#this scene changed the chemistry in my brain so much i had to gif it all

[stedesbonnets]

And each time I see you I contemplate What I love most of all Your swingin' gaze

[lamonnaie]

thanks for the tag @dramalets :) 🫶🫶

Rules: without naming them, post 10 gifs of your favorite TV shows, then tag 10 people.

ngl this was surprisingly hard, i can do top 5 but after that there's plenty of shows that i've enjoyed and i couldn't rlly narrow it down 😅

tagging @xinhua-jun @winnysatang @distant-screaming @cornflowershade @quodekash @spicypussywave @katerinaptrv @dimplesandfierceeyes @blackstar-gazer and anyone else who wants to do it !!! (no pressure :))

[inklore]

impetuous

premise: the little games you and joel like to play become risky when you almost get caught.

pairing: joel miller x smuggler!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: eighteen+ content, unprotected piv, established enemies with benefits, dirty talk, a certain clothing item being used as a gag, small mention of masturbation and bjs, hints of angst.

note: episode eight changed me as a person, the integration scene rewired my brain chemistry and i just needed to get this out before i collapsed from being in heat. the gif was made by me so don't steal pretty please.

part of this world but you don't have to read it to enjoy this!

“Shh, shh,” Joel silences you, just as a hard thrust of his cock has your mouth falling open, a moan filling the air of the damp shed. The crunch of sticks and gravel outside makes your already thumping heart beat faster against your rib cage.

Brows drawn together, the hands gripping onto Joel’s flannel digging into his sides. The thumb that was just pressed to the column of your throat—dirty palm squeezing your airway just enough to lower your moans, enough to make you wetter and less coherent—now moves down to where you’re bare and his cock is fucking into you. The rough pad of his thumb moving along your clit, “focus right here.” 

Ignore the noises outside. 

Ignore the possibility of getting caught by someone out after dark and up to no good. 

Ignore the possibility of getting thrown in a cell by FEDRA because you two were out after dark and up to no good. 

“Fuc-Joel,” you whine. Clench your eyes shut until all you can see is little white dots behind them. Try to focus on those, on the burn you feel from the tears that are now prickling at your lash line from how hard you’re trying to focus. 

From how hard you’re trying to keep your mouth shut, to not getting caught—at least not before you’ve come. 

Joel’s words “focus right here” mocking and blaring in your head like a song you can’t stop humming, a song stuck in your head, a song you want to bodily remove from your brain stem; your focus on the footsteps outside no longer the issue; your attentions shifting to the head of his cock, hitting every spot inside of you that makes your legs tighten around his hips more, on the burning pleasure he’s delivering to your clit right now. 

You couldn’t focus on anything but him if you tried, and you’re trying really hard to focus that attention on staying quiet. 

Which the two of you know is not your forte, in and out of this situation. 

The countless times when Joel’s not fucking you come to the forefront of your mind of him complaining about your need to argue, to talk talk talk, instead of the two of you doing a trade, or making the other come. 

“Anyone ever told you you talk too much?” 

"Well, one of us has to do the talking, Mr. Resting Grump Face. Besides, you’d be bored if I didn’t make you work for what you came for.” 

“That what you call it? Workin’ for it? You mean until I give you what you want because you can’t seem to ask for it unless you’re deliverin’ me bad news,” he had smirked. Wiped the grin from your face and covered it with his mouth seconds later as he backed you into the wall, groin grinding against your front. “I got better uses for that mouth.” 

The scrape of the metal table your ass is on moves each time Joel thrusts, each time his cock drags against your sensitive walls over and over. If it weren’t for his jeans still covering half of him, the sounds of your skin moving against each other—and your wetness that was more than likely staining the front of his jeans, the small window in the back doing little to help light anything but his face and neck—would cover up the mewls and cries making your throat hoarse and raw each time they slip out when you fight to swallow them down. 

“The only way you know how to be quiet is with my cock in your mouth.” There’s humor in his tone; his heavy breaths add more heat to your face. You feel his free hand run along your leg, moving it from his hip for half a second as he pulls your underwear from your calf and over your ankle until it’s in his palm and he’s pushing the material into your mouth. 

You can taste the remnants of your arousal on the cotton, from even before the two of you started your little game. When it was still just a simple trade of stolen items and things your boss was too cowardly to hand off to the big bad grump. When he had just been scowling at you, listening to your bullshit story, and bidding the time until one of you cracked. Before both of you threw the items to the side and Joel’s hands were bending you over the nearest surface or pushing you to your knees. 

You swallow around the material, your whimpers caught by the fabric and barely audible. His lips press against the material, barely touching your lips; the sweat on his forehead mingles with your own as he presses it against yours. “Focus on comin’ for me, take what you came for. C’mon. Come with me,” he grunts. Moves his hips in a way that has your eyes rolling back and your teeth biting the salvia-soaked cotton. 

The hand not rubbing fast circles on your clit, cups the back of your skull. His dirty fingers wrapped in your hair, keeping you in place. Keeping you bent at the perfect angle so your hips can meet his. So his thumb has access to that nerve that’s making your toes curl—to push his cock further and further into you so the tip hits something pleasurably painful. 

When you’re coming, when his name is muffled against your underwear and your nails are clinging and digging into his skin from the searing heat that has your body convulsing against him—"That's it, that's it, take it” murmured against your forehead—you feel him finish seconds later. Your walls clenching and spasming around his cock. A deep grunt breathed against your skin. 

Your insides feel warm, like jell-o left out in the sun. Like if Joel never moved from between your legs and the two of you stayed connected forever, you wouldn’t mind. 

And after he’s pulled out and his warmth is gone from your body, you quickly shoot down the disappointment rising up inside of you that he didn’t stay between your legs longer. That this part of the night is over, and now you’re back to the game. 

To the reason you snuck out after dark to begin with. 

Completely denying yourself any opposing thought that could put that reason into question. The two of you have been doing this for too long for your mind to think it’s something it isn’t. 

Even when he doesn’t just take what he came for and leave or shoot you a scowl when he helps you find your pants, the way you expect him to. 

Or how he doesn’t let you go first no matter how much arguing you do against it—how he makes sure the coast is clear before signaling it’s safe. Him hanging behind to—cover his ass, you’re sure—make sure when you slip down the dark alleyway, no one is there to catch you sneaking away into the night. 

And later, when you’re laying in bed, you’ll chalk up the pounding need you feel again as you remember Joel’s rough fingers against you—your jaw, your neck, digging into your sides, your shoulder to keep you from moving anywhere but against him, anywhere but where he wouldn’t be inside of you—and his words still playing in your head “focus right here, come with me”, your heart will pick up, and you’ll have no choice but to sedate the ache you feel by making yourself come. Joel’s name on your tongue and bit into your bottom lip; you’ll blame it on his stupid mouth and your lack of options for sexual partners in this hell hole. 

It won’t be because of an attachment or attraction of any kind. 

Fuck that. 

And tomorrow, when you tell Robert to do his own fucking deliveries, it won’t be because of your feelings but instead because you almost got caught last night. This little game becoming more of a risk than entertainment for you, and you’ll be damned if you get in the mix with FEDRA over Joel and the underlying need the both of you have to pick each other apart and pull the hatred you harbor inside out with teeth, tongues, and fingers that make you see stars. 

But Robert is spineless, and you’re not convincing enough to make yourself believe you want to end anything with Joel. 

