#this episode means so fuckin much to me man

[miracle-romance]

EPISODE 110 REDRAWS

[astralzeraphias]

“he was mentally ill. this monster was a- was a sick fantasy. a product of his dementia.”

“…i saw it too. does that make me disturbed? demented? does… that make me sick too?”

[1wooden-antlers1]

Fun fact, when I started to rewatch Renegades, I refused to check Tumblr because I remembered nothing. That being said, I was SO sure of one specific thing

When I was younger and first watched it, I was CONVINCED Duke and Scarlett were together, so you can imagine my surprise when I let myself take a little peek at Ao3 just because and I found THEY BARELY HAVE ANY FICS like I think the most they have is some weird series that I do not like and then one other thing I barely remember

Devastating

AND AND pretty much nothing at all for anyone else, like there's a myriad of Snake Eyes and Scarlett (which I was not exactly expecting) and then there was like. this singular Snake Eyes/T-Rat fic? Which was interesting, and honestly, Tunnel Rat kinda fits with anyone

I think there was at least one or two for T-Rat and Roadblock, but I think it was mostly about Duke (as a woman or something I dunno)

TL;DR nobody understands my vision /j

[sanchoyo]

my dog turned 14 the other day!!! 14 years old in human years... I've had him since he was a pubby and hes 14... woaw....🥺

[louisjude]

I feel like atp even if there were plans to make bvddie canon theyre gone now. if tim minear is even half as petty as I am he would see that reaction and go u know what fuck you u actually don't get what you want now cause ur acting so goddamn entitled. like when tarlos fans got mad about the deleted scenes instead of appreciating them being released and his reaction was to say "okay fine then I just won't release deleted scenes anymore" (like I'm sure it was mostly a marketing decision but part of me thinks they intentionally released a scene about bucktommy just to prove a point.) idk man it's just really upsetting as a bi man to see the absolutely vile shit bvddie stans are saying and even tho I love the ship I now never want it to go canon cause they've fuckin ruined it

hey anon, at first let me agree with the fact that i do in fact also love bvddie a lot and i still love reading fics for them, the edits of them are fantastic and the fanart is S tier. it’s a great pairing with a lot of potential there IF the writers decided to ever go there but…

huge answer below

yeah, i agree. i honestly think before tommy was introduced again in 7x03 and the kiss in 7x04 that in my brain, bvddie was the most logical endgame for buck until it wasn’t.

i came into the show shipping bvddie much like a lot of new fans to the show but instead of hopping onto the tommy anti express hate train i found myself falling in love with buck and tommy together. at first i was still on board with bvddie still being endgame but as each episode aired after 7x04 i became faced with the reality of the situation (at least the way i see it) that bvddie might always be fanon and that’s ok because fandom keeps ships alive whether they’re canon or not. some of the biggest ships EVER are non-canon (i mean, cmon spirk? one of the OG MM ships?) so it didn’t really deter me from enjoying bvddie to this day. what HAS deterred me from interacting with bvddie content is toxic bvddies. i don’t like using the lil nicknames, idc if other ppl do, whatever, but i prefer just referring to certain kinds as just toxic plain and simple.

toxic shippers have made it difficult for anyone who multiships to interact with bvddie content. while there are incredibly nice & welcoming bvddie endgamers out there, it doesn’t overshadow the hateful ones in my online experience at least. i’ve blocked so many ppl over this ship discourse, which ive never had to do with any other fandom before the extent i have with 911. everyday i still find new ppl to block, you go under almost any comment section on the 911 insta and its filled with nasty comments abt tommy and only caring abt whether bvddie will be canon in s8. people projecting their hatred of tommy/lou onto the cast/crew of the show when it’s be said and proven time and time again that it’s quite the opposite. now im certain there’s bad apples in the bucktommy side as well, but from what ive seen online so far it is not nearly to the caliber of the bvddie side. ive blocked maybe a handful of bucktommy’s for being hateful towards eddie or being toxic overall, but ive probably blocked over 100+ toxic bvddies. i can only imagine it’d be worse if i was active on 911 twt which i’m not (thank god) but i have ventured into the tags before on there and let me tell you, it’s fucking horrifying how gross ppl are over there. twt is a cesspool for fandom anyways tho, the fucking asshole of fandom, it’s a septic tank really.

now im my own opinion which could be completely untrue of course, but just basing my thoughts on what i’ve seen online and interviews and such, tim seems to be really happy about bucktommy and idk how ppl believe otherwise. tim has expressed he loves LFJ and wanted him back on the show. tim showed up on set for the kiss scene. tim posting an entire youtube vibe abt bucktommy being soulmates that touches on the invisible string theory and explains how they accidentally found buck’s perfect match. tim sharing the deleted tommy scene is also huge but im waiting to see if he releases more (because i remember seen somewhere that he said there’d be more?) and if he does then great but it’s also still pretty telling to me after the whole karaoke fiasco.

oliver has said nothing but praises towards buck’s queer storyline. he quite literally said if you dont like it then watch something else. despite ppl saying he’s never interacted with bucktommy content online, that’s a lie because he has liked fanart of them.

aisha, kenneth & tracie have all expressed how they like tommy/lou and love working with him.

jlh said she loved bvddie before but is excited to see where buck and tommy go and then on an insta live said she doesn’t think bvddie is happening and was bombarded by toxic fans to the point of ending the live early.

ppl think it’s all some ruse to make it seem like bvddie is never happening so when it does happen it’s a “surprise” ……..

the nasty hate comments are doing nothing but exposing these types of ppl for who they are and that honestly to them, 911 is just the bvddie show to them. the people who run these social media accs for 911 are looking at these comments and cringing, they aren’t running to tim and abc being like “we must give these crazies what they want!” they’re mostly likely being ignored or honestly, as you said, being looked at and just reinforcing their decision to most likely make tommy buck’s endgame so as long as his schedule is open for filming.

what gets me the most about the hate these types of shippers spew online is how they aren’t embarrassed because they are so sooo convinced they will be right one day and therefore their insane, nasty behavior online will be justified. oliver stark literally left twt because of fans like this, people act like he was joking around, that he was shooting the shit probably because “he’s british and british people just have that kind of humor” which yes to a certain extent but let me just add these posts to set an example to why if oliver were still on twt he absolutely would not be happy with the way toxic bvddies are acting right now.

oliver (and ryan&other cast too) being positive abt bvddie never meant it was going to be canon of become canon one day. they do not decide these things, whether they believe it should or not. a lot of bvddie shippers come from previous fandoms where queerbaiting was there, where they were made fun of by actors of their ships, by the creators of the show! so i understand the frustration but oliver is not queerbaiting and buck is not a queerbait character when he quite literally is now confirmed bisexual and in a relationship with a man.

he’s just not the “correct” queer to these people. despite headcanons (hell even i hc eddie as queer!!) eddie so far, in canon, is not queer. by the end s7 he is still shown to not be over shannon and ruins his relationship with his son over this. ryan has stated in interviews he sees eddie as heterosexual, possibly pushing this because of the influx of ship discourse, and he’s glad to see a vulnerable and deep friendship that buck and eddie can have as a straight man and a queer man and how important he thinks it is.

every single thing that points to bvddie never going canon is like they’re being shot point blank in the chest. i get it, your ship not becoming canon sucks, but again, that is what fandom is for! shipping has never been about how canon smth is, there is 20k fics out there for bvddie and they aren’t canon. they can turn that into 40k, 100k, 1M if they really wanted to! instead they use their time and energy posting death threats, wishing death upon a gay character, bullying ppl online for enjoying a ship.

meanwhile from what ive seen bucktommys are rolling with goofy ass spy tommy theories created by antis and making jokes for our own fun.

so yes, i agree overall. they truly don’t deserve what they think they do. we didn’t whine and scream for a deleted scene. they did. we got ours without even expecting it and are having fun.

maybe if they behaved better i wouldn’t be so petty abt it. it’s a shame because of how much potential it has, unfortunately it is just not going that way atm. and even if it does one day, it is not because they paraded online with hate, it is because that’s the story tim and the others wanted to write and abc approved it.

🫳🎤

[jujuscrolled]

love, actually

☆ in which if you look closely, you’ll find that love actually is all around (ft. toji, choso, yuta)

Toji

Toji had become increasingly worried about his son. Megumi had never been quite the talker - always resorting to a shrug, a nod or a side eye. Toji had become accustomed to their conversation (or lack there of) - so much so that he could read Megumi like a book. Their routine went like such: Megumi would come home, they’d have minimal conversation over how his school day had gone, he’d leave to do his homework and come out by dinner time (he’d complain about the taste or smell or anything else that didn’t meet his expectations), then they’d watch reruns of Crayon Shin-Chan and demolish exactly half of a large bucket of red vines. That was what Toji liked, it was a nice routine, he thought.

Until about a week ago - Megumi had eaten his dinner (without complaints!) and while they still had their nightly father-son bonding over Shin-chan Megumi had only eaten about a third of what he usually ate of red vines, and God forbid he tried asking about school.

Toji was at a bit of a loss considering he wasn’t much of a talk about your feelings kinda guy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried about his son. So, the obvious solution? Talk to the most emotionally available person he knew: you.

You were their neighbor and Toji’s close friend - though, really more of his only friend. You were the only one that would genuinely tolerate and even enjoy both his and his son’s emotional constipation.

“So, you’re worried about him… Because he’s not complaining about your food?” You asked as you sat at one of the barstools that faced his kitchen.

“There’s more to it. ‘Sides, i’m not worried i’m just…” Toji paused, thinking of a word to properly describe what he was feeling but his mind was far too jam packed with thoughts to formulate a proper word.

“It’s called being worried, Toj. And honestly? Considering you’re trying to make dinner with a chicken breast and a single carrot - i’m worried now too.” You mused, standing up and making your way over to him. (He had asked you to help him make dinner earlier but you had refused knowing that you’d end up doing most of the work.)

Toji watched you as you leaned onto the counter, back against the drawers as you looked at him curiously. He felt his hands get sweaty.

“Well, have you asked his teachers if he’s been off in class too?” You asked causing Toji to roll his eyes, “‘m not asking his teacher about my son.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes at him, “don’t be silly. They spend a lot of time with him - it’s not a bad thing to ask about your son as a concerned parent! Besides, you’re asking me about him and I’m just your neighbor.”

Toji scoffed at you, lifting his hand to flick your forehead.

“Don’t be stupid, you’re more than just our neighbor. ‘Sides, the brat likes you.” He looked away from you feeling uncharacteristically bashful as you grinned up at him.

“Awww, you guys like me?” You cooed, poking at his side making him swat your hand away. Toji was surprisingly ticklish for being such a burly man so you always found it funny to poke at the not so metaphorical bear.

“Well alright then, I’ll do what I can. Now please move, I doubt boiled chicken and half a carrot can hardly provide anyone with the necessary nutrients to survive.” You muttered pushing on his beefy shoulder so he could move.

“I put seasonings and shit in here too, don’t piss me off.” He muttered, but moved away from the stove regardless.

Four bowls of chicken noodle soup (Toji had seconds), a few episodes of Shin-Chan and three-fourths of a jar of red vines later Toji found himself in his room, mouth ajar as he stared at his phone.

From: Toji (don’t answer)

no fuckin’ way. he’s 6. u pullin my leg?

To: Y/n

you’ll never find me anywhere near ur nasty ass leg, old man. ur welcome btw !! xoxo

Toji deadpanned at your message before rubbing a hand over his face. He wasn’t even that much older than you. Shaking his head and focusing on the main topic; he supposed a crush wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.

The next day the three of you found yourselves walking down the street, per your suggestion of course. You’d thought the Christmas decorations would help get Megumi to talk about his crush. Some kid in his class that he refused to tell even you more about. Toji couldn’t lie, his interest was piqued. It wasn’t often that the Fushiguros were interested in people so clearly this kid has got to be something special.

“So, school got any fun things going on?” Toji asked awkwardly. Out of his peripheral he saw the way you had face palmed.

“Not really, no.” Megumi said, eyes not rising from where they’d been the entire walk; the floor.

“Right.” He muttered feeling dejected. As if sensing his father’s dissatisfaction, Megumi cleared his throat before shoving his hands in his pockets, “actually, there’s a play coming up. For Christmas and stuff.”

You and Toji looked at each other, eyes wide. “Oh! Are we invited?” You asked, only getting a shrug from Megumi.

“Well I’m in it so I have a few tickets if you want them.” He said nonchalantly, as if he hadn’t just dropped the most unexpected bomb on his father. “You’re in the play?” Toji asked, trying to keep his voice as neutral as possible so not to scare off Megumi’s invitation.

“Yeah. A friend of mine convinced me.” Toji glanced over at you, watching as your eyes sparkled.

“Cool, well we can help you practice, if you’d like.” You said, looking over at Toji who cleared his throat, “yeah, and I can help build stuff or whatever.” Toji kept his gaze in front of him, not wanting to scare the young boy off.

He pulled out his phone having felt it buzz and arched a brow at the message.

From: Y/n

wasn’t I the one that helped you build everything in ur house ? :p

Toji reached over, behind Megumi, to shove your shoulder surprisingly gently before texting you back.

