toya. Sweat beads on the back of Toya’s neck as he tentatively clutches Keigo’s arm, kicking his shoes off at the door, and the Pro leads him down the hallway. 

“So…what…how is this gonna go?” Toya stumbles over his words, his heart pounding so hard against his ribcage that he’s worried it might fracture. Keigo grins, his golden eyes sparkling in the dimmed light as they stop in front of his closed bedroom door. 

“However you want it to. I figured we’d just snuggle up and watch that pirate show you won’t stop talking about,” Keigo offers calmly, giving him a chaste kiss on his cheek. 

“ Our Flag Means Death ? That’s all you wanna do? Watch that?” Toya mutters absentmindedly, staring blankly at his partner. Keigo shrugs as he puts his hand on the doorknob, and Toya blurts:

“Aren’t we fucking tonight?”

Keigo pauses. “Let’s just see where things go. I’ll let you tell me what you’re ready for when you’re ready for it.” 

“I thought that’s what my phone call to you was for,” Toya grumbles.

“T…It’s your first time. I don’t see any need to rush into anything. I want this to be good for you, okay?” Keigo sighs as he pushes the door open. Toya’s never seen Keigo’s bedroom. Not in its entirety at least. He’s seen glimpses through the pictures Kei has sent him before, but it’s absolutely incredible. The bed is huge ; probably to accommodate Hawks’ wings when they’re fully spread. It’s at least a California King with a fluffy silver comforter that looks so delicately smooth and soft. The pillows are the same shade as Kei’s feathers, neatly arranged in a U shape angling out from the dark mahogany headboard, almost like a nest. An enormous flat-screen TV hangs on the wall opposite the bed. The room smells just as divine as the rest of the penthouse, and the lighting is soft and romantic. Toya’s palms feel overwhelmingly clammy as he walks past Kei, who closes the door behind them.

…

…

“OH MY GOD!” 

“OH MY GOD!” 

“THAT WAS SO GOOD!”

“HOW LONG UNTIL THE NEXT EPISODE???”

“Kei, you haven’t even seen season one,” Toya laughs as he closes out of episode three of season two.

“I DON’T CARE! THAT WAS SO GOOD!” Keigo Takami squeals, wings fluttering as he holds his hands against his cheeks. Toya can’t help but feel warmth bloom in his chest when he sees the sparkles in his lover’s eyes. Time seems to slow for a few minutes, and the room is silent save for the sound of their breathing. 

“Well…,” Toya mumbles, voice lilting off into a faded whisper as he interlocks his fingers with Hawks’. “What do we do now?”

The Pro Hero’s smile turns from ecstatic to a sly smirk, and he squeezes his partner’s hand. Hawks climbs on top of Toya, looming over him and placing his hands on either side of his head, palms flat against the headboard. Toya feels his heart skip a beat, and then, Kei is kissing him. It’s achingly intentional, their lips fitting together like a perfect puzzle piece. Toya’s eyelids flutter shut, and he feels Keigo’s feathers caress the sides of his face, cupping it the same way his hand would. It tickles slightly, but the soft vanes feel tender and intimate on his skin. Toya hums softly in satisfaction, and he shudders when Keigo’s tongue gently prods against his lip. He opens his mouth enough for Keigo to French kiss him, and a groan rumbles from his throat as their tongues teasingly play with one another. His hands reach up to run through Kei’s blonde locks, combing through the tangles with ease and silently begging for more passion. 

“I love you,” Keigo whispers, pulling back just enough to get his words out before sloppily connecting their lips once again in a heated kiss. 

“I love you, too,” Toya echoes just as passionately between hasty lip locks. He feels Keigo shifting in the bed, putting his legs on the outside of Toya’s and slightly sitting on Toya’s thighs. A weak moan muffles in Toya’s throat through the intense kisses, and he feels lust stirring deep within. Finally, Hawks pulls back, a string of saliva still linking their lips before he practically pounces, sinking his teeth into the side of Toya’s neck. 

“ Fuck ,” Toya gasps, his voice low and raspy as he cranes his neck for Keigo to get a better angle. His breath staggers when he feels Keigo’s hands at his chest, frantically unbuttoning his shirt until he’s fully exposed. Suddenly, warm calloused hands are massaging his pecs, and Toya has to stop himself from moaning like a porn star at the unexpected touch. Keigo sucks on his collarbone, tongue tracing against pale flesh as he firmly rubs slow circles on his lover’s chest. He thumbs at Toya’s nipples, and the white-haired man practically dissolves. 

“ Kei ,” Toya moans, flexing into the touch. Keigo’s lips slowly travel down his neck, past his collarbone, between his pecs, and Toya shivers in pleasure. Keigo’s tongue drags across his skin, giving Toya goosebumps. Toya sighs in an uncharacteristically high-pitched whimper as Hawks kisses his body, traveling lower past his ribs and down his stomach. Toya’s uncomfortably hard in his pants now, and his face turns beet red when Keigo shifts so his face is level with his clothed erection. 

“Let’s both get comfortable now, shall we?” Keigo quips with a sultry grin, his eyes devilishly glinting as he rolls to the side and starts stripping. Immediately, Toya shrugs off his unbuttoned shirt and starts fumbling with his belt. Within a few moments, they’re both completely naked on Keigo’s bed. 

“Where was I?” Keigo hums flirtatiously as he puts his hands on Toya’s knees, spreading his legs as he looms over him. Toya gulps, his eyes glued to Hawks’ golden gaze as the Pro Hero leans down, kissing his waist and traveling closer to the mostly-shaved white happy trail leading to Toya’s stiff, leaking cock. A flurry of red feathers separates from Hawks’ impressive wings, rummaging in the nearby nightstand before zipping back with a bottle of lube. Toya’s cock twitches at the sight. 

“We’re gonna go nice and slow…okay? We’ll only do your comfort level. The second and I mean the second you feel too uncomfortable or painful or have any second thoughts, let me know…and I’ll stop everything. We’ll go at your pace, okay?” Keigo mumbles as he tenderly kisses Toya’s tip, making him whimper and nod vigorously as the Pro starts coating his fingers in lube. 

“I’m gonna try to work you open more than usual so it won’t hurt as bad. It’s your first time…so it might hurt a bit. Is that okay?”

“Please,” Toya begs, almost embarrassed at the desperation in his words. Delicately, Keigo reaches between Toya’s spread legs, rubbing slow circles against the tight ring of muscle. Toya closes his eyes, groaning as he lets his head fall back into the pillow, focusing on the feeling of his boyfriend’s touch. He gasps, back arching slightly when he feels the first finger slip in. 

“Relax, baby,” Keigo croons as he carefully massages his insides, curling his finger just enough for Toya to feel it. 

“ Mmmmngh~Kei~ ,” He sighs, breath coming out heated as his heart pounds in his chest. Keigo feels the tissue give, prompting him to slip another finger in. Before long, he has him stretched out to four fingers. 

“Ohhh~ Keigo ~,” Touya moans loud and long, eyelids fluttering. 

“You alright, T?” Keigo checks in, pupils practically swallowing his irises as he looks up at the dumbstruck look of ecstasy on his lover’s face. 

“ Ah~! Ah-eh-ah-ohhh, fuck, ” Toya wails in response, rocking his hips against Keigo’s fingers in an attempt to get even deeper stimulation. Kei’s done this before, but not four fingers. The stretch feels good …even though it probably shouldn’t. There is a dull pain, but there’s so much lube that it’s nothing compared to the pleasure. Toya’s completely lost, especially when Hawks intentionally taps at his prostate every so often. 

“You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little while longer…and then I’m gonna fuck you,” Keigo sighs, getting off on seeing his boyfriend a moaning mess…all because of him. His own cock pulses between his legs, but Kei is surprisingly patient…at least when it comes to this. 

“Fuck me, Kei… pleeeease, oh , god ,” Toya begs, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he practically drools. Carnal need stirs in Keigo’s gut, and he tenderly slips his fingers out. Toya gasps at the empty feeling, heart stuttering and dropping, but Hawks quickly starts lubing up his cock, ready to fill him up even more. Tears prick at Toya’s eyes as his emotions start going into overdrive; he needs Keigo. 

“It’s alright, baby. You just relax,” The Pro says calmly, grunting as he slowly starts pressing into his lover. Toya’s eyes go wide, jaw dropping and hitching on a wordless scream as he’s stretched. Keigo’s a little bigger than what he’s used to…enough for him to really notice. Hawks’ eyes soften, and his breathy sighs are peppered with quiet moans as he pushes all the way inside. 

“I’m gonna leave it in for a bit, and you tell me when you’re ready for me to move. Your body’s not used to it yet. I want it to hurt as little as possible,” Keigo murmurs. 

“Y-you don’t have to explain everything,” Toya cracks a half-hearted smile as he tries to focus on his own breathing. The pain is more noticeable with this than with his fingers. Minutes feel like hours to Toya, but, eventually, his body gets used to the feeling. He nods, and Keigo begins to rock his hips. The shock of pleasure is like lightning.  

“ Fuck , you’re tight,” Keigo mutters harshly under his breath, keeping a steady, deliberate pace. He’s so turned on, he could come at any moment, but he’s trying to get Toya to come first. 

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop !” Toya cries out, hands turning to fists in the sheets. Keigo tightly grips Toya’s shoulders, rutting up into his guts in a steady rhythm. One of his longer and more pliable feathers parts from his wings, flexibly wrapping around Toya’s throbbing cock. Toya screams, shocking himself at the intense pleasure surging through his veins as Keigo indirectly jerks him off while fucking every thought out of his head. 

“That’s it. That’s my good boy; lemme hear how much you’re enjoying this,” Hawks demands, his voice rough but full of devotion. 

“Ohhhh… soooo goooood ,” The white-haired man groans, and Keigo’s feathers stand on end. Every exhale is a horny moan. 

“Gonna come soon,” Keigo rasps in warning, and Toya finally lifts his head to lock eyes with Keigo.

“Come inside me- fuck -come inside me, please !” Toya stutters, voice pitching higher and higher and getting louder and louder with every thrust. His words alone are enough to send the Pro over the edge, and he comes with a strangled gasp as he empties into his lover. Frantically, the feather squeezes Toya’s cock in just the right ways, and, within seconds, he’s gushing all over it. Hawks’ name is on his lips as the last of his seed drips onto the feather, which limply releases its grip and flops onto the bed beside them. Without warning, Toya reaches up, wrapping his arms around Keigo’s neck and passionately kissing him, harsh breath hissing out of his nose. Keigo kisses him back, hums of satisfaction rumbling in their throats as they come down from their highs. 

“That might’ve been the strongest orgasm you’ve ever given me,” Toya laughs sheepishly as he pulls away, a purely blissed-out expression spreading across his face. 