[euphoriaslux]

hello!

hi everyone, so sorry i have been mia this month your girl had a wee bit of a depressive episode but you know what we're BACK! I'm going to get back to writing daily so i can feed you guys and stop focusing so much on perfection because ultimately i am writing smut about fictional characters who do not know who i am, why do i care so much!!

anywho, here's a little snippet of my part two for "two's a party" that will hopefully come out very soon :) this is mainly angst but there are three separate smut scenes in the whole fic because I'm sick in the mind. my vincent fic will also hopefully come out soon, i have had such trouble writing him for some reason so i think i need to rewatch aoaf and get an idea of his characterization again... ANYWAY enjoy this snippet and let me know if u guys have any requests :p

The sun has set, and you find yourself standing outside of the tennis courts. You passed by gaggles of students on their way to parties and bars, wearing tight clothes and big smiles with the scent of cheap liquor stuck them like a cloud. Hearing the sound of tennis balls clanging against the metal gate, you open the door to the courts ever so slightly, peering in to see Art grabbing neon green balls from a bucket before slamming them with his racket, making you cringe at the harsh smack it makes when it comes in contact with the wall. 

There’s no one else in the courts, likely because it’s nearly sunset on a Friday.  You try and close the door quietly behind you but it makes a loud sound as it goes back to its original position, and you shake your head slightly as Art turns around, meeting your eyes. He’s wearing a Stanford Tennis sweatshirt, with his blond locks peeking out from the black cap that’s backwards on his head. He stands, staring at you for a few moments before he puts his racket on the floor, walking towards you. Your heart starts thumping in your chest, so fast that you’re scared he’ll be able to hear it through your ribcage. 

“Hi,” you smile, hoping your nerves don’t show. You hug your arms as a particularly strong wind chill passes through, feeling the goosebumps start to form. 

“Hi,” he parrots you, slightly breathless. 

“You haven’t been to class lately, just wondering if you’re alive.”

“That’s a good excuse to stalk me,” he grins, and you feel your shoulders drop at the sight. 

“Good to see your confidence hasn’t taken a hit,” you say as he takes some tennis balls from the pocket of his sweatshirt and tosses them into the bucket before taking a few steps closer to you. 

“Nope,” he says, his mouth popping at the p. 

“I think that may be impossible.”

“What gave you such an impenetrable ego, Art?” you cock your head and he shrugs, smiling as he puts his hands on his hips.

“Don’t know, maybe being great at hitting a ball with a racket your whole life does something to your brain chemistry. The jury’s still out on if it’s a good thing,” 

You hum, stifling a laugh. The two of you stand quietly for a few moments before you talk.

“Last weekend, if I did something wrong-”

“No, you didn’t do anything,” Art cuts you off, sighing at the topic. “Patrick and I-”

“We got into a stupid fight. It doesn’t matter.”

You play with the skin around your nails. 

“That makes me feel like it was my fault.” You take a deep breath before talking again.

“What you and Patrick have, how you know each other. How you’ve grown together, and play together. I would feel awful if I played any part in messing that up.”

Art scoffs. “No need to be melodramatic, we’re not fucking dating or anything.”

You nod, unsure of what to say. 

“I saw he has a match this weekend…” you prompt, and Art nods.

“Are you gonna go?,” you ask gently. Art says nothing, and you decide not to press him. 

“Okay, well I’m going to go,” you adjust the strap of your backpack. 

“Let me know if you change your mind.”

Art looks you up and down before he takes off his hat and then brings his sweatshirt over his neck, tossing the sweatshirt into your chest as he puts his hat back on. 

“Don’t want you getting cold.”

“It’s fine, Art-”

“You’ll give it back to me next time.”

Feeling the fabric between your fingers, a grin crosses your face at his words.

"Alright, next time.''

Art watches as you walked out of the tennis courts, leaving him alone in the quiet noise of the sunset. He’s forced to remember that morning with Patrick.

 

It was a couple of minutes before seven, the sunlight just starting to creep through the blinds of the hotel window. You’d just shuffled out of the room a couple hours ago, your shoes in your hands and your shirt on backwards. Art was laid across the two twin beds that they pushed together, his hand on his stomach as he watched Patrick grab his shirt, pulling it on and buttoning the bottom three buttons. 

“Can’t find my pants,” Patrick muttered as he stopped his movement, his eyes scanning the room. Art snickered from his position on the bed. 

“They’re on the chair,” Patrick turned at Art’s voice, grinning as he walked across the room to find his jeans perched on the wooden chair. He could feel Art’s eyes on him as he tugged his pants above his thighs, zipping his jeans and leaving a sliver of his boxers visible. 

This continues for a while - Patrick haphazardly packing and stressing about his tennis game tomorrow as Art falls in and out of sleep, slightly jolting when Patrick closes a drawer particularly hard or trips over a piece of clothing on the floor. Art was almost asleep again when he heard Patrick’s voice, muffled by the bathroom door. 

“Can I use your razor?”

 Before he could think, Art yelled back “I have a new one in my backpack, just use that.”

Patrick’s movement stills for a moment before he pops his head out of the bathroom door, his hand raised with the razor and a slight furrow in his brows. 

“I can’t use yours?” he asks, and Art doesn’t like the guilt that the question causes him, and doesn’t know why the ask makes his mouth dry. 

“Just use the new one. You won’t get my hair on you.”

“No sweat,” Patrick moves to go back to the bathroom but is cut off by Art.

“Use the new one, Patrick.”

“Jesus Christ Art, I just need to use your damn razor,” Patrick’s smiling, but his voice is a little sharper, a twinge of hurt playing on his tongue. 

“Fine, use it. I don’t care,” Art sighs as he rises from the pillow to sit up, pinching the place between his eyes.”

“My dick was in your mouth last night, in case you forgot.”

Patrick rests against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, Art stares at Patrick for a few moments, feeling the skin on his face get warm. Of course he remembers last night, but hearing it out loud makes him feel a weird mix of rage and embarrassment. Art stands up and moves towards the dresser, grabs his clothes, and starts to put them on. 

“Dude, is it so insulting to think you wanted to fuck me?” Patrick says through a laugh, watching Art intently. 

Art pulls his arms through the sleeves of his sweater, staring at his brunette counterpart as he stuffs his wallet into his pocket. 

“Patrick. Don’t think I did anything last night that wasn’t just to fuck her, alright?” Art gives a tight-lipped smile as he grabs his keys. He tries to move towards the door but Patrick is faster, cutting him off as he blocks the door. 

“C’mon Art,” he playfully taps his chest. 

“It’s just me. You can be honest.”

The soft tone Patrick uses, the implications, the stuffiness of the room and the sight of Patrick’s slightly tousled hair infuriates Art. 

“What the fuck did you think was gonna happen today, Patrick? I mean, what, we were gonna walk out of here holding hands, drinking a milkshake with one straw or something?” Art chuckles dryly, seeing the change in Patrick’s face as he realizes what he’s saying. He knows he’s being mean, but he doesn’t know why. He’s too far gone, now. 

“I don’t want to be with someone like you, and I thought you knew that.”

Art’s words stick in the air as Patrick chews on his lower lip, slightly nodding. 

'“Good luck tomorrow,” Art pats Patrick’s shoulder as he pushes past him to open the door, but Patrick grabs his wrist right after the key clicks open. 

“You know, you have so much going on in your head,” Patrick points his finger into Art’s face, any humor in his voice long gone. 

“That you let it rule your whole life. Well, I’m done letting you infect me with it. I won’t let you turn me into a pathetic coward too.”