From: Toji (don’t answer)

help me get the kid w his crush i’ll take u to dinner. on me

Toji stuffed his phone in his pocket, refusing to turn to look at you since that same damned warmth in his cheeks that you always seemed to cause was back and warmer than ever.

choso

Your fingers clicked against the keys on your keyboard, filing out yet another dreaded email. With the holidays coming up it seemed like less and less people were using their brains.

One of those people being your boss: Satoru Gojo. Who was currently standing beside you, the rolled up sheets of paper that he’d probably had some poor intern print out just to give them something to do, tapping against your head in attempts to get your attention - though really, he just found a wicked sense of pleasure in annoying you.

“Yes, Gojo?” You sighed, clicking send before turning to look at him.

“Come to my office please, I’d like to discuss a very important topic.” He said. Now, if Gojo was normal you’d be very concerned at his words. Thankfully (or not, depends who you ask, really) Gojo was far from normal and if the cheshire grin and the pure evil lurking behind his cerulean eyes were anything to go by; he was just playing on something else that would surely cause you a headache.

Sure enough, the second you were in his office he was grinning even wider at you.

“So. How’s my beloved friend doing today?” He asked, leaning forward onto his elbows, his head supported by his folded hands.

“What do you want from me, Satoru.” You sighed, patience unusually thin due to the long string of his emails that he’d tasked you with replying to claiming that you did all the “proper talk” better than he did.

“Okay fine, i’ll cut to the chase but only because I have last minute party planning to do; when are you gonna do something about your little problem?”

You only stared at him, unable to find it within you to somehow guess what the hell he was talking about this time.

“Pardon?”

“Sheesh, and you say i’m the childish one. Look, because you’re my friend and I love you; we have a bet going on and while I can afford lose a grand; I’m not about to let my best friend be alone on Christmas so if confess by tonight i’ll personally give you the thousand that I have riding on this.”

Satoru was insane, you knew this, but this was just far beyond insanity.

“Don’t look at me like that! I’ll even be your wingman!” You could only gape at his words, the rest of his speech finally processing in your mind and only humiliating you further.

“You said the entire office has a bet on this?!” You whispered shouted, feeling your cheeks heat up as you thought about all the times you’d caught people staring at you whenever you and Choso spoke. It all made sense now, though really, you had hoped you’d just been paranoid. The reality of it all was much more horrifying than your mind.

“Well… Yes… We weren’t aware that you were trying to keep it lowkey, sweets…” You groaned at his words, moving to slam your head onto his desk but his hand reached over blocking you from doing so.

“Does… Does he know?” You asked, unable to look at him in the eyes.

“I think you know the answer to that…”

“I’m putting my two weeks in.”

“Nonsense! Sweets, you have this in the bag alright? And especially if you have me as your wingman! So here’s the plan-“

And so you found yourself standing awkwardly in the corner of the stupid Christmas party Satoru had thrown to “boost morale”. You had to give him credit though, despite your sour mood - the rest of the office seemed to actually be having fun. The dance floor was filled with your coworkers dancing and talking together - Satoru in the middle of it all of course, eyes bright and santa hat tilted atop his head. The man didn’t even have to drink to have that much fun, you couldn’t help but smile at the realization.

“He seems to be enjoying his own party.” Your eyes widened at the all too familiar voice next to you, swallowing your drink harshly as you turned to look at him.

Kamo Choso. Looking devastatingly handsome in a white button up, sleeves rolled up and exposing his forearms. The black slacks he wore always were a joy to witness. And as if you needed any other reason to gawk at the gorgeous man in front of you, he had decided to wear his hair down. Oh, what a treat.

“Huh? Oh! Er.. Uhm, yeah, he’s quite the party enjoyer.” You inwardly cringed at yourself, party enjoyer?! Really?

Choso only laughed, looking back over at your friend who was now doing the sprinkler - Suguru and Shoko throwing confetti at him as if it was money.

“I take it you’re not?” He asked, looking back at you before taking a sip of his own drink. You could only shrug, “I guess I prefer a quiet night in…”

“Me too.” He said, nodding to himself.

“Y/n!” You felt your entire body tense at Satoru’s call, eyes closing in fear of what was to come.

Sure enough, an arm was thrown around your shoulder. “Oh, hello, Cho!”

“It’s Choso.”

“We’re all pals here are we not? Anyway! This is perfect, i’ve been trying to get Y/n on the dance floor all night but since we’re all paired up already, do you mind a few rounds with my good friend here?”

You felt like pinching yourself, wanting so desperately to wake up from this very obvious nightmare you were having.

Unfortunately, the pinch only added to your pain and suffering.

“Uhm…”

“You really don’t have to do that, Choso. Our boss here was unfortunately dropped far too often as a child and it clearly must have caused irreversible damage.” You said, glaring at Satoru who only let out a loud laugh before patting your back far too harshly causing you to stumble forward.

“Have fun! Not too much fun though.” He winked, walking away leaving you to clean up the mess he’d caused.

“I’m… So sorry…” You cringed out. Not having the heart to face the man next to you.

Much to your surprise, he only let out a chuckle.

“Don’t be - I’ve actually been meaning to ask you to dance but couldn’t figure out how to so I guess now I’ll just have to thank him later.. If you’ll have me of course…”

Yuta

“Yuji what the hell are these?” You asked as you stared down at the ridiculously bad pictures Yuji had taken on your phone. You had put your entire trust in him seeing as he had been bending down and allegedly breaking his back to take “the perfect photos” but as you stared at the blurry atrocities on your phone - it was clear that while he meant well, Yuji was far to hyperactive to take steady photos.

“Huh? whats wrong with them?” He asked, leaning over your shoulder to look at them with you.

“What do you mean what’s wrong with them?! Are these even of me? This is a blurry picture of a dog!” You whined, hearting the picture so it’d be put into your favorites folder - it was actually a pretty cute dog, blurry or not.

“Aw man! I must’ve accidentally had the one second delay on them, i’m sorry.” He said, grabbing your phone so he could get a closer look at the photos.

“It’s okay. I don’t even really need them anyway.” You sighed, patting his head. He only pouted, handing you your phone.

“Maybe you show up in Maki’s pictures? Or inumaki’s! He took some too!” Yuji said.

“What about my pictures?” Maki asked before you could say anything. You and Yuji looked over as she walked closer to you and Yuji, Inumaki and Megumi following behind her.

“I took crappy photos of Y/n so I was just talking about your photos and how you might have better pictures of everyone!” Yuji explained, sitting next to you.

“Why’d you take crappy photos?” Maki asked, frowning at Yuji who only let out an offended scoff.

“I didn’t do it on purpose!” He replied only causing them both to argue if it had been intentional or not.

“Guys! It’s fine, really, but if I happen to show up in the background of any of your guys’ pictures then send them my way please.” You begged, clicking off your phone before leaning back on the bench you were all squeezed onto.

The campus was abnormally empty, though with the temperature dropping you couldn’t say you were surprised. Sitting outside during the winter was not something any of the other students wanted to do so you guys chose to sit there to avoid the indoor crowds. Nobara, Yuta and Panda refused to go out in the cold if it could be helped so you all usually met in the library once Nobara sent you a text telling you that the crowds had dispersed.

“Oh! Wait, I’m pretty sure I remember Yuta taking photos of everyone.” Maki said causing you to look away from Megumi and Yuji who were debating if your professors Geto and Gojo were dating or not. They just seemed to have too much unspoken energy in the air around them.

“Yeah maybe of you guys.” You sighed. Maki rolled her eyes at you, “i’m serious. He’s the likely candidate for having pictures of you. Good ones too - you’ve seen his portfolio.”

You could only shrug at her words, unlocking your phone again to see if maybe you’d missed any hidden gems.

There was nothing.

“Just ask him, Y/n! Why are you so scared?” Maki sighed, grabbing your phone and forcing you to look at her.

Your only hope was Yuta Okkotsu - the guy who honestly would’ve been your first choice (aside from Megumi who was too busy with finals to join your group) but unfortunately for you, he hated your guts.

“Oh my Gods he does not hate you.” She groaned, as she scrolled through the pictures. You watched as she grimaced at them only furthering your feeling of despair.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t even need the pictures or anything.”

“Need them or not - Yuta will have some. So speak now or forever hold your peace.” Maki said handing you your phone back.

“Well, lucky for me I enjoy my peace quite a bit.”

The week had passed with you refusing to ask Yuta for pictures. Maybe he didn’t actually hate you but you highly doubted he liked you.

Every time you’d try to speak to him, he’d find an excuse to leave the conversation as soon as possible. If it was ever just the two of you waiting for the rest of the group, he’d miraculously always receive a silent phone call that he just had to answer. If you ever asked to hang out (though this had been closer to the beginning of your friendship with the group) he’d find an excuse for that too.

Overall, the guy avoided you like the plague and had never tried to get close to you despite the rest of the group being welcoming. You couldn’t help but let it bother you a little bit since you really didn’t think you’d done anything to start off on the wrong foot with him but at the end of the day - you also didn’t want to force a friendship with him if he wasn’t open to it.

You groaned into your pillow before pulling your phone out, your finger hovering over Yuta’s contact number.

You supposed it couldn’t hurt to just ask… Though as your luck would have it, your finger must’ve been hovering a little too close to the call button and now before you could even process it, the phone had started to dial his number making your eyes widen.

“Hello?” His voice sounded leaving you with your mouth wide open and your heart about to beat out of your chest.

“Uhm… Hello?” He asked again, making you sit up as you put the phone to your ear. “Oh! Uhm, hi, yes sorry! It’s Y/n…” You said, face palming.

“Yeah… I know…”

“R-right… Sorry, uhm, I was just calling because Maki had mentioned something about you taking photos the other day? Or, last week would be more accurate…” You let out an awkward chuckle as you were met with silence.

“Uhm, hello?” You asked after a moment. Had he hung up on you? You checked the screen only to see the call was still ongoing.

“Oh. Uhm. Yeah, I did but i’m not sure if they’re any good.” He muttered into the phone. Despite his tone, you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled in your chest.

“Wait, really?! Wow! Is it okay if I stop by to see if-“

“Uhm, I don’t think… I mean, they’re not great. Probably too blurry - they won’t be any good.” He explained but you were far too excited.

“Trust me, anything will be better than Yuji’s blurry pictures.” You said, jumping off your bed and slipping on your shoes.

“I can be over in about ten minutes! Thank you so much!” You said, pulling your phone away from you so you could hang up.

You could’ve been at his dorm sooner but you figured you’d get him a coffee or something as both a peace offering and a thank you.

So with a coffee and a slice of pistachio cake you stood outside Yuta and Inumaki’s shared dorm room.

You heard shuffling on the other side of the door before it opened slowly. Yuta stood awkwardly, hands at his sides as he stared at you. You pushed through your discomfort and offered a smile before raising the treats towards him, “a small thank you - for your time and maybe for your photography skills as well.”

He only rubbed the back of his neck, glancing behind him before he cleared his throat, “uhm, look, I really don’t think you show up in any of the pictures or videos… So… Sorry to have wasted your time and stuff.” He muttered, not meeting your eyes.

You felt your eyes sting, hands lowering since he still hadn’t taken the cake or coffee from you. You were feeling rejected and embarrassed.

“Oh… Well, since i’m already here… Do you mind if I still look through? I’m sure they’re lovely regardless…” You asked, trying to keep face as you smiled up at him through teary eyes.

“I-… Uhm…” He sighed before moving sideways allowing you into his room.

You’d been in the dorm before, though it was the first time he had also been in there with you considering every time Inumaki invited you over Yuta was always suspiciously gone.

He was slow to pull out his laptop, clicking through files before he placed it down in front of you.

“These are the only ones that were salvageable.” He muttered, allowing you to click through.

Sure enough, they were gorgeous. Yuta was the only one in your group with a professional grade camera and a certain eye for photography as well so it really was a no-brainer that they’d be perfect. You couldn’t help but smile at the photos of your friends. Small ache in your chest as you realized that he had taken special care in not including you in any of them. He’d even gotten some of Yuji, who had been glued to your side the entire day, and managed to not even have a finger of yours in frame. Truly talented he was.

As you clicked through, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the recently opened file, your eyes landing on a file with your name on it, excitement filling your chest.

Figuring they’d probably just be the non-cropped versions of what you had already seen, you clicked on the file without really giving it a second thought.

Instead of that though, you were met with an entire portfolio of just you. Pictures of you smiling, closeups of your hands and eyes, videos of you just existing loading onto the screen.

“Oh…” Was the only thing you were able to whisper. “They’re… They’re beautiful, Yuta... But I- I thought you hated me?”

He stayed quiet, not meeting your eyes that had once again filled with tears. Happy ones this time.

