#this man is so insanely photogenic

[illusivedelights]

Call of Neighbors (T141 Neighbors!AU)

Hello,yes, I'm insane ✧⁠◝⁠(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)⁠◜⁠✧. This is my personal take on what T141 would be like as neighbors ! This has been prattling around in my head a lot and I just need to get it out.

Shoutout to @ghouldtime who inspired some details for the lads! (please check them out they're so detailed with everything they write ��⁠‿⁠ಥ)

Price

He isn't seen around too often. People wonder if he's home at all at times given how much he spends so much time out of his home. 

When he is home, he stills keeps busy! Never seems to sit still. (If a movie is playing, he'll still be doing something else).

Very skilled man though, if you need help around the house he's probably the first person you could call. 

He's the first one to respond to trouble, he'll usually be the first at the scene. But depending on what it is.......it comes at a .......price (especially if it involves any of the T141 lads. That'll cost extra.)

Tragically, he's seen as neighbor dad. He grumbles a lot about not even being old or a dad really but he doesn't help himself.

He's polite but he usually will rush off to do whatever next if he doesn't really wanna talk. But if you do get him talking, congrats you definitely got his attention. 👀. Offers to help you despite his busy schedule.

Hobbies

Reading

Carpentry/woodwork

DIY/maintenance

Homebrewing

Contracting

Playing COD (Gaz: "Cap, you need one hobby someone your age does.")

General Perception:  

The Nice Handyman Next Door who is always busy but he manages to make time if you really need help.

He's nice, but......there feels like something behind those crinkled eyes, something most people know not to push. Lordhelpyouifyoudothemanhasatemper.

Some local kids joke he's secretly a hitman (and well......they're kind of close).

Mr. Fisherman (it's the beanie. He doesn't even fish LOL)

Gaz

He is definitely the most approachable out of the whole team. He's actually pretty popular around the area and people come to him often!

He has such a handsome, young gentleman aura; the older ladies just eat it up when they see him. (He honestly uses this to his advantage if he wants to know anything that's going around the neighborhood.)

When he doesn't feel like being bothered, you'll notice he switches his wardrobe moderately and he has a different air around him.

He's actually really good at things he puts his mind to, without realizing it. It only adds to his charm.

He probably knows a lot of places around the neighborhood and could give you a recommendation if you need one.

He tends to be very polite and interacts pretty politely with everyone. Just a decent balanced interaction.

It's very subtle with Gaz. It's in his smile. He has a polite smile but if you notice it's a little different,his eyes are crinkled a little more, maybe the laugh is a little more hearty too, yeah :'). May volunteer to take you out to a place he knows.

Hobbies

Movie Watching (probably has seen some obscure ones he would share with folks)

Trying New Eateries

Video Games (he's insanely good on accident; can back up the massive shittalking. Introduced COD to Price LOL)

Walks/Exploring Surroundings (all the people interacting would give him more knowledge and he scopes it out)

General Perception

The Handsome Nice Young Man Who is Very Polite.

Neighborhood Model™/Heart Throb.

People wonder if he's a little too nice and if there's something else underneath (there is but he's not going to show it obviously).

Mr. Photogenic Smile.

Soap

Honestly he's actually very intense. Can be very unapproachable since he actually wears a serious expression all the time and he has to remind himself to actually not wear that expression outside of work or if he doesn't know you.

But once that guard is slightly down/the persona comes through, wew lad. Hope you're ready for a troublemaking, mischief seeking man. Man's a menace.

He puts his heart into everything he does. He is a commit or quit to the bit type of man.

Dudebros honestly probably flock to him a lot because of his outside hobbies and personality.

He may playfully make comments with the ladies but he doesn't want it to go too far. They definitely admire him though.

Don't be fooled though. He can change it at the flip of a switch, when it comes down to business, it's down to business.

Honestly even if it was a persona or supposed to be done playfully, you can tell the more it feels like he's your new roommate (more playful flirty banter, more inviting himself over, more teasing. It's over if he steals your food, he lives there now.) And if it's really serious, you'll see a much more serious, intellectual side of him.

Hobbies

Hitting the gym

Football (I think he could do both tbh and it's fun to get the competitive energy out)

Traditional art (drawing, painting, you name it. It's a surprising side of him but he enjoys it)

Barhopping (he would want a good pint and prolly likes the environment when there's a good game to catch)

Learning (Honestly really smart at things he specialized in, but he's trying to expand common knowledge things.)

General Perception

A Very Fit Loud Scotsman Who is The Bro To Bro.

People kinda think he's a meathead, womanizing jock at first glance, but he wins them over slowly and shows otherwise. (Unfortunately it happens a lot)

Mr. Tenacious

Mr. Punk.

Is he angry underneath all that ? (He is, don't ask about it)

Ghost

Of course he is the most mysterious and most reserved of the whole lot.

He's very quiet because when you put him in a normal environment, he legitimately doesn't have much to say unless the opportunity comes up for him to be smarmy or crack a joke. Unless he's talking to one of T141.

King of one liners tbh.

People make a lot of rumors about him given what they don't know of him, he doesn't let it bother him really.

Not a lot of people really approach him but when they do, he does give them the time of day. It's usually someone trying to vent about something. Someone probably did it and let others know he's surprisingly a good listener? He gives a comment or two if he feels it's warranted and usually they appreciate it.

If he doesn't pander it, he doesn't stop, he just keeps going what he's doing. Honestly has a decent read on bullshit and won't pander.

You'll know because he will hang around a lot. He won't say anything because he would rather strangle a man out before that but he'll also remember an obscure small detail you mentioned and he's gonna try and make you laugh in a subtle way.

It's also in his eyes. He is gonna have a very soft look. Ignore the rest of the body language, it's his eyes. RIP IF YOU HATE EYE CONTACT LMAO.

Hobbies

Movie Watching (Him and Gaz probably swap ideas, he surprisingly gets interested in narratives)

Reading (He probably has guilty pleasure short stories, you won't convince me otherwise LMAO)

Community art (Soap probably dragged him into one event and the old ladies begged him to come back. He doesn't go often but only if he feels it and it's just the older hens. Theydontgivehimshite)

Skulking about

Cooking (cooking in the sense he's trying to figure out how to make things that's palatable in the field in extremely dumb conditions)

General Perception

Spooky Scary Skeleton Man Who Should Not Be Approached

Mr. Big, Tall, and Scary

That Broody MF who doesn't talk enough.

Edgy man who thinks he's better than everyone.

Mr. Sexy (ALLEGEDLY...)

They have other hobbies and stuff beyond what I typed of course, but I wanted to try and give them something more.... normal given the AU?

Part 2

[princessleechan]

“Choi Seungcheol must die” Chapter 13 + [BONUS WRITTEN SCENE]

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📌chapter tags: SMAU, inspired by “John tucker must die”, John tucker!seungcheol, college au, revenge fic, jicheolsoo bonding, bonfire dates, kissing lessons, French kissing, an adult man hiding in the back of someone’s jeep, WRITTEN PART UNDERNEATH SCREENSHOTS AND CUTOFF (1.1k wc)

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kissing scene undercut

You can’t help your shaking legs, trembling at the thought of your first kiss in—well, ever—literally seconds before it happens. Were you really gonna do it here? In Seungcheol’s Jeep while you wait for him to grab you can only assume a condom from a friend because what else’s could it be. And Mingyu, whose last name you don't even know.

On the bright side, it wouldn’t be wasted with the sleazy fuckboy Seungcheol. On the other hand, what did you know about Mingyu besides his taste for revenge?

The only conversations you ever had with him was regarding the ‘Choi Seungcheol must die’ schtick, but besides that fact that he’s petty, you don’t know much about him. And now he’s on his way to give you kissing lessons because you decided it was smart to join a scheme like this with no first hand experience.

Who knew the back of your knees could sweat like this?

You spot his dark waves pop from the driver seat window and he waves. Unlocking the doors, you allow him to hop right in the driver seat, making himself at him. He runs his hand through his messy hair and admittedly you stare back stunned. You’ve glimpsed at him the few in person meetings you’ve had—most of information residing group chats to avoid suspicion—but was he always that insanely good looking?

His hands meet in a clap, adjusting to the bizarre situation. “Okay. How much do you know?”

You blank. “Uhhh, movies.”

If you were both in a cartoon, there would be a question mark right above his head.

“Okay, so none.”

“Not everyone kisses and has sex in high school ok. Some of us clearly weren’t part of that crowd,” you stammer defensively.

The photogenic man rolls his eyes. “Okay. Fine, whatever. Just follow my lead, before he comes back.”

His hand comes against your cheek, his palm cool against your flustered skin. You eyes wide as saucers, his gaze meets yours, pericing with unwavering determination. “Look at him interested, but not too interested. Keeping him kind of guessing.

His chest draws nearer, inching closer, almost close enough to evoke the scent of that orange soda he partook from the cooler box by the bonfire and the musky cologne the compliments his natural scent.

“Your breath smells good,” he compliments casually, softly smiling. “That’s a great start.”

“I found some mentos in my purse,” you ramble nervously.

“Good habit. And relax, will you? it’s just a kiss.”

You scoff, visibly offended he’d have to say that.“I know. Shut up.”

Mingyu softly chuckles. “Okay. Come closer.”