Art slams the hotel room door so hard that a couple from across the hallway creaks their door open, asking if Patrick is okay. He doesn’t answer.

[janujaja]

Thai BL Favourites Tag List Game

Of COURSE @lost-my-sanity1 want me to partake in this and I am doing it for that wee little child only.

Favourite BL

I mean, it was a tight competition between THE 2 - MSP and BB. But as I have screamed out into the void before, BB just takes the cake, man. That show viscerally changed me as a person. I am a NEW BEING after BB. It's the way in which it came during the pandemic with its amazing acting and directing and music and STORY and chemistry and all that and more. MSP is a close second but my uni bois have a special place in my heart.

[p.s I love nanon and his entire face in this scene so much I cannot even descRIBE]

Favourite Pairing

The pretentious me hates how I am following the mainstream and not thinking of some obscure pairings but yeah TinnGun genuinely deserve it. I am sorry but I still get butterflies whenever I watch the last scene of ep 4. That kind of chemistry is super hard to come by and GemFourth did such a good job, I love them. 🥺 I wanna forget ever having watched MSP and watch them all over again.

Some noteworthy mentions are obviously patpran, everything maxtul plays, akkayan, biblebuild, etc.

OH I do infact have a not THAT mainstream pair! It's whatever couple name mark and perth acted as in the [admittedly not a BL] show, The Stranded, on Netflix.

Favourite Character

Tinn. I relate so much to that boy, especially his awkwardness. Also he is super cute and I am super cute. He is also super simpy and I love that in a man. I truly don't know if I want him or want to be him.

[ANOTHER noteworthy mention is Pleum in Ghost Host, Ghost House cuz again, mans is a walking green flag and a simp. ALSO hella awkward. *gasps* I have a type].

Favourite side character

This position is shared by 2 of my fav comic reliefs who are also very pure hearted I love them to bits - Tiwson from MSP and Tankhun from Kinnporsche. The series truly wouldn't have been anything without them and I stand by it.

Favourite Scene

If I could say the entirety of ep 5 of BB, I would have. But if I had to choose. This.

Nothing surpasses this. Paof told them to make it award fucking worthy with the angst and they fucking did it. Ohm in this scene does so many things to me I cannot even I shall be kicked out from society if I ever open my mouth. I can't even stand seeing that gif cuz my knees will buckle down that very second. It also paved the way for the rooftop kiss TM so.

Favourite Line

I mean. I warned you about this in the previous question so. It's more to do with the way he says it but it's still my fav cuz it was done right.

Underrated Actor:

SING who plays the role of the villain in Not Me. It is time that he got some main character roles, gmm.

Most anticipated BL and why:

1. Dangerous Romance cuz I have missed seeing Perth and Chimon, another 2 actors that can ACT, in a main role.

2. Only Friends cuz

3. I feel you linger in the air cuz plot looks interesting and they r both hunks.

Healthiest relationship in a bl:

Tinngun. Aint even have to put up a fight.

Most toxic relationship in a bl:

I mean, there are lots, girlie. If you immediately thought of that one pairing after seeing this question, then yeap I am going with that pairing too wink wink.

Guilty Pleasure Series:

Tonhon Chonlatee and that too only the first few eps. I love khaotung man what do I do.

Bonus! Most underrated series:

I think khun chai is pretty underrated in the sense that it's very telenovelaesque and mayhaps not fully bl so people r put off by it but I LOVED that show to bits.

YYY was a comparatively underrated series too even though I loved the romantic moments as much as the weird and comedic ones. It truly sits in a league of its own.

OOOKIE thassit for now. I have exhausted my typing abilities and I am pretty sure I left a lot of good series and scenes off cuz my brain couldn't conjure them up while I was typing.

I welcome anyone else who wants to try this out honestly, but if @ashedddaisy and @gaylittlepieceofsh1t could contribute their think pieces, I would LOVE to read em.

[morganwrites12672]

Joe Keery x Reader

Requests are open! Check my pinned post for details!

Also, I made YN's characters name Stephanie. It can be anything you want it just felt better with a name.

this was a request thank you, @snackycake1975

You were terrified. Joe had been being extremely weird for the last few weeks. And the cast had been acting weird around you... Did you do something? You wracked your brain for an answer as you sipped on your morning coffee.

Joe hadn't been spending as much time in your trailer as usual. What if he wants a break? Or to break up, for real?

Was he just waiting until you finished filming? That eould make sense. Your characters were love interests, and breaking up might mess up the chemistry. That was why. The cast also knew. Definetly.

You set down your coffee and change into some fresh clothes. Just sweatpants and a T-Shirt, you would be changing into your costume shortly. You brush out your hair. No need for makeup or styling, makeup and hair crew.

You jump as a knock on your door startles you. You rush over and see Joe. Why is he here? Did he talk to the producers and they said he could 'dump your ass'?

"Morning, baby," he yawns. He walks in as you step back from the door. He takes a seat on your bed and motions for you to follow. You take a seat on his lap and he wraps his arms around, chin resting on your shoulder. *I'm sorry I do that cuddle thing in every fic. I'm so weak for it*

"Morning Joe. What's wrong?" You ask. You needed to know. If he was going to dump your ass, get it over with. You could handle it. Okay, you couldn't.

It was season 4, almost over. Stephanie and Steve were about to get a happy ending. As happy as it could be, Stephanie had lost her parents, steves we're still alive due to being out of state.

"Nothings wrong," he quickly says. Lie. "Look, I'm just nervous. It's the end of the season, I mean, we've been dating for almost as long as the show has been going on," okay. That seemed true.

"5 years," you reply. You had to get to filming, your crew would kill you if you were much later. You were going to miss not filming with the people for the year or so you would be waiting on the writers.

"Come on babe," Joe says grabbing your hand and you both walk out of your trailer. Gaten whistles when he sees you leave the trailer together. He was literally like your child. You and Joe had basically adopted him.

You flip him the bird as he sticks out his tongue and then Joe just laughs. "youre a dork," he mumbles and you give him a playful shove.

The crew quickly ushers you both apart. You being drug off and dramatically calling for your lover. You snicker as the makeup crew starts smiling at your antics.

You were in the middle of a heated scene. Stephanie has taken a hit from a few demobats and was loosing a lot of blood.

"Steph, please no," Joe said with gears in his eyes. This scene was going great. He knelt next to your body. He pulled something from his pocket.

"I was gonna marry you baby," he says. Your face probably looks shocked. This is not part of the script. You rack your brain. Probably trying to get a genuine reaction.

"I'm sorry Steve, I love you but ..," you couch up blood that had been in the back of your throat, another year escapes his eye, "I can't lose you, I do," is your last words before he picks you up and you pass out.

"CUT," you hear one of the brothers yell. Part of the cast somes running towards you as Joe sets you down. You smile when Gaten hugs you.

"What's going on? You know I hate surprises," you say as you receive hugs . You feel a tao on your shoulder and have to release Millie.

You see Joe. He is fucking. Proposing!?! He had a dianond ring. He is on one knee. A haloy tear slips from your eyes, "Yes," you varely whisper as a happy tears slips from both of your eyes.

He palaces the ring on your finger and picks you up spinning you. You are shocked as he sets you down. You place a kiss on his lips.

"Why did you make us wait?" Sadie asks. they knew. They most likely planned it.

"I-" joe can't come up with a reply so you just kiss him again. You kiss joe. You kiss your Fiance! Because you are.... engaged!