“Yeah, well… Hopefully those work for you… I’ll uhm… I have to go but send yourself whichever ones you want.” He said, grabbing his backpack before darting out the door, leaving you with far too much to process.

a/n; tysm for reading <3 comments n reblogs always welcome ! oh and yes ! this is very much based on the movie love actually ! :3

[shesnake]

I wanted to know your thoughts on this but do you think it's fair to say either Louis or Armand are abusive in their relationship? Idek if this is a valid angle to view the characters from because I guess they're all monsters or whatever but a part of me thinks that it's kinda lukewarm to refuse to engage with the complicated themes of the show, which abuse is featured heavily and pretty clearly imo. This isn't aimed at you btw. Something I noticed is people tend to use some of Louis's less favorable moments to justify the violence he experiences. Like that post about Armand just matching Louis energy in ep 5, most of the notes are taking the stance that Louis is a cold, unempathic pimp who doesn't care about sa victims, that Armand genuinely is completely right when he says he is always cleaning up after Louis that he was only worried and tenderhearted and Louis escalated in the worst way and that after Louis said that he deserved everything that happened after. And I may be biased but to me that is so fucking crazy. To me it seems like fans, specially nonblack fans, have zero empathy for black abuse victims, actively enacting abuse culture even. But idk if that is a too reactive view. I don't want to say Louis isn't flawed because he is. But I mean we are watching the season about Armand getting Claudia killed on purpose and somehow people are still like Maybe Armand didn't do it, maybe it was all Louis, maybe Louis really asked for it. All of it. I think there's a problem there but idk I kinda feel a little crazy too. Btw disclaimer I fuckin hate Lestat this is not about comparing Loumand/Loustat lol

hi! and wow there is so much to discuss here...

I think it is fair to describe the actions of both Louis and Armand towards each other as abusive by definition but it's always important to remember that it is Armand in the position of greater power over him. Armand is older, stronger, owns dominion. He can walk in the sun, manipulate memories, and live without constant debilitating hunger for blood - all of which are things that impede Louis from being his own person outside of Armand.

Louis also faced this same predicament when he was with Lestat, but unlike Armand who uses his own innate powers against Louis, Lestat mostly used his social advantages of whiteness, wealth etc in addition to withholding key knowledge about vampirism to keep himself in control and Louis dependent on him.

and sure Louis can lash out all he wants! He can mock Armand's sexual trauma (trauma which Armand himself already gets them both to fetishise... but that's a whole different conversation...) he can hit back when Lestat hits him but when he's with either of those guys he is always going to be the victim. Nothing shitty he does to his partners, or to Claudia, or to Daniel, justifies what is being done to him by these men.

There absolutely has to be anti-blackness involved in any argument that says Louis deserves any of this. (Of course Armand as a brown South Asian man is not immune from fandom racism but his treatment is racialised in a different way that is also a different conversation). Any negative behaviour from a Black man is going to be seen by racists as exponentially more aggressive than it is, especially the cross-section with those you mentioned who aren't engaging with the complicated themes of this show exploring abuse.

They can see that Louis yelling at Armand is bad, but don't notice that Armand is being manipulative. They can see that Louis stabbing Lestat that one time during sex is bad (and still sexualise it), but don't notice that Louis is disassociating in every sex scene he has with Lestat afterwards (because they're too busy sexualising it). They can see that Louis making Daniel upset is bad, but don't notice that Daniel has been leveling dozens of racist and homophobic micro-aggressions at him since episode 1.

Armand got a few minutes to tell his tragic backstory in Louvre, Lestat had 2 or 3 different scenes in season 1 to recall his own. It's just been words. Meanwhile racists erase Louis' experiences with trauma because they never had enough fucking empathy for him to begin with to even register it happening to him! on screen! in real time! right in front of us!

And yeah Louis and Armand and Loumand are incredibly complex and compelling, and I do enjoy seeing Louis' moments of cruelty towards Armand! But he's never going to win against him in the game Armand built for him.

And in terms of Claudia, I do think that Louis failed her, as he has always failed her. And is responsible for her death in that regard. But that failure involved letting those other two fucking sharks eat her!!! I personally haven't seen anyone pushing the blame completely off Armand and onto Louis but I wouldn't be surprised. This week I've more pissed off about people levelling it all on Armand and think of Lestat as an unwilling participant.... this is of course the blonde white vampire show....

anyways sorry this is so long! thanks for the message this was really interesting to think about.

[enbypotat53]

So I've been compiling images (and composing myself), I think I'm ready to give my two cents. This'll be broken up into parts because only 10 images per post, so look forward to uh.. a lot! :,)

(MAJOR SPOILERS FOR II EPISODE 17 UNDER CUT)

We're starting with the Purgatory Mansion crew! And ohhh holy FUCK do I have a lot to say about them. First of all just. Fuck. God. Fan rambling during Test Tube's death, trying to keep himself composed?? And his denial of her death, just.. broke me. Painty having to be the one to snap him back into reality and TELL him that she's dead?? AUGHHHH 😭😭

ALSO THE PHONE?? MAN. THAT. THAT HURT.

SPEAKING OF PAINTBRUSH!

Okay I just. I genuinely this this was THE most gut-wrenching scene of II. Period. FUCKING PROPS TO JAZZY MOTHERFUCKING OLIVER CAN I LIKE. MARRY HER?? (/PLATONIC)

Okay so if y'all know me I'm pretty sure you know by now Paintbrush is my favourite OSC character. EVER. Their entire arc, their story, it just. It means so, so much to me. They're the entire reason I discovered I was nonbinary in the first place. They helped me find ways of dealing with anger in a healthy way. This fuckin' paintbrush has done more for me than I think.. ANY other fictional character in the history of ever?? This scene?? I genuinely nearly threw up from how hard I was sobbing.

Also can I just say how glad I am that Jazzy is voicing Paintbrush?? Like I don't think I've mentioned this enough but her vocal skills in this scene were PHENOMINAL and she SERIOUSLY did Painty justice. Good lord when they started crying I screamed out loud. Just. Lightbulb sacrificing herself for them, the whole "you need to be the leader now" thing?? Painty watching whilst all their friends die around them and they just have to sit there?? They can do nothing about it?? FUCK.

Them trying so hard to fight for her?? To SAVE her?? I just. I can't.

Not to mention just. This. Fuck. I'm a hardcore lightbrush shipper through and through so to me this is the equivalent of a child just trying to support their parent through the death of the other parent, but. Even if you see them platonically this hits DEEP. Their best friend, their rock, the silly to their serious, just died in front of them. The only things remaining being her lifeless corpse and a crab that she once gifted to them in memory of their friendship. Plus the symbolism of their flame dying out when Lightbulb dies?? BECAUSE THEY HAVE NOTHING LEFT TO FIGHT FOR?? ADAM ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME.

Yeah can you tell I love these guys?? (I'd post the image of Painty BEGGING Bow to tell them how to get back from death, but 10 images per post limit fucked me over :P)

(Hotel folk next!)

[underesources]

MONSTER FACTORY SENTENCE STARTERS.

quotes complied from various monster factory episodes. trigger warnings for swearing and caps. change pronouns and gendered terms as necessary.

❛ They’ve been spending a lot of time together, but are they too close? Its hard to say ❜

❛ Eugh. This one’s gone bad. ❜

❛ Let’s see if we can’t turn back the clock. ❜

❛ That was a frame perfect rat smash! ❜

❛ He’s back! He’s cool! ❜

❛ He has no will of his own. ❜

❛ You sure you didn’t say no clothes? ❜

❛ Don’t look at that. ❜

❛ What are you doing? ❜

❛ I undid him! ❜

❛ I don’t know any magic. ❜

❛ Just kidding! I know all the spells. ❜

❛ This is religious, you see. ❜

❛ I like this guy’s style. ❜

❛ I’m the strongest man on earth, how is this possible? ❜

❛ We’re back in business. ❜

❛ He’s becoming a spiderweb! ❜

❛ I’m playing croquet with his dome piece! ❜

❛ Oh, look at the strobe light effect! ❜

❛ By the way, you can’t turn this game off. ❜

❛ What is that? ❜

❛ He wants to let his son prove himself. ❜

❛ You are the worst emperor! ❜

❛ Goodnight everybody. ❜

❛ Don’t get cold feet on us now. ❜

❛ Let’s take a quick break. ❜

❛ Why is that an option? ❜

❛ She looks like a human goldfish cracker. ❜

❛ Bazinga! ❜

❛ No, don’t smile! ❜

❛ Can we do all the makeup? ❜

❛ Baby pretty. Pretty baby. ❜

❛ Daddy like a pretty baby! ❜

❛ I’m trying to find the place in my heart to love her. ❜

❛ Keep looking, mon frère. ❜

❛ See, to me, this is a woman with power. ❜

❛ This is our fuckin’ thing. ❜

❛ I’m enjoying the fuck out of this dude. ❜

❛ Is this what you had in mind, my brother? ❜

❛ I like it! ❜

❛ I like it very much so! ❜

❛ Just to keep things totally even steven. ❜

❛ Can I cut you a deal? ❜

❛ Look at that beef steak. ❜

❛ It’s gotta be full blown beef bones. ❜

❛ She’s like a human punch! ❜

❛ I can’t interact with objects yet, honey! ❜

❛ Me and metal husband are cooking you a meal. ❜

❛ You don’t frighten me! ❜

❛ I can fix this! ❜

❛ That represents a lot of different ideas. ❜

❛ Has anyone seen my very little husband? ❜

❛ God, forgive me. ❜

❛ We will need clothes in bunker. ❜

❛ I DIED! ❜

❛ I DO THIS. ❜

❛ YOU REMEMBER HOW YOUR BACKYARD BARBECUE GO, THE SMITHS. ❜

❛ You cower no more in shadow. ❜

❛ You must live. ❜

❛ Many robokisses in future yet. ❜

❛ I back. ❜

❛ Give me your authority. ❜

❛ I bet you did not oversee that coming. ❜

❛ I refuse. I refuse. ❜

❛ I can’t even look at my beautiful husband! ❜

❛ Damn you Todd Howard! ❜

❛ You gotta get the fuck outta here, dude! ❜

❛ It’s too late for me! ❜

❛ I’m doing my victory dance. ❜

❛ Give it to me. ❜

❛ My love baby is like a can of peas back at home. ❜

❛ Hey, everybody. It’s me! ❜

❛ Here’s a little secret: us bugs LOVE to breakdance! ❜

❛ This takes sting out of being recent widow. ❜

❛ Guns are just so last year. ❜

❛ I’ve been meaning to ask you something for some time now. ❜

❛ He said yes! ❜

❛ Just when you thought the wasteland couldn’t take anything else from you. ❜

❛ I’m gonna be in a deep depression for the next few minutes. ❜

❛ Hey, is this thing on? ❜

❛ Mommy’s coming! ❜

❛ This is the perfect son! ❜

❛ Just let me do the thing! ❜

❛ Things look bad, but they can get so much worse. ❜

❛ Things are kind of bleak. ❜

[toiletpudding]

HAZBIN HOTEL FANFIC

Adam x Lute ⚠️NSFW⚠️

I did it, I made a thing. 😀

Warnings: sex, a blow job, (light cock and ball torture here, Lute's a biter and Adam's into it,) swearing, Daddy kink, dirty talk, (it's Adam so, I mean, yeah) "What's a clitoris?" -The first man, small drug use mention, both of them are stoned, not much for plot, friends with benefits are what these guys are, Lute gets aroused at the idea of murdering things.

-She was bloodthirsty as fuck in that last episode you guys.

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Nothing to do but Fuck, Perform, and Kill:

"-and then the bitch has the nerve to call me a sexist asshole, me! I fuckin' LOVE women, they've got like, a bunch of hot holes to stick your dick into whenever you're bored, and I told her that and she..."

Lute inhaled the smoke from the bong, letting her mind wander as Adam continued to ramble on about his most recent fling. It had hardly been a day on Earth since they had found the body of one of their Exorcists. The idea that a hell spawn could kill one of her kind made her heavenly blood boil. She wanted to find whoever did it and pull their tongue out of their ass. Alas, Adam ordered her to wait, he'd said that in six months they would make sure this kind of thing never happened again. She knew he was right, and that they needed to be careful so that nobody caught on.

But fuuuuuuck was waiting boring. Lute was ready now, she wanted to charge down there and send every demon scurrying like bugs, to feel the excitement that only extermination brought these days. The adrenaline coursing through her golden veins as she pierced her victims' weak little bodies with her spear and listened to their pathetic screams.  Just thinking about it made her-

"Hey, Danger Tits." Lute turned, meeting her boss's scrutinizing gaze.

She straightened, clearing her throat, and ignoring the sudden heat in the pit of her belly. "Yes, Sir?"

"Are you listening?"

Lute nodded, "uh- yes sir, she gave you the bill for dinner."

"Yeah! Like, who the fuck do you think you are bitch, I'm fucking Adam. I shouldn't have to pay the bill-"

The extermination was one of the few things they had left for fun. And now not only was somebody trying to fight back, but Lucifer's brat wanted to redeem demons as a form of population control? It was fucking bullshit. Demons only deserved ,eternal damnation and death, and she deserved to have some fucking fun. The only thing they had left to do after building heaven was fucking, performing, and killing, and nobody was going to take even one of those pleasures away from her.

"Well? Are you gonna or not?" Lute blinked, registering that Adam's face was directly in front of hers. Fuck, the weed was making it hard to focus.

"Uuh, er...Y-yes?" She said, uncertain to what she'd just agreed to.