You comply, swallowing a lump in your throat. Expertly, Mingyu pulls foward and his nose gently nuzzles against yours, your skin kissing before your lips do. “He’ll like it when you lightly touch him like this. Letting him know you’re expecting it.”

You clear your throat, emptying your mind, and try to ease the tension between your clamped thighs. “Right.”

He soothes you warm cheek with his thumb, barely touching the corner of your mouth. “Maybe softly caress his face, like that. Looking at him of course.”

“I-I’m looking.”

He laughs again. That laugh that’s so light and soft. “Sure. And then…”

His lips meet yours for the first time in a soft and gentle union, molding the part of his lips to the shape of yours. Learning to breathe through your nose, you chase after lips with a ginger cadence. Attempting to replicate his unhurried strides even as your heartbeat quickens, caught in the ebb and flow of your conflicting tempos. Then all you feel is heat. How it festers all over your body. How dulls your surroundings. How it resides in every breath you inhale.

His hand adjust your face higher to meet his, deepening the pressure—longing stinging the surface of your lips—before releasing, pleasantly taken aback by your clumsy, yet fruitful, efforts. “That was good…now you know what comes next. Right…?”

“I-I think so?”

Mingyu’s face lights up with an unmistakable sense of pride, before reuniting your lips, brushing against your bottom lip with his tongue and prodding apart. Peering through a partially open gaze, Mingyu observes your response satisfied as you seamlessly melt into his touch. He immerses himself in the glow of this triumph until your hand lands against his chest, grabbing the fabric of his shirt on a kiss drunken whim. He’s unable to suppress the moans that escape him while he feels you work your jaw eagerly to match his pace, quickly surpassing the basics and evolves into a realm beyond mere educational purposes.

Intoxicated by the tension surged liplock, Mingyu leans over closer to your side of the car, craving closeness, and he gently draws you in by the waist. In the moment, he inhales the shampoo in your hair, the subtle hint of strawberry in your lip balm, and the soft whimpers uttered. It mesmerizingly—putting lightly—and his objective begins to fade in background, lost in the taste of your lips and he’s okay if he’s stuck lucid dreaming forever.

Then there was a tapping. Soon, he discerns it's your hand, subtly signaling him to withdraw. Reluctantly, he complies, visibly heated and puzzled by your sudden pause. "What's wrong?" he asks, confused.

Still dazed, you timidly point to to his pocket. “Your phone. It’s ringing.”

So that’s what this vibrating was.

He pulls it out, the trance fading as reality sets in, and irritation takes over as he deals with the unwelcome interruption. “What? What is it?”

“Dude! He’s literally a couple meters away. Get out!”

“Fuck!”

Mingyu hangs up immediately before turning to you with startled expression. “Seungcheol’s coming.”

Mirroring his expression, you shift your focus from the beach, confirming the claim as Seungcheol stands a considerable distance away. Swiftly redirecting your attention to Mingyu, you say to him pannicked, “What the fuck? Get out.”

“He’s literally right there! He’ll see his door open and me walk out!”

“Then hide! Back seat—Wait no! The trunk!”

“I’m 6’3, what makes you think I’ll fit in his truck?”

“TRY, MINGYU! Try, Okay?”

Skeptical, Mingyu with his long limbs endeavors to claim the backseat and reaches the trunk, impressed at the ample space barely accommodating his large frame. “Wow. Maybe I should get one of these.”

“Shush—Hey! You’re back.”

Mingyu freezes hearing the drivers door open and shut, nearly shitting his pants.

Seungcheol beams back at you, a deep dimple etched in his cheek, savoring your presence as if you were a well-earned prize. “Sorry for the wait. The guys kept insisting I stay longer.”

“All good,” you reassure. “Are you sure you’re okay with leaving early? I feel kind of bad now.”

Shaking his head gently, he takes your hand. "No, let's get you home. It wouldn't feel right to leave you to take an Uber. I want to make sure you're safe."

“Mmmh, okay.”

As the engine begins to rev, you steal a quick glance over the truck's view, a momentary concern flashing across your face before it transforms into a poised smile aimed at your date. "Let's go!"

[channoticedmeuwu]

TXT'S CHOI LINE AS . . . . TEENAGE BOYS IN MY CIRCLE !!

ミ♡ !! ୨🤍୧ ⁸⁹ ↻🍬

p — CHOI LINE × FEM!READER | g — crack, fluff, teenage love type romance | w — beomgyu's is a bit morally grey, mentions of harassment in beomgyu's

A/N — hehehehheehhe this was kinda self indulgent, enjoy !!!

CHOI YEONJUN

got an insane fashion sense. calls you before hang outs to confirm if his outfit is hitting or nah. always consumes social media but insists he'll never post, and if he does, it'll be deleted by the next week. started out super excited for ig but now has a black pfp with no posts. begs you to get the apps he uses, telling you it'll be, “funnn pleasee!!!” really flirty. isn't aware of how hard he's gatekeeping his looks until he gets a few compliments for being photogenic (which he's super shy about when he realizes it's not a joke !!!). has a skincare and haircare routine, well groomed and good at whatever he does.

if platonic— your hype man. begs you to send him everything you know about the person you're interested in. finesses his way into getting you an inside scoop. happens to know a lot of people and always introduces you to new people. doesn't share his food unless you beg for it, but really easily convinced because he's a people pleaser. tells you he's okay with everything but has a very visually expressive face— so you can tell what the poor boy's thinking the entire time. insists he's okay with your choices (like a place to eat or something) even if he isn't. gets upset when you post without sending him the pics beforehand.

if romantic— ghosts. no sugar coating, (accidentally) ghosts. overthinks everything, tries to make it look he's not overly interested, but accidentally ends up not speaking forever and it makes it worse. slides up on your stories instead of just liking it a lottt. compares you to attractive popular characters in cartoons & shows to boost your mood. a lot of touches !!! hand grazing, shoulder bumping, pushing, shoving, arm wrestling, YOU NAME IT !!!! got you covered on money too, running less? he's got u.

gets super quiet when overstimulated, follows you around like a silent puppy. holds your hand, super shy. you see him droop his head while he's sitting down, falling asleep, and you let him rest his head on your shoulder. gets super happy at that, cuddles up to your arm and hides his face w his hand when you ask him, “you okay?” loves it when you hold his hand. gets his heart beating all crazy but he's so tired n dizzy he doesn't say a word.

CHOI SOOBIN

a sweetie. but also super dumb. always up to no good. face timing his friends saying he'll be late to the meetup because his car fell into a ditch. kind of gullible, can't tell if you're being genuine or just joking. asks you if you, “really meant it?” and you have to assure the dumbass that you were just joking. and then, he breathes in and starts laughing so loud 😭😭

asks you if it's okay to make an inappropriate joke because he doesn't want to offend you. and you have to remind him that you've been friends forever, of course he can. and he sucks in a breath, shy and telling you it didn't matter— he needed to get confirmation. again, like yeonjun, finesses his way into doing you favors. once you couldn't sign up for an extra class on time and lost your opportunity— and he goes out of his way to talk to the professor, and doesn't back down until you're in. again, your wingman, giving you high fives everytime you tell him how you made a smooth move on your crush. makes a lot of puns— whispers the stupidest jokes ab being single to you during class and gives you a fist bump after the both of you are struggling to breathe.

and his fashion sense, he's the greatest shopping partner !!! gets drinks with you first, then the both of you go around talking about crush issues and how people are so difficult to communicate with sometimes !! grabs about 5 different tops and asks you to stand in front and place each one over your body. then tilts his head, and either says yes or no. gets super excited when he sees something that'll compliment you a lot, and forces you to try it on. when you ask him how he knows so much about women's clothing and style, he says, “dude, I got like two older sisters right it's just. I know.”

once you were rush shopping when you two had to 1. buy clothes during peak sale season for his sisters, you & him, 2. grab food for about five people, and 3. make it to the car to be on your way to a friend meetup. all in 30 minutes. you've never seen such a tall guy push you towards the counter (which had a line of about 17 people !?!?), run around a store grabbing clothes and throw them at you, and then run out to the food court.

and then, he called you right before your turn, asking you, “WHAT THE FUCK WERE EVERYONE'S ORDERS!?!?” and you yelled at him, “DUDE!? WHAT WERE DOING FOR THE LAST 10 MINUTES.” and he yelled back with a, “LOOKING FOR THE BATHROOM. THE WORKERS ARE STARING AT ME CAN YOU TELL ME EVERYONE'S ORDERSSSS!?!?” in his hurry, he forgot to mention the order was a take out, so then he was hurriedly stuffing everyone's food into take out bags and really close to tears.

in the end, you two made it in time with so many shopping bags, everyone in the mall was wondering what the fuck two teenagers were running towards the exit like they were being chased.

but if he got a crush on you— he's the most observant person ever. has a type but says he's okay with everything. notices the smallest details ever, like which part of your face lights up first when you're about to smile, or your fav fruits or what you like to do in your free time. socially awkward so he doesn't know how to talk to you. his height got him towering over every one, doesn't realize it's a perk because he's so tall !!!!!! asks his friends to tag along when he wants to hang out with you because he can't bear being alone with you. compliments you— then asks you right after if that was okay or too personal?

cheery, super corny, always giggling. asks if you two can get food, but right after, follows it up with how two more people will also be there because he doesn't want it to be weird. but then, realizes he might have over shared that info, so he's gushing with a blush and telling you “not that I don't want to be alone with you!!!” but that also sounds so suspicious, so he just shuts up. and you have to tell him with a giggle that you get it, don't worry. and he gives u a grateful smile, pressing his lips together and smacking your arm a bit.