[celestial-sapphicss]

Thai BL Favorites List Tag Game

thank you for tagging me mel @justafriend-ql & @dragonsareawesome123 & @solana-ceae !!! i always love a chance to talk about thai (mostly gmmtv) bl skksksksksks

favourite bl:

surprise surprise 0 points for guessing its *drumroll* bad buddy!!!!!! of course it is i don't even have to talk about it more

favourite pairing:

TinnGun - they took me by surprise i love them so much its unreal!!!!!

most underrated actor:

listen! book kasidet is so freaking underrated! like after seeing him play gun in abaab, im a lifelong fan! and also SEA!!!! vice versa & 55:15 my beloved 💘

favourite character:

i will forever and always be biased to pran like no character will ever even come close to an extent that it's unfair to include him in this listing i feel because no one even stands a chance lmao

favourite side character:

tiwson!!!! and literally every mark pakin character skskskks

favourite scene:

it's like suddenly every show ever vanished from my mind but like every time tan acted a little cheekily with dr. bun, it was a good scene lmao ALSO this scene below y'all it was a moment (I'm so sad tul decided to leave full time acting 😓)

favourite line:

lives were changed when pran told off his mom and said:

most anticipated bl and why:

yeah no I don't think any explanation is required for this one

healthiest relationship in a bl:

WinTops from Ingredients the Series! nobody did it better than them!

most toxic relationship in a bl:

there are a LOT. i didn't like how any of the pairings in LITA came about. or the second season mess that is IPYTM. and there are some obvious ones like TharnType.

guilty pleasure series:

my guilty pleasure shows are those which i can play easily without having to open my laptop or mobile aka YouTube/Netflix so (Still) 2gether lmao

bonus! most underrated series:

there are a lot, but i feel like we don't talk about the campy masterpiece that was YYY! like I don't remember a single plot point of the show but it altered my brain chemistry forever. also lay talay my beloved

this was the most difficult list i have made in forever thank you for tagging me mel i had so much fun 😭

tagging: @dribs-and-drabbles @grapejuicegay @i-got-the-feels @casualavocados @mantrisanu @morkofday @jyuubin @bellepark and everyone whose gifs i used here (no pressure 💘)

[badsalmonella]

pls post your thoughts on camelot!

Hihihi!!! Sorry this has been sitting in my ask for a bit I've been trying to find the time and energy to put down my thoughts!

The general overview is, I think I definitely see the faults people had with it, I think the book is hard to fix and even with the changes there are certain beats they HAVE to hit because of the music, but I also think it has so many gems and this show is so well acted like I find the good far out weighs the bad for me. It's just really engaging grand theater to meee it can be so silly and fun but also really hit with these very earnest moments 🥺, also considering all the drama and tragedy it is surprISINGLY HILARIOUS!! I was giggling so much in act 1. Like RIP to the person sitting next to me who had to see me grip my face and GASP every time something wild happened lmaooo. GOD JUST AHHHHHH SOME OF THOSE MOMENTS WENT SO HARD!!!! Here I'll try my best to narrow some down jk I did a horrible job at narrowing down

- AH that imagery of the single tree in the snow at the very top of the show. Lovely.

-the entire scene with the wedding gone wrong is just soo good and like a mini show on its own with its own little arc. I was so charmed by Phillipa and Andrew's chemistry fr fr so good! I could probably fill a whole post with just moments from this bit!

-When Guinevere is below the right side of the stage (I was sitting to the left)and when she hears the knights refer to him as King her head just slooooooooowly pops into view like 👁️👁️

-Genny: WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME YOU WERE KING?!?!?

Arthur: after I sang abt the weather.

-King Arthur post Merlin death 🥺🥺🥺🥺😭

-ok but the little orchestra nod to Follow Me during Merlin's death. Thank you. They did that for me. It's not much but I appreciate it.

-"I gotta pace to think. I gotta be doing something. Merlin told me something but I got distracted and forgot" bestie you can fit SO much ADHD IN THIS KING.

- C'est Moi entrance was a slay

. 10/10 would let that armor burn my retinas again 👌🏼

-"I deserve. Your harshest. punISHHHHHHHMEEEEEEENNNTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!"

Lancelot, bestie there is something so wrong with you I'm obsessed.

- Genny (To Lance): ...And do you think you've perfected your soul??

- The Lusty Month of May, also a SLAY she is SO hot! I'm sorry but Guinevere is at her most wild and unhinged she is doing shit that had me going BANANAS when she puts on that pink dress, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

-after Lusty Month of May the knights were chatting but I became deeeeeply focused on ensemble member Matias trying trying to balance a mug on his forehead. At first one person was watching, then two, then eventually Guinevere joined in. Like gjdhks I kept giggling.

Arthur(also to Lance): pleasesayno 👀👀👀👀👀👀

-TAKE ME TO THE FAIR. WAS SO FUCKING FUN. I WAS DOING EVIL GOOFY LITTLE GIGGLES THE WHOLE TIME. GENNY IS THE ONLY ONE ALLOWED TO BULLY LANCELOT ON THIS BLOG. AND THAT'S BECAUSE I THINK THIS IS A DEEPLY FUCKED UP FORM OF FOREPLAY FOR HER.

-Genny: ~SIIIIIRRRRRR LIIIIIONNNEELLLLL~~~ 😏😏😩😩😩💦💦💦

Lionel: Ma'am. 😐

Genny: u g h 🙄

-I COULD MAKE A WHOLE POST ABT THIS ONE TOO LIKE SOSOSOSO FUNNY.

-Guinevere kept having mini moments of chemistry with like the ensemble member played by Holly Gould, and like I THOUGHT MAYBE I WAS CRAZY, but at the end of act 1 my friend also turned to me and was like "yo what is GOING ONNNN with those two??? 👀👀👀👀" Gjhdskgsbsvs a bi icon. 🩷💜💙

- ANYWAYS Not Pelly AND Genny rooting for the Lancelot downfall!!! Gjsgdgdgs

-ok but the moment when Lance finds the pages that Genny specifically drafted....bestie you could see the proposition baking in HIS brain.

-"So weird Genny when you don't like most people you're still civil with them what's going on hereee???" 👀👀👀 What IS going on here???

- Arthur: Will you stop this?

Genny: If the King commands it....

👁️👁️🔥🔥 oK. THEY WERE INSANE FOR THAT ONE. NOT THE LOOK THEY SHOT EACH OTHER. anyways bully them both. I support it.

- THE SWORD FIGHTING WAS LIKE ACTUALLY SO GOOD OMG. WE LOVE FIGHT CHOREO

- okokokok but when one of the knights pushed down Lancelot's squire and he shot that knight the DEADLIEST GLARE and tHEN HE PUSHED THE KNIGHT DOWN AT THE END OF THEIR FIGHT. 🔥👌🏼🤌🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 letSSSSS GOOOOO!!!

-WHEN KING ARTHUR GOT INTO THE FIGHT AND TWIRLED OUT TWO SWORDS HALF WAY THROUGH?!?!!!!! AND THEN LANCE LIKE STRAIGHT UP ON STAGE CAUGHT HIS SECOND SWORD??? BEING TOSSEDDDD OVER TO HIM??!!!!!! LIKE I CANNOT STRESS ENOUGH HOW COOL THIS WAS???????

-Arthur(whispering desperately in Lancelot's ear mid fight) : HEY NO HARD FEELINGS THIS IS JUST FOR MORALE

Fhhdjshdjsh

- ARTHUR STOPPING THE FIGHT TO ASK LANCELOT ABOUT BAGUETTES ?!??? THEY ARE LITERALLYYYY MY BLORBOOOSSS!!!!