"Sweet." The large cushy sofa they were both sitting on creaked in protest as the huge angel sank back into it. Leaning against the armrest. He propped one foot up onto the cushion, and let the other rest on Lute's knees. He watched her expectantly, a shit eating grin on his face.

Lute stared at him, "What're you doing?"

Adam's smile dropped, "Pfft, is the pot making you stupid or something? You said you'd help me out."

"Help you with...?"

"The blue balls that dumb skank left me with, c'mon! I'm harder than a rock here! Put that thing down and show me a good time, bitch."

Lute gave him an annoyed look.

"You wouldn't have blue balls if you didn't pick one of heaven's residents"

"Well I thought she looked pretty fuckin' chill, how was I supposed to know she'd have a stick up her cunt...You gonna get my dick wet already or what?"

Lute rolled her eyes, oh well, there were worse things Lute could have said yes to, and it's not like she had anything else to do other than wait for extermination day.

Setting the bong aside Lute turned to Adam, who was smiling again.

"That's the spirit babe, now come to Daddy." A shuddering jolt goes through her, and something clenches in her belly.

Wordlessly, Lute crawled on top of the larger angel, straddling him and looking down. He was gazing up at her with the usual cocky smirk on his face, prominent as ever, even without his mask, "Well? You just gonna stare at me all night? I know I'm good looking as fuck, but c'mooon."

She could feel the eagerness underneath his robes pressing up against her, and through the way he was gripping her hips tightly, fingers kneading into her flesh.

Lute leaned down and pressed her lips against his. Adam returned the kiss, already trying to push his tongue into her mouth, and pulling her tightly against him. Lute's breath stuttered as his hands wandered up to her chest, roughly groping her breasts through her clothes.

"Fuckin nice," he mumbled against her lips, fingers finding her nipples through the fabric and tugging on them. Lute let out a small moan, encouraging him to continue.

She reached up, running her hands through the mess of brown tangles he called hair, forcing her fingers through whenever she felt resistance, enjoying the small grunts of pain he let out and how his groping became a little more erratic. Both of them were breathing hard when they broke the kiss.

"Fuck," Adam panted, rolling his erection into her hard enough that he nearly bucked Lute off. She gripped his shoulders to steady herself, pushing back against his rutting hips, enjoying the sensation of his clothed cock pressing into the heat between her legs.

Lute dipped her head, pressing her lips to the indents of his throat, suckling and biting, she clenched down on a particularly sensitive spot and tugged until his breath was hitching and he was squirming underneath her.

She let go after the skin was red and painful looking, pressing sloppy kisses up his neck and jaw, pulling him in again for another heated make-out session when she reached his lips.

The kiss didn't last long this time, before Adam was pulling away and whispering in her ear where else he wanted her mouth to be.

Never one to disobey an order Lute slid downward, positioning herself between his crossed legs. His erection was straining against his clothes now, ready to pop out like a jack in the box.

After an awkward struggle of shifting his robes out of the way, and with only a little help from Adam, Lute was finally able to pull his dick out from its confines. Despite being the self proclaimed "Dick master," his was relatively average, and only a little on the longer side. Nothing for Lute to complain about though.

Her hand was already sticky with cum, as it dribbled out of the tip of his cock in a steady trickle. Geez, he really was pent up.

Adam nudged her closer with his legs, "Come on come on come on! What're you waiting for bitch? It's not like it's gonna suck itsel- oooh, fuuuck yeeeah."

Without warning Lute took him into her mouth down to the base and held it there. Adam gripped the back of her head, clutching handfuls of her hair tight enough to yank a sizable clump right off of her scalp if he wanted to. His legs trembled and his feet scrabbled for purchase, heels digging into Lute's calves. Lute didn't move for a moment longer, seeing the First Man grovel underneath her always turned her on more than it probably should.

When his hips started twitching forward Lute began to slide her tongue up and down his length smoothly, the acrid and salty flavor of him coating her taste buds overwhelmed her senses completely.

Adam spat out a series of curses when Lute began to bob her head quickly, going down as far as she could until his mushroom cap bumped the back of her throat, and sucking hard when she came up to the tip. The brutal pace she set for him doesn't give Adam a chance to steady himself or even to make a snarky comment, he was completely at her mercy.

The fact that the most powerful Exorcist in heaven, who could incinerate her with a single finger gun pointed in her general direction, could barely even form a coherent word had her rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to give just a little bit of the pooling heat between her legs some attention.

"Don't fuckin stop Lute, don't stop," judging by the way he was thrusting his hips against her face and that his voice was high with excitement, Adam was already on the verge of blowing his load. Lute only moved faster and dragged her tongue across him more.

"Fuck, holy shit," Adam gasped, Lute could feel his hands shaking, "I'm gonna-fuck-" she stopped moving her head, letting him take control, and immediately he was cramming his dick into her mouth as much as he could, chasing after his orgasm, moaning with each thrust and-

And right when he was at his peak Lute bit down. His startled, pained scream was probably loud enough to be heard outside of the room.

"Fuckin, aaah, you crazy bitch. I was about to nut-fuck!" He pulled his dick out of her mouth to inspect it. Beneath the glistening spit and pre-cum covering his shaft, bright red bite marks indented his pale skin. When he saw them he began to laugh.

"Not yet," Lute rasped, she cleared her throat, "You're not done yet."

"Fuuuck," he laughed, "I didn't think I could get any harder, ow by the way."

"Serves you right, sir." Adam grinned darkly and pushed her hair out of her face.

"Do it again." Lute leaned forward and took his dick into her mouth again. His breathy sigh turned into a pain choke when her teeth clenched down, body as tense as a harp string. His hand tightened around the back of her skull. All it would take is one hard squeeze and he could easily crush her head into a pulp. The thought has her biting down a little bit harder.

When she let go Adam deflated underneath her, "You wanna get a facial?" He panted, "'Cause this is a great way to get a shiiiiiit!"

Lute clamped down on his cock again, her eyes on his face the whole time. Watching the way it twisted in pain and pleasure. She couldn't decide which she liked seeing more. Adam's lips were kiss-red and his eyes were closed and he looked absolutely exquisite. Albeit, It wasn't enough for Lute to grant him an easy finish. Not by a long shot.

She let go of his dick, and the moan that came out of him was like rock music to her ears. She crawled up on top of Adam once again; giving him an open-mouthed kiss. He kissed her back with less focus than before, like he was halfway out of his body.

Denied-orgasm Adam didn't last long, soon he was kissing Lute viscously, nipping at her lips hard enough to make her grunt in pain. "You know, you're supposed to help me with my blue balls, not make it worse." He grumbled against her lips.

Lute pulled back and looked him in the eye, both of their gazes were alight with desire. Eyes like glowing torches. "I've got something else for that." She made a show of sliding her fingers underneath the hem of her dress and down the front of her skin tight pants, watching him the entire time.

Adam's grin split across his face and he sat up. "Aw, fuck yes!" Somehow Lute ended up underneath him, a difficult feat when even a couch this size could barely fit Adam.

He reached up, tugging the dress's neckline down to get easier access to her tits. He fondled one of them, his other hand diving between their bodies to drag her pants down far enough that she could wiggle her legs out of them before groping at her crotch.

Lute shoved that hand away immediately. Beside math, the next thing Adam knew absolutely nothing about was the anatomy of a woman, and what Lute didn't need was to feel the stretch and burn as he stuffed his fingers inside of her dry.

Lute shoved that hand away immediately. Beside math, the next thing Adam knew absolutely nothing about was the anatomy of a woman, and the last thing Lute needed was to feel the stretch and burn as he stuffed his fingers inside of her dry.

Lute sucked on her index and middle finger briefly, just enough to get them dripping before sliding them underneath her clothes, nudging her undergarments to the side. Her fingers just barely brushed against her folds and already her breath was hitching. She focused on her clit instead, and it didn't take long before she was able to slide her fingers in with no resistance.

Adam grabbed at her chest while she quickly prepped herself, switching between massaging her breasts to pulling her nipples and twisting them until she moaned.

"Fuck, I love your tits, they're so fuckin soft. You like it when Daddy plays with'em like this, huh bitch?" His dirty talk only served to excite her even more, Lute curled her fingers inside and her thighs tensed.

Her breasts didn't hold Adam's attention long before he was pressing his cock forward, the head grinding against the back of her hand. Lute didn't need to be told twice. She withdrew her fingers and wrapped her legs around the other angel's hips as best she could. Adam sank down onto his elbows, and she was enveloped completely in his robes, her vision nothing but white and gold.

Her back arched as his dick prodded against her hole, before sliding up and brushing her clit. He thrusted, but missed again. "Fuckin-" Adam muttered to himself, reaching down to guide himself inside.

Lute's folds parted for his pole. Even after prepping herself the stretch still made her clit beg for reprieve. Lute's head dropped onto the sofa cushion.

" Oh, shit, " she hissed, words barely audible, as he slipped into her depths.

A strangled noise came from Adam's throat when he bottomed out inside of her, shudders racking his body as the sensation enveloped him. "Fuck, you could keep me warm all night like this," Adam breathed, cock twitching deep inside of her.

Lute jerked and moaned as his dick brushed against a spongy euphoric. It didn't take long before he was thrusting his hips, dragging his shaft out until only the tip remained inside and slamming back in in routine fashion. The way his veins felt, bulging along her inner walls was phenomenal.

She rolled her hips into his impatiently, wanting more, harder, faster. It wasn't until his mushroom cap snagged something particularly good that Lute let out an audible yelp.

Oh yeah, babe?" Adam jeered, aiming for that same spot. "Gonna gush on my cock? Bet it feels fuckin' good. I keep telling you my dick's the best."

He grasped the back of the couch to steady himself and began thrusting into her hard enough to rock the furniture and jostle Lute upwards until the top of her skull bumped against the armrest. The hard juts to her cervix had her head spinning. She whined as she brought her digits down to her aching clit, she grasped at one of her breasts with the other, clumsily groping herself.

"Fuck- gonna fuckin cream you," Adam panted, Lute moaned her agreement.

"Yeah?" He breathed into her ear, "You wannna get stuffed with Daddy's cum?"

His words sent a buzz down to her precious bud and twin peaks. His cock was electric and each burst of energy sent pleasure sparking up her spine. She was going to burst.

Spreading over her form like early sunlight, the orgasm caused Lute's eyes to roll back and her entire torso to tingle. Heat raised to her ears like a bad sunburn. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck! I'm- I'm-" she bit her tongue to fight a louder response, gasping as the pleasure consumed her completely.

Adam didn't stop thrusting, cradling the back of her head in one hand, the other still gripping the couch like a lifeline. He was holding her tighter, moving quicker, breath rattling in his chest, he was getting close.

Lute wrapped her arms around him, groping at his shoulders, his back, his ass, anywhere she could get a decent grip. Fuck she was ready for him to, to-

Adam's voice suddenly grew louder and he moaned with each thrust. Lute gasped as his cum painted her walls, filling her up completely.

"Fuck! Takeittakeittakeit, you fucking slut... !"

His moans broke off into heavy sighs and he gradually took more time between each thrust, slowing and slowing until he stopped altogether and collapsed on top of Lute with a throaty groan.

The only sound in the room after that was their shared breaths, they stayed that way for a while, until Lute eventually began to stir from her prone position underneath Adam. She loosened her grip around him; fingers aching from clutching onto his robe so tightly.

Turning her head so she wouldn't be smothered she wriggled until Adam finally huffed and shifted enough so that he wasn't fully on top of her.

"Aaah, that was good," he sighed dreamily.

Lute couldn't disagree, but the fluids caking her inner thighs was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Was it necessary to finish inside, sir?"

Adam smiled, spoiled and content. "What can I say, I like usin' that hole as a cum dump."

Lute stared at him flatly, but her boss didn't notice, he was already swinging his head around. "Where'd ya put that bong, I'm starting to even out." He shifted and Lute's entire body jolted.

"Sir."

"Aw c'mon, don't tell me you smoked it all,"

"Sir."

"Oh, wait, nah, we're good."

"Adam."

"What?"

"Your dick is still inside."

"...Oh."

[thecountesstribe]

HOTD Ep 2x7 Spoilers and review.

So this was one of my favorite episodes this season and also one of the coolest imo.

Seasmoke being protective of Addam and looking proud he terrorized Addam into being his rider was too funny. I love that dragon 😂. Come through Addam the Loyal, all Rhaenyra had to say was she's queen and he immediately acknowledged her and bent the knee, I loved that. He's really about to become my other favorite boy.

Corlys being shook and acting like he doesn't know Addam, like sir if you don't tell the truth already. He's never gonna beat the deadbeat allegations. Although when he told him “Well done” I did whoop a little. I would've kicked his ass had I been Addam though.

Oscar Tully! That's it. That's the fuckin post. He gagged Daemon and stood on business. I love to see young kids bullying arrogant adults, he reminded me of the OG lil boss Lyanna Mormont. That's my lil nephew now.