“You’re welcome…now…I’ve gotta pull out. Just breathe,” Keigo hushes, gently cupping the side of Toya’s face in an attempt to keep him grounded. Toya winces at the sensation, and, when they finally separate, it feels like a part of him is missing. A quiet gasp leaves his lips, and more tears prick at his eyes again. 

“Shhhh. Shhhh, I’m right here, love,” Keigo hushes, pecking him on the cheek before wrapping him up in his arms and crimson wings. 

“It hurts,” Toya whimpers, curling up into the fetal position and twitching at the soreness between his legs. 

“I know, baby. It’ll feel better when you’re used to it,” Keigo murmurs reassuringly, squeezing him tightly as he presses loving kisses to his sweaty forehead. “What do you say we get in the shower and then go to bed, hmm?” He offers, and Toya thinks it over before nodding wordlessly. 

…

…

“Better?” Hawks chuckles as he holds his boyfriend under clean silk sheets, running his hands through his damp hair. 

“Mhm,” Toya mumbles, nuzzling into Kei’s bare chest. “Tired.”

“Your first time was that exhausting?” Kei sneers cheekily, and Toya grumbles something sarcastic under his breath.

“I love you, too,” Hawks snickers as he lets his eyelids flutter shut.

[lisa-cuddys]

Just a little rant into the void about Mando Season 3

After seeing The Disney Gallery. The making of Mandalorian Season 3, I have such a renewed admiration for all the work that goes in this show! I am so amazed by the incredible work on practical effects, stunt effects, directing, nuanced and unique costume design, puppets and literally so many other aspects of the work that goes into making this show and it is done with so much skill and so much effort!

Like seeing all these directors talking excitedly how much they love what they do and how excited they are to work on this show and how they WANTED to be involved, seeing how they all put their entire heart into this job makes me so happy that this corner of the Star Wars galaxy is filled with so much creative spirit and love!

Seeing actors, designers and puppeteers and stunt performers and coordinators putting their soul into this show and bringing A++++ game and loving the process and what they do fills me with joy!

All of these people LOVE Star Wars and love what they do and all of this work deserves so much appreciation! There is so much talent of all kinds going into creating this show!

And seeing behind the scenes process and how hard it all is and how many people are involved, SO MANY AMAZING AND TALENTED professionals!

It makes me happy that in this age of fully CGI projects, no soulful interactions between actors and creators, there are still sets where people love what they do, where people collaborate and create things they love and contribute to this fictional universe to bring it to life. Sets filled with artists and creative souls making magic out of simple things.

And yet, there is almost to no appreciation of any of this for season 3. All I see is people whining about ships, whining about Pedro not being in the suit enough, not being on set enough, not taking the helmet off, whining, whining and more whining.

Pedro said multiple times that it is physically challenging to be in the suit this much, it is freaking hard. The suit is HEAVY as heck, it requires lots of stunt work as well, which is super hard and that is why it is a collaboration of multiple people to make this character work! So people complaining about not caring for this season because “Pedro wasn’t even in the suit” are both insulting Pedro as an actor implying his acting only matters when he is physically present in costume and in the scene, while also insulting millions of voice actors in the world implying that voice acting isn’t real acting unless you’re physically present on set.  Not to mention that voice acting is an incredibly nuanced skill and requires so much talent in order to translate the atmosphere of the scene and bring the right tone and convey the correct emotion without being present in the scene while it was filmed. It must be an amazing experience for Pedro, the way he talked about this shows how much work and effort he put into this challenging task and how he enjoyed it and how it was fun for him to explore this area of work as an actor and how hard he worked to give the right voice and emotional tone and depth to this character he loves so much. And yet people give little to no credit for his work just because he was not in the suit and wasn’t on set. This weird obsession of so many people with Pedro’s body is creepy and borderline offensive and starting to seriously affect the fandom perception and also the show itself.

I understand and support the criticism of writing and pacing during this season, it is very valid point and there were definitely issues in that department but overall? Season 3 was fun, had fresh new elements that expanded the show and opened new storyline possibilities, new characters, new relationships and dynamics, re-opened a whole new world and culture to explore and develop further! Mandalorian culture and world are so rich and unique in Star Wars and it is so fun and exciting to learn more about these people and their world and culture! What’s not to enjoy?

It has become a long rant but I just want to say that I LOVED season 3 even with all the issues it had, I enjoyed it, it was fresh, it was entertaining, it gave more depth to the story and so many ways to develop Din as a main character within this new universe built around him!

[solesommerso]

I would just like to request that you continue at some point to post more Zoe/ Street Werewolf au because I loved the first chapter. Thank you for all the hard work you put into your writing.

an alpha red || zoe powell & jim street

|| continuation from this moodboard post

|| tags : werewolves/supernatural au, alpha!street, background case, swearing, luca bashing but it’s not too bad

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They work the case together, a simple drug bust that Zoe’s seen a million times from her brief time in narcotics. She had to move departments when the smells of everything started to give her pounding headaches, she switched to undercover work after that, much more her style. She’s always worked alone and doesn’t have many good experiences with a partner, but Street flows with her easily, they don’t run into any problems as they try and nail down guy who ran from their initial raid. Street tells her they’ll be done with the case soon, that he has faith in her skills, it’s refreshing to be lifted up by someone rather than put down.

Zoe wishes the rest of swat could be like that. Nobody else in the building seems to understand any of Powells actions or even what she’s trying to say, she’s critiqued on practically every move she makes, whether she means to be doing something wrong or not.

Luca’s the worst of it. Hicks and Hondo have loosened up a fair amount, but Luca can’t let go of the few stunts she pulled before she became an official swat officer. It’s annoying. Street must pick up on it when Luca walks in the room, his nose twitches and his eyes glance at Zoe for a split second too long.

“Did you guys get anything?” The storage unit they rummaged through was a big waste of time as all it was filled with was old childhood memorabilia from the main suspects past, all baseball caps, and funny enough, werewolf books. Street and Zoe both blissfully ignored those though, Powell only taking a minute to chuckle to herself at how badly written they were, well, from a real life werewolf perspective anyways.

“Nothing. What about you and Deac? Anything from the banks?” Luca shakes his head with a sigh, not even sparing a glance to Zoe as he starts to type away on the tablet he has in hand.

“Someone has to know where he went.” It just had to be the main suspect escaping from the raid, none of his “friends” are giving any information up either.

Zoe wishes she could grill them like she would when undercover, sure it was unethical and will probably send her to hell when she dies, but it was effective and her supervisors always looked the other way when her suspects came in with a black eye or bloodied lip. She never took it too far, never pushed someone that didn’t deserve it, and the bastards sitting in holding right now definitely deserve it. But that was before she was bit, she’s not sure if she has enough control to not take things too far now. Maybe Street can help with it.

“Hey we got a lead!” Hondos voice cuts through the room, Tan behind him with one of those smiles Zoe’s noticed he gets when he figured something out. Victor helped Luca train the recruits quite a few times so Zoe’s more familiar with him, he’s quiet but nice, the least prodding of the trainers she had to listen to all day.

“So, we know Blake’s parents are dead and have been dead, but Tan found an old house they all used to live at. It was bought under his mothers maiden name that’s why we didn’t catch it before.” The map of where the house is pops up on the screen, it’s on the outskirts of the city and far off from any other homes nearby, perfect place for a fugitive to hide.

“What are we waiting for?” Luca questions with more impatient than even Zoe herself, and she’s been waiting for this shift for months now.

“Hicks is getting the warrant then we roll out.”

“Is she coming?” The bitterness takes Zoe off guard, sure she knows Luca doesn’t like her but they had no issues this morning at the first raid.

The room stops with not even a breath being heard after Luca speaks. Street looks ready to snap and Hondos blinking in confusion so many times Powell suspects he’s never seen Luca be so outright hostile towards someone. She wills herself away from saying anything back, she could argue but todays supposed to be good, it needs to be, it’s her first real day on swat and she’s determined to make it good. The wolf in her is more hurt than her human side, she can feel the whimper pushing at her throat, the question of what she did to him, what’s warranted this all.

“Of course she’s coming, she’s been working the case all day.” Street’s tone is level and has none of the anger Zoe expected to hear considering his face being locked tight with irritation. Luca sputters a moment, twisting his lips, almost in disgust. She feels herself instinctively shrink down, she could get up in his face and start to yell, but that’s not what today is about. She just has to keep reminding herself of that.

“She was sloppy in the field this morning.” A beat passes before Streets arms go over his chest, his jaw somehow clenching harder, it has to be uncomfortable by this point.

“No she wasn’t, I was with her the whole time and she was fine.” There’s a look shared between Deacon and Tan, letting Zoe know this must happen more often than she assumed.

“Her footing was off going into the house.” It wasn’t, she knows it wasn’t. She made sure of it.

“Seriously? You want to bench her because of her footing being off? Get over yourself Luca.” Powell gasps small in surprise, both because having someone stand up for her is new, and because the sass Street just used was both shocking and iconic, she wonders if he gets like this a lot.

“It’s a valid reason!”

“Okay that’s enough, Powell isn’t getting benched and if her footing is off you can help her practice.” Hondo finally cuts in, shaking his head and rubbing a hand over his face before Hicks comes barreling in telling them to roll out.

Zoe lets Luca leave first, staying in her place behind Street but noting that his shoulders are still tense. Guilt twists in her gut, she’s already causing fucking problems, Street shouldn’t have to fight her battles or deal with any of this. He’s only ever been nice to her.

“Hey you didn’t have to do that.” She stops him just for a second, a hand on his shoulder that softens his pissed off expression.

“Your footing wasn’t off and you deserve to see this case to the end.” He says simply, as though it’s not the nicest thing she’s heard since moving to La.

“Thanks. Luca uh- doesn’t like me that much.” Her hand drops from Streets shoulder to rub at the back of her neck subconsciously, she hates already having someone dislike her. She’s never been one for trusting people or having many friends, but people usually tolerate her, assume she’s just quiet and shy, recognize that she’s smart and a good cop, that her being a loner doesn’t affect how good she is at her job. They don’t see her as fuck-up like Luca paints her.

“Well he should get over himself.” Streets eyes flash red, a bright red, an alpha red.

Zoe instinctively steps back and lowers her shoulders, she’s never met an alpha before, she’s read about them and how much power they hold but having one right in front of her is unreal. She’s never even met another wolf period, she doesn’t know what to do. But then Street blinks and the red is gone, almost looking regretful but she’s unable to read into it as Hondo’s pulling them to Black Betty.

[notasapleasure]

No Offence S02.02,03,06 (2017)

Another police procedural!

Episode 2

Sgt Keith Pankani is here and he's here for three episodes!