CHOI BEOMGYU

nothing like the people he talks to— is somehow the bestest of friends with them. everyone's (self proclaimed) chauffeur, he's always driving people everywhere. just needs an excuse to drive in big cars (not even his....) and takes a lot of selfies. every pic of him with his friends is either him kissing their cheek, or being the one who's getting kissed.

fashionably late to hang outs. tells everyone its cuz he got lost. calling everyone with a lot of traffic in the back, saying, “GUYS WHAT WAY CAN YOU SEND YOUR LIVE LOCATIONS.” is the unemployed friend meme. always calling people randomly on a Tuesday afternoon and being like “I'm lost....” and he's fucking hours away.

once you all had decided to drive over towards a water park that opened up about two hours away from the city, and boy, was he excited. “IM DRIVING. FUCK OFF NO, IM DRIVING.” slaps people's wrist if they reach over to change the music. doesn't let anyone but his bestie (aka taehyun) change the music. his car takes all da bois 🫦🤟🔥 is also the reason da bois are lost.

gets to the place an hour late. and tells NO ONE. you all walk into the hut you rented and see beomgyu and his boys hogging all the food, under the impression they haven't even arrived. mouth stuffed, blinking and whining to defend himself after he was caught in the act, “YOU GUYS WERE HAVING FUN, I— WE THOUGHT WE COULD HAVE A BITE!!!!!” he paid for everyone's meals that day.

super protective and flirty. lives to see the expression on your face after he teases you constantly. smacks your head from the back, blows raspberries at you, frowns at you rudely, tells you that you smell like shit. but doesn't know what to do if you get upset from his words— whispers that he didn't actually mean it, and you're one of the prettiest people he knows, and that he's sorry & he'll never do it again, and that he never intended to hurt you— you just looked super cute angry at him, and asks you over and over if you've forgiven him and promises he'll never do it again. and when you finally agree, he doesn't leave your side, always trying to cheer you up or something, gives up his food to you or throws in a compliment here or there, or playfully hypes you up.

is actually super passionate too, so if you're dating him, be prepared for a lot of pda !!!! (if ur ok with it, ofc) grabs your shoulders from the back and asks you, lips against your ear, if you got your hair done. from a simple hand in your back pocket to a hand around your shoulder, beomgyu loved to feel you near him. always brushing his long hair out of his eyes, has a habit of biting his lips as he playfully pinches your shoulder, teasing you, “you can't pinch me harderrr— OW! Y/N, Y/N, STOP— OWWW!!”

he's the type to give partner privilege, if no one is allowed to touch the music in his car— well, you're an exception. always picking fights with people he doesn't know, has you pulling him, “shut up!!!! you're embarrassing!!!!” always asking you if you'd go to the party with him, squeezes you in even if you're not on the list bc he got links with everyone.

really protective of those he cares about because he knows how people can be, and their intentions. once, he was standing there awkwardly while you were comforting your friend because of her stupid asshole of an ex, who won't stop driving up to her house to scare her. beomgyu promised that he wouldn't let that happen to her again, “any friend of y/n's, I gotchu.”

forced said ex to make an apology video where beomgyu and his friends stood behind the camera, holding a script for the ex to read. “‘and to (friend's name) and y/n, I'm so—’ I am not saying that.” and beomgyu bent forward, “what did you say? say that again.”

and the ex, distressing, held his hands up front as beomgyu got closer, “OKAY MAN. FINE !!! ‘(friend's name) AND Y/N. IM SORRY, IM SO SO SORRY, MWWWWAH!!!!’ HAPPY?”

and you could hear beomgyu and his friends chuckle from behind the camera as they picked up the phone, “yeah, that kiss was the greatest idea ever. wait til I send y/n this.”

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[athletearrhythmia]

Number 6 for the questions?

"What is your favorite cardiophile memory?"

Oh man, you're gonna make me pick? I can't. Here's a few off the top of my head.

The first time I got an echocardiogram. It was the first time I had ever seen my heart and it blew my mind. I was decently serious about athletics at the time but nowhere near my current level. Seeing my thick, big pump really made me push it to the next level. Getting it done though was also amazing. The sonographer was an older female doctor with a stupidly hot intern. She would NOT stop gushing about my heart, calling it beautiful and photogenic, taking extra frames just because she liked my heart so much. When she let me record it after on my phone, she picked out specific images to show me because they were her "favorites of my heart". Her student took a turn recording my heart as well and he kept saying wow.

Next one: my first meet up I was so nervous and running at the mouth and the guy just unzipped my hoodie and felt my heart. First time another person had felt it beat on purpose. He looked me in the eye while my heart was beating under his hand. I couldn't speak.

Another: meeting up with a bodybuilder cardiophile (he's not active online) and doing poppers in his truck in a CVS parking lot. So trashy. So hot. Insane barely being able to hear his heart under his thick pecs, but the look on his face watching while my heart bounced my chest... priceless.

I could literally go on for days. Every time I got to see and analyze my medical study scans. Holding my one-to-one scale 3d print model of my heart. Thousands of non specific workouts and breath play sessions. Ugh damn I love hearts

[f0point5]

It's also interesting how being pretty is so different when talking to a woman and a man. Like I got complimented countless times by female co-workers and friends but very very rarely by men.

I don't count myself as ugly ugly, but I know I'm not conventionally attractive because I'm plus size. I have a more masculine face when I put my hair up or if it's short, and no amount of make up changes that, so essentially I have to put a lot of effort into looking like a conventionally attractive woman for men. I can count on one hand how many men approached me and asked me out my whole life.

And my girl friends think it's weird bec they genuinely think I look good. I trust their opinion on this, and I think I have a healthy view of myself despite being the "ugly" friend.

It's insane how men view female beauty and what you said about their brain activity. I can even find ugly dudes beautiful, especially after finding their personality good. But I just know that men think they're doing you a favour if they give the "ugly" girl a chance. Wild.

The funniest thing is when unattractive guys still always shoot their shot with hotter women and they succeed so much more often then reversed. These uglier dudes wouldn't even blink an eye in the direction of a girl on their level.

Yeah “girl pretty” and “boy pretty” is two different things and there’s overlap but they’re not the same. I think boy pretty is like, “attractive to men” whereas girl pretty is like “objectively nice to look at”. I’m definitely “boy pretty”. definitely not photogenic, features very meh, but it seems to all come together in a way that appeals to men, but I’m definitely not just randomly nice to look at. Everyone always tells me I’m hot/sexy/gorgeous(if the guy is trying really hard 😂) but I think only my mum has ever called me pretty lol

Here’s my other tidbit about men and this is just based on my own experience and all my male friends have confirmed this to me - men date for the validation of other men. So they go for the girl they think has the most social capital, which is overwhelmingly based on her looks. Men are literal clout chasers. Sometimes I wonder if some of them don’t even know what they actually like besides liking whatever they feel like other men can’t get.

Yeah, I used to say that men have no internal regulation system. They lack the self awareness to be like “nope out of my league”. But the last couple of years ngl I’ve seen that change. Now nobody has any sense of regulation. On the whole both genders are at a whack with their expectations nowadays idk dating is the trenchessss. You got women thinking everybody needs to fly them to dubai, you got men living in their childhood bedrooms sleeping on one pillow thinking Sydney sweeney should date them. It’s Brutal out there.

But yeah don’t EVER let any man treat you like they’re doing you a favour. It is never what you bring to the table, girl you are The Meal. If he’s confused he needs to eat elsewhere

[slightlymore]

I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SAW DREAM 😭😭😭!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU SAMMM!!!!😭😭😭 ALSO CAN YOU TELL US MORE ABOUT MARK AND HAECH PLS

it's fucking crazy it will take me so much time to process

they were so insane it literally changed my life there's a before seeing markhyuck and an after seeing them

haechan is soooooooo cunty he was so so cunty like he stands there and looks like walking sex you don't understand like we know he's hot but he oozes so much rizz and sensuality irl i can't even describe it he's sooooo flirty

MARK LEE hes so hot like so so hot so attractive I swear if you saw him irl walking down the street you would turn around they're sooooo much more good-looking in person and I didn't know it was even possible like soooo attractive my human brain doesn't understand I can't explain

and they're so sweet too like haechan was sooooooo sweet he kept looking at the arena deeply when the others were talking and he's so cute too and kinda shy but like in a rizzy way he so perfect he's literally perfect there's not 1 flaw in that man and mark too

and yoooo his voice????? fuckkk like bruh he did high note after high note after high note and he kept doing all these flowery runs and ad libs and his tone is sooooo gorgeous

AND MARK bruuhhh he's so so good like he's is my fave dancer in NCT like I don't even care he's the best he's so good like his every muscle moves it's insane to see so up close and his rapppppp when he did the acapella beatbox intro it was so fucking insane I choked it's absolutely amazing they're literally so so good at what they do and SOOOO GORGEOUS

mark's body is actually insane it's like so good and he has great fucking thighs like so insane

obviously they're more thin that you'd image, the screen definitely makes them fuller (and they're already veryyyyy thin) but irl I thought they were very thin, haechan has very slim legs and they all have minuscule waists

the bigger ones are definitely mark and jaemin because I feel like they have more muscle and jisung is tall but very very slim so he also appears smaller

overall they're pretty good height, like I thought they'd be soooo small and that they lie about their heights lmfaoooooo but they looked their height

final thought they're so photogenic???? and I say it also as in the sense of they look perfect in every angle and movement like it was crazy normal people look less cute in certain positions or angles but they looks absolutely perfect I tell you they don't look like real people

[dangermousie]

This bit - with his father pointing a gun at him point blank, and nothing in Ivan’s experience leading him to believe he’d do anything but pull the trigger with pleasure, and the Nazi leader promising him a permanent cure if he just lets go of his plan to bash in the machine containing Nazi leader’s frozen, sick daughter - makes me think of when Ivan refused to turn Maria over even though that means he’d not get the medicine and thus die and Maria might not even be saved because all that mattered that it wouldn’t be him betraying her.