Daemon didn't take the crown. We saw him hallucinating again, this time with the sick version of Viserys and Viserys holding the crown which he didn't take. I mean anybody with a brain could summarize that he never wanted the crown, we didn't need to spend so much time in his delusions in Harrenhal to tell us that. We certainly didn't need a scene of him feasting on his mom to tell us that, yuck. For all his faults he really was about his family. He went about it the wrong way but that's Daemon for you. His stupid self destructive ass.

We had an unnecessary scene of Alicent running about the woods after leaving King's Landing. Chile anyways. Larys is totally protecting Aegon now and he's essentially crippled atp. I fear for Baela's storyline.

Rhaena is looking for Sheepstealer. Her and Jeyne are still tussling but they waited until the final 2 episodes to give her something, Baela had no lines besides looking pretty and staring at Jace. I fuckin hate it here. Could we bully HBO AND THE WRITERS SOME MORE. WTF!!

Vermithor and SilverWing looked so cool. What did that old bum feed Vermithor though? He's big asf. SilverWing just might be the coolest looking dragon. I can't rank them anymore cause I like them all 😭. Literally my favorite thing about the episode. Like the directors cooked. The dragons are funny asf 😂😭😭😭. There were a lot of parentage reveals, I don't believe for a second Saera sired that ugly man but anyways. RhaeRhae led those people to their deaths. Rhaenyra deadass gave this big ass pep talk, she reminded me of Erwin before he led the scouts out on what would be their suicide mission except she didn't stay to see the outcome or participate in it. Vermithor saw an opportunity for a buffet and took it, Hugh claimed him. Fuckin cinema. Still gonna hate his bitchass but I can't lie that was badass. SilverWing was bullying Ulf. Why do people I hate always win sometimes?! Ulf literally failed upwards. Can't be mad at it. I mean if I was a dragon I would've done the same shit. How dare mediocre specimens come before me who is essentially the next best thing after the Gods!

We got Rhaenyra speaking High Valyrian. She had her dragon squad quit on her though and gave her a warning (foreshadowing). Her also being able to calm Vermithor, that's the Dragon Queen of her era y'all. We saw a little movement with her and her protective spoiled cat Syrax too 😍.

Not people hating on Jace now. Listen that argument has been brewing since season 1. He just finally let it out of his brooding body. I don't think many people understand the implications that argument meant. He sounded classist and maybe he was, highly doubt he is but he's being realistic and in the future he was proven right (unless they scrap the book canon). Rhaenyra paralleled Viserys in that entire scene. She really is her father's child in some ways. She did to Jace what Viserys essentially did to her. The one thing that could've upheld his ascension to the throne was him having a dragon and she essentially gave a free pass to anybody to do the same, the same thing was done to Rhaenyra when Viserys decided to marry Alicent and sire more children when he knew damn well that if he had a son, her claim to the throne would've been compromised. Jace knows he's a “bastard”, a legitimate one but a “bastard” ntl (I'm not calling him a bastard in a derogatory sense either, he isn't. Laenor claimed them as his sons and that's the end of it to me) , it shouldn't matter considering the throne is not passing from his father's side but his mother's. Sure his last name would've changed the minute he was named heir and ascended as stated by Viserys but what weight does that hold now? They briefly touched on it when he spoke to Baela about his fathers but he had always been insecure about his parentage. No he didn't call his mother a whore, he's been fighting that battle all his life, she just made it worse. In the dire situation they're in, the sacrifice had to be made but I could understand why he's angry and hurt over it again. She literally just made him illegitimate in the eyes of the realm. His anger is valid. Was his tone harsh yes, try dealing with the whispers and the jeers and everything else for the past 16 years of your entire life and seeing the same proof of what everybody else sees everyday and tell me that you wouldn't hold some kind of resentment towards it. I liked how Rhaenyra was patient with him though, just wished it wasn't as rushed as the scene felt.

The last shot of the episode was fuckin brilliant. Aemond turning his bitchass around knowing he can't handle that kinda pressure. Also Vhagar and Aemond's bond may not be as strong as it should be. She clearly does not listen to him sometimes. He's still responsible for Lucerys death IDC what y'all got to say. The episode got a 4/5 stars from me just for the dragons. I'm here for Jace, Baela, Addam and the Dragons!

Until next week guys for the finale. We're going to see Tessarion and Sheepstealer next week. I'm so excited.

[pinyeti]

EPISODE 6: RETURN OF THE JEDI

Is it just me or have they just not explained the Death Star properly?

I cant take Darthy seriously anymore, he’s just a bag of organs 

Whats quirrel doing here

OMG ELEPHANT SNAKE IS BACK

Isnt this that old caterpillar from Alice n wonfderlad

WOW LUKE REALLY SUITED UP FOR HIS MESSAGE- DID HE JUST SELL???? GOLDENFACE AN R2-oh right Hans in the carbon - way to go to the dark side Luke, triangular droid trade YOU ARE YOUR FATHERS SON LUKE 

So much of Star Wars is just running into the problem with a glowstick and hoping it dies

Wow hansolo has been imprisoned, thrown into garbage, tortured, thrown into carbon, imprisoned AGAIN all cuz he has can’t shut my mouth disease

What even is their relationship with Luke btw, are they his adopted fWOAH WOAH WOAH WHEN DID LUKE TURN INTO A MAN??? Last I saw he was a child who couldn’t get a plane out of a lake AND THEY LEFT THE LAST MOVIE WITH ALL OF THTEM BEING TOGETHER wow the text in the beginning is more important than I thought 

No seriously why is Luke dressed like a pastor whats going on

WOAH GOLD BIKINI LIEA - OKAY STORY TIME I USED TO WATCH PRINCESS RAP BATTLES AS A CHILD AND THE ONE I SAW WITH LEIA IN IT SHE SAID “I wore a gold bikini and the whole world lost its shit” ANF NOW I KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

Ok yoda we get it you’re 900 no ones talking about your wrinkles anyway with pastor Luke in the room, projecting much?

Is yoda suidicdal???

WDYM LUKE IS REaDY???? HE DIDNT DO ANYTHING TO BE READY EXCEPT FLY FACEFIRST INTO A MILITARY BASE HIS TRAINING ARC IS SO SHIT

 Whos the other Skywalker?? lukes not even a Skywalker isnt his name Luke vader where’s skywalkers real son OH darthy’s deadname is skywalker

BABY WONKENOBIII IS BACKCKCKC-OMGWHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WDYM LEIAS LUKES SISTER WDYM HE SUSPECTED THIS AFTER MAKING OUT WITH HER FIFTY BILLION TIMES??? WHAT THE HELL

??? HELLO>>??? WHAT TH EHELL??? WHAT IN THE GAME OF THRONES IS GOING ON??????? How is Leia a princess then?? HahahahaHAHAHA SO YODA KNEW …… ABOUT THEIR LITTLE TRIANGLE

Nice the gang is back together, waiting for chewbakka to be revealed as darthy’s next offspring

YES YES GOLDENFACE GETTING THE RESPECT HE DESEREVEVVES I LOVE GOLDENFACEEE

I cant believe these are the idiots the emperors trying to kill

"yes I could sense you were my brother when my tongue was down your throat"

Oh yes Luke hands himself over- haha darthy sensitive over dead name 

Luke youre so stupid- but since jedis cant die is he gonna go to wherever yoda and obi wan is 

Lando is growing on me, also squid guy

This movie is gonna end with emperor and Luke dead isnt it

Is the emperor a jedi too how else does he have power or something something Sith

Id make a horrible jedi- im made of hatred

Hansolo my pathetic little idiot

I JUST REALIZED WHO LUKE EP6 REMINDS ME OF - TROY BOLTON

IS HE BEGGING DARTHY TO KILL HIM WTF

You’re telling me this big of an empire cant take down 6 idiots lead by a happy go lucky guy, never heard of this before

OHMYGOSSDDHD. LYKE YOU IDIOT NOW HE KNOWS ABOUT LEIA

Hahahah a hand for a HAND- wait what…. Why does he have a robo hand too whats going on 

Luke stop acting like you didnt hear about jedis 5 secs ago

Aw does darthy have a heart among his organs

OHMYGOD DARTHY IS A GOOD GUY????? ????? What A VILLAIN TTURNS GOOD ITS BEEN AGES SINCE I SAW A VILLAIN COME OVER TO THE GOOD SIDE

OMG DARHTY FACE REVEAL

Oh damn hes not as ugly as I thought he’d be

Kinda cute even - bro how did he even get this weak why’s he dying rn 

He has such kind eyes

Yeah ok I am so lost I NEED DARTH VADER BACKSTORY RIGH FUCKIN NOW

Is the empire this easy to penetrate? No but they did it with the power of lOVE and FRIENDSHIP 

Love lando 

YES HAN THATS THE REACTION I HAD AN HOUR AGO ACTUALLY WTF

Yes Luke its so sad your daddy that blew up an entire planet in ONE second without a single thought died IM NOT FORGIVING HIM THIS EASY

No way thats it??? They took down the empire just like that???? What??

Damn no one in this world can dance

OHMYGOD ANAKIN???? HOW CAN HE SEE THEM NOW??? IS IT CUZ HES BETTER AT WEILDING THE FORCE

ok fine anakin is cute

(3/9)

[loganlostitall]

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND

Rating: 18+ for sure

Word count: 1.7k

Characters: Negan Smith, adult gender neutral reader

Setting: Riverbend, season 11 episode 13

Content warnings: light spoilers!!! Be mindful of your own knowledge of the show. Oral sex (M receiving) and also references to oral sex (gn receiving), cum swallowing, spit/drool, slight mention of typical TWD violence, very brief speculation of Negan being dead ig?

Summary: you were in a relationship with Negan before he disappeared without a trace after Maggie took out the Reapers and found Alden. Just when you’re wondering if hope of finding him again is lost… there he is. And he’s very excited to see you.

Author’s note: I literally have no idea where this came from lmfao. I haven’t written in months and suddenly after listening to TDOPOM this little idea popped into my head and I couldn’t banish it so I sat down and slammed this out. Considering that there’s things I’ve had started since September, that’s a huge feat for me lmao. Anyways !!!

No beta, I’m gonna die with my errors like a man 🫡

NSFW under the cut

How long had it been, exactly? Whatever the amount of time, the true answer to such a question was too fucking long. Initially, when you left the Commonwealth a few days prior to venture further than your previous run in search of “resources” (also known as: your missing boyfriend; that you fully suspected everyone was too smart to believe you were looking for anything different, but continued lying to them anyway to avoid any emotional conflict) you hadn’t exactly… expected to actually find him. A piece of you had started to wonder if the time would come where you sunk a blade between a pair of vacant, milky eyes you’d despised and then adored.  

And so, you certainly were taken by surprise when one hand snatched your arm and the other covered your mouth just as it had fallen open to loose a scream. Catching the barest glimpse of familiar ink etched across the skin of your assailant’s arm, tears stung your eyes when you realized with nausea sinking low in your gut that you weren’t ready to take him out. Brain not even acknowledging the relieving factor that the fingers touching you were warm. 

In your searching for him, he found you. How poetic. 

Those same hands hadn’t left your body since. Like right now, one at the base of your skull; fingernails repetitively scratching your scalp, ever so slightly. 

“God fucking damn, I’ve missed this. I mean, I missed you too, of fuckin’ course I did, but this? Fucking incredible.” The slew of complimentary expletives were muttered through grit teeth, and between unsteady huffs of breath. A pinched groan followed immediately after the thick words. He was going to attract walkers; as flattering as it was, that was the first thought to come to mind and on instinct you retaliated what he had subjected you to not much earlier by slowly grazing your palm up the planes of his stomach, over his chest, and to his mouth... which only served to inspire another moan. 

His head bobbed side to side with some dazed form of a nod and he flashed a tired—but still as gorgeous as usual—smile when he pulled your hand away. “Okay, okay, I’ll shut the hell up,” he sighed, much quieter though clearly without lack of restraint. Pride resounded through you with every flex of his jaw.

The phantom sensation of your back being pinned flat against the tree where Negan’s is now was still very prominent, though the only evidence to show for it was the glisten of his lips and the smudges over the fabric of his jeans that clothed his knees. A dull throb resonated between your thighs when you lowered your eyes to admire the very proof of his head being nestled there not very long ago, and the hum when you smirked around his cock gave him no choice but to bite down on his fist and keep quiet. 

With that, you returned to the task at hand or, rather, at hand and mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you sunk down until the head of his dick nudged against the back of your throat and did absolutely nothing to fight the gag that sounded as a result. A long time ago, in an entirely different life, things like that had bothered you. Everything about your performance needed to be perfect, until Negan. He liked when you struggled to accommodate him. Got off on it. 

The vein along the underside of his endowment jumped and you did not hesitate to flatten your tongue and press up against it, curl the tip, and drag from end to end of the hypersensitive stripe beneath Negan’s skin and revel in the shiver it drew from him. 

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he whispered, “Fuck,” and even such a short, succinct, single syllable word seemed to knock the breath out of him. His mouth thinned into a straight line, lips all but disappearing, and the back of his head made an unceremonious collision with the bark behind it. The grimace that found his face was short lived, because that was the moment you decided was perfect to bring a cupped palm and fingers to his scrotum. They drew up instantaneously upon being touched.