With my apologies - the channel 4 player leaves a big fat play symbol in the middle of the screen when you pause it.

Keith is working the nightshift at the custody desk in whatever Northern place this is that is experiencing Crime. The drunk girl who stole a cockatoo and describes herself as 'epileptic, schizophrenic, Catholic' is my favourite person so far.

I guess the uniform has to be tight so miscreants have nothing to grab on to, hm?

Scar on his lip that you don't normally see with the stubble :')

Also: arm scar!

Please don't ask me about the plot in this it's as over the top as every other soap. But Alexandra Roach from Utopia is one of the coppers, so that's fun :)

Standard police procedural problem: Nora the gangster is about a million times cooler, sexier, more badass and more relatable than any of the cops.

Well ok, Sergeant Keith does know how to flirt his problems away.

Cockatiel girl: *is annoying*

Keith @ mc, Viv: pls empty my cells and I will give u kisses

Viv: :)))) Best do as he says! your problem Becky!

Becky from Utopia but not Welsh: noooo but I already jailed so many people today

Keith: *hides his smirk badly and pushes a file towards her*

The girl who stole the cockatiel is still the best person here. She doesn't deserve jail or passive aggression from cop lady, Becky from Utopia or not >:(

Aaaaand she's dead! Becky pushed too hard!

This is the lady cops making disastrous errors of judgement show I guess.

Episode 3

It's not often i'd day this but ladies you all need to take off the leather jackets and go touch some grass

Channel 4 describes this as 'outrageous' and I think it's a bit too proud of that as a description. It veers wildly between obtuse silliness and po-faced drama.

Oh my GOD peak copaganda: we can save this man's life with a taser! :|

I still love Nora Attah and her deaf lawyer!!

Meanwhile we've brought in the autistic behaviourist so. Strike that one off your bingo cards! She does like Nora too though: "Stonking STONKING villain! She's ace!"

All right, take the one thing I'm enjoying with no sign of Keith yet this episode and be narratively self-aware about it 🙄

Oh here he is! Rolling his eyes and tutting in the background of the 'comedy relief' scene where one of the cops apparently doesn't know you can't arrest someone for impersonating a paramedic, claims never to have heard of 'de-arresting' people and promptly gets a complaint put in against him.

Is this show actually trying to undermine confidence in the police service?

Keith is very protective over his jail cells >:3

Episode 4 - I shouldn't even have been watching it because no Sgt Keith again until Episode 6 fml

There's a strange old techie man called Miller in this show and he's oddly compelling. I'm already annoyed Viv's pool stunt was actually so sexy, but she IS right too:

Joy: "Can he access all our computers?"

Viv: "He can access cheese on toast..."

Literally makes no sense but it IS a mood. Mind, Viv is a workplace sexual harassment case waiting to happen.

"A kick in the Jackson bollocks" is his catchphrase, he's an absolute creechure.

I feel like the Manchester tourism board didn't have much of a say in this show.

Joy making her useless druggie boyfriend cry was kind of great though. And then......Viv made a Guantanamo joke.

Fucking hell. And the inept cop who didn't know about de-arresting people is there being inept.

Right, enough of that, Episode 6, Sgt Keith where are you?

Nora is raising money to end FGM and tackle it in the immigrant community and I?? Fucking love her. Let her sell her drugs! She's a legitimate business woman!

Also the police department act like they just don't care about bringing the person committing FGM to justice anyway because they're so blinkered by anger at Nora.

*sigh* I think the problem with this is it might just be too accurate a depiction of the police and their attitudes.

There are many beautiful and scrunkly people in this but they're all so fucking awful and still not a hint of Sgt Keith :((

I think imdb lied to me again :|

The end! I’m not watching episode 5 to make sure because it sounds like they’ve made Nora’s son (the actual big bad probably) into a gay sex offender just to go full house on the awful stereotypes bingo card. And I’m not watching episode 7 just to be sure because this is where I draw the line, Chook! If you were playing a character with anything to do I might have bothered, but if I’m missing out on one more desk shot with procedural speak I’ll just have to live with it.

Rating

Dead? Nope, but frankly who’s paying attention

Evil? All the cops in this seem to routinely break the rules, and he’s happy to obstruct defence lawyers so yeah I’m not keen

Affects the plot? *snort*

0.5/5 tragically pointless! The flirting with Viv and the complaining about the cockatoo was cute though.

[cxnsolatio]

✚✚✚  nami  —  @chatcambrioleur​

cont’d

“I've always been intrigued by your tattoos." Intriguing, yes, he could see why his tattoos would be so. But worthy of a compliment? What an odd thing to entertain, he thought, not to admire someone for the aesthetic impressiveness of their form or texture, characteristics either effortlessly passed down via blessed genes or otherwise acquired through physical work and resilience, or perhaps upon the nip and tuck routine of a plastic surgeon's scalpel. All three options were things of beauty in his mind — genetic reproduction, conscient metamorphosis and surgery. Not that Law ignored the ornamental role ink played in his and every other body, and even less likely was he to underestimate cultural connections tied to such a practice. But certainly Nami would agree there were other motifs more deserving of her admiring eye, if not of her knowing interest. Less abstract strokes shifting into the faces of men, the bodies of beasts, flowers and ocean waves, all bursting with the colour of ancient dyes. 

Law's tattoos were plain by contrast, though competent in the artistic department: smooth strokes pigmented a rich black, laid down with the sureness of an experienced hand, each side of his body mirrored with a skill that could be trained but never fully optimised, if the most mathematical eyesight were amiss. A compliment, then, not to Law's tattooed skin, but to their artisan, one who had known to bring his design forth with masterful efficiency.

Hearing Nami's question, Law instinctively took a glance over his hands as if in need of a refresher of how they looked. Not too silly, considering a man might spend so much time lost in abstractions of past and future alike and forget his present self, and how this self presented before the world. At her gesture did the splayed out fingers flex, the contraction forcing him to read the twice written word upside down, and recall on the stories he knew so well — his own; his loved one's. One per letter. One per finger. One per scar turned word. A warning or a reminder? Memento mori wasted neither purpose. This was Law’s own consolatio, etched onto himself. 

Nami had gotten it all wrong, and how could she not, when the matter was complex even to he who knew it better than anyone else? Although Law did not feel like discoursing about his motives — for it was all very well to wear an inked heart of tribal manner over his torso, but to de facto spill out his figurative heart was something altogether much more intimate than the nakedness he exhibited 'neath fabrics of dark blue and canary yellow — he could at least spare her one sincere answer and lift the tip of the veil hiding mystery behind the noun death. Only those who crossed the gates did ever lift it.

❝ So many questions you could ask me, yet this is the one you go with? ❞ Law's eyebrows came together in bemused expression, but secretly behind the frown he couldn't help a little amusement. ❝ It's the ancient chicken and the egg conundrum, is it not? Did the Surgeon of Death embrace his title to the point he had decided to give it material permanence, forever staining his fingers? Or was the tattooing of his digits but a gimmick, part of an elaborate stunt to turn him into a headliner among his peers? ❞ Law scoffed. 

He had vultured around Nami no less than two, perhaps three times while he talked, languid steps accompanying the lull of his voice. He did like the sound of it when it oozed with sarcasm and wit of varying degrees, and he enjoyed a good metaphor as well. He liked eggs, too. Playing the necrophage was second nature to him. These were, however, his only avian traits. In movement and sense of personal hygiene, Law resembled a feline the most, what with the weightlessness of his steps, the fluidity of his movements, and the underlying grace there was to them.

‘Sincere’ and ‘straightforward’ are words not synonymous with each other. Nami would get her sincere answer, all right, but all in good time. Which is to say, whenever he thought it due and pertinent to make known. What made Straw Hat's navigator so special that she would not dangle from the same strings he spun around everyone else?

❝ Won't you venture a guess? ❞ Law asked in jest, half decided to protest it wrong, no matter what Nami might answer. He had no reason to lie, but he did have a good one to keep the truth hidden and undisturbed: fun. 

There would be none of it with Straw Hat — the nincompoop would shove a rubberised finger up his nostril to drill it down with gusto, and in a small voice complain his friend 'Traffy' was talking stupid, asking boring things, pestering him to think for a difference. His navigator, however, might partake in a little tête-à-tête, make use of the wits she no doubt possessed. (They could not all be imbeciles.) Who knows, perchance she would find him smart with his riddles. Mayhap find Law charming for it, though that was too hopeful a fancy.

Law then pretended to think, as if presented with a vexing dilemma. His lips cast downwards in a sort of pout that was most unbecoming of his reputation and the serious demeanour he worked to cultivate, while his thumb brushed short strokes against the curve of his chin. ❝ Now, how should we address this matter? Noli turbare circulos meos! ❞ He flung his hands up as if flabbergasted by some interruption, the painted words disappearing with the motion, open and rugged palms in lieu of them. A faint smell of tobcacco wafted off of them, mostly gone by the aseptic curation of his hands. This was how he imagined Archimedes had protested in the apocryphal fable, and very much how he would react should his research be disturbed by any monkey business.

❝ Philosophers love their perfect circles too much; they won't do us much good in finding a solution. Do they ever? ❞ He hoped Nami would agree, for how could she not, when his argument was so factual? If she ever wished to will away her time discussing philosophy and faith and Russian literature, Law would be happy to oblige. Sincerely so. ❝ Biologically, however, it's hardly an enigma: it’s the ovum that came first, of course. ❞ 

He eyed Nami in so enamored a way she might think him to be teasing her, a misunderstanding he would not bother to clear up. It was knowledge he was enamored with: seek, commit, teach and repeat. Beneath eyes that glinted with such fondness, albeit of the kind that is tampered with mischief, Law smirked victorious. He was right. How delightful that he could shove that in Nami's face, not that she had ever bargained for a lecture. Her question had been rather closed. 

❝ Thus, the egg predates the chicken. ❞ He neared his face of Nami's with the intention of looking darker in the brightness of his intellect, hoping to intimidate her further; made her uncomfortable with his hot breath so close to her nose. Law had stopped smiling, his countenance more neutral than frightening. ❝ Do you understand what I am saying, Nami? Tattoos first, then the title. ❞

Surgeon of Death. What a foolish sobriquet. Hardly imaginative, but observant. One, Law was a surgeon. Two, among himself and his effects the word death abounded. A little credit where it was due, the epithet did fashion him a remarkable pirate of children's tales, made him sound cooler and crueller than what he really was, and that was nothing for a criminal to be ashamed of.

Law made a notice of the tattoo on Nami's shoulder, the design foreign to him. ❝ I see no cat. ❞ An obversation punctuated with a flourish of his sheathed sword in her general direction. ❝ Let alone a burglar. ❞ Law's lips scrunched up together as he drew his thumb under them in his best pose of artistic survey. He could see a flower of some sort. Perhaps a sunflower, but then again, he happened to be partial to this botanical species. Her moniker did not seem connected to her tattoo.