Because on one hand there is certainty of death without even much probability of success (he might very well be shot before he breaks the glass) and on the other the promise of life, all for the cost of putting his own life above a loved one’s.

And Ivan’s choice is, once again, the same. He takes a look at barely conscious Julia and even with a gun pointing at him point blank and the offer of salvation at hand, prepares to bash in the glass.

The sole decent thing Noiret has ever done for Ivan was to lower that gun. I guess shooting him point blank was his breaking point; I think though even that might not have been a no-go zone except for Noiret bonding with his bio kid and mellowing out a tiny bit and especially the last convo they had with Noiret perhaps wanting to live up in a tiny way as to how that kid thinks he’s an awesome dad to his older brother.

And then as Wolf frantically tries to fix the apparatus, Ivan gets Julia out of there. As Noiret stares. And this is the last time the two will see each other - fittingly it’s Noiret’s moment of mercy that dooms him with his buddies. But how fitting that the end of that relationship is not Ivan getting vindication or vengeance for all the abuse or Noiret repenting (he is incapable) or really anything. Because having the man out of his life permanently is all Ivan wants and the best for him.

Awwwww. You know, it is not at all surprising he does insane things in s7 - breaking up with her so she won’t be hurt, giving her last medicine he has so she’d live even a little longer etc. He clearly has no stops when it comes to her.

And season 6 ends - with Wolf finally dead (thanks to Camilo, who also prevented Eva from being put inside that machine again) and got to taste what it’s like to be defeated and lose a loved one before death. Vicki finally blew up and told Elsa about horrors going on in the school she runs. Marcos rescues Paula. But Fermin has been infected and sent into the world to spread and it might be too late when he realizes it. Oh, and the vial of virus just exploded in school, seemingly dooming everyone inside it to a brutal death.

We only have one season left, which I am sure for all of you going wtf at my posts is a relief. I am mad excited since it’s my fave season, aka the writers decided since they are about to be done, they will take a whole whump and torment factory of hammers to Ivan. It’s the apotheosis of photogenic suffering and breakdowns and I cannot wait!

[alexpanganiban]

"Hey! Living in the same place and putting down roots and being part of a community is a dream life to lots of people. If I hadn't gotten the Survivors gig, I might have wanted to do the same thing. Being a working actor just isn't conducive to it, though, not unless you're a huge name and you get to call all the shots. Me, I just went where they told me."

If a little of his frustration with the industry leaked through in that statement, well. Lindi was a savvy person. She surely knew that working in entertainment got you dragged from pillar to post and was a constant exercise in keeping the right people happy with you. After all, she ran with his joke about the gift bags, and Alex said seriously, "Oh, no -- they put the whole pool in the bag for you! No permits or consents required. Once you get home and take out the La Mer skincare and the La Perla scanties and the Ladurée macarons, there's la piscine right there folded up and ready to rehydrate wherever you place it." He held out one hand in front of them, palm downward and fingers twinkling, to indicate that placement was entirely up to the recipient's own fancy desires. "Easy as mock apple pie."

For all of the dabbling in the theatre of the absurd, Lindi still took Alex seriously when it came to talking about actual island matters, and he tried -- unsuccessfully, but a manful effort nonetheless -- to tamp down the wellspring of gratitude he felt inside him for that. She was a gracious and thoughtful person; of course she wouldn't dismiss him as a bimbo out of hand. Lindi treated everyone like this, Alex decided, to keep himself from feeling too special. It was simply her nature, and he wasn't the only one reaping the benefits of that.

A little more comfortable, he nodded at her comment that she'd been keeping notes, saying, "That's a great idea, and I should probably do the same thing -- I used to have a field journal kinda dealie on the shoots where we didn't have phone service so mine was a brick most of the time." Alex laughed slightly and looked over to grin at her, one of the kinds he didn't do much when he was working because it was broad enough to make his eyes scrunch, make all the Filipino jump right out, and as an up-and-comer he'd been told enough times that it made for bad press photos to train himself out of it. "I am a regular degular person, Lindi! That's the category I belong in, and I'm in great company."

He paused in their walking, reaching out to gently grasp the elbow she'd nudged him with, thumb stroking just above the bend. "You'll get used to it," he said, lifting his head briefly in the direction of the nearest CCTV camera. "You're insanely photogenic, so there's no issue there, but when it comes down to it, we can't control being recorded. It's not worth dwelling on." Alex blinked at her, gaze swirling over the perfect, rose-blossom features of her face. "I don't wanna dwell on whether or not we would've met if it wasn't for insaneballs circumstances either, because that's just gonna bum me out. The idea of not having met you." He slipped his hand up higher, cupping his palm around her arm, reaching his other hand to move a strand of her hair that the wind had blown over her brow.

Alex was exactly the sort of person to spontaneously erupt into nationalistic song when asked where he was from. It was charming, a motion meant to make Lindi chuckle and playfully roll her eyes. As far as motions went, it was entirely successful in that way. "You've moved around a lot," she commented, which made sense for Alex Panganiban. His whole professional career was moving around, why would he want to stay around all of the time. "Meanwhile I've lived in the same house for well over fifteen years now." She felt awfully boring in comparison to Alex, hell, to half of the people who had woken up here. Dull Lindiwe, from Boring Goring.

"Ah, that must be why I haven't been able to put a pool in," Lindi said slowly, nodding along with Alex's joke. "I haven't been to enough launch parties. Is that where the who's who of building consents attend?" she tagged on, liking this easy game they played with one another. Indulging in flights of fancy, verbal escapism where existential crises were on the shelves and you could get a pool in a party favour bag. Lindi liked how easy it was to pretend with Alex.

And then when the conversation verged to the more serious topics he was there too, having neatly analysed the other denizens of the island and categorised them. Lindi listened carefully to his points, nodding along, eyes glittering at the sheer euphoria at finding someone else who thought like her. "There is a wide variety of people here. I've been taking notes to keep tabs on everyone," Lindi admitted, which was probably an insane thing to admit if Alex hadn't just talked about his own categorisation. At least she wasn't like Akhila, with three separate notebooks already sorted. "Very humble, to slip yourself in with the more or less normal people," she teased him, nudging him with her elbow. "Do you think we would have ever met, if we both hadn't ended up here?" Lindi asked him, both a philosophical question and a carry on from a tease. A few days ago it would have been ridiculous to suggest that she could be talking to Alex Panganiban, let alone flirting (?) with him.

"An assortment box… Audience appeal…" Lindi parotted back to Alex, as if she were savouring the words on her tongue, like she was trying to find flavours of a red wine and match them to the artsy description on the bottle. "I'm not sure I like the idea of… all of this being recorded." Lindi scrunched up her nose. She'd had at least two semi-public panic attacks. She did not want that to be her only hook as a character.

[heart-of-the-pit]

Throwback...Warped Tour 2013, Black Veil Brides  

[leporellian]

was gonna type this out earlier but it is a Very Long Story but. here we go lads and girlies @sparrowsgarden @girldutch

before we begin trigger warning for uh. well a lot of things but child abuse, fatphobia, suicide, and other Fucked Up Shit because this is a WILD fucking ride. also know that i heard abt all this like 2 years ago so this might not be entirely accurate, but all the wild shit that happens is true trust me.

also trust me i learned all abt this from my beanie baby special interest i didn't go 'ohhhh shittt time to make myself deeply familiar with the life and times of ty warner, ceo of toy company ty inc' like it just happened like this and i remember it because it's insane.

under a read more because it's long as fuck. tldr: Everything Fucking Happens at Ty Inc and Businessmen Are Insane

so the first thing you need to know about the toy industry is that it is ruthless and fucked up as hell. a whole bunch of toy businessmen and salesmen work in the toy industry because they had a bad childhood or no childhood at all and are chasing that childhood through toys. very freudian, this way. ty warner, ceo of ty inc., is little different. he was abused by his mother all throughout childhood in horrendous conditions, which really threw a monkey wrench into his mental state. this part is not funny but i need you to understand ty warner is Not Alright before we get to the actual Ty Corporate History(TM), because everything goes off the fucking rails fast