-KING ARTHUR GETS KNOCKED OUT CUZ HE SAW HIS FAVOURITE BIRD AND GOT DISTRACTED. I AM NOT JOKING.

-anyways scene where he gets "resurrected" was the moment. It was amazing. Everything was silent. The spotlight was ON. I LOVED IT.

- RIP that Lance Genny gaze tho 💀💀💀 RIGHT in front of Arthur's salad.

- Lancelot: this might be our only moment alone together I have to tell you---

Genny: DON'T.

OoOooOOoOOOoO the way I am RIPPING OUT MY SEAT CUSHION.

-Before I Gaze At You Again, my beloved. My underrated moment 💖💖

-WHEN KING ARTHUR TURNED HIS BACK TO THE AUDIENCE. AND DRAMATICALLY THREW HIS CAPE ON THE THRONE. THEN SAID "propositionnn....." THE WAY I WENT DEAD SILENT. THE WAY I HELD MY BREATH. HE WAS LIKE I AM OOOVERRRRRE THIS LOVE TRIANGLE SHIT. HE DID NOTTTT COME TO PLAY. WHERE THE F U C K WAS ANDREW BURNAP'S TONY NOM????

-Anyways hot girls know the Act 1 monologue is fire. It's MY Coachella. Zero regrets for screaming and clapping for that one.

- OK NOT ACT 2 OPENING WITH LANCELOT SINGING IN FRENCH AND GUINEVERE BEING SOOOOO OVER IT.

-Anyways If Ever I Would Leave You immaculate. Amazing. Spectacular. The best. Wow. Shout out to that woman in front of me who turned to her family and whispered " I know this one...."

-THE ALMOST HAND TOUCH oWuGh . 😩

- *Dramatic Mordred reveal*"I GUESS THE CHAINS OF WEDLOCK ARE SO HEAVY YOU NEED THREE PEOPLE TO CARRY IT" if it were up to me....that would be an applause moment.

- WHAT DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO WHST DO THE SIMPLE FOLK DO OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MYGOD.

-first of all leading with calling Henny your business partner ARTHUR BUDDY WHAT ARE YOU ACTUALLY DOING?????

-Andrew Burnap literally RAMPED UP the teary eyes when he told Genny like "I know you get sad. Don't you ever want someone to talk to???" HE CHOSE VIOLENCE. ON ME.

-AND LIKE I WAS ON THE SIDE I HAD PERFECT VIEW OF PHILLIPA'S FACE. IT WAS SOSOSOSOSO HEART BREAKING

-AND LIKE THEY WEREN'T EVEN LOOKING AT EACH OFHER!!!!! THEY COULDN'T EVEN SEE HOW EMOTIONAL THEY BOTH GOT IN THAT MOMENT!!!!!! I AM SHOOTING MYSELF INTO SPACE. MOMENTS LIKE THIS ARE WHY I LIIIIIIIIVE FOR SHOW IN THE VIV BEAUMONT LIKE OH MY GOOOODDDD. THE LOVE IS THERE!!!!! THEY JUST CAN'T SEEEEE IT!!!!!!!!!!

-anyways their dance was so sweet. So playful. So lovely.

-When I heard his "Genny..." On the album I thought he was tired. Like "genny...plz no more verses of this song... 😮‍💨" BUT I WAS WRONG! THE FULL CONTEXT IS HIM JUST OPENLY HAVING A MOMENT OF PURE LOVE AND ENDEARMENT FOR GENNY. I'M

-MORDRED . WAITING IN THE BACK. FOR THINGS TO START GOING WELL ....BUT NOT TOO WELL BEFORE REVEALING THAT ARTHUR FINALLY GOT A LETTER FROM MORGAN LE FAY!!!!!!

-aND THEN DROPPING THAT LANCELOT IS GUARDING THE QUEEN THAT NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!

-OWUGHGOWUGHEOUWGEOWUGEGW NOT ARTHUR'S LONG PAUSE THEN "Ok......oK. OK. ok. This is fine. " Gjjdhdjshshsj

- FIE ON GOODNESS. WOW. WAS NOT EXPECTING THIS TO BE THE STAGING STAND OUT MOMENT BUT GODDAMN. IT'S AMAZING HOW THEY BUILD ON TENSION AND INTERWEAVE ALL THOSE SCENES. IT'S ALL HAPPENING IN THIS SCENE.

-The scene with Lance and Genny. Oh. MY LORD. The confession and moment where he finally admits he can't surpass being a human man. How that is the moment that I think Guinevere like is really really like "ohhh we about to do something stuff tonight" HE WAS GOING TO LEAVE after his shift gjdhhsh BUT THEN STARTED WHIPPING OUT THE FRNECH LOVE CONFESSIONS LIKE??!?!!!!! HE WAS INSANE FOR THAT ONE!!! LITERALLY. WHERE WAS THAT WHORE BEHAVIOR IN THE BIBLE???? "I SERVE GOD AND KING ARTHUR FIRST 😔" AND THEN HE PULLED THAT MOVE!!!! 🥴🥴🥴 I'M YELLING

-even though I like knew that was gonna happen. Like WHY DID THEIR KISS MAKE ME GASP?! Gjhdjshs THEY DID IT!!! THEY HAD SO MUCH TENSION. A R G H . anyways............. I'm gonna be respectful and not comment on the ressst of that scene 👀

- SCOTLAND. 🔥

-Anyways Morgan's scene is SO brief but like DAMN. She makes an impression. She is sO COOL. I'd actually kill for a cool fanfic about her and past with Arthur. When she said something about 'I can't wait for them to make all these scientific discoveries but like things won't change with humanity and I'd like to see your face when you make that realization ' (I'm so sososo so sorry that was AWFUL paraphrasing but like IT SLAMMED. AND AGAIN. ARTHUR WAS FACING OUR SIDE OF THE STAGE. HIS EXPRESSION. OHHHH BABYYYY)

-I LOVED YOU ONCE IN SILENCE WAS SUUUCHHHHHH A SCENE OH MY GOD. AND LIKE THEY CUT THE SONG SHORT???? WHY THE SCENE WAS SOSOSOSOS GOOD????

-Poor Lancelot tho. Rejected after it all. Like truly. Bestie. I'm sorry. This narrative hates you. Maybe you'll get nice things in my fanfiction 😔 his FAAAACEEE!!!!

-ANYWAYS WE NEEEED TO TALK ABOUT HOW LANCELOT DU LAC SLAPPED THE SHIT OUT OF MORDRED. LIKE TRULY LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR'D THAT CHILD WITH A BACKHAND. I GAGGED. IT WAS SOSOSOSO FUNNY I'M SORRY.

-Im not going to lie if there is one bad thing I will say, it is that I am SO disappointed with how Guenevere was staged. Like There is SO much going on in that song, but not much going on onstage. And with how well they did Fie On Goodness like I was low key gooped with how weak the staging for Guenevere was sorry.

-Anyways when Pelly says "I know I'm an old man and I know I'm ridiculous" like I 🥺🥺🥺🥺"BUT IT'S GENNY" like then he folded over and started crying like oh my god 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺noooooo

- if you made it this far congratz there's still so much more because oh my god that last scene

- The deep sadness that just hangs over these scenes oh my goD.