❝ So what of it? ❞ He asked with his head cocked to the side, equally interested in continuing their chat and unattentive to whatever she might utter in response, at least in appearance, as though what he could glimpse behind Nami's shoulder was more worthy of his keen eye. Poppycock, of course. No man could ever ignore such a voluptuous presence and unfairly exchange it for nothing. ❝ Does the name reflect a career you chose or one you took up after the government's marketing department decided you had the face of someone who trespasses into private property for a living? ❞

[denimbex1986]

'The irish heartthrob Paul Mescal’s latest film, sees him playing the boyishly charming love interest to Andrew Scott’s lonely screenwriter in All of Us Strangers, Andrew Haigh’s sorrowful supernatural drama.

Following a breakout turn opposite Daisy Edgar-Jones in 2020’s Normal People, Paul Mescal has quickly wormed his way into the internet’s collective hearts with effortlessly charismatic and intensely affecting performances in flicks like Aftersun and The Lost Daughter. Though Mescal, Scott, and costars Jamie Bell and Claire Foy pack the film with a quartet of poignant performances, All of Us Strangers gets caught up in the mystique of its premise, rendering a deeply personal tale of grief distant and opaque.

Based on the 1987 novel of the same name by Taichi Yamada, All of Us Strangers follows Adam (Scott), a debilitatingly lonely gay screenwriter who’s one of the few residents in a massive, newly-constructed apartment building. After a chance run-in with fellow tenant Harry (Mescal), the two strike up a fledgling romance—but their would-be relationship is torpedoed by Adam’s constant visits to his childhood home, where he speaks to the ghosts of his parents, who appear exactly as they did the day they died 30 years ago.

Certainly, Yamada’s premise is a fascinating, emotional one—a very literal but no less potent way to examine how grief and loss can stunt emotional growth, following Adam into his adult life and shaping him into an lonely introvert unsure of what love even feels like. Adam is a sometimes painfully relatable protagonist who carries additional baggage as a queer man—coming out is hard enough; coming out to the ghosts of your parents whose sensibilities are squarely stuck in 1987 is another endeavor entirely.

Like Charles Melton’s turn in May December, there’s a stunted sort of youthfulness that Andrew Scott brings to Adam, a sort of emotional immaturity and inexperience that emphasizes just how stuck he is in the past, unable to move past his own grief. Scott’s performance is the centerpiece of the film, and though the direction itself doesn’t do him many favors (more on that below), Scott himself is in fine form, especially when opposite Foy and Bell as his dearly departed parents.

As for the ghosts themselves (simply credited as “Mum” and “Dad”), the duo is strangely underused for a film that builds its premise around their existence—there’s far more time spent with Adam staring out into the middle distance alone in his apartment or making out with Harry than there is digging into the emotional quagmire that is Adam’s ghost situation. It’s a shame, too, because Foy and Bell both give thoughtful, surprisingly comedic performances that vividly capture their ’80s attitudes while also reckoning with the complicated nature of their current connection to their adult son.

There are moments where the film hints at Mum and Dad’s guilt or reluctance about appearing to Adam—that in trying to comfort their son, they’re stopping him from being able to truly move on. But because they’re physically confined to Adam’s childhood home, the film doesn’t visit them nearly as often as they deserve, and instead, the characters feels strangely tertiary, despite their massive impact on Adam and his state of mind. Ironically, though, Harry isn’t particularly well-developed, either.

Though he has plenty of screen time, it’s spent making doe eyes at Adam, making quips about their generational differences, and making on his new partner whenever possible—at times, he feels more like a manic pixie dream boy or a figment of Adam’s imagination than an actual person. It’s a shame, too, because while Mescal still turns on the charm and makes Harry and endearing character, there are cracks in his exterior that are never fully explored. Especially in the third act, Harry’s character takes a sudden heel-turn that’s not entirely out of nowhere but feels painfully underdeveloped, leaving the twist feeling arbitrary and underbaked rather than an effective end to Harry’s story.

Despite the fact that the film features extensive sequences of the Adam alone with his own thoughts, the attempts to emphasize the loneliness of his character through cinematography and editing instead bleed into the tone of the film itself, making it feel sluggish and clinical. To some extent, it’s effective in creating a similar sense of loneliness and existential dread that Adam himself is going through, but when Mescal, Foy, and Bell bring such warmth and vulnerability with their performances, the filmmaking style renders these moments ineffectual.

Paradoxically devastating yet detached, All of Us Strangers’ narrative hook and cast make for a solid watch, but the stylistic and directorial shortcomings rob the film of maximum emotional potential. Though Bell, Foy, Mescal, and Scott are across-the-board tearjerkers, there’s not quite enough nuance or personality to make this lonely ghost story sing.'

[titoist]

Viele Schatten der Abgeschiedenen beschäftigen sich nur damit, die Fluten des Totenflusses zu belecken, weil er von uns herkommt und noch den salzigen Geschmack unserer Meere hat. Vor Ekel sträubt sich dann der Fluß, nimmt eine rückläufige Strömung und schwemmt die Toten ins Leben zurück. Sie aber sind glücklich, singen Danklieder und streicheln den Empörten. Many shades of the departed are occupied solely in licking at the waves of the river of death because it flows from our direction and still has the salty taste of our seas. Then the river rears back in disgust, the current flows the opposite way and brings the dead drifting back into life. But they are happy, sing songs of thanksgiving, and stroke the indignant waters. [Kaiser/Wilkins] Many of the shades of the departed busy themselves entirely with lapping at the waters of the Acheron, because it comes from us and still carries the salt tang of our seas. This causes the river to coil with revulsion, and even to reverse its course, and so to wash the dead back to life. they are perfectly happy, and sing choruses of gratitude, and caress the indignant river. [Hofmann] This one I find both especially troubling and especially mystifying. The river of death comes from us. It would not be inconsistent with what seems to me to be the tenor of Kafka’s thinking to think of mourning and grief as a way of driving the dead off and emphasizing the barrier between life and death, for all that they appear to originate in a desire to avoid a separation. One the one hand, no one wants to be separated from the lost one, but retaining the corpse can only increasingly underscore the loss; the body has to be put away in order to set the memory free for safekeeping. The topic of the aphorism seems specifically to be the nature of the difference between alive and dead. I’m reluctant to think of the river as death itself because it seems to be only a part or element of death. Hofmann translates “Totenfluss” as Acheron; the underworld has rivers, or one crosses rivers to reach it, but the underworld is not just a river. The barrier between life and death is not hard in all places; in some ways the barrier is hard, like the surface of the earth between the domain of mortals and the classical underworld. In other ways, however, the barrier is soft, more like water, in that someone believed dead for one or another reason, absence or catalepsy, may turn out to be alive after all. People frequently continue to see their lost ones, owing to a kind of psychological persistence of vision. We have the avidity of the dead, the bathetic miracle of their restoration, a kind of stunt, and the indignation and disgust of the river. The river carries the dead away from life, no matter how people may cling to the dead; then it carries the dead back again, not in response to the petitions of the living, but in disgust and indignation. The river seems to be giving the dead what they want, but their activity seems mindless. Only the reservation that many, but not all, engage in licking the river suggests otherwise, and the suggestion seems unimportant to me. If the river is giving the dead what they want, they receive it not because they deserve it, but because the river is exasperated with them and it rejects them in a spasm of impatience. The yearning of the dead for life is unseemly. I don’t think this is because Kafka thinks it is unseemly to love life, but only to cling to half-measures, the dead licking the river for the taste of life, and so it’s better to restore them to life entire.

[r-lestrcnge]

Daisy Hookum was dangerous. Her propaganda was damaging. Her stunt was a repugnant insult. It was hardly a surprise that she had fallen onto the Death Eaters' radar, so much so that the Dark Lord himself had voiced a concern for her mere existence, let alone for her intentions. So Rabastan had swallowed every ounce of bile that reeled within him, and had attended her book event. All the while, he wished it would somehow go up in flames of its own accord. But alas, fate could not rectify this matter with the explosive accuracy he'd prefer. He resigned himself to observing the proceedings, knowing that what he learned would prove useful in due course.

It had been a motley assortment of attendees. Muggle-loving fools mingled with faces he would associate with his own darker circle, their curiosity on noting his presence plain to see though nothing was said about it. He had lingered a while with another pureblood beside the books on Homecare Magic, sharing quiet thoughts on the utterly indecorous nature of Daisy's publication. To go without magic, discarding it as though it were worthless, was a crime more severe than any that Rabastan had committed thus far. He would sooner face a lifetime in Azkaban than relinquish his magical ability. Their power was a natural right, one that positioned them above muggles, and one that deserved respect and adoration. To subdue it was a sacrilege.

So the questions had proceeded, and he had listened with prejudice in mind, even as he calculated her answers and attempted to objectively judge her aims. But truly, those aims were irrelevant. It was her actions' effects that were more important, and he did not like those effects at all. Her ideas endangered the cause and promoted an undesirable tolerance for muggle blood. It was not easy to resist the urge to leave, but he remained stalwart with his task in mind, and departed only when she did, stepping behind her and following with practised silence. His feet padded quietly, his presence unobtrusive. As she entered the Leaky Cauldron, he moved around her and positioned himself at the bar, not yet certain how this would proceed. He was open-minded - at least, when it came to delivering verdicts and devising punishments.

"Thank you, but there's no need," he replied, scanning his eyes over hers. At this closer proximity she seemed not quite the polished presence presented during her event. There was a rattle of something in her demeanour; some subtle unease that he dearly wished to force into greater intensity. Instead, he smiled, all charm and politeness. "I was just at your book event."

ϟ  ━ OPEN

Daisy wasn't sure she would ever get used to appearances. A small crowd in a room, dozens of eyes boring into her skull, everyone here to see her. Am I really that special? To some, yes. To some, in fact, they were a hero - how brave to write a book praising the muggles in a world where only the pure are valued! Daisy Hookum, a paragon of the Order's cause, we should all seek to be more like them. To others, of course, the opposite was true - how selfish to write a book on muggles when you should be grateful for your magic! Daisy Hookum, watch us turn you into the martyr you so crave to be. Of course, to Daisy, neither was true. She wasn't a hero, or a martyr, or a blood traitor. She was simply an author. They didn't even particularly like these events - it had been several months since the release of My Year as a Muggle, and sales had already far exceeded her expectations. But their publisher was insistent that this exposure was only going to benefit them - both of them. And Daisy hated letting someone down.