He was close already. Aw. He really did miss you. 

A heavy glob of saliva rolled out between his cock and your lips when they crowned over the glans, but you simply sucked in a gulping breath and followed it with your tongue rather than fearing the quality of your performance. Smearing your drool down the length of his shaft would surely ease the glide of your mouth for whatever little remainder of time there was here. You would tease him about this later, but given that Negan cumming fast was a rare occurrence, it would mainly be playful bragging. 

The practically hypnotic motion of his nails carding through the short hairs where your head met your neck ceased abruptly after deepthroating him once more, and you would have mourned the loss if not for the heavy lidded, glazed over, hazel brown eyes that truly appeared to be doing nothing less than memorizing the way every feature of your face looked when your lips were stretched around him. You pushed up on his balls and squeezed, just barely bordering outside of the threshold of pain for him, and the hissed ‘awfuck-’ was your only warning. 

Never would you have believed that you could miss the taste of a man’s cum, and yet here you were, realizing how fucking happy you were to be tasting him, swallowing everything down like some sort of elixir. Hardly an easy task around something in your mouth, and repeatedly ramming down your throat due to him holding you in place as his hips jerked, but you were more than enthusiastic despite it. All you could do was squeeze your thighs together, breathe through your nose, swallow, and allow yourself to be used for the first time in what had felt like the longest six months in your entire life. Suddenly you couldn’t remember a single sweet thing that had ever tasted better than Negan Smith.

Though logically you knew it wasn’t a very long affair, the limited intake of oxygen disoriented you enough that you couldn’t quite tell how much time passed before the grip on the back of your head relinquished and a now softening erection retracted from your mouth. You drank air into your lungs as if you’d been under water and dropped your hands, both of which had a tacky mixture of drool and precum connecting them to your lips and his skin, all while holding eye contact even though his own gaze was trained upon your swollen, sticky mouth. 

After a moment to collect himself and gather his bearings—both literally and figuratively because he tucked himself back inside of his boxers but didn’t pull up the zip, Negan offered out his hands for you to grab hold of and help you back onto your feet. There were matching patches of dirt on your knees. As you started to bend down to dust yours off, a finger hooked beneath your chin to raise your head once more. He wiped the light, streaky eyeliner you managed to score from Princess off of your cheeks; and afterwards brought the hem of his black t-shirt to your mouth that was no more than a mess of goop but that wicked tongue of his peeked out from between his teeth as he cleaned up the mess. 

“So goddamn hot, baby,” Negan rushed forward to steal a kiss, which you happily reciprocated and that same tongue followed shortly after. You could still taste yourself in his mouth. Certainly, his own flavor lingered behind as well. The groan that fled his mouth to dissolve into yours was answer enough. “Fuckin missed the taste of us. Swear my dick could get hard all over again just from this shit.” His hand dropped to your own jeans that you’d secured back over your hips after you came, just in case a situation arose and the both of you had to be able to run quickly. Bypassing the zipper, Negan slid his fingers past the waistband and dipped into your underwear to gather what remained of your excrement and his own saliva, raising it to his lips to lick his fingers clean. There had hardly been enough time to suppress a moan before his mouth found your neck and you rolled your head off to the side, giggling in the process, to allow further access. 

Unfortunately for the both of you, upon looking towards where you could only assume Negan had been taking shelter, your eyes fell to a sight that meant things would have to cease for now. 

“…Is that Gabriel?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah, forgive me Father or however the fuck that goes.” 

His mouth had only ceased its assault on your throat long enough to mumble the words against your skin, sending a chill through you and raising goosebumps all over you that would have to go ignored. Much to your chagrin, Gabriel and Aaron were approaching the building that Negan’s new group resided within, and perhaps it was paranoia but a little skepticism went a long way since the dead started walking.

While half-assedly shoving his face away from yourself, you asked, “What are your new men like?”

“Not very nice,” he answered with a shrug; failing multiple attempts to dodge your hand until deciding he would settle for kissing your palm instead. Would have been endearing under any other circumstance. 

“Negan Smith!” 

“UuugghhhhUUUUUUHHH fine!” He blustered overdramatically, tossing his arms up over his head with a heaving sigh and roll of his eyes just before zipping his pants back up, and then yours after. You wiped your hands on his pants as he began walking. 

And, even despite the current circumstance, after all the time you’d spent missing him, you couldn't help but smirk at his grumblings about no amount of Hail Mary’s or Our Father’s being repentance enough for what he would do to them for giving him Blue Balls as he guided you around the building for safe entry. 

Like he hadn’t cum already. If you made it out of this, which you could never be sure of anymore, it seems like you were going to have a lot of sucking up to do. 

Literally. 

This one-shot was actually a massive challenge for me because I’ve always found it almost completely impossible to write something so short because I try to pour everything into my writing and drag it out.. which really makes me worry that this is horrible/boring 😭

Anyways, hope it’s not and people find it decent. I won’t be doing much x reader stuff because I have an OC and an entire story planned out for him when I find the time, but there will be a few ! :)

Idk who else to tag other than my loyal bffs @murdadixon @hopefulatrocity @lanadelnegan 🥰 besitos para mis bebés

[slimybeth69]

Such Small Hands

unbeta'ed, cross posted from my ao3.

mean/dark!joelxreader (no physical descriptions girthy age gap--no actual age mentioned but reader could be in her mid twenties- early thirties, no use of y/n. No physical descriptions but reader has an extensive background. Canon to the last 3 episodes of the series.) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, mentions of potential SA, graphic depictions of blood, reader brings up her past and shitty family (if it ain't for you, sorry). This takes place after the events of Crybaby With as much smut as this has, this is an angsty fic and it's building bonds and falling in love (maybe). And Ellie!! Little Baby Ellie is in this one!

Chapter 3- Beg

Chapter List

Ellie walked in front of you and Joel almost the whole morning. Not saying a single fucking word. Which is so unlike the girl. She’s always got something to say. You stop, Joel watches you as you fumble around inside your backpack and find what you’re looking for. 

“Gimmie a minute.” You hobble up to Ellie quickly and reach for her shoulder when she doesn’t answer you.

Once you have your hand on her, she stops and looks back. 

“What?” Ellie sighs softly, looking up at you. Something different in her eyes, she’s a different girl right now, standing in front of you. “What’s up?” She plasters a small smile on her face as she notices you searching in her eyes. “You okay? Is it your leg?” She looks past you to Joel who has sat down on the median. 

“Let’s talk.” You wrap an arm around her shoulders for comfort. Mostly for support because your leg hurts but she helps you limp over to a spot behind an RV left abandoned in the road. 

“What’s there to talk about?” Ellie watches as you ease yourself onto the bumper of the RV. She stands in front of you, with her hands at her sides. Fingers picking at her thumbs. 

“What happened at that place?” You whisper, keeping your voice low so Joel can’t hear. “What really happened?” You eye her knowingly. “You don’t just stab a man seventy-five times in the chest and face for no reason. They would have called that a crime of passion back in my day.” You watch her face and her eye twitches gently and her lip curls. “What made you so passionate?” 

“He didn’t–” She stops herself and looks around the RV to Joel. “He didn’t do what you’re thinking.” She said it hushed. You sigh with relief. “He tried. He almost did.” Ellie’s voice starts to quiver. “He was on top of m-me and he was so h-heavy.” She starts to weep. You push yourself off the RV bumper and wrap your arms around her. 

“Shhhh it’s okay. It’s alright. You killed that cuck weirdo.” You whisper, holding her close to you. Joel comes around the corner but you wave him away wildly. “You fucking did it.” You encourage her. “You did it all by yourself and you fucking saved me.” You chuckle as she sobs into your chest. 

“I was so scared.” Ellie is ignoring your kind words of encouragement. “So fu-fucking scared. I thought he-he-he was g-g-gonna-” You pull her face into your chest and hold her there, letting her sob. The compact in your hand shines in the light. You look at it for a long time as she wraps her arms around your waist. 

“Shshshhh. You’re here with Joel again and everything’s gonna be okay.” You whisper down to her. “It’s all gonna be alright.” Now you have to try and tell her about the hospital and the doctors and what you think they have planned for her. “C’mon. Breathe and come sit with me.” You pull her back, further away from the camper that Joel climbed inside. 

“I’m so stu-” You stop Ellie from finishing her sentence as you pull her down to the ground with you. It’s nice to take some weight off your leg and relax. You’ve been on the move since before the sun came up.

“Don’t fuckin’ say it.” You hold a finger up to her. “Not stupid.” You grimace as you adjust your leg so it’s not pressed into the pavement as hard. “I have to talk to you. And I just want you to be honest with me, okay? Don’t tell me what you think me or Joel want to hear. Okay?” It’s impossible to not want her to be safe. Ellie is just a girl. Just like you were once. 

“Okay?” Ellie’s confused. Doesn’t understand why you’ve pulled her away from Joel and need privacy. 

“Who told you about this hospital?” You ask. Her eyes widened. “I made Joel tell me what you guys were doing out here. I told him I’d leave if he didn’t tell me.” You explain. Her eyes stay wide. “Who told you about it?” You ask again. Ellie stays quiet for a long time.

“Marlene. She’s the one who took care of me.” Ellie explains finally like she decided that you’re okay and can be trusted. “She told me about the hospital. About the cure.” You nod at her and chew at the inside of your lip. “She said if I can get there, the doctors might be able to find a cure. I could help fix all this.” You keep nodding.

“How do you think a cure gets made, El?” It’s a tiptoed-around explanation for why you split up from Joel. She shrugs and thinks for a while. 

“Probably my blood or something like that?” She questions you. You can’t look at her, it’s too hard. 

“Yeah, probably with your blood. Yeah.” You nod and finally look at her. Ellie is hanging on every word you say. “I don’t think…” You trail off because it’s so hard to tell her. “I don’t think they’d be very nice…to you. If you go there. I don’t know how cures get made, but I do know how they have to look for diseases in your brain. At least I think I do.” Ellie is watching you so intently. “You just need to know what you could be walking into. You go there and if you decide that you don’t want to help the cause like you think you do right now, they might not let you leave, Ellie.” 

Ellie stares at you for what feels like an hour. You think it might have been an hour the way Joel kept clearing his throat from behind you. You’d put your hand behind your back and wave him off each time. Ellie just looked at you. Eyes big and bright. Something new was in them now, something that hadn’t been there before you let her ride off on that horse. It wasn’t fear, it was understanding. Like she really knew what you had warned her about now.

“I…I think I still want to go.” She whispered after a moment. You nod and put your hand on her shoulder. 

“If that’s what you want, yes, Joel and I will take you there. We’ll stay until we know you’re going to be okay. If you want to leave we will leave. Ok?” You squeeze her shoulder gently. She starts to say something but stops herself. You give her another squeeze. “Go ahead, what’s up? Let’s talk now before we walk into something with no plan.” You still have your hand on her shoulder. 

“What if they don’t let me leave?” It's said so small and so quietly you almost had said ‘what?’ but then it clicked in your head. 

“Not gonna happen. Joel won’t let it. I won’t let it. If you want to leave…you get to leave. Sound good?” You nod at Ellie for confirmation. She nods back softly. “Good. Here you go, turd .” You hand the compact to her. “Now you can look at that pretty face all day long. Just keep your grubby hands off my stuff.” You try to stand but your leg is on fire. Ellie jumps to her feet and tries to help you up but her hand slips–she’s still holding the compact– and you fall back on your ass softly. 

“Alright, idiot brigade. I got it.” Joel huffs as he jogs to the two of you. “Ready?” You nod up at him as he heaves you to your one good leg. “You both good now? I found this in the RV. Have either of you ever seen this?” Joel holds up a game of Sorry. 

“I will beat both of your asses so fucking bad at Sorry.” You turn so Joel can toss everything but the box inside your duffle bag. You’ll sort it all out later. The box is too big. Too noisy. 

“I’ve never played it,” Ellie says as you guys start walking again. Joel’s got his arm around your waist, letting you put your weight on him as needed as you try to hobble along without his assistance. It’s hard though, everything below your knee on your right leg feels like it’s consistently being stung by wasps—every inch of it. You try to not let it show because you don’t want to make Ellie feel worse than she already does. 

“Okay then.” Joel smiles down at Ellie. “We’ll get our asses beat by crybaby over here tonight after we find a place to sleep.” You shoot a glance up at Joel when he calls you that. 

“Hey! I stabbed her in the leg. She can be a crybaby if she wants.” Ellie starts to defend you but you wave your hand at her. “No, that was so mean. He should be apologizing right now .” Ellie growls at him like it’s a demand she’s making. 

“Sorry,” Joel smirks down at you. “No more name-calling.”

Joel and Ellie sat on their side of the game board that night and you explained to Ellie how the rules worked. Joel eyed you the entire time, you could feel his eyes on you sometimes while you talked to the teenager. 

“Ones and twos get you out of start” You slide your little plastic red piece out of the start circle. “Sorry’s let you take any piece you have in your start base out and take the place of another player and then you send them back to the start.” You smirk at Ellie. “If you land on another persons piece, they get sent back to the start.” You slap Ellie’s piece off the board with yours. “If you get all your pieces at home you win.” There are more rules but you’ll go over them as they come up. The next two hours are spent around a small fire Joel made in a fireplace in the house you guys found. It’s warm and comfortable. You can’t remember a time you laughed this hard watching Ellie’s face when Joel sent her last piece right back to start as she was about to win. 