RIGHT so ty warner. first off this man fucking lies about every aspect of his past. if you interview him- which is difficult because he's very secretive and hates being seen by the public (THIS IS IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER)- he'll spew some charlie and the chocolate factory style whimsy bullshit about how he got into the toy business, i forgot what it was but it's dumb so it do not matter. what actually happened was basically a combination of Normal Business Promotions and, if i remember right, a side of nepotism. eventually, ty warner manages to land a job peddling toys at dakin, which was a stuffed toy company that was very popular in the 80s.

ty warner eventually Fucking Hates dakin. why? not particularly because of the company itself (although iirc the company execs grinded his gears quite a bit), but because he hates their product. dakin's number one product seller was garfield plush, and ty warner sees licensed plush as 'selling out'. so, under the cover of being a dakin salesman, he makes his own company: ty inc., which obviously he names after himself because ty warner is only interested in the matters of himself. so this man. this clown. this mf starts SELLING HIS OWN COMPANY PRODUCT... WHILE AT HIS JOB AS A DAKIN SALESMAN. like HE THROWS THE DAKIN TOYS OUT OF HIS SELLER CASE AND STUFFS HIS OWN IN THERE. WILD.

obviously he gets fired for this, which i hope he anticipated because i have no idea how he thought that shit was going to work.

anyway it's the early 90s now and ty inc has established itself at toy fairs. toy fairs are another insane thing the toy industry does. all the top businessmen and companies set up booths at the toy fair, it's like a con for the toy industry. no kids are allowed ever. and then they all just play with each other's toys to test them. it's weird. anyway the ty inc booth becomes quickly notorious, but for the wrong reasons. see, ty warner is also obsessed with perfection and his own image (THIS IS ALSO IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER). he spends hours meticulously grooming the fur of his plush cats so they look just right, he spends hours meticulously arranging them to look as photogenic as possible. and if anyone he deemed ugly walked into his booth, or- god forbid- started touching his stock? HE WOULD CHASE THEM OUT. he especially loathed fat people, particularly fat women, and was known for making degrading comments about them right to their face. please believe me when i say the man would probably commit crimes against fat women if he could. he definitely drew attention though- and at toy fairs, there's no such thing as bad publicity.

eventually ty warner gets the idea to make small, floppy animals based on beanbag toys. he uses his girlfriend's daughters as test subjects, and eventually reveals them at the next toy fair he attends. they are mostly regarded as an odd folly- the toys are cheap, crude, and don't have the flashy things like batteries or gimmicks that other toys did. they also come in animals not usually seen as cuddly- a lobster, a killer whale, a moose. nine "beanie babies", as they are soon called, make their debut. among them is a platypus named patti- ty thought that platypuses were weird, grotesque creatures, and so named the beanie baby platypus after his ex. (she comes into the story later hold on.)

however, ty warner- while obviously Completely Bonkers- is a genius at salesmanship. i often describe the guy as a combination of bobby fischer and willy wonka- a genius but not one worth knowing. anyway, here's how beanie babies were sold and would continue to sell throughout the 90s. they were only distributed in mom-and-pop shops and other small stores. (hallmark, iirc, was the only Big Chain that was allowed to sell them.) there was little advertising. an allure had to be set up so word of mouth would catch on- and it did. in the suburbs of Chicago, warner's home city, kids started collecting the toys, making a trading system out of the ones that were more or less popular. the kids slowly lost interest, but the parents got involved fast- and that was where the 'craze' of beanie babies began.

(fun fact the craze started like... 15 minutes from my house lol. anyway.)

so now that interest is beginning to garner in this product, the ty company goes ahead and sets up a website. eventually the person who ran the website (and who also wrote most of the little poems that were eventually included in the toys' tags) got jailed for tax evasion or something idk a lot of people who were somehow involved in beanie babies went to jail eventually. news starts to report on beanie babies, and this is where shit picks up steam, because now the beanie babies are becoming a national phenomenon. so ty warner decides to expand ty inc. to another country, he chooses germany.

now GUESS WHO HE CALLS TO RUN TY DEUTSCHLAND because HOLY SHIT. IT'S PATTI, HIS EX GIRLFRIEND WHO HE DUNKED ON EARLIER. and SHE ACCEPTS, because everyone here is fucking insane, even though HE WAS CHEATING ON HER DURING THEIR RELATIONSHIP. anyway that part is nuts thought you would like to know.

anyway, remember ty's obsession with perfection? this extended to his beanie babies. if ty didn't like a design, he would 'retire' it and get rid of it. if he wanted to tweak it to 'achieve perfection' he would. hw would call up the factory that made them, scream at them to burn any remaining product and start from scratch, and that's how retired beanie babies became a thing. this created an incentive: beanie babies were a wanted item, and- at any moment, it seemed, due to warner's eccentricities and hair-trigger temper towards his own creations- they could disappear entirely. they were a rarity, it seemed. people start thinking beanie babies are an economic nest egg that they can 'invest' in. and so they start flipping the beanie babies on eBay for thousands of dollars. and ty warner is PISSED about this, because someone is making more money than him in this game, and that's not allowed. (even though by this point ty inc is making a much larger amount of money than literally anyone else on the toy market.)

eventually- even worse!- people start making meticulous counterfeits of beanie babies that were seen as particularly valuable. so ty warner takes it to court, suing left and right. at first one can kind of see his point, but eventually literally anything involving beanbags gets sued. i think he even sued a company that made beanie hats because they used the same word that his product was named and THATS not allowed apparently. (obviously not every case he sued was successful.)

also at this time i think he got back together with patti behind his current girlfriend's back and that went exactly as bad as you think it did.

meanwhile, ty inc. is really playing the a-game at corporate image. ty warner is terrified of being seen by the public, especially being seen as imperfect, so he can't go around tearing down their PR. they capitalize on the frenzy people had at the time. everything that happened got a beanie baby. there were holiday beanie babies. there were beanie babies modeled after kittens ty warner adopted (ty has an affinity for cats). there was a jerry garcia beanie baby, which was 100% unlicensed, which becomes very funny given how while that was being released ty warner was going apeshit suing everyone. when princess diana died, SHE got a beanie baby, which was supposedly "in her honor" and raised money for charity but really existed to fool the public into thinking that limited edition beanie babies were a thing and that any based on public events were rare. there was a mcdonalds tie in that led to people having brawls in the fast food restaurants.

ty inc. didn't care what happened to their fan base whatsoever. like there was at least one guy who was straight up MURDERED over beanie babies and ty inc.'s reaction was more or less 'lol wow i guess we have some jurisdiction in who lives and who dies'. people were going bankrupt 'investing'. and nobody at ty inc. cared. they worshipped ty warner like he was their God. and at the yearly corporate banquets, he'd pass out "Billionaire" bears- bears that. were just patting everyone on the back for making him rich, complete with his one signature. the real reward here was that the employees could then go flip the beanie babies for cash on eBay- ty warner didn't want anyone to do this but everyone did it anyway.

meanwhile, all of the other stuffed toy companies are IN the SHITTER because of ty inc., which was a small company outdoing them all. many went bankrupt. most notably, dakin- the little stuffed toy company ty got his start at- began to buckle from debt, which was only egged on by how ty inc had singlehandedly seemingly robbed the stuffed toy industry. a series of corporate acquisitions couldn't save them, and eventually, in the early 2000s, they will fall apart entirely when the ceo, being unable to take it any longer, kills himself in his office.

another thing about stuffed toy companies: they can't last long without a ceo. remember this.

eventually, however, ty inc goes sideways as people stop being interested in beanie babies. fads change, and new things, like furbies and pokemon, had grabbed the public's eye. ty inc starts losing profits fast, and ty warner GOES APESHIT. by this point, patti broke up with him again (i think they had a very weird on again off again thing going), so he's completely on his own managing this. and he HONKS it BAD because this bitch is scared of like. not being More Billionaire than he already is. so what he does is he says 'oh shit we're gonna retire all the beanie babies on the last day of the millennium because nobody loves us :( if you want them back please call us or email us and tell us what. a good company we are and how good our beanie babies are' like an abusive ex boyfriend threatening suicide. THEY EVEN RELEASED AN ALL BLACK BEAR CALLED 'THE END' IT WAS SO FUNNY. and NOBODY FELL FOR IT everyone was like 'well lmfao we know you wouldn't do that shut the fuck up'. and they DIDN'T do it because ty inc are COWARDS. i think they should have discontinued all beanie babies right then and there, not that i don't care abt some of the post-90s beanie babies i just think it would be funny as hell if they stopped because people didn't kiss ty warner's ass hard enough.

ANYWAY now ty inc is in free fall because nobody gives a shit about beanie babies anymore. and ty warner becomes desperate. so he partners with eBay and endorses people flipping his product (there's even an eBay bear). there's a MasterCard exclusive bear. there's all sorts of partnerships, there's public ads, he breaks every rule in the book that got beanie babies famous. funniest of all? the very first licensed beanie baby.... was of garfield... just like he had been dakin's top seller... which was THE WHOLE REASON TY INC STARTED IN THE FIRST PLSCE BECAUSE HE THOUGHT DAKIN WAS SELLING OUT BY MAKING GARFIELD SHIT, OH MY GODDDDD. some Shakespeare Tragedy Bullshit.