This particular appearance - a reading and a Q&A - had ended as many of them did: How do you feel knowing you've put yourself and your loved ones in danger with the publishing of this book? A question that had cut the event short, a quick thank you from the bookshop owner and she had been ushered off the stage. They couldn't help but breathe a small sigh of relief as she wrapped her coat tight around her shoulders and rushed out of the store before any further questions could be asked. She knew this streets well, and quickly found herself at the bar of the Leaky Cauldron, their order coming out as more of a sigh then a sentence. "One butterbeer, please - warm, if you can." Daisy paused a moment before quickly turning to the person to her left with a start. "Oh - I'm sorry! Did I cut in front? Gosh, I'm all over the place today, how rude of me - let me buy you a drink, please."

[shoutogepi]

Worth the Wait

Todoroki Shouto

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[ ☁︎, ☀︎, ✘ (nsfw 18+) ] (v lowkey angst//fluff)

themes : virgin!Shouto, experienced!reader (well, more than Sho anyway lol), praise kink?, lil baby couples quarrel, make up sex, and also he’s kinda hung lmfao idk if that’s relevant 💀

bio : You can’t help but notice that every time things start to heat up with your Pro-Hero boyfriend, he shuts you down. After politely ignoring his initial rejections, your frustrations build up, and you decide to confront him.

author’s note : so this fic was inspired by a conversation with the lovely astrid ( @todoscript​ ), who is becoming my cherished shouto confidante! we didn’t talk about it for very long, and it was awhile ago... but my brain would not move on so… this happened. i figured if i’m going to type so much about him i may as well write a fic. thanks for listening to my constant yelling, hope you enjoiii <3

side note : both shouto and reader are meant to be young adults in this fic!! i was thinking somewhere around 25-30 (i didn’t specify the age in the fic) but i thought i would make note of this as that’s considered “old” to still have your v-card, by American society at least (hence why sho kept that info from reader)

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🅃he first time it happened, you tried to play it off as if you hadn’t made a move.

The last few of your friends had finally departed from the Saturday game night you had thrown, leaving just you, Shouto, and the slow, hot tango of your tongues. You hadn’t seen each other all week— with him being busy with his hero work, and you being busy with your comparatively-mundane job, you didn’t get to spend as much time together as you would have liked. Although it was an obstacle for your relationship, you were both young adults as well as devoted professionals, which allowed the two of you to remain on the same page most of the time. It was typical for you to text and call one another for a few hours after work (granted you both had the time to spare) before passing out mid-conversation, your phone screen still lit up and gentle snores exchanged through the speakers. But like any sane girlfriend, having him in person, right in front of you, was always your favorite.

What had started as a peck had quickly evolved into a full on make-out session— Shouto had pulled you halfway onto his lap when you tried to move back from your initially-stealthy kiss, an appreciative hum rumbling through him as his large hands cupped around your face. You didn’t fight him as he brought your lips back to his, and you failed to stop him when those very same hands began to glide down your back, parking just above your ass. His fingers had gradually started to fiddle with the tops of your jeans, thumb running over the denim and dipping down to graze against your skin through your thin blouse.

Yet when your hands slipped underneath the bottom of his shirt, he pulled back from you, heterochromatic eyes guarded as he removed your hands. You had immediately picked up on his reluctance, and threw yourself off of him onto the other side of the couch, embarrassment scorching the back of your neck. Shouto left not long after that, for you had made up some lousy excuse that you were tired and would like to go to sleep, when sleep was really the opposite of your innermost desires.

This would have been all fine and good— because consent was consent after all, and you had no intentions of pushing him to do something he was uncomfortable with— had the same thing not happened just two weeks later. There you were thinking it would be a cute, coupley evening of watching movies and tossing popcorn at each other, resting your head against his shoulder and being content with just that— when then all of the sudden he was pinning you onto the sheets and kissing you til you couldn’t breathe. His hands, once again, wandered all over your clothed torso, palms mapping out each dip and curve as his tongue entertained yours in your mouth.

You were hesitant to kiss him at first, recalling how you had horrifically killed the mood last time, but as his advances became more passionate, you slowly allowed your defenses to slip back, excitement building inside of you. It was only when your legs tightened around his waist, your core brushing up along his thigh and causing you to let out the softest moan did he pull back. That same calm, cool expression was on his face, though his eyes were a bit wider than usual. There was also the tiniest hint of pink dusting his pale cheeks, his lips parted as he gathered himself. It was rather awkward after that— neither of you really knew what to say— so you crawled back to your spot and sat in silence for the rest of the movie, your hands eventually wandering out to hold onto each other. After sharing a soft kiss and exchanging “goodnight”s, you returned to your place, ready for an extra long appointment with your vibrator.

Unfortunately for you, this became a common occurrence. It wasn’t that you hated the steamy make-out sessions with your as-hot-as-they-come boyfriend, no— you thoroughly enjoyed them. The part that you absolutely loathed was returning to your place with your panties soaked all the way through, your sexual frustration meter only climbing higher and higher.

You loved your boyfriend! And of course you respected his wishes. You would wait for however long he wanted, because you wanted your first time together to be special. But fuck, did he have to heat you up just to leave you hanging every time? If he wanted to wait, then fine! But, God, what had you done to deserve this torture? You couldn’t get past first base— you’d never even rubbed your body erotically against his except for that time on his bed, and that was by accident!

And that was what you told the ladies during your Thursday night all-girl conference call, finally needing to vent and get this selfish feeling off your chest. It had been a long time coming, quietly brewing over the many instances of him stunting your advances that you came to a realization.

Enough was enough! You were going to ask him why he wouldn’t go any further with you, and whatever his answer may be, at least you would know what he was thinking! You felt like a weight had been lifted off of you, the girls cheering you on and wishing you luck as you said goodbye, ready to confront him.

— - — - — - — - —

Now that you’re standing here in front of his door, it seems like a foolish plan you’ve made. Your heart is beating out of your chest, thumping frantically against your ribcage as your fist is frozen in the air, knuckle about to connect with the door. Your stomach feels tight and low, throat dry with apprehension as your brain runs through every possible outcome. What would he say once you ask him your question?

Perhaps your breath stinks and it turns him off? Or maybe he doesn’t like the perfume you wear— or is it the way you dress that he doesn’t like? What if the reason he always stops you… is because he’s not sexually attracted to you?

Now that you think about it, you’ve never seen him pop a boner during your tongue wrestling matches, and the realization nearly causes your soul to leave your body. Even though the thought horrifies you, you try your best to reassure yourself that’s not the case. You had caught Shouto checking you out on multiple occasions, his eyes igniting a delicious heat on your skin. Whatever the case, you’re in this too deep to chicken out now. So with that, you let your knuckles rap on the door, steeling your nerves.

There’s a moment of quiet shuffling before your boyfriend opens the door, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face. His hair is wet and freshly washed, shining droplets collecting at the ends and making him appear even more handsome than usual. The gray tee thrown over his broad shoulders has damp spots from the runoff, and you take a second to admire the way his chest looks in the clingy material. “Hey, love,” he says, his voice alone causing goosebumps to rise along your forearms.

You allow him to guide you into his apartment, the door clicking shut behind him quietly. “Hi Sho,” you greet back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning up to kiss him.

Shouto chuckles against your eager lips, long arms gathering you into his chest. When he pulls away, he tucks your head underneath his chin, placing another kiss on your crown. “I missed you.”

Your heart throbs, happiness surging through you and butterflies bursting into your stomach. “I missed you more,” you reply playfully, burying your face between his broad pecs and inhaling his warm, wintery scent. The smell of fresh detergent lingers on the fabric, mixing with his clean aroma and making your tummy flip in circles.

“Impossible,” Shouto quips back, holding your waist tight as he dips you backwards just enough for your feet to leave the ground before he presses his lips to yours again, rendering you breathless. He pulls you back upright after a moment, a cheeky smirk on his face as you try to remember what you were talking about before. “Come in, sit down. I was just finishing up some work, I’ll get you something to drink.”

Following his instruction, you move further into his apartment, gravitating toward the couch and inspecting the files laid out on the coffee table before you. The words blur together for you, the foreign hero work forms long and in what might as well be another language. You lean back onto the cushions as Shouto returns, a glass of water in his hand. Frost forms on the glass as he hands it to you, taking a seat beside you with his knee brushing against yours. You smile at his consideration, taking a small sip even though you’re not really thirsty.

“Was there something you came over here for specifically, love? Forgive me if I’ve forgotten, but I don’t believe we had plans?” He’s looking directly at you, eyes locked with yours as his hand comes to land on the top of your knee. Even just an innocent movement like that has you on alert, your breath catching in your throat as he gives a gentle squeeze.

“Uh… no reason,” you answer lamely, crumbling under the pressure of his watchful eyes. “Just wanted to see you.”

Shouto’s gaze lingers on you carefully, and for a second you feel like you’ve been caught in a trap. But he lets it go, his lips forming a soft smile as he lays his arm around your shoulders. “Well, I’m glad to see you too,” he replies honestly. His fingers caress your arm as his hand falls down to your waist, and he leans in to press another kiss to your cheek. You lean into his affection, mouth curving in content. “So, what would you like to do?” Shouto asks as he shuffles the files away into their manilla envelopes, creating a neat pile in the far corner of the table. He leans back into the cushions, fingers fondly stroking at your side. “We could go out to eat? We could try this new bar afterwards, too, it’s across from my agency. If you’re alright to go out.”

You can’t focus on his words, really— you’re too lost in your own thoughts. Why does he have to touch you like this every time, when if you act on it, he’ll only push you away? You’ve been together for a long while now, and still, he doesn’t take initiative to further your relationship. Every bone you’ve thrown his way has been perfectly deflected, with no sign of weariness from him. If he doesn’t want you, is it because he’s not into you anymore?

An ugly thought rears its head in the midst of your anxiety’s dark clouds.

Maybe he never was.

Taking your silence as an answer, Shouto continues on, looking towards the kitchen over his shoulder. “Or we could buy groceries and make dinner. I think I have bok choy in the fridge, but we’ll have to buy some meat. And noodles, if you want those instead of rice. I’m sure I have that sesame sauce you like, I—” He pauses as you grab his hand, your fingers looping tight around his warm palm, sliding them to rest on your thigh.

With the summer just fading into fall, you were wearing something to showcase the smooth expanse of your thighs, and as you guide his hand to touch your soft skin, a delicate blush blooms across Shouto’s cheeks. The flustered expression on his face only goads you on, and you lean in to capture his lips.

A muffled noise escapes him, your hand coming up to touch his jaw and rub your thumb against his chin. It only takes him a moment to recalibrate before his free hand rises and copies your actions, gliding down the back of your neck before pulling your face closer to his.