- The the the the the the 🥺🥺🥺 the way Lancelot and Arthur have to bitterly come to terms that they are now warring enemies and they can't guarantee either's protection, and they know they'll have to kill each other's men like 💔

- NOT GENNY'S HORNY ASS GETTING SENT TO A CONVENT. SHE ONLY we can only hope GOT ONE CHANCE TO CUM AFTER ALL THAT??!?!!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE HER A NUN!!! NOOOOOOO!!!

-Anyways THE I ALWAYS LOVED YOU SCENE COMES WITH TOO MANY BANGER QUOTES I DON'T THINK I CAN GET THEM ALL.

Arthur: For what it's worth I've always loved you

Genny: 😤 FOR. WHAT. IT'S. WORTH????

(Valid girl)

-But then.... I loved you too when you sang that sssssssstupid song about the weather 🥺🥺🥺🥺💔💔💔💖💖💖

-THE HUG. THAT HUG WAS SO HEART BREAKING. THAT WAS A GOOD FUCKINGGF HUG.

-not YOU NEED TO LEAVE I CAN'T LET LANCE SAVE YOU TWICE. 🥺

-AND THEN RUNNING IN FOR THAT FINAL KISS THANK FUCKING GODDDDD!!!!!!

-But then Arthur sitting in defeat with his sad floppy bangs after :((( THEN LIGHTING UP WHEN THE KID MENTIONS THE ROUND TABLE OH 🥺💖

-GREAT FUCKING SHOW. I LOVE IT THROUGH IT ALL. IT WAS BI4BI4BI. HIT THE SHOWERS BESTIESSSS!!!!

[random-jot]

Top 15 Current Favourite Movies Tag

Tagged by @smalltownfae !!! Thank you 😸

Fair warning, this is gonna be a long’un, but here we go, starting with the top spot:

1. Jurassic Park

Dinosaur kid gang rise up! Everything about this movie is so good, as a kid I loved it because big dinosaurs make brain go brrr, growing up I grew to appreciate the direction, the cast, the storytelling element of it, the character arc of Alan Grant learning to accept the responsibilities of being a parent, with commentary on the dangers of abusing scientific progress and trying to subdue nature oh my god this movie is good. No wasted space in this movie as well, every single scene adds something, some other layer to it. God, remember when the Jurassic movies were actually about something? This movie absolutely rules.

2. The Lord Of The Rings: The Fellowship Of The Ring

You do not have to follow me for a long time before realising I FUCKING LOVE Lord Of The Rings, I grew up with these movies and rewatching them - especially this one - feels like coming home. The attention to detail, the care taken in adapting Tolkien’s work, the cast, the insanely-good-for-the-time special effects (I’m talking about the Balrog sequence, not so much the Elrond’s floating head bit) the goddamn score? Howard Shore went off. These movies will always hold a special place in my heart. Buckle in, ‘cause you might’ve guessed what the next two are gonna be.

3. The Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers

What can I say here that I didn’t say above? Well, I love the new characters we get; Treebeard, Faramir, Éomer and Éowyn, et al. The way this movie takes time to really demonstrate the impact of Saruman’s warmongering and devastation; the Two Towers is a war movie disguised as a fantasy movie. I adore the further development of Merry and Pippin’s character arcs, forcing the two seemingly most dependable members of the Fellowship into a situation where they have to fend for themselves, allowing them both to grow. Helms Deep. Just, all of Helms Deep. And of course the absolutely incredible performance of Andy Serkis as Gollum/Sméagol is just the cherry on top of it all.

4. The Lord Of The Rings: The Return Of The King

C’mon, you knew this was coming. This is one of the earliest movies I really vividly remember seeing in cinemas, feeling the sheer excitement of it all as the New Line Cinema logo fades in. The emotional payoffs in this movie are second to none. “I can’t carry it for you, but I can carry you” “Are you going to leave me? No Merry, I’m going to look after you” “I am no man” “My friends, you bow to no-one” “I will not say do not weep for not all tears are an evil.” Pippin’s growth as a character is incredible and not talked about enough, and the way that Frodo returns after the war but knows he is so fundamentally changed and traumatised by his experience that he can never truly return to the life he once had and aaaaaaaaaa i just really fucking love Lord Of The Rings!

5. Spider-Man (2002)

“I had a father. And his name was Ben Parker.” It’s more than just nostalgia goggles on this one; was Tobey a bit too old to play a high-schooler? Yes. Did Raimi take some artistic liberties with the source material? Sure. But do Tobey and Kirsten have amazing on-screen chemistry? Yes! Does this movie accurately reflect what Spider-Man is all about at its core? One hundred percent!

6. Spider-Man 2

It’s often said that the sequel is always worse that the original - this movie may just be an exception to that rule. It further develops all the characters in a really compelling way, especially in the bubbling conflict between Peter and Harry, but perhaps the most outstanding feature of this one is Alfred Molina’s turn as the villainous Doctor Otto Octavius. The tragic downfall of Dock Ock is one the most compelling parts of this movie, culminating in one of the greatest superhero fight scenes ever put to screen; that being the train scene. I won’t delve too deeply into behind the scenes drama, but it is something of a minor miracle that this movie was even good, let alone great, but here it stands: an iconic piece of superhero cinema.

7. Rat Race

“My grandfather used to say good things take time; great things happen all at once.” A change of pace here, no superhero’s or sci-fi antics, this is a balls-to-the-wall feel good comedy with an absolutely star-studded cast; John Cleese, Rowan Atkinson, Whoopie Goldberg, to name a few. I’ve never put on this movie and had a bad time, in fact no matter how many times I watch it is always elicits a good few laugh out loud moments that never lose their impact.

8. Kingsman: The Secret Service

This is one of few movies, in fact perhaps the only movie, that I walked out of after seeing the first time and thought, nay, knew ‘this is one of my favourite movies of all time’ and that sentiment has stayed true to this day. The church scene is of course amazing, but the movie is so much more than just that. This movie is a masterclass in keeping tension, a loving homage to the spy movies of old with an infectious new directing style and impeccable choreography, with both a licensed soundtrack and an original soundtrack that elevate the entire experience. I was on the edge of my seat the entire time I saw this for the first time, it’s got action, laughs, gadgets, style and substance in spades. It’s just a shame that the sequels did away with the substance part of that equation. I also maintain that this is the best James Bond movie ever made.

9. The Faculty

A more obscure cult movie, though surprisingly star-studded. This is the sci-fi horror counterpart to Scream, kicking off strong as it opens with The Offspring’s ‘The Kids Aren’t Alright’ and shortly introducing us to Casey, played by a pre-LOTR Elijah Wood no less! An unlikely group of teens team up to prevent alien parasites taking over their school and it is a gory and glorious rollercoaster ride of insanity. Like with Rat Race, I have never put this movie on and had a bad time.

10. Hot Fuzz

Absolute banger of a film. The jokes, the cast, the directing, this is undoubtedly the pinnacle of the Cornetto Trilogy, as well as being a Hoffman masterclass in foreshadowing. Edgar Wright’s unique directing style combined with the unstoppable chemistry of Pegg and Frost in the lead roles and boom! An iconic piece of British filmmaking.

11. Back To The Future

Speaking of excellent scripts, I think BTTF has one of the most tightly written screenplay’s in Hollywood, which is no mean feat for a time travel movie. Alan Silvestri’s score for the movie is fantastic, it is funny, it is tense, it is original, it’s just good.