“Sorry kid,” Joel said so unapologetically as he slid her piece back into the start circle. Ellie watched with her big brown eyes like she couldn’t believe that he would do that to her. “You’re the only one out, she’s got all her pieces in home or still in the start space!” He exclaims, pointing to you. “You’re the only one!” Joel laughs as he slides his piece to where hers had been. 

“Oh sure, let your girlfriend win. I see how it is.” Ellie sasses with a smirk on her face. “Lame. You’re both lame.” She had been sitting on her knees and now she sits back on her ass and looks over at you. “Did you play this a lot as a kid?” She asks, watching you pull another card from the pile. You can do nothing with it. 

“I used to when I was really little with my brother and sister.” You feel Ellie’s eyes snap up to you. “Then my brother went off to the military and my sister went to college and I didn’t get to play Sorry again.” You sigh. You never saw either of them again after they left. Your brother called and said things were getting pretty bad and that the three of you should wait for your sister and then head out of Jersey as soon as you could. Get somewhere secluded. Your sister never made it home before the full outbreak happened. 

“Did they–” Ellie starts but you just shake your head. She stops and watches as Joel pulls a card and moves three spaces. Ellie pulls a card. “What was highschool like? I’ve heard stories about it, was it like a university?” She’s so curious, it’s adorable. You shake your head at her. 

“No, high school wasn’t like a university. Kind of… You had classes in different rooms of a big giant school. You’d march down the hallway with everyone else in between the classes and talk with your friends and if you had one, sneak into the stairs to make out with your boyfriend or girlfriend.” You try to hold back a smile as the memory floods back to you. “Yeah, that was the best part. The stairs–”

“Alright, enough of that.” Joel shakes his head. “She’s fourteen–” 

“Exactly and if we weren’t in this situation I know she’d have four of five people lined up in the hallway waiting their turn!” You exclaim quietly. Ellie presses her lips together tightly and tries to hold back a smile. “She’s fourteen. It’s normal to think about that stuff. I was thinking about way more than–” Joel clears his throat and you have to laugh when you look at Ellie who is still smirking with her big eyes. You mouth to her, ‘so much more’. 

Joel gives your good leg a tap and eyes you. You stick your tongue out at him and lay back on the floor, the game of sorry completely forgotten about. You wonder what Ellie would be like if she wasn’t stuck in this fucking place. Would you two go shopping for clothes and makeup? You could have taken her to your mom’s salon to get her hair done. It makes you sad thinking it’ll never happen. 

“Has anyone ever given you a haircut?” You look back at Ellie and she nods. 

“Joel’s brother's wife gave me one before we left the community,” Ellie explains, holding the end of her ponytail up for you to see. You nod at her, satisfied with the answer. “My first one in a long time. Maybe forever.” Ellie looks at the end of her ponytail now. 

“Whenever you want another, just let me know.” You look at Joel now. “You too. I’ll do both of your guys’ hair if you want me to.” 

“Did your mom teach you?” Ellie asks curiously. You shake your head. 

“No. She didn’t let me touch scissors.” You explained. “I wouldn’t be able to learn until I went to cos classes.” You sigh.

“ Cos classes?” Ellie asks confused. You laugh and lean up on your elbows. 

“Cosmetology Classes. School. It’s hair school.” You explain. “My mom just always called it ‘cos classes’ you say in your best Jersey mom accent. Joel laughs when you do it. Ellie does too. 

“That’s what she sounded like?” Ellie keeps a smile on her face. You nod exaggeratedly and the accent that sits right under your tongue at all times comes back easily. 

“Oh of course. We all did.” The vowels are long and drawn out. It comes out ‘ O awve caws. Wee’awl did’. Ellie laughs at you again. You smirk and put the accent back under your tongue. You save it for moments like this or when you’re really angry. Like when you stood outside the garage yelling at Joel. It had come out then too. Just a little. 

“You didn’t talk like that.” Ellie is shaking her head at you. You nod again and think about how annoying you and your loud friends probably were at the malls and the movie theaters. But you were just one group of girls amongst thousands of groups of teenage Jersey girls and you all were annoying at fourteen-fifteen years old. Most kids are. 

“I sure did and my boyfriend used to talk like that too! I used to date a guy who talked like that all the time and I loved it!” You exclaim to her with a smile on your face. “My friends used to talk like that and my mom and aunts! What’s so hard to believe about that?” You let the accent come out a little again. 

“I don’t know how any of your guys understood each other.” Ellie laughs and pulls one knee to her chest. “Were you in love with your boyfriend?” Ellie shoots her eyes to you and then to Joel. You don’t look over at him before you answer. 

“I think I was, yeah. At fifteen, almost sixteen–yeah. I was.” You think back on him fondly. “He was a good kid. He was really nice to me. Really sweet. A real good guy–he would have been a good guy, eventually.” You stumble over it because you don’t know what happened to him. “I never told him though. I was too scared.” You lay back on the floor and rest your hands under your head. “Have you ever been in love?” You turn your head to look at Ellie. She doesn’t say anything for a while. 

“I think so. Yeah.” She doesn’t say anything else. She’s not as forthcoming with information as you are. It’s been a while since you’ve talked to people this way and it’s nice. You have nothing to hide.

“Was she nice?” You ask softly. Ellie just nods. You don’t push it anymore. 

Ellie looks at Joel now and it’s like he can sense it’s coming because he sighs so loud it scares you. You lean up on your elbow again and watch as she asks him what you think she’s about to ask him. 

“Were you in love? Or was it just you and Sarah?” Joel's eyes flick to you for a nanosecond and then he’s looking back at Ellie. Who the hell is Sarah? 

“For a while, yeah. I was.” Joel explains. You know that Joel wishes you weren’t here for this. You and Joel don’t get personal. That wasn’t part of this deal; you might get personal with him but he doesn’t get personal with you. Never has. And that was fine with you. It’s not like this man was going to be your forever. It’s definitely better than sitting in that cabin in the woods alone all the time like you used to, but definitely not your forever.

“What happened?” Ellie pushes him which is bold since she’s so withholding of her own information. Joel’s eyes flick back to you for a moment and then he looks back at Ellie. You want to tell him to keep his eyes away from you like that. It makes you nervous when he does it like he doesn’t trust you sitting off to the side of him the way you are. What are you gonna do? Hit him for having a life before the outbreak when you were fifteen? No. You’re not like that. 

“She left. Left me with Sarah when she was just a baby.” 

Oh…that fuckin’ sucks. 

“How old was Sarah when she left?” You blurt the question out. “I’m sorry.” Joel sighs and looks at you now. 

“Sarah was four months old when my wife left.” Joel looks pained when he speaks. “She was twelve when the outbreak happened.” 

Oh shit. Joel had a daughter. The fact that he has never talked about you doesn’t shock you, Joel has told you maybe seven personal things and one of those things was his name, so. You’re still learning, nothing comes as a shock to you anymore though. 

“I’m sorry.” Ellie whispers, “We don’t have to talk about it.” Joel shakes his head and starts to pack up the board game. You give him your bag to sort it all away. 

“It’s okay. Can’t go the rest of my life not talking about her.” Joel whispers. “It is getting late and we have to be up early so let’s all get to bed. Sleepers tonight in the living room by the fire.” Joel gives the order and you and Ellie start moving furniture around the fireplace. Ellie snuggles up on the couch. You lay your sleeper out and then tell Joel you have to change the dressing on your leg before bed. He offers to help. 

You two go into the secluded room towards the back of the house, it’s not as warm or as light but you hold the flashlight as Joel unwraps your calf. 

“This is bad.” Joel looks at you as you inspect the stab wound on your leg. “It’s probably infected.” Joel sets his fingers around the outside of the open flesh and doesn’t even need to apply any pressure before you’re whimpering and trying to crawl away in pain. Joel rips his hand away and holds on to your wrist. “It’s hot. Very hot. I’m surprised you can walk on it.”

“Don’t touch it again. Just wrap it back up.” You whimper as he goes into his bag for the supplies. This was not great. Definitely not something you wanted to be happening but it was alright. You guys were going to a hospital. You’d get fixed right up. 

“You have to let me inject you with some antibiotics. I cleaned the needle, I know it freaks you out but you’re gonna lose your damn leg, or worse.” Joel warns as he pulls the bottle of clear liquid from his first aid kit. 

“Ughhhh. How do you know it’s clean enough?” You groan and let your head lean back against the hardwood floor behind you. 

“Well… I don’t, but it’s better to put the antibiotics in you than not.” 

“I don’t really think that medical professionals would agree with you on that but alright fine. I don’t want it to go septic.” You don’t. That’s how your dad died and it was horrible. You’d shoot yourself before you got that bad; astonished your dad didn’t.

“Good thing they’re not here.” Joel gives you a shot of medicine right near the gash in your calf. You think you’re going to bite right through your tongue when he does it. It elicits the most disgusting groan you’ve ever let come out of you. It's a cross between a groan and a cry for help and a wheeze like the wind just got knocked out of you. 

“ Je-sus Christ.” You pant as he withdraws the needle. You were clenching your fist together so tightly your fingernails dug into the skin on your palm so hard you have indents. 

“Did good, little bird.” Joel comforts you as he cleans the wound with alcohol. That hurts worse. It does make you cry out in pain softly. “It’s okay. It’s almost over. Then I’ll make you feel real good.” Joel speaks under his breath as he wraps your leg in new gauze and tapes it up carefully. You whimper and tremble underneath his touch the entire time. 

“Okay, the feel-good part now -please.” You let your legs fall apart and Joel is quick to plant himself between them. His mouth finds your pussy like he’s hungry for it. He hasn’t done it since the last night in your cabin. Your hand turns the flashlight off, lets it fall to the floor quietly and it finds his hair. “Yes.” You whisper softly. 

Joel’s tongue is already working slow oblong shapes around your clit. Fuck it feels so good. Every bad feeling you’ve ever felt leaves your body as Joel moans softly against your pussy. His facial hair tickles your thighs and mound as he works his tongue against you slowly. He wants you to feel good and you can in the way he’s taking his time on you. 

“Perfect slutty cunt.” Joel growls against your folds as he lays down directly on the floor between your legs so he’s not hunched over. “I fucking love eating it.” You let him talk because you cannot find the strength in you to tell him to shut up and just put his mouth back on you. Joel doesn’t need to be told, he returns to your middle and laps at you hungrily. Force behind his tongue as he circled it around your clit.

Joel snakes his arms around your thighs gingerly and spreads them a little further apart. His mouth wraps around your clit and sucks as his tongue flicks. You have to put one hand over your mouth to not cry out at how wonderful it feels. You can feel Joel smile against you. 

“You want it inside you?” He growls. You can hear him already unfastening his belt and you’re just confused because he hasn’t even made you come yet, and that’s just not how Joel works. If he eats you out…he makes you come. You whimper as he returns to you. “It’s just too fucking good tonight, I need it now.” His voice is husky with lust and it makes you throb as he laps his tongue against you again. “So fucking bad. Been thinkin’ about it all fuckin’ day. Holding on to you. Touching you all fucking day.” He groans from somewhere deep inside him like it’s been paining him to touch you without being able to be inside you. That makes you throb harder as he slides two fingers inside you. 

“Fuck.” You whisper as he curls his fingers. “Yes, put it inside me.” It’s fine. You don’t care, you’re here for this reason and you know that it’s going to be good, he just got you warmed up. Joel doesn’t hesitate and is up between your legs undoing his belt. He leans over you and presses the weight of him into your chest– You hate it. You want him off of you and out from between your legs. Something is wrong and you don’t like this feeling. Joel can’t sense this yet and tries to kiss you but you turn your head away from him. 

“What? You don’t wan-”

“Get off me.” It’s short and you have your hands on his shoulders and you’re trying desperately to get this man off you. Joel looks down at you with confusion all over his face. You’re in fight or flight mode now. You push Joel harder and start to squirm and wriggle underneath him. Joel shoots up and the minute your legs aren’t being forced apart by his hips and his weight is off your chest you feel fine. Everything is okay and you don’t know why you were freaking out. 

“Are you…okay? Did I hurt you?” Joel asks as you lean up on your elbows. He looks so concerned and also a little puzzled still, he’s just as confused about your reaction as you are. You look up at him probably with the same exact puzzled and concerned face. He starts to check your leg. 

“Yeah–no. Yes, I’m fine. No, you weren’t hurting me.” You sigh and lay back down on the floor. You’re frustrated because you do want Joel inside of you, even now you’re still aching for him. “Can you just flip me over?” You start to turn over onto your stomach but Joel stops you and raises an eyebrow. 

“You sure?” He doesn’t sound convinced. You nod and continue onto your belly. You bend your knees, even though it hurts, and arch your back for him. You can still feel him hesitating as he puts his hands on your ass. You look back at him over your shoulder. 