You run your tongue against the seam of his mouth, and he swiftly grants you access as his lips move to follow yours. He tastes like mint and sweet herbs, the tea he was entertaining before you came lingering on his tongue. His hand slips out of yours to curl around your waist, grabbing onto your hip and squeezing. As your kisses start getting heavier and slower, your once-occupied hand moves to land on his chest, your thumb pushing into the tender muscle located there. His flesh jumps beneath your touch, but he allows you to continue groping at him through his shirt, his own hands beginning to knead at you. Before you know it, your knee swings over his thighs and you’re hovering on top of his lap, not sitting down on him just yet as you realize the position you’ve put yourself in.

You can notice the change— you’ve faced this exact scenario many times before. Shouto’s hands freeze up, locking into their current position, and he only returns your passionate kisses, not allowing his body much more movement than that. You try to just keep kissing him, but all the doubts and fears quickly pile up inside of you, and you pull away from him. You can’t even look at him. You’re too scared to speak, and too reluctant to get off of him, only leaning back to create a divide between his face and yours. Trying to hide your face before he can see your defeated expression, you dive into his chest, arms folding tight around his neck.

Shouto’s still frozen in place, but he seems to sense your distress. His arms slowly circle around your waist, fingers moving to trace up and down your spine. He softly exhales against your hair, letting out the breath he was holding in ever since you swung onto his lap. “Y/N? Are you alright?” he asks quietly after a brief pause, his voice soft and low, soothing to your wary ears. “You haven’t been acting like yourself today…”

After a long pause, you sigh, trying your best not to get emotional. “It’s just…” I’m so fucking attracted to you but you won’t let me touch you, you want to say, but you’re too terrified to say it aloud. What can you even say to him that would be better than that?

Shouto’s arms around you squeeze gently, indicating his patience in awaiting your answer. “It’s okay,” he murmurs, his lips grazing over your ear and placing a discreet kiss there. “Whatever it is, we can face it together.”

You let out a soft sniffle and Shouto pulls you tighter into his chest, his heart cracking at your sound of sadness. But his words bring a surprising amount of comfort to you, and you clear your throat before you lean back again, looking into his two-toned irises. His gaze is sympathetic, his eyes holding a visible amount of affection and support. “Well, I…”

He nods slightly, leaning forward to show his encouragement. “Go ahead, love…”

“Are… Are you attracted to me?”

It comes out more high-pitched than you would’ve liked, but at least it’s out— and he definitely heard you, judging from the wide-eyed shock painted across his face.

“Am I— What?” He stutters, his head tilting automatically in confusion. “I— of course I’m attracted to you, I’m… you’re my girlfriend.” Shouto looks at you incredulously, his arms falling to his side so that only his hands remain on your hips. “You’re the most attractive person I know, love. You’re gorgeous, inside and out,” he elaborates. “The whole package.”

His compliments butter you up, a small smile forming on your lips as you shyly look to your hands folded in your lap. “Not the whole package…” you mumble, squirming slightly as his hands come to hold either side of your face.

“Yes, the whole package,” he insists, nuzzling your nose against his. “Beautiful,” he declares as he kisses your cheek.

“Kind.” A smooch to the other cheek.

Your heart beats excitedly in your chest, thumping loudly against your ribs with each compliment.

“Courageous.” A kiss to the chin.

“Witty.” A peck to the forehead.

“Sexy?” you blurt it out just as he swoops in to press his lips to yours.

Shouto falters, pulling back just a hair as he looks at you in shock. “S-Sexy?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as a question, but by the way his cheeks and ears are tinged a bright pink, it’s clear your suggestion was a bit too much for him.

The way he stutters out the adjective in confusion has your heart tearing in two. “Y-You don’t…?”

You’re staring directly at him, his wide eyes locked with yours and his body frozen to the couch. His lips are slightly parted, but no words come out of him.

Silence.

This is not how you want this conversation to go— you aren’t prepared for it to go like this. The tears you had successfully fought off before come back with vengeance.

Only once Shouto sees you hang your head in embarrassment, your eyes getting glassier by the second, he springs into action. “Hey, no, that’s not…” he starts to speak, sounding more worried by the second. His hand goes to cup your face, the warmth of his quirk evident in his touch as his finger dries over a fresh track of tears on your cheek. “I… of course I think you’re sexy, love. I’m sorry, you just caught me by surprise… You don’t think I know how sexy you are?”

You can only reply with a lame shrug, unwilling to let his eyes meet yours as you hide your face behind your curtain of hair. You try to slide off his lap, ready to retreat to the bathroom and wipe away your pathetic tears, but Shouto doesn’t let you move away from him, his arms locking tight around your waist and forcing you to lean against his chest.

“Talk to me, baby,” he pleads, nuzzling into the side of your face. His voice is more gentle than you’ve ever heard before, and you hate to admit your stomach is doing cartwheels at how sweet he’s being. “I love you no matter what, and I hate to see you so upset. I’m not good at figuring these things out on my own, just tell me what’s wrong, love. Please?”

He gives you a few moments to gather yourself, his fingers massaging your stiff muscles as you cling onto him. Once you’re confident enough to speak, your words come out barely loud enough for him to hear. “It’s just that… whenever I think we’re about to take it to the next level, you pull away. I want to respect your boundaries, Sho, but I can’t help but feel like it’s because you don’t… want me.” The hands on your body still at that, your boyfriend taking in a sharp breath as you pause, then decide to continue. “I’m just… so attracted to you, Shouto… I want to be mindful of your limits, but I can’t help but want to touch you all the time. I’m— I’m sorry if that sounds indecent.”

Shouto murmurs your name lowly against your ear, his large palm once again rubbing over your spine in an effort to comfort you as he tries to piece together the correct words. “This is…  a terrible miscommunication, and it’s all my fault...” he sighs, his voice dropping lower and becoming quieter, his insecurities leaking into his voice. “I’m so sorry to have made you feel like this… I promise that’s not the case.”

His words are enough to numb your worries, and you lean back so you’re able to look him in the eye as you wait for him to continue. He takes a deep breath before he sighs again, knowing he has to tell you the truth now, but worrying that he’s about to ruin everything the two of you have built over these past months.

“The reason that I push you away every time is… well, I—” he gulps nervously, and it’s your turn to look at him with encouragement. You take one of his hands in yours, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles as he tries to find the best way to explain his reasoning. “It’s not because you’re unattractive, it’s— I mean, if anything, you’re too… too attractive, and I get…” he trails off, his cheeks now a bright shade of pink that you’ve never really seen before. It’s the first time you’ve seen the usually collected man so flustered, and a part of you feels guilty for causing him such discomfort. Just as you’re about to cut in and tell him he doesn’t have to continue, he does. “I… I’ve never been with anyone… like that before.”

You blink at him in confusion.

Shouto just seems to get even pinker, and he quickly starts explaining himself as he takes in your dazed expression. “I know you probably thought I had all this experience because I’ve been a top Hero for some time now, but I just— I never met anyone before that cared about me like this and I just never wanted to do— well, to do that with a stranger.”

“You’re… a virgin?”

Shouto’s red at this point, his hot side nearly catching fire as he buries his face behind his hand, too embarrassed to face you at this point. “Yes, I’m sorry to disappoint you, love. I just… I’ve never felt like this about anyone before and I— I wanted to impress you so badly, Y/N. I… I should’ve told you this from the start, I’m so sorry to have caused you such doubt.”

His voice is just above a whisper now, his fingers clutching onto the fabric of your shirt as if he’s afraid you’ll get off his lap and walk straight out the front door at his confession. “Shouto…” You can’t stop the smile that begins to curl the corners of your mouth. This is the reason he wouldn’t go any further with you? Not because he didn’t find you attractive? Your heart feels heavy thumping against your ribcage, giddiness flooding your bloodstream.

Your boyfriend gapes at your smile, brows furrowed in confusion. “Wait, you’re not… disappointed?” At the instant shake of your head, his discomfort eases significantly. “R-Really? But everyone thinks I’m, well… kind of a womanizer I guess, I thought you’d at least expect—”

You click your tongue at him, shaking your head as you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. “When have I ever given a shit about others’ expectations of you, Shouto? I love you for you, Sho… you make me so happy just as you are.”

Shouto melts at your words, a sigh of relief escaping his lungs as he crushes you to his chest. Your sweet scent fills his nose as he kisses the top of your head, and you bask in his touch as you hug him back. “You’re right, love, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner… I hate that you felt unwanted because of me. I promise, you’re the only one I’ve ever felt this way about, I— I’m so attracted to you as well. I love you so much.”

Your lips meet his in a passionate kiss, all the hurt and doubts that built over the last few months dissolving into the shadows. Only the light, warm feeling of your love is left behind, glowing brighter than ever before.

Shouto’s fingers crawl up the back of your neck, bringing your face closer to his as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping across your lips before you allow him entrance. Your fingers push into his silky hair, nails gently scratching at his scalp and he groans at the action, letting your tongue take control and invade his mouth instead. Your breaths starting to become ragged, you both pull away for a moment to breathe. As you look into each others’ eyes, you both begin to laugh softly, the pair of you equally content with how your heart-to-heart had gone.

“So, you do think I’m sexy, then?” You smirk, pleased with this new knowledge.

Shouto chuckles, nudging your face to the side so he can place a trail of kisses down the column of your throat. “Is that all you got from that?” He teases, nipping at your skin playfully.

You close your eyes, enjoying how his love bites feel on your quickly-heating flesh. “One of a few things…” Your breathing becomes deeper as his lips begin to gently suck on the faded marks he’d just made. “Mmm, Sho~”

He hums as your arms wrap tight around his shoulders, tongue caressing the skin he’s sucked into his mouth. Your thighs twitch on either side of his lap when he pulls away, cold breath cooling the wet, darkened patch of skin on your throat. He swears under his breath as his hands trail down your waist to your hips, thumbs resting on the top of your bottoms.

“Would you, um… want to try something new, then?” You offer, sitting back to look him in the eye, ready to catch any amount of uncertainty in his two-toned gaze. But you find none, for he captures your lips again and nibbles on your bottom lip, another hum or approval vibrating against your mouth.

From there he hands the reins to you, opting to lean back into the cushions of the sofa as your tongue guides his in a slow embrace. Your palms both land on his chest, fingertips starting to massage the thick muscles underneath his t-shirt. Shouto sighs as your hands slide down his torso, and just as they dip underneath he sits up slightly, tearing the flimsy material over his head in one quick sweep. With the fabric out of your way, you try to keep yourself calm, your eyes now feasting on his broad, sculpted chest and abs. Saliva begins to pool in your mouth at the wonderful sight, your tongue poking out to wet your lips as you scan over his physique again and again.