12. Die Hard

I had heard much about Die Hard before ever watching it, and I had thought to myself ‘surely it can’t live up to the hype.’ Boy howdy, was I wrong. There is a reason this is remembered as one of the greatest action movies of all time; John McClane is a sympathetic and charismatic protagonist, but Alan Rickman’s performance as the villainous Hans Gruber is what really kicks this movie up a notch. An action movie with tension and real stakes, that doesn’t forget to still have heart and emotional stakes as well as physical ones. Die Hard is great. Also yes it is a Christmas movie.

13. The World’s End

Another one from the Cornetto Trilogy, and certainly the most underrated of the three. To be fair, it had big shoes to fill, but this is the one I find myself coming back to over and over. It is insanely funny, like it’s predecessors, has brilliant foreshadowing, like it’s predecessors, but where this movie truly excels is in the complexity of its characters. Watching this movie not as a comedy but as a character study of Gary King is where you’ll get the most out of it, watching the desperation of a man who is at his world’s end, desperately trying to cling to the past, to the last time he ever felt truly happy. The movie really takes on a whole new level when you realise that even before the alien robots attack, Gary never had any intention of surviving this night. The weaving of comedy and tragedy here is done to perfection.

14. The Truman Show

Speaking of tragedy, here is a movie that has aged like a fine wine, accidentally predicting many of the flaws and insidious aspects of Reality TV, which would rise to prominence in the following years. Your heart breaks for Truman as he comes to realise that his entire world, even down to his own friends and family, is completely fake, a facade constructed by someone else for the voyeuristic entertainment of others. This movie showcases Jim Carrey is so much more than a wacky comedic actor, but has the chops to pull off some incredibly dramatic and serious acting. This movie is excellent, and it inspired the music video for ‘If The World Was To End’ by Lower Than Atlantis, which is a fun bonus.

15. American Pie 2

Perhaps incongruous compared to my other choices on this list, but I’ll always have a nostalgic sweet spot for this movie - watching this series was a right of passage when I was growing up, and of all of them the second one was always the most feel-good, not to mention the banging soundtrack. It’s just a silly, funny movie that really makes you want to hang out in the summer with your friends. Another simple comfort/feel-good movie.

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[dramashii]

CW: Unchained Love

I’m always craving to watch a costume drama. So, when I heard Unchained Love, a historical Cdrama was going to air before this year ends, I knew I needed to check it out. 

I have watched the first 10 episodes and so far, I can say that this is built like a typical historical romance Chinese drama.

We have a male lead with a broken past and his entire existence revolved on getting revenge. Then he meets a woman that completely changes his world. This said lady is happy-go-lucky, a contrast to his dark and brooding personality. They will fall in love against both their better judgments, and will probably go through many trials because of it. This is a show we’ve seen before. 

Typically, watching shows like this requires a person to turn off the logical part of his/her brain because of its many irrational scenes. This drama is no different. There were times where I had to scratch my head because of the actions of some characters. There were also some inconsistencies.

I will be honest, I didn’t expect that there would be this much comedic undertone in the drama. When I watched the trailer a few months ago, I thought this was going to be more serious. Definitely was caught off-guard since my expectations going in the drama were different.

Production wise, it isn't bad.

Regardless of my criticisms of the show especially with the writing, I will say that Dylan Wang matches playing mean and audacious characters. He plays another anti-hero here, but I don’t care. He does these heinous things so well. This is probably the saving grace for me of the show. 

I don’t really like the main female lead’s character. She’s portrayed as this smart woman but really, she’s nothing special.  The acting doesn't help my opinion with the character either.

I don’t like it when the main couple falls in love for no reason. Usually, I don’t think too hard about it, but when there’s not much that’s entertaining in the show, I will start to nitpick on everything. I don’t feel the chemistry between the leads. I’m still in episode 10 so maybe they will be able to make me change my mind. 

Since this show is going to air for 17 days straight (not much waiting time for me); I just recently renewed my subscription for iQiyi, and I’m in a month-long vacation from school, I’ll probably stick around to see how this goes. Hopefully, the writing won’t go to a point where clicking the next episode will be torture. 

[dndllgrc]

Love, Death and Robots Jibaro episode had me reflect alot about my past toxic relationship. It is seen here that the Siren took more liking to the Knight, and the latter taking his time to snatch the gold from her body

Imho most toxic relationships are built on an imbalanced foundation, where one party is clearly more infatuated than the other. For the Siren, she must have been taken aback by how different this Knight is compared to other humans.

Maybe she represents a girl who's been known to call for attention. All her life, she must have been misunderstood as untame. It perplexed her to finally meet one person not easily fazed by her misdemeanors. The Siren's screams are death to all those who hear them. It baffles her that one person, for the first time, didn't. She must have thought he was different from others but, in reality, he was just deaf--or to put it in a literal sense, he didn't care.

The Knight took advantage of her infatuation. Like any human garbage, he took what wasn't his and discarded his crime as if she was nothing.

The scene where he reciprocates by kissing her back hits too close to home.

She was, to him atleast, enough to be kissed and held but not enough to be loved and cared for.

The Knight undoubtedly admired the Siren to some extent. It was just not to the same extent that it would match the Siren's.

It has been awhile since I've come to terms with the fact that my ex-boyfriend, my first love, the one whom I was willing to die for (literally), just didn't like me that much. It gave me closure. It gave me peace. He might have loved me, sure, but I am certain that he didn't like me.

I had punished myself for not knowing any better and took all the blame on my shoulders for what happened to me.

In likeness to the Siren after she was robbed of her gold, all that was left of me after the break up was my screams. My "rotten" behavior of confronting people, not caring what others' think as long as I get to express my thoughts without filtering, and always wanting to be even.

That's when I understood that he was no different from the people who found me difficult to deal with. He was just deaf. As soon as he started hearing, he fell to his knees and did not hesitate to cast me down like all the others before him.

In a way, this revelation provided me comfort to learn that I did not lose a good man. The only losses on my end were my innocence, my body, and my youth. I complied to his demands because I was too busy being infatuated.

The Siren ended up killing the Knight in the end, proving her power could never be robbed. In the same time, she had fully embraced the role of a villain if one views the tragedy as her own undoing. Had she never approached the Knight, the both of them had been spared? Wrong.

Had the Knight spared her and did not take advantage of her infatuation, the both of them should have been alright, alive and whole.

The days of blaming and punishing myself had passed.

My intentions to him were pure. Even with the presence of guilt for Hannah, my love for him was pure. I did love him with my all, gave my all, hoped for the best.

It was him who had a rotten intention.

He wanted to get rid of his virginity, keep getting pleasures from someone he doesn't need to marry, and use me to confront the women he got tired of because he was too cowardly to do the rejection himself.

We wouldn't be in so much pain if he had the decency and humanity to not use my infatuation for his selfish gains.

I had stopped regretting the emotional damages I put him through, he was unapologetic since day 1 anyway.

I stopped believing in the notion that one should be the bigger person. I find peace knowing I did him more damage than he did me.

He may have painted me evil and bruised my reputation. He may have delayed my graduation and almost ruined my education.

But I did much worse. I changed his brain chemistry.

He is no longer the same person who only dates women of a certain type. He hooks up with the kind of women he used to disgust and make fun of.

I made irreparable damage to his ego, his overall self image, and self worth.

All of this I have done knowing I had little influence on him. Over the course of our on and off 8 year relationship, my influence on helping him become a better person was little to nothing. Thus, ensuring that the history will repeat. Different women, same ending.

I can recover and heal.

I hope he can recover and heal. But I doubt he would.