BUT IT GETS BETTER WE'RE NOT DONE YET. we need to talk about the ty warner goes to jail saga

SO in about like.... 2013? i wanna say? everyone figures out ty warner is evading taxes. which i mean no shit he's rich that's what rich people do. (he's like mega rich now bc he also runs all of the four seasons hotels, but that wasn't nearly as dramatic as the beanie baby shit so i didn't elaborate on that.) so THEY ARREST HIM. AND IT BECOMES A BIG NEWS STORY. BECAUSE EVERYONE IS LIKE 'ohhhhh shit that's the beanie babies guy'

so remember how ty warner is obsessed with his image and is terrified of being seen by the public? well :)

so now, the public knows he's a deeply flawed human being. they see pictures of him in court, and he looks like a washed-out has been who's face is more plastic than it is flesh. and everyone's dunking on him and shit. it's so funny. he is so terrified of everything now. he gets off with a light sentence (i thiiiink community service but i haven't checked lawl) but the real loss he gets- which terrifies him- is that public image and perfection he's always held dear. like you know in pink floyd's the wall where they're like "I SENTENCE YOU TO BE EXPOSED BEFORE YOUR PEERS- TEAR DOWN THE WALL" or whatever... LITCHERALLY THAT. LITCHERALLY

anyway. now ty inc is a washed out has been that keeps trying to chase what it once was. everything it once was was gone- save for ty warner, still the ceo, still the final decision on everything the company does. and he has no next of kin (he's dating some chick who's way younger than him iirc, and she's kind of leading him on which i think is very funny, but there's no kids or anything). he has nobody that he seems he wants to give the company to. his closest relative is his sister, who lives out west in the middle of nowhere courage the cowardly dog style. and he's getting quite old, although his plastic surgeries won't tell you that. and- as said above- stuffed toy companies often go haywire when their ceos are gone.

so what will happen, when ty is gone? only time will tell.

anyway if you read through this entire thing here's your gift: there's a ty stuffed animal based on donald trump

[gregorovitch-adler]

(A bit suggestive.)

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John had got off from his clinic at six. He'd taken a bus to Baker Street, and was now opening the front door of his apartment building.

After climbing up the stairs to his flat, with a heavy bag slung on his left shoulder, he opened the door with a tired hand.

The sight that met his eyes was photogenic. John knew that he wasn't going to forget about it for a long time.

Sherlock in the middle of the sitting room. On his knees. Stark naked.

John quickly closed the door of the flat behind him and his legs were already taking him to the man he'd been in love with and was stupidly attracted to for ages.

It was different from the time he had covered himself with only a bedsheet. Then, the nudity was not for a specific purpose. Now, it seemed like it was.

He kept gazing at Sherlock with his mouth open for a few seconds. Sherlock stared back at him with the same wonder in his sea-green eyes.

His pink, heart-shaped mouth with an insane tongue that John had fantasised about - more than he'd cared to admit. His broad, pale chest, and a lean frame. God knows John had wondered how those long and thin fingers and muscled forearms would feel on his body.

The long legs that would drive everyone crazy, especially John, were now folded so Sherlock could lean on the floor. Apparently, he'd been waiting for John in that position, given the intensity of his gaze into John's eyes. Unbelievable. Was he dreaming?

John licked his lips, trying to remember how to speak.

"Um... Sherlock?" he asked, keeping his bag on his armchair and moving closer to Sherlock.

"John, you can torture me. You can do anything you like to me," he said and paused for a moment. "I'm all yours."

"What's going on?" he asked dubiously. "Another experiment?" he added, regretting immediately after having said it. He didn't want to hurt Sherlock, but he preferred not make a fool of himself either.

Sherlock knitted his brows, looking hurt from John's words. "What? No! I wouldn't do something like this for an experiment. This isn't a joke; not for me at least."

John cleared his throat. "Yeah, well. Sorry. What's brought this on, then? I don't understand..."

"Recently, I've been thinking that there's something more between us. I used to think that it was only on my part, before. But no. That's not quite true," he said and looked up at John in a challenging way.

John couldn't think of any words to properly describe his feelings in that moment. Not with a naked Sherlock on his knees in front of him. So, he just nodded, biting his lower lip and trying to tear his eyes from the hardened cock - as gorgeous as its owner - just in the middle of the room. "You're right," he said, in an attempt at forming coherent words.

"Take me," said Sherlock, in a tone which was a mix of both request and command. "Please," he added.

That worked as a magic word for John. Tiredness from his work long forgotten, his pants were feeling abnormally tight in his jeans, now. Practically drooling, John walked forwards and now the distance was too close for anything else but this.

John held out a finger and caressed Sherlock's face along his left cheekbone. He took his time to finally get to know how those damned cheekbones felt under his touch, stopping only at the corner of his mouth, prompting Sherlock to close his eyes.

Sherlock's lips were parted too, and his chest was rising and falling, as he continued to breathe slowly.

John was obviously more than happy to oblige to anything Sherlock was amenable to, but he was more interested in savouring this moment. So, he replaced his index finger with his thumb and moved it along Sherlock's lower lip, trying to memorise the softness.

Sherlock opened his eyes, decidedly frustrated, and responded by biting John's thumb and keeping it trapped between his teeth.

John let out a soft gasp. Now you're in big trouble, he thought and closed the distance between their mouths.

~

Thank you for tagging me, @a-victorian-girl !

And @curlyjohnlock this was a fun prompt.

Edit: I'd tagged the wrong person lol.

Oooh Sherlock, you naughty boy 👀

[red-cape-morgana]

It’s on me

Based on this very cute fact shared by @inkedroplets

Ao3 version

Lena was simply doing her job. Kara simply wanted a coffee before work. The cashier simply did what he thought was polite. All in all, nothing out of the ordinary for a Tuesday morning. At least that was before Kara’s curiosity got the best of her.

Lena checks the address on her phone one more time before leaving. She had spotted the place when it was still being arranged and had decided to let it run a few weeks before checking it out.

Being a famous and rich Instagram influencer, showing her lifestyle to all her followers is what she does for a living. But it’s also because she knows that so many people don’t have the spare time needed to look through the city’s narrow streets and find small shops, even though they’d find more unique pieces and better services with those small commercants. For Lena, her Instagram is a way to help both parties.

That’s how Lena finds herself walking into that brand new coffee shop where they’ve set up lots of plants, books you can read while you enjoy your coffee and some art students’ pieces that you can buy if you like them. The place still has this air of brand new installation, but she can tell that the owner has put in a lot of effort to make it homey and personal.

Maybe I should promote some art pieces every once in a while. I’m sure the students could use the boost and the money that’d come with it, Lena thinks while stepping into the ordering line.

Her followers voted for her to review this new place and it will be her biggest post of the week. For this, she of course brought her co-host, Mochi, her ragdoll cat of 5 years. He has been her teammate ever since she started this page. At first she only saw it as a way to kill time,one that would drive her family insane. And taking pictures of an adorable kitten in many places around National City doesn’t hurt when you try getting an audience on social media. Now, this handsome man is quietly enjoying the adventure from the special backpack with the submarine bubble window Lena bought a couple years ago (this is so much more practical and comfortable when she brings him along, and he is very photogenic in it as well so she calls that a win-win).

She is standing in the line, looking at all the drinks the place offers, when she suddenly feels observed. Being the rebellious child of the Luthor family has gotten Lena to find pictures of herself on many mags covers. And to find a fuming Lillian waiting for her on many occasions as well.

So, when she turns a bit to take a discreet look at the expected paparazzi waiting to pounce on her, she is for the least surprised. There are no paps in sight, just a very cut, and very focused on Mochi, blonde girl.

Lena can’t really see her face since the woman is slightly crouching down to be at the same height as Mochi, but she can hear her cooing very softly at her cat “Aren’t you the softest cat ever? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!”

The girl must feel the weight of Lena’s gaze on her cause she suddenly freeze, before looking up at her like a deer caught in headlights.

Wow! Her eyes are such an intense blue! It’s like looking right at the sky, Lena thinks.

“I’m sorry. I just saw your cat and he was looking at me. And I love pets. I really love them. But I don’t have one, not yet at least. I’ve always wanted to though! It’s just that my sister is kinda allergic to them and…”

“There's no harm done, dear,” Lena interrupts the word vomit, sensing that if she doesn’t they could still be here in an hour talking about why this chick couldn’t have a pet when she was a kid. “I don’t mind at all the attention I mean, this backpack is kinda designed for showing the pet. And I know Mochi loves being the center of attention. So really, we’re good.”

The blonde seems to relax somewhat thanks to her reassurances that what she did is absolutely fine.

“I’m Kara, by the way. Nice to meet you and Mochi.” she says while offering a tentative hand for Lena to shake.

Lena is actually surprised that Kara doesn’t mention right away anything about her last name,or outrightly asks for a selfie with her. Most of her human interactions are based on that, people wanting to prove they’ve met Lena Luthor. Never caring to get to know the person behind the account.

Her thoughts are interrupted by a discreet cough from the cashier who’s trying to get her attention. The line had progressed while they were talking, and it’s Lena’s turn to order.

“Excuse me,” she says while turning away from Kara to tell him what she’d like to drink. “I’ll have a tall frozen matcha latte, but with almond milk. I’ll take an extra dose of vanilla syrup as well. And could I get some water for my cat please? I’ll keep him on my lap but I’d like him to drink a bit before we go on our way. Is it possible?”