Just as he’s about to make fun of your lustful stare, you move in to place a few light kisses to his jaw and neck, the action making him tense up and flex his gorgeous torso for you. Careful not to leave any marks on his throat, you make your way down his chest, taking a moment to leave a ring of wet smooches around his nipple. The muscles jump again for you, his body sensitive to your foreign touch as you slowly take the bud into your mouth, sucking just enough for him to squirm.

“That kind of… ahh, tickles,” Shouto mumbles as your tongue traces over his skin, his bottom lip between his teeth as you move to the other side of his chest and repeat the action. He sighs as you pull away, welcoming the kiss you place on his lips afterwards. His abs become rigid underneath the slow trail of your fingernails that move south, his eyes opening mid-way through the kiss as your hand grows closer and closer to his pelvis.

Just as he’s about to pull away, you move back from his mouth, your shirt flying over your head and onto the floor behind you. Shouto can barely breathe as he looks at your bare skin, the smooth expanse of your shoulders to your hips on display for him, save for the bra covering your chest. He’s fixated on the tops of your breasts, the round, smooth flesh mesmerizing him completely. Sure, he’s seen your cleavage before, but in comparison to this, that’s nothing.

“W-Wow…” he falters, struggling to tear his gaze off of them. There’s a little bow in the middle of the cloth contraption, and he can’t help but compare the sight before him to a present. Oh, how he wants to unwrap it…

You giggle at his awe-struck expression, your self-esteem soaring higher than it has in months. Just as you’re about to instruct him, he moves a hand to cup one side of your bra, his thumb running over your skin. A whimper escapes you when he squeezes you, his face moving closer so that the tip of his nose runs across your collarbone, his lips ghosting kisses across your chest. You wonder if he can feel your heart racing beneath his lips as they trace the cusp of your bra— how it races when he presses his face between your tits, inhaling the warm, clean smell of you that lingers there. “M-Mphhh, Sho…” you sigh as he sucks a hickey into your skin, his mouth pulling your flesh out from under the fabric cup.

Your hands fumble as they move behind your back to undo the clasp, but Shouto doesn’t have time for that, it seems. Instead, he opts to push the straps from your shoulders, tugging the bottom of the material down your ribs and completely exposing your chest to him without ever moving his mouth from your skin. You still manage to unclasp the confining material, letting it fall to the ground without a care. When he does finally let go of you, he moves back to examine your naked chest, his lower lip disappearing between his straight, white teeth. His eyes are half-lidded, and he dives straight back into your chest, circling around your areola with swift kisses and teasing licks, repeating the same process you had done to him. His warm mouth enveloping your nipple makes you let out a stifled cry, your hips jerking against his lap on their own accord.

Shouto moans at the movement, his hand gently squeezing your other breast as he sucks on the pert bud in his mouth, tongue swirling around it with ease. You reposition so your legs are on either side of one of his, placing your clothed core against the rough material of his jeans and beginning to move your hips in slow, wide movements. It only urges Shouto on, for he switches his attention to the other side of his chest and repeats the same ministrations there, one hand coming to cup your ass and move in tune with your slow gyrations.

At this point you can feel yourself leaking onto your panties, your excitement only multiplying as he allows you to grind against him. You’d never imagined he’d be so eager to touch you, after so much time of him rejecting your advances. But you couldn’t care about that now, with your pussy brushing all over his muscular thigh and his mouth attacking your bare chest. The thrill only increases further when you readjust your hips, moving closer to him and feeling the hardness of his erect cock tucked into the front of his pants. You can feel your cunt twitching around nothing, drooling even more for him as you rub yourself against his front, your head falling back as you start to pant.

Shouto whines at the friction, his face falling into the corner of your neck as he tries to gather himself. Was this what he had been missing out on all this time? He sighs as he wonders what you look like completely naked— how you would look with your legs spread for him, wrapped around his skull, or better yet— his waist. The knowledge that you want him is too tempting— he can’t get enough of you, can’t stop himself from shoving his thumbs under the hem of your bottoms. And then you’re standing, letting your clothing hit the floor and leaving yourself exposed for his eyes, save for your panties which have another little bow at the front. His eyes travel up and down your legs— a part of you that has always attracted him, perhaps a bit too much. They look delicious presented like this before him, bare and inviting all along your calves and thighs, then leading to the panties that barely cover your hips. His cock twitches in his jeans as he inspects the marks he’d just made all across your chest, a possessive conscience inside of him murmuring its satisfaction.

“Is this okay?” You ask as you sink to your knees in front of the couch, looking up at him with cautious, yet lust-ridden eyes. The recognition of your desire makes his own appetite spike, and he nods his affirmation to you.

You smirk up at him, moving closer to him and sliding between his legs. He holds his breath as you start to kiss up his thigh, starting from the inside of his knee and moving your way toward your destination. Your hand reaches up to soothe down his chest, your other hand cupping the underside of his thigh and moving in sync with your mouth. Your fingers finally meet the button on his jeans, and he lets out the breath he was holding as you undo the metal zipper. He helps you peel the denim off his thighs, leaving the material bunched at his knees as you inspect his hard member through his tight, black boxer-briefs. You take a moment to thank whatever God there is for blessing you with such a nice cock; you can tell even through his underwear that he’s long, and thick.

The very tip pokes out of the band at the top, him having tucked it up at some point when the pair of you were initially making out. What you can see is dark pink and glazed with a pearlescent sheen of pre-cum, the material at the top of his briefs slightly damp. The legs on either side of you keep tensing and fidgeting, and as you reach a hand for his shaft his hips shift backwards, away from your touch.

“Hey,” you murmur softly, stroking his thigh as you look up at him. His expression is guarded, but you can see the uncertainty that shines through his gaze, the mask that successfully keeps others out futile to you. “Are you sure you want to continue? It’s okay if we stop here, baby.” You push yourself to sit taller using the tops of his knees, placing a long kiss to his cheek and giving him a nuzzle of understanding.

Shouto frowns, leaning into you and taking a deep breath. “No, I want to… I just, I guess I’m a little nervous? I’m not quite sure what to do…” he explains, unsure of himself.

“You don’t have to do anything,” you reply, kissing his cheek again as you continue. “Just sit back and relax, baby. I promise I’m gonna take care of you, gonna make you feel so good. Let me know if you want to stop at any time, alright?”

He smiles at your understanding, nodding and verbalizing an “Alright” before you capture his lips with yours. You kiss him with all the passion you can muster, and it distracts him enough to relax into the couch cushions, your hand coming up to cup his sharp jawline. Your tongues are busy tangling together when your hand lands on his abs, which jump under your touch but eventually they, too, relax after a few minutes.

When your fingers wrap around his cock through his briefs, he tenses underneath you again, his hips pushing toward you as your hand starts to move up and down. Shouto makes a muffled noise as your hand finds a steady, torturously slow rhythm, your hand squeezing around his thick shaft through the dark, cotton material. His hand comes up to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, fingers curling into the hair at the nape of your neck and pulling slightly. You move your hand in accordance with the muffled sounds that escape him through your kiss, his hushed moans adding fuel to the inferno in your stomach.

After a few minutes of your slow, over-the-briefs handjob, you move back from his searing kiss, a string of saliva extending between your mouths. Your eyes lock with his, intensity sizzling as you both move the briefs off his legs, his cock springing upright in the bottom field of your vision. His length jumps when your fingers brush against the tip, gathering the silvery slickness of his pre-cum and using it to coast your fist down around his shaft, squeezing just enough to create a pleasant tightness around him.

Shouto swears as you start to jerk your fist around his thickness, your smaller hand creating a different sensation and much more appealing visual than the sight of his own fingers wrapped around himself. He moans when your hand glides over the head of his cock, his grip tightening on your hair as his eyelids flutter closed. You kiss his cheek again, catching his attention as he turns to you and allows your tongue to enter his mouth. You take all the whimpers pouring from his lips and greedily swallow them, your lips dancing with his in tune with your strokes.

Slowly you move away from his face, his lips following yours until you gently push him back to rest against the back of the sofa again. He allows you to move him backwards, heaving for air as your hot and heavy kisses leave him breathless. Once you lower your face to his lap, he tenses up, although his hips shuffle forward eagerly. You make sure to lock eyes with him as you move your mouth towards the flushed head of his cock, and you keep his gaze steady as your lips wrap around the very tip of him.

“S-Shit Y/N,” he gasps, watching as his member gradually disappears into your mouth. You glide your lips down his thick length slowly, trying not to overwhelm him as you start to suck on the tip, your hand beginning to jerk his shaft at the same time. When your lips move down, so does your hand, and as Shouto becomes accustomed to the wet, tight heat of your mouth, you slowly take more and more of him into your mouth, until the head of his cock brushes the back of your throat. Shouto throws his head back onto the top of the cushions, a hand pushing his hair off his forehead and backwards as he loudly voices his pleasure in a cacophony of moans.

The noises that slither out of the man underneath you are delicious, and you can’t seem to get enough as your pace begins to pick up. Your hand is still wrapped around the base of his length, his cock too big to fit all the way in your throat, but that doesn’t stop you from trying to take him anyways. Pulling back just long enough to take in a breath of fresh air, you smile at his wrecked expression above you, tongue tracing over your lips. “Mmm, does that feel good, baby? Do you like when I suck your cock like this?”

“Ahhaaaa, fuck— y-yeah, like that, baby… yesyesyes you feel so good,” Shouto blabbers nearly incoherently as your throat glides around his aching member. Given his stuttered response, you happily service him, content to finally have him at your disposal. His length is too impressive to comfortably fit in your mouth, your jaw stretching to accommodate him as you swallow around him, successfully stealing a broken gasp from him in response. You close your eyes and allow yourself to focus on keeping a steady rhythm for both your mouth and hand to follow. His moans just keep getting louder, a breathless array of oh, fuck, shit, yeah, ahh, and yeses with every bob of your head.

As you’re diligently sucking him off, Shouto is barely keeping it together underneath you. His cock is twitching and leaking pre-cum down your throat, his balls heavy with the need to release. He watches your lips move up and down his length, your hand following suit at the very base. His mind wanders as he wonders where you want him to finish; inside your mouth, on your tits, on your face? He groans as he pictures all three, imagining you covered in his sticky seed, wherever it may end up, has him feeling close much too quick. But he can’t stop himself, and he can’t bring himself to stop you, either— you feel so fucking good on his cock. You’re better than he ever could imagine, and it’s just your mouth that’s wrapped around him— he can’t even imagine how between your legs will feel. He barely manages to mumble your name in warning as he feels his climax coming, too charged for him to do anything to stop it.

Luckily you already know he’s about to finish, for his muscles tighten up and strain as ample warning for his imminent release. You move your lips down his cock, taking in as much as you can before he’s calling out your name and shooting a thick, heavy load down your throat. You choke on his release, not much room in your mouth to begin with, with how long and thick he is already. He’s still gushing cum as you pull off of him, a few ropes of white spraying across your lips and chin while his body shakes in ecstasy.