“I’m fine. I mean it. Please.” You wiggle your hips against him, “I need you.” You can feel Joel place himself between your legs again, just from behind and nothing bad happens. You let out a small sigh of relief as he starts to rub the head of himself against you. That feels good. Very good. You push back against him a little and you hear him sigh. He’s stroking himself behind you, getting himself ready again.

“You want it?” Joel growls, he’s got his bedroom voice back. You nod and he slips it inside of you. It fills you quickly and knocks the air out of you. It feels so good as he slides out of you slowly and then drives himself back into you quickly, bringing your hips back to meet his.

“Yes. Yes.” You whisper to yourself as you try to arch your back more dramatically, opening yourself up a little more to him. You rest your forehead on your hands on the floor. 

“Slutty lil crybaby like this?” His voice is hushed but still humiliating. “You like when I fuck you like this?” You groan softly as he sheathes himself fully again and grips your asscheeks tightly. “I like to fuck you like this. Look at this perfect fucking asshole while I’m inside you.” Joel reaches forward and grabs a handful of your hair. He pulls you back gently, holding your head back, thrusting himself inside of you quickly. Your wet smacking skin loudly slaps together and his belt jingles with each thrust. 

“I love it.” You whine in this not-super-comfortable position, but it’ll do. You can feel him already working on pumping that little ball of energy more full each time he drags his cock along your walls. “Please make me come.” You whisper. You need release, as good as he’s making you feel you’re still in pain and this new position doesn’t help your leg at all. You’re dying for something to make you forget about it. 

“Oh lil crybaby wants to come? How bad?” Joel growls quietly, his fingers grip your hair tighter. “Beg me for it.” Joel rams himself inside of you and holds you against him so you can’t pull away and then push back against him. “Beg. I wanna hear it.” Joel’s voice is like country road gravel. It's so rough. You love it. You try to pull away from him but his hips follow yours and he drags you back into him. “No no, little bird. You have to beg. Then you can make yourself come.” 

A groan escapes your lips and Joel brings his hand down hard onto the soft flesh of your ass. It makes you yelp quietly. He does it again. 

“Don’t fuckin’ complain. Who are you? Just a slutty lil crybaby who’s hungry for what?” Joel pulls back on your hair a little tighter. “Say it, what are you hungry for?” You smirk and instead of pulling away you grind your hips against his in a small circle. It makes him groan quietly from behind you. Another hard, loud smack on your ass. “Say it.” 

“Cock. I’m h-hungry for c-cock.” You moan, his hips start to move in a similar motion to yours but in the opposite direction. The length of his cock moves and rubs against your slick walls. Sliding around easily inside of you. “I want to come so bad, Joel please.” You start to beg him for release, you need it so badly. “I’ll do anything for it. Please spank me again.” You push back into him and moan loudly as he somehow pushes deeper inside of you. Joel gives you what you asked for. You can feel the red hot handprint already forming after the crack of his hand on your ass filled the room. 

“Don’t stop.” Joel breathes out as he begins thrusting inside of you again, more force behind the, quicker now. The ridge of his cock rakes along the walls of your cunt as he does it. It’s going to make you come before you can finish. You try and strain the words out for him before he can do it to you.

“Please Joel I want to come on your cock so b-bad. P-please l-l…et me come on it. Please spank me again, Joel.” You're so pleased with yourself that you got all those words out before you came. Joel’s thrusts become more staggered and messy, it doesn’t matter, you’re right there and he sends you over the edge. Your walls clench around him and he releases his grip in your hair, that hand frantically grips your hips and pulls you down onto him. 

You’re fighting with Joel for who can do what. You want to keep going, Joel wants to hold you down. You whine loudly and Joel keeps thrusting into you, moaning breathlessly from behind you as he draws the rest of your orgasm out of you. 

“ Thank you.” You moan quietly.

Clicking. 

Joel is out of you and on his feet, holding his belt buckle in his hands to silence it. You lay on the ground with your hand over your mouth. 

No fucking way you guys are really getting stalked by a clicker right now with your fucking pants down. Literally. You are still face down, ass up and you’ve got one shoe on. One of your pant legs is still on, the other is dangling around by your ankle with its twin! Joel presses his fingers into the soft skin of your ass to steady himself. You both stay as still and as quiet as you possibly can trying to hear where it’s coming from. The three of you are all on the first floor. Windows and doors were locked. You were just in a room off the back of the house that had a door you could shut. 

You guys got too comfortable. The thought was going through your head when Joel spanked you for the third time that you were both being too loud and needed to quiet down but everything just felt too good. You don’t hear it again but you both definitely heard it the first time. Joel still hasn’t moved so neither do you. 

Very faintly you can hear it. It’s not as close to the house anymore but is still nearby in the neighborhood. This means you’d have to switch off keeping watch while the other slept. It made you sad. You were excited to snuggle up into your sleeper beside Joel’s. You two had even set them up next to each other which had never happened before. The clicking grows fainter. It’s still too scary to move. You don’t think you’ve taken a breath since you heard it originally. You exhale silently. You inhale just as quietly. You’re panting. You had been holding your breath. 

“Ok.” Joel almost mouths to you. It’s just breath, practically no sound. You hear him very carefully fumble with his belt buckle. You start working on getting your own pants on. You put your other shoe back on.

“Throw it away.” You mouth, nodding down to the belt buckle he’s still working on silently. He shakes his head and quietly opens the door of the room you were in. Ellie is sitting up on the couch. 

“Did you hear it too?” She too almost breathes it out. 

You’re worried what else Ellie could have heard if he could hear the clicking. You and Joel have to be more careful. Less senseless. This whole situation was uncomfortable. Ellie. The clicker. Nope. 

Joel offered to do the first watch after Ellie lay back down on the couch. After she fell asleep he rubbed your back gently. 

“You good?” He whispered when you turned in your sleeping bag to look at him. You give him a raised eyebrow. “Your lil freakout. You ok? What was that?” Joel still sounds concerned. You have to think why you felt that way. You’re not entirely sure. 

“I don’t know. I’m fine. I feel fine. I obviously didn’t want you to stop. Just didn’t like my legs being spread open like that. We don’t normally do that.” You’re not lying. You’ve maybe done that position once or twice in the old place but that involved taking your pants all the way off and to do that you had to take your boots off. It was a whole ordeal “I don’t know. We just won’t do that again.” You keep whispering as quietly as you can. 

“What if I wanted to kiss you?” Joel furrows his eyebrows. You have to hold your lips in your hand to stop a laugh. 

“Do you mean spit into my mouth?” You whisper even quieter than you thought you could. “You never kiss me during. Weirdo.” You roll over in your sleeper and let Joel continue to rub your back because it does feel good. You don’t know if you’ll actually sleep tonight. Your leg is on fire and you’re freaked out by that clicker being so close. Joel lulls you to sleep through eventually. He doesn’t wake you up either for your shift.

[mearyvet]

MASTERMIND SPOILERS

Rewatched this Masterpiece several times already. Though it felt truly bombastic and huge - witch by all means it IS - I feel like I'm gonna explode if not bring some crucial moments that tormenting me and forcing to dove deeper:

1) trial by jury or not. Okay, you called the rank of Gonetia - it makes sense (although, even for the semblance of a jury trial, it’s a little shameful that the only one who cast a vote was Vasago).

But why. In the Hell. Calling whole crew of Sins?) *exeot of Luci of cource* Am I the only one who finds it a liiitle too much exaggerated ? Like... what's the point?... Maybe the motive of Threat to all of Hell & fear of living realm to discover actual afterlife is real an' shit. But you know what?)) They failed to convince me this is suuuuch a big deal😁.

Except of Ozzie and Bee (ok, Mam, you too) all others went silent whole session. They not so much as even pretended to care. And maybe this is even understandable: itst not like there were signs Rings other then Pride were much involved since the clients of IMP is earthborn sinners.

So..what the actual hell ?

2) Evidence?...

Hear me out. I understand that "this is Hell and noone fuckin' cares" but just think about it: Andrie calling up whole ass court hearing to a court hearing in order to accuse of theft, illegal unregistered activity and ATTEMPTED MURDER, based ONLY on the words of the interested, relative to himself person. PLUS NOT SINGLE BIT LOW KEY ABOUT HIDING YOUR MATERIAL INTEREST AT ALL.😳🤯

And Satan never ONCE pointed to hear words of the one , who appears ACTUAL VICTIME. Like... my ass this is CRAZY

And its not like there weren't SURFACE THINGS that couldn't be brought out: Ozmodeum Crystal for example!!! How did Blitz got it? By who? Why?... For real, there were so many opportunities to get Ozzie involved and make things even more tense.

IT WAS WILD TO ME HOW WHOLE COURT WENT BY, SRSLY

3)

I guess after these statements and formulations all further questions about fair trial, evidence and all this crap can be omitted🔥🫣

Blitz is right - that red bitch didn't plan to hear imps out in the first place. Highlighting power imbalance at its peak was the core of this episode for me. This trope only got juccier after "Ghostf**kers" Bloody Hell...

4) What about I.M.P. future? At the end of episode we witness Blitz's triumph but we never heard any punishment lended on crew for their actions. After Stolas got all punishment on himself everybody moved on and alike forgotten about still illegal business. No one took them under any control, did not take Crystal away in order to stop subsequent attempts to do business, did not even fine Blitz!

And don't get me wrong I'm glad that everything worked out pretty for crew, but it's just high level of fairytale, guys🤨💗

5) Plus what do you think will happen in the lowest circles of Hell society now that ipms has witnessed they actualy have opportunity to try rise above the system.

Like, yea, you tried to show who's boss man here. But in reality, I feel if he actualy killed Blitz, Satan would most likely end up with rebelion on his hands . Here's why;)

And after this statement he finally coolers his brain enough to cut himself down here

Aloso CRAZY REVELATION that explains a hell out of our characters behaviour. Imps were CREATED to be OBEDIENT 👀🔥 (furthermore excuses to kill the one who "broke the code, but what do I know😏)

Well... I suppose here I shouldn't be that shocked, it was kinda expected. But regardless - Jesus Christ, guys🤯

** little "saint-demon" on Satan's shoulder appreciation moment, because guy freaking NEEDS one😆🙏**

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Overall I hope noone would yeal at me for thus criticism, these moments did not ruined my experience with the episode at all. I simply kinda feeling nerdy-ish now and I find it interesting to outloud different minor inaccuracies here. There's SO MUCH to unpack in Hellaverse and I can't wait to get for know more! And when show failed at some points to explain some things to me it catches my eye..

Plus, there is already tons of appreciation posts here and there)) Little analytical salt booming would not hurt🥰

[idleorbitals]

sandray making out in ray's car. we knew this scene was coming on multiple levels but still. ouch on multiple levels

says the man that is about to give the puppy dog eyes of all time. of All Time

sandray are so tough to watch right now because the reason they're wholesome is that they're properly guarded against each other. ray, though he's clearly catching feelings for sand, is in love with someone else, which is very fortifying. sand is testing his own boundaries and being honest with himself about what's working and what isn't. he pulls physically away from ray multiple times here. this scene also has him admitting that he's never had sex more than once with someone he wasn't seeing seriously. when ray asks "so do I have to be your boyfriend to get more?" and sand says "i'll never take someone like you as my boyfriend" and then ray says "can't you just make an exception for me?" neither of them are saying what their words are (of trailer playing us again!!)

ray is not really offering, not in any meaningful way; sand is not declining as much as he is protecting himself. multiple times in this episode sand has indicated that he might be open to something serious with ray and ray has playfully offered something serious in a meaningfully disingenuous way, specifically to ward off the real conversation, and sand has performed brushing him off, to make it clear that he understands what's actually being offered and not offered. it's so twisted because all their surprisingly healthy communication is happening at a level where their words mean almost perfectly the opposite of what their words Actually Mean. it's only healthy because they both understand the nuance here. dangerous fuckin game boys

then mew calls. I've already seen some discourse about this so here comes my addition: yeah it's a good move to prioritize getting your drunk friend to a safe place. ray is doing a good thing here and he's also doing nothing wrong, even if he weren't. as aforementioned in the healthy communication bit; as sand will say shortly; he's made no promises and is well within his rights to do what he pleases, whether or not that comes at the expense of sand's feelings.

yes, and: I think this shot summarizes really well the emotional heart of this. sand is not offended by ray picking up the call. he's feeling some physical feelings, obviously, about the interruption. but it's only when ray physically shrugs off his arm that he does the kicked puppy face. we see it again when he sighs and swallows his feelings until he hears ray say "sure, where are you? i'm coming" without any acknowledgement, implicit or otherwise, of what ray will be leaving to do so.

there's a perfectly valid scenario here where ray is interrupted in the middle of fun sexy times by the deeper bonds of friendship and goes honorably to attend to those priorities. but that's not what this is, or not the whole of it. he's not just picking mew's safety over sand in this moment; he's actively pushing sand away in favor of attending to mew, before he even knows what the call's about.

sand is duly hurt and we get to hurt along with him, /especially/ because he's going to take ownership of his own pain in a moment and reiterate his own responsibility. "I don't have the right to be upset with you," he says. and on some level, this is true. but it sure is easy to get why he's hurting

(all ofts watch throughs)