“Sure, miss. No problem with that. What will your friend like to drink please?” he says, briefly glancing from his tablet to Kara.

Lena is about to protest that they’re not together, but for once, she’d like to enjoy a drink in a new place with a new person as well. Constantly looking at her phone to answer strangers' inquisitive questions and curiosity seems a lot less stressful if she gets to share this tiny moment with a new face that seems to not know her name at all.

She turns to a blushing and spluttering Kara before asking with a small smile tugging at her lips “So, Kara, what do you drink? It’s on me.”

[regardingjenmish]

Both those photos have me WEAK. He’s wearing such a simple outfit and yet he looks divine??? And also the photo with his hair across his face though. BRO. BRO. Literally Jeff buckley’s Version of hallelujah started running through my head when I saw that. He’s stunning!! I can’t, man!! He’s stupidly beautiful and insanely photogenic 😩

He looks so damn fine! My brain actually glitched when I saw the photos. I feel like the only proper response to those photos is to scream on top of my lungs. Just the hair alone makes me want to throw myself out the window. I can’t handle this

[deviliciousdev]

MBTI✨Regarding: The Logician's Eternal Struggle of Taking Photos 🥴📸

infp (the mediator)

x

intp (the logician)

best friends

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[at a winery🍷, after too many sangrias]

infp: ok ok! let's take a pic! intp! pay attention!

intp: wha- wat??

infp: pic, pic! [holding phone up with front facing camera]

intp: [in their head] *oh no, oh god. ok ok may be if i smile really wide and close my eyes so i don't look at my reflection it will come out just as a silly face* [smiles wide with eyes closed]

infp: [takes pic and looks at it] intpppp! what the hell! why are your eyes closed??

intp: oh- um because- i don't know... 😄

infp: oh my goddd, ok, ok let's take another.

intp: [in their head] *crap, need a new strategy for picture taking in 0.126 seconds, ok no smile just smolder and look off to the side, yes mysterious perfect. can't fail.*

infp: [looks at picture] oh my god! what are you doing?! you look insane! 🤣

intp: I DONT KNOWWW, OK!

infp: just take a NORMAL picture like a human being!

intp: i'm not good at that!

infp: what taking a picture or being a human being??

intp: yes.

infp: 😂 dear god, ok, ok third times the charm, let's do it.

intp: [in their head] *ok this time just um, um do what normal people do... oh god what do normal people do- * [picture gets taken as intp was not ready] *oh damn it!*

infp: [check photo] WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOUR FACE! why do you look so uncomfortable?!

intp: oh um because i am... ahaha 😂

infp: why can't you take a selfie?! i've taken plenty of candid photos of you and you're very photogenic i don't understand what's happening?! 🤣

intp: i don't know what to do with my face! ok, what do you do for pictures?

infp: i smile ahahaha

intp: ok smile, check. and where do you look? 👀

infp: 😐... at the camera...🤨

intp: hmmm interesting, ok let's try it again.

[infp holds phone up again]

intp: [in head] *ok smile check. good, good feels natural, just pretend you're laughing, yeah, yeah like that* [actually looks cute] *ok and now look at the camera* [looks at camera] *oh man my head is tilted weird. are my eyebrows furrowed too much? oh god i lost my casual i'm laughing smile. just fix it! oh no now it looks weird and fake! oh god infp's going for the camera button, RED ALERT 🚨 smile! smile! NO NOT LIKE THAT!! DEAR GOD, may day may day!*

infp: [takes final photo and both look at it]

both: mmmmm... ehhhh

infp: kinda odd, not your best, but not terrible.

intp: yeah it's not gonna get any better than that...

infp: it's fine i'm just gonna stick to Guerilla Warfare style candid photos of you.

intp: perfect! i'll never see it coming!🤓

both: [fist bump, clink mason jars together and chug sangria 🤜🤛🍹🍹]

[bondsmagii]

Regarding this cat that is perhaps not a cat at all. Definitely not MY cat.

ARCHIVIST

Statement of Orla McDonald, regarding a cat that is perhaps not a cat at all. Original statement given July 3, 2012. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London.

Statement begins.

ARCHIVIST (STATEMENT)

It started after Bella died. Or I suppose, after I thought Bella died. Bella was – is? – my cat, or at least I think she is, or was. I got her as a kitten and she’s now seven years old, if she’s actually still alive at all, which I’m pretty sure she must be as I saw her just this morning, when I was on my way here. Bella is a beautiful cat, long-haired, that grey colour they call blue and that I never understood until I looked at Bella when the light was just right and I could see she did look kind of blue after all. She has eyes to match, too – big and sea-blue, like you could dive right in – and she’s more photogenic than I am. Temperament wise, she’s a very chill cat. She likes to relax in the sun, stretch out over the sofa, basically just laze around as the lady of the manor. Altogether a very typical cat, right? Nothing remarkable at all.

Well, all apart from one thing. Every so often, perhaps once every few months, Bella just goes wild. It’s not like, you know, her time or anything, because she was fixed as a young cat because God knows I can’t be doing with kittens. Apparently it’s normal for cats to have times of the day where they just go crazy for some reason, running around and making a mess and yowling, but she doesn’t do that. It isn’t every day, or even a once a week thing. And it doesn’t last for a brief period of time, like what all the things I’ve read have said. She’s fine for months, chilling out and sleeping on the sofa, and then one day she’ll just wake up and it’s like a wild animal has moved into my house. She doesn’t go outside as a rule, because I worry too much about her, and usually she’s fine with that. But when she enters this state she will absolutely get out of the house no matter what. As soon as I open the door to go to work or to put the rubbish out, Bella will shoot out through even the tiniest gap and off she goes. There’s nothing I can do about it at all. Once – and only once – I tried to stop her, and she clawed up my arm so badly I still have scars. It was the first and only time she’d ever scratched me, and I was stunned. It got the message across, though. I’m not happy about it, but I have no choice but to let her out. I worry about her, but it’s not like I can stop her, and also I don’t particularly want her in the house when she’s in that mood? It sounds neglectful, I know, but she really does just rip the place apart.

There’s a lot of danger when it comes to cats outside, and I live right by a main road, and yeah. I won’t go into detail, but the inevitable happened. I wasn’t too shocked? I mean, I think deep down, I always knew. That’s what happens, right? Obviously I was devastated, and finding her was… well, I didn’t find her, I should say I found out, because she had a collar and the driver… God, I feel so sorry for her too, you know? She was so good about it, she could have just driven off because that’s what most people do when someone hits a pet on that road – my neighbours just let their cats run wild and I’ve called the RSPCA so many times but anyway, that’s not the point. The driver was only a young girl, maybe eighteen or nineteen, couldn’t have been driving long. She brought Bella up to my door, wrapped tight in a blanket like she was sleeping. Thank God there wasn’t any visible injuries. We even talked for a little bit; I tried to reassure her that I didn’t blame her, that it wasn’t her fault, but I don’t think she believed me. How could she? I still think about her even now, wishing that I could somehow explain that Bella was still alive, but… I’m not even sure that’s what’s going on, but if it makes her feel better, right? I don’t know. I brought Bella into the house and I just sat with her for a while, talking to her. Calling her a little idiot, asking what got into her. Telling her I loved her. You know. That kind of thing. I held her in my arms and rocked her like she was a little baby, and after some time – I’m not sure how long, maybe half an hour? – I became aware that she was moving. She was moving around in the blanket like she was trying to get out, and in my shock I let go and the blanket fell into my lap and out she jumped. She even gave me an indignant little meow as she did so, like I’d been deliberately keeping her in there. She sat, washed a paw, and then trotted into the kitchen where I kept some food laid out for her. I just sat there in shock.

I mean, cats have nine lives, right? That’s what they always say. I’m not sure what Bella got up to on her other trips outside, but as far as I knew, she’d never lost a life before. She’s always been a healthy cat, no scares, no accidents until that one. I get that it’s just a saying, but something in me wondered if there was more to it then. I was sure she was dead. She might not have been, because admittedly I didn’t check for a pulse or breathing or anything, and the accident had just happened so she wasn’t cool or stiff. The only proof I have is the weight there was to her when I took her from the young driver’s arms. It’s called a dead weight for a reason; it wasn’t the sleepy heaviness she had when I would try and get her to budge over at night, or how she would go deliberately limp when I lifted her away from something she wasn’t allowed to eat. This was a different kind of weight, and while I’ve been fortunate enough to have never handled any kind of dead body before then, I just instinctively knew what that weight was; what it meant. It was so heavy – literally the absence of all life. She was dead, and then she wasn’t, and of course I was glad for it but I was naturally very uneasy.

After a couple of days I brought her to the vet. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, couldn’t stop analysing her for signs she might be acting differently, or I suppose for proof that I hadn’t somehow imagined it. I explained what had happened to the vet, but I suppose I chickened out of saying that she was absolutely dead – I don’t think the vet would have believed me. Or at least she would have explained away how I must have been mistaken, and I know I wasn’t mistaken but I also know I would have probably been so eager to believe her that I would have convinced myself I was, and I don’t know. I just said she seemed dead, and then she was fine. They put Bella through a bunch of tests and scans and sure enough everything showed up just fine; their best guess was that she hadn’t been struck at all, but had maybe just had the life frightened out of her and passed out or something, like how a person can get a shock and faint. I suppose that’s not impossible? Something about the vet’s choice of words struck me, though. Frightened the life out of her. It really did seem like that was what had happened – like whatever made Bella Bella had been… taken. Or vanished. Like the fear had replaced it entirely.