You sit back and wipe his release off your face with your wet hand, licking the excess off your skin as you watch Shouto’s soul return to his body. He’s struggling to catch his breath, eyes barely open as he looks down at you sitting between his legs. Despite the heaviness in his limbs, he still gathers your arms in his hands, pulling you up onto the sofa to hover over his lap. He sighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, your soft skin helping to draw him back from the euphoric heaven you had just sent him to. His arms wrapping around you loosely, he starts to kiss your neck, his long eyelashes tickling your jaw as he showers your skin in affection. His attention makes butterflies flap around inside your stomach, and that scorching heat ignites again as his fingers slide down your waist to the band of your panties.

You try to draw back to look at him, but Shouto’s grip on you is too secure, and he won’t let you pull away from him as he just nuzzles deeper into your neck. You can’t help but gasp when his fingers dive underneath the sides of your panties— his palms gliding against your bare hips and digits splaying across your ass. “S-Sho,” you whine as he cups your ass cheeks, pulling your hips to slot above his, his cock already erect again. You whimper when he guides you closer to him, the very tip of his cock catching at just the right angle to brush against the wet patch on your underwear. Hell, the whole underside of your panties is soaked with your arousal, your pussy probably more saturated than ever before. You’re so turned on, you can’t think straight as your hips begin to weakly shift back and forth, rubbing his cockhead along your clothed slit.

Shouto sighs as his hand recedes from your panties, instead moving to rub your dripping slit through the drenched material. You moan at the feeling of his hand through the fabric, your slick in such quantity that when he pulls his hand away, a thick string of your arousal trails after his fingers. He groans at the sight, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to test the viscosity. He makes a mental note that this must be what’s meant when one has a “wap”, or “wet ass pussy”, as he recalls from a certain song. His heart is racing in his chest, the discovery of your cunt so ready for him only making his cock strain harder against your sopping panties.

“So wet…” Shouto mumbles as he touches you again, cupping your core through your underwear and rubbing his palm against your clit. He watches intently as your face contorts in pleasure, and he rolls his palm against your front again experimentally, making a mental note of your increased sensitivity there.

Before he moves any further though, he presses his lips to yours in an intense kiss, successfully distracting you as he slides your underwear to the side. He can feel your pussy twitch and contract against his hand when he lines the tips of two fingers up with the hole that your slick is pouring out of. And he can definitely feel you spasm around him as he slides the digits inside with ease, remembering to curl the tips of them just as the countless guides and videos he had watched in preparation for such activities suggested.

“Y-Yes, ahh my God, Sho—” you gasp at the intrusion, your walls fluttering around the fingers.

His long digits slowly move in and out of you, the tips curling into your spongy walls as they sheath inside you completely. You moan at the sensation of his fingers inside of you, moving a hand to your front to rub your clit. It’s not long before you’re humping his hand, your arousal leaking onto his palm as you seat your hips back and forth on his fingers. Your mouth is hanging open, intense pleasure emanating from his fingertips rubbing that gummy spot located just deep enough for your fingers to be too short to reach. You can feel your orgasm building with each roll of the hips, a slow and steady escalation toward certain ecstasy.

Shouto moans along with you, watching the look of bliss on your face each time you sit back onto his fingers, and committing it to memory. You look absolutely captivating getting off on his hand, but the urge to feel you wrapped around his cock is too strong to ignore. He pulls his hand out of your cunt, watching as the syrupy slick trails after his fingers before severing, the warm, slimy wetness returning to your spread pussy. The sight is too enticing to just look at— he grabs his cock and jerks himself a few times, watching your slick spread across his length. It feels unlike any other lubricant he’s used— spit, lotion, shampoo all nothing in comparison to the sweet nectar your body produces just for him— simply divine. 

If he thinks that’s divine, pressing his cock into you is as if the gates of heaven have been exploded open with dynamite, drowning him in a pool of ethereal ambrosia that he never wants to escape. Your walls stretch around his girth and hug him like never before; it’s wetter, tighter, and hotter than anything he’s ever imagined, and if he hadn’t already cum from your mouth just minutes before, he’s sure he would’ve cum right here and now.

You’re just about there, only a third of his cock managing to push into you before your walls start to clamp, that tension in your abdomen intensifying at an alarming rate. You throw your head back and moan unabashedly as his cock glides into you entirely in one movement, your cunt wringing snug around him as you cum. You’d be ashamed if it were with anyone else, but Shouto’s so thick and long that you just let yourself ride out your orgasm, your cunt pulsing and squeezing him tight. It feels like a religious experience cumming on his cock— he’s by far the biggest you’ve ever taken, and it’s been so long since you’ve had sex in the first place that you’re too turned on to care. A fresh wave of slick begins to leak from deep inside you, the aftermath of your abrupt orgasm coming in handy as you finally come-to enough to move your hips.

Shouto’s holding onto you for dear life at this point, knuckles white as his fingers dig bruises into your hips. He’s never been squeezed so tight before— never felt anything like your pussy, like you cumming on his cock. And even though he’s overwhelmed with the mesmerizing feeling, he still manages to keep his cool somehow, now evening his breath as he begins to thrust up into you. He decides he loves your moans— every noise you make from being impaled by his huge cock is music to his ears, a symphony he never wants to end.

“A-Ahaa ha, Shoutooo~” you cry, fireworks bursting across your nerves. “You’re so big, ah— it— it feels so gooood.”

You can’t seem to close your mouth— it’s too hard to focus on anything besides what might as well be his third leg thrusting into you over and over. His movements are relentless; never allowing you to come down from the high you’d been catapulted into with just one stroke of his cock. He’s so big inside of you, he’s probably the largest you can take while still feeling pleasure instead of pain. You feel like you’re the one losing your virginity here, not him— because, God have you never felt so filled to the brim in your life— his cock stretches and penetrates you so deliciously that you feel like any orgasm you’ve had before this doesn’t really count. It can’t count, can’t compare to this, to him.

Shouto is on the same page as you, desperately drilling into your sloppy cunt as if his life depends on it. It feels so good to be squeezed by your tight little hole, to have your fingernails dig crescent-moons into the skin on his shoulder blades, and hear your desperate cries for him. “Fuck, you— you feel so good, baby,” he pants, letting your pussy fall onto his lap and swallow his cock inside of you. “You’re so fucking sexy, y-yeah… so wet for me, so good for me.”

His praise causes a wave of goosebumps to rise across your skin, a burst of energy surging through you as you start to move your hips in sync with his thrusts. Shouto’s pace weakens as he lets you take control, sitting back and absorbing the pleasure that flows through his entire body at the quick snap of your hips. He feels like he’s in a trance as your hands move to grip the tops of his shoulders, leveraging yourself so your hips swing in a perfect arc that allows his cock to glide in and out of you completely. He watches as your hips swing back, the head of his cock slipping out of you halfway, only to be slurped back inside your tight heat all the way to the base.

Sweat is starting to accumulate and drip down your bodies, but neither of you are paying attention to that— Shouto reaches out and gropes your chest, fingers trapping your nipple and rolling it gently. You mewl at the sensation, your hips working even faster now, the dull ache of another climax forming in the pit of your stomach. You furiously hump his lap, your thrusts becoming off-beat and sloppy as your muscles scream with exertion. Frustration blooms in your heart— your stamina must have reduced in the past few months of abstinence.

“Sho, I’m… gonna cum again, fuck I’m so close,” you whine, pushing your ass onto his lap and stirring your guts with his cock as you swivel your hips.

Shouto hums at your confession, an arm winding around your hips and his hand landing on the plush underside of your thigh. His fingers dig into your flesh as he supports your body with his arm, his hips rutting up into yours with force. Each thrust has stars dancing along the borders of your vision, the power behind his hips much stronger than your desperate humping from before.

“I wanna feel you cum on my cock again, Y/N,” Shouto moans, tongue poking out to flick against your nipple, your tits in his face due to the change of position. “Want you to squeeze me and milk everything out of me, y-yeah…”

You nearly scream when his thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves with vigor as those two-toned eyes bore into yours. The surprise quickly morphs into bliss, your cunt wringing around his length as you feel yourself hurtle toward your orgasm for the second time. It’s not long before you’re there, ecstasy rushing through your entirety as you clutch onto him tightly, your toes curling and body shaking from the rush.

“Fuck,” he swears, both hands moving to grab your hips and pound his cock into your quivering cunt, delivering another level of pleasure to your orgasm. His bottom lip is trapped between his teeth, eyes darting between your face and your wet pussy that keeps swallowing him whole. “Ahaah— c-cumming—”

Shouto lets out a loud groan as he pulls out of you, hot, white ribbons of cum spurting across your stomach as he climaxes. Your hand reaches down to jerk him off and he continues to paint your skin with his seed, his body shaking as his orgasm ripples through him. His throbbing length is slick with your love juices, making it easy for your fingers to slide around him.

His head hits the back of the couch as he releases the last of his load, chest heaving while he tries to collect himself. The devastating pleasure of your climax leaves your body feeling weightless and your brain loopy, and all you can do is lean against his athletic physique and catch your breath.

“I love you,” Shouto whispers seriously in your ear, fingers deftly playing with the ends of your hair. He means it; he feels like his heart is so full of happiness, and he’s so comfortable basking in the afterglow of his orgasm with your naked skin on his.

You stifle the laugh that bubbles up in your throat, a small smile playing on your lips. “So sweet~” you tease, cuddling your face into his neck as his hands rub the length of your back. “I love you too, Shouto.”

Shouto hums in content, arms hugging you tight against him for a brief moment before he relaxes again. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he confesses softly, nudging the side of your face with his nose. He can feel your lips turn into a grin against his chest, and he smiles at your content.

“You’re being so sappy right now,” you point out, unable to stop smiling as you turn to look at him. “I really like this side of you, I’m happy to see you like this.”

“I’m happy, too,” he murmurs, his lips pressing against yours in a sweet and short kiss. “I kind of wish we did this sooner though…”

You laugh at that, and his soft smile turns into a grin that he doesn’t bother to conceal. “Mmm, I think it was worth the wait,” you disagree, snuggling closer to him and rubbing your skin against his affectionately.

Shouto looks down at you resting against his chest, examining your blissful smile and eyes closed in content. Yes, he thinks.

You were worth the wait.

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wow that ended so soft pls excuse me im on my period and so emotional at the moment lmfaoooo... okokokok but post coitus snuggly sho is KILLING M E ... anywAYY lol let me know if you enjoyed!! this was kinda different from the usual smut i write so! i’d love any feedback i could get :) 

as always, thanks for reading! 💗

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