That’s not to say Bella was a frightened cat after that. She acts much the same, if I’m honest. She’s still pretty chill, she’s still always lazing around not doing much of anything, but there’s something just off about her. There’s a look in her eyes that I can’t quite explain. Have you ever seen an animal and you’re kind of like oh my God, it looks like a little old man or old woman or something? There’s just something about the face that looks so human, or they pull an expression and you just know what they mean? It was kind of like that with Bella’s eyes – they looked human. Sometimes she looked at me with an understanding that was beyond… beyond what a cat should be able to conceptualise. I know, I know, we don’t actually understand as much about animal intelligence as we’d like, and we don’t know just how much about their environment they do or do not understand, but I’m telling you it was different with her. She had never acted like that before and I’d never seen her look like that before. It’s so strange. I considered maybe some kind of brain damage affecting her personality, but the vets found absolutely no injuries at all. I even took her back to ask about it, just saying that she was acting out of character, but they could find nothing wrong with her that time either. Scans came back fine. She was her usual self with the vet. I felt – I feel – like I’m going insane.

As if all this wasn’t bad enough, I’ve started noticing some… really odd things. A couple of weeks ago I woke up in the middle of the night, just wide awake like something had deliberately woken me. I couldn’t remember hearing anything, but I just knew that something, some noise, had woken me. I sleep deeply, too, so it would have to be some noise – I mean, I’ve actually slept through a fire alarm once, it’s that bad. Whatever happened had to be some kind of I don’t even know, explosion or something, or it had to have happened very close to where I was sleeping. I sat up and turned on my light, and my bedroom door was fully closed. I never fully close it because Bella likes to come in and out, but it was completely closed and when I went over to look, there was a crack in the wood running from the top and bottom of the panel where the handle was attached. It looked like it had been slammed shut with extreme force, and I suppose that’s what woke me. I was confused, obviously, and I didn’t even consider the implications until I heard footsteps on the stairs. Thankfully they were running away from me, but I heard them as clear as anything – thud thud thud on the stairs, like a fully grown man in heavy boots. I was absolutely petrified. I had these horrible thoughts of some creep sneaking around in my room while I was asleep, but nothing was moved and there were no prints on the carpet and the room didn’t feel like anyone had been in there. It didn’t seem as… well, as simple as that, so I found the courage to ease the door open and peer out. The house was still and silent, and as I crept towards the top of the stairs I knew that I was definitely alone in the house – there was no other presence. I finally looked around the corner and down the stairs and the only thing I could see was Bella’s vague outline, sitting at the bottom of the stairs and looking right at me, her eyes glinting in the dim light.

I don’t know why she frightened me so much then. I think it was because of the glow of the streetlight outside, coming in through the frosted glass of the front door. I suppose the effect of the glass could have caused it, but for a moment her shadow… didn’t match. It was elongated, jagged, like her joints were all harsh angles. Like a bare tree in winter, all knots and wild angles, sharp and rough. Whatever fur she had didn’t show up in the shadow – she looked short-haired or even hairless, and her jaw was longer and more canine. I took a half-step back and from that angle her shadow looked normal again, and she meowed at me and trotted quite normally into the living room and out of sight, but I didn’t miss the way she looked at me. I got the distinct impression that she knew I had seen.

It sounds ridiculous, I know. Even writing this, I feel stupid. I do think maybe I should go and speak to someone, because now I’m laying it out I do wonder if I might have just suffered a horrible shock thinking Bella was dead, and then I’ve just created this strange story around the whole thing. Maybe she was fine. Maybe she did just faint. Maybe it’s all in my head. I have no idea, but something about it just doesn’t seem that simple at all. I keep going back to that old saying, that cats have nine lives. Perhaps I’m thinking too deeply into it, but I have to wonder if those lives are all the same one. I mean, does it just refer to close calls? That they get lucky and get more tries? Or do they get nine separate lives? If they do, where do they get the extras from? Is it still theirs, or does it come from… somewhere else?

I don’t know if Bella is still a cat, but even if she is, I don’t think she’s still… my cat. Or maybe she is? I don’t know. I’m still glad she’s here, but… well. I sleep with my door closed now. With the chair against it. And that’s not really normal, is it?

ARCHIVIST

Statement ends.

This is certainly one of those statements that makes me wonder why I’m here. An unnerving story, yes, but I do wonder if this isn’t an exercise in creative writing or perhaps as Ms McDonald said: some kind of post-traumatic episode following the shock of believing her pet to have met an unpleasant end. If it is, I imagine that the shock will eventually wear off and Ms McDonald will stop believing that her pet cat has been possessed by some kind of entity, or whatever she believes is going on. There isn’t much to investigate in regards to this, either – the nature of the incident makes it very difficult to ascertain facts, and checking with the veterinary clinics in the area of the address Ms McDonald provided was a waste of time. They either don’t remember any such cases, or they are not inclined to discuss patient information.

As for Ms McDonald herself, she has since moved away from the property and left no forwarding address. The house is, as reported, situated on a main road and the residents there suffer all the frequent calamities from having one’s front garden directly attach to a road with a 60 mile an hour speed limit – collisions with pets and cars emerging from driveways, and occasional car-house collisions. A few neighbours remembered Ms McDonald and reported that she was a pleasant and completely unremarkable young woman, causing no trouble and certainly never acting like she might be suffering from any kind of mental distress. A few neighbours also recalled Bella, having seen her stalking through their back gardens or, more frequently, sitting in Ms McDonald’s living room window. Nobody reported anything strange about the cat at all; certainly not elongated shadows. It was impossible to track down the driver of the vehicle said to have struck Bella with the information provided with this statement, and with that any potential leads were exhausted – though I confess to not being entirely sure where they might have led to even if we had found them.

Not exactly debunked, but certainly not worth filing away as open. I’m considering creating a new designation for statements containing material perhaps better discussed with a therapist.

End recording.

[thegrandkinghimself]

oikawa tooru headcanons: body

no this ain’t about the nasty, get your mind out of the gutter

he runs cold. it sucks. 

oikawa keeps his fingernails super short to have a better handle of the volleyball. he started cutting them in the middle of junior high after his upperclassman told him to do it. 

the first time he tried cutting them, he did it on the futon like a rookie. ended up bleeding all over the covers because he accidentally cut the skin underneath the nail, and went to bed amidst a bunch of clippings in the sheets. he was still finding bits of nails in his futon a whole week after that first time. he does it in the bathroom now, like a respectable person. 

his hands are very pretty, by the way. they’re large in general, which is great in ball control/handling, but his fingers are super long and thin with no bulky knuckles to interrupt the long line of them.

this doesn’t really have canon basis, but i’ve always imagined oikawa to have struggled with weight issues--specifically with being underweight.  beyond eating to maintain weight and getting enough nutrients for volleyball, i think he’s always followed a pretty strict diet to prevent things like malnutrition, anemia, and a weak immune system. 

it gets easier for him to gain weight when he’s older--hormones and increased appetite and all that. it’s not so much an issue of health anymore as it is to just stay fit at this point. he’s very proud, you guys. he’s put in a lot of work to have an adequate amount of muscle mass. 

manages to keep a very trim figure, however. even as an adult, playing professionally in argentina, he’s still rather svelte despite all the added muscle. his waist-to-shoulder ratio is only a little insane.

tiddies.

much to the envy of his friends, oikawa never really has to worry about acne. he’ll occasionally get a little along his jawline, which he does freak out about, but it’s never noticeable and goes away within two or three days. as a result, he never develops a skin routine besides using face wash and moisturizer. he invests in really nice shampoo and conditioner, though, because he is very proud of his hair. 

oikawa’s got an image to maintain his image, you guys!!

no, he does not use makeup to look nice. at all. he’s naturally that pretty. you can’t convince me otherwise. 

oikawa is this strange mix between being pretty and handsome. it really depends on things like angles, his expression, and the mood he’s affecting, so he can look super different in his photos. and yes, he’s very photogenic. to an annoying to degree. 

there was probably some sort of bet between his friends to catch him in unflattering poses in the first year or two of high school. it ended because the number of photos that matsukawa and hanamaki have between them is depressingly low after two years of doing this. like, yes, oikawa makes a lot of stupid faces, but they’re not that unflattering—they tend to come out more endearing or cute than ugly.

when he smiles genuinely, his eye corners crinkle up a lot and he shows a lot of gum. iwaizumi is always blown away by it because oikawa just looks so so happy. he has a special smile, though, where he shows no teeth at all, his smile lines get super prominent, and his eyelashes touch his cheeks. that one is so rare. 

speaking of iwaizumi, i see him being a leg man. oikawa has really nice ones. they’re very long. 

after his knee injury, he takes to proper stretching routines religiously to prevent pulling muscles or worsening it. i feel like at some point when he’s older, either late in high school or in argentina, he starts going to a physical therapist once a week. when he’s with iwaizumi, though, oikawa just has him help out instead of going to his appointments. 

maybe he takes up yoga?