[pinkarachnia]

Lesbian Anime Review #6 - Magical Revolution Girl whatever it's called

Everybody wants to be Utena. Stay tuned for my Witch of Mercury review.

The last episode of this aired last night and I had been watching throughout the season since as far as I know, this is the only lesbian-centric show from Winter 2023 and my quest to watch every lesbian anime is eternal and undying.

This is a light novel adaption about someone who got isekai reincarnated into a fantasy world and now they're a princess but they can also fight better than everyone and they're a genius magic item inventor who lives in a palace with a hot maid and everybody loves them except for the fantasy nobility I guess. Fucking hell I hate anime.

It's the least relevant bit of criticism for my review but I do need to complain briefly about the title. It's got one of those very long light novel titles that I feel like my brain pushes away like it's a magnet with the same polarity. I feel a similar repulsion to pretty much all the themes I described in the synopsis above, but I guess what I'm trying to convey is that this show is laden with tropes and I really don't care for any of them.

So the actual plot of this show is more about the two main characters trying to change the status quo of the whole sociopolitical landscape of this fantasy world. They establish through some excruciating expository dialogue that there's some kind of democratic monarchy situation where there's an elected prime minister and also a royal family, but it also seems like the PM is also from some kind of nobility, so I don't know whether they've got a true democracy? Either way, for some reason that I assume is religious, all the old nobles really care about the monarch of the era having magic. Every noble person is supposed to be able to use magic in this world, and that's what separates them from the lower class.

The protagonist's only "flaw" is that she can't use magic, and boy do they belabour the point on this one. I cannot embellish enough how little I care that a person born into such a position of privilege is soooo sad because she can't shoot fireballs in addition to being a princess and an adventurer and a magic item inventor even though they establish pretty early and constantly remind you that magic items are considered heresy in this country.

Long story short, protagonist girl takes in girl 2 as an assistant after her little brother, the prince, publicly calls off his betrothal to girl 2 because they have zero chemistry. Girl 2 is crazy good at magic and is the PM's daughter so protagonist leans on her reputation with the wizard catholics to start putting forth the idea that magic items are cool actually and might bridge the class divide. Then the girls are a bit gay.

I would say that the show is well drawn pretty consistently. The artists at Diomedéa have done a good job there. The characters on screen look nice. The issue I have with the presentation is with the animation and the cinematography. These episodes were BARELY animated. Save for a couple of scenes involving combat, almost every episode is just characters talking to each other. If you really love 45 degree angle shots of characters talking back and forth for 20 minutes about magic theory then this show might be for you. There are maybe 4 total instances of combat scenes I can recall from the 12 episodes and those are the only ones that really animated people. They do not move during dialogue, expect nothing but mouths and blinking.

I don't think that's a great excuse either; did you watch Joshiraku? (Full disclosure, the writer has some nationalist stuff going on so keep that in mind if you choose to engage.) I often think of the bit from the first episode where they do the "they're working so hard to animate us" joke.

Yeah, that bit! Cheers, thotticus-binch. Now obviously the whole show doesn't look like this, but this is where the cinematography part becomes relevant. Dialogue scenes do not have to look boring! You can use camera and lighting and draw your characters from different angles and in different poses to make the scene look more interesting and Revolution Dykes does not do this. My partner was watching this with me for a while but eventually they gave up on it because they just got bored. Shows that are 90% dialogue shouldn't be this boring. Sincerely, a Bakemonogatari enjoyer.

The biggest question I'm left with after this show was: did they have to do any of the isekai shit? I was thinking to myself throughout the viewing experience that if they changed the setting and made the girls employees in Government departments and protagonist hires girl 2 as her executive assistant after she gets fired for some scandal, and then she has to take down the CEO after outing him for corruption and then she's offered the promotion to CEO, but she doesn't want to because her current role leaves her with enough freedom to pursue her actual goal which is writing up a proposal for some new legislation (could have been gay rights) but she feels obligated to fill the power vacuum and then her EA could step up but they need to convince the board that she's capable even though they're against it because of the scandal. I would have loved that show. The fantasy setting made this worse and the magic theory stuff was not interesting at all.

I've been criticising the dialogue a lot here but I want to give a shoutout to Sayaka Senbongi's performance as the main character. I thought she did a great job and honestly carried a lot of the less engaging scenes with her energy. It was less enjoyable in the last few episodes where she was depressed most of the time, but that's not on Sayaka. The protagonist is written in a way that seems inconsistent until some exposition in the last episode that kind of helps to explain her actions. At that point though I can't unwatch the previous 3 episodes where her decisions didn't make sense to me.

I think an issue I had with this is that it doesn't feel like there's any one plotline that's relevant for the whole show. I'm making an assumption here, but I think the light novel format is hurting it here.

I'm going to go into spoiler territory after this, so fair warning, don't keep reading if you were going to watch this yourself. At this point in the review I don't know why you'd still want to unless you're like me and you have to watch every yuri show, but I'll give a preemptive review score here.

It gets a 6.5/10 for being very mediocre but yes it's actually gay.

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Alright so the plot, how do I even describe this. I guess you could say it moves forward in arcs, but those arcs would be pretty short. They go through the prince/girl 2 breakup drama into a dragon attack plot, then the protagonist gets into magic stones and puts the dragon stone in her body, then there's a plot where the prince's girlfriend is actually a vampire, then the prince goes evil and steals her vampire magic, then the protagonist beats up her brother and he goes to jail or something, so she's now got to be next in line for the throne, then girl 2 is aware that protagonist is unhappy about that because it means she can't do magic item inventing, then they introduce this idea of some spirit contract thing that makes you immortal and eligible to be the monarch but it also messes up your memory and girl 2 is like "I'll just do that thing so protagonist doesn't have to be queen" and then they fight over it and girl 2 wins the fight so she just goes ahead and does the spirit contract thing anyway and protagonist explains that she's been acting weird because this is an isekai reincarnation situation for her and she has imposter syndrome about replacing this fantasy princess because she's got these memories of another life which is ACTUALLY INTERESTING but they didn't bring it up until the last episode but it's okay because they kiss at the end. Maybe they even fuck at the end, that's ambiguous but it seems likely. Good for them!!

Honestly that's the kind of thing that really saved the show for me. It's not enough to elevate it to any of the higher review score numbers in my books, but it keeps it above a 5, where before episode 12 I was ready for this to be more of a 4.5.

I was hoping this show would be enough to tide me over while I wait out the Winter 2023 season and ultimately I think it was disappointing, but there was some lesbian content in the last few episodes so I think it still delivered on its core premise enough for me.

Next season though.

Second half of Witch of Mercury

That one about the gay cafe (I have low expectations)

BIRDIE WING SEASON 2 BABYYYYYY

It's a good time to be a lesbian anime watcher. Just maybe give this one a miss unless you're desperate.

And I said it earlier but to keep it consistent with my other reviews I'm going to reiterate that I'm giving this one a 6.5/10.

[pvarker]

one way or another [2]

masterlist • about me • general guidelines

series summary: peter parker and y/n stark: chemistry partners, superhero team, and avid rivals. but as oscorp rises, there's no choice but to work with each other. watch as they collide, and react with each other and find out if the neutralize or combust.

[prologue] [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

tags: enemies to lovers/rivals to lovers, stark!reader, avenger!reader, slow burn, college!peter x college!reader, they both hate each other [or do they?], fluff, sexual tension, light angst, no blip (aka everyone lives), no nwh bc pain.

word count: 7k words

a/n: alright! this chapter is certainly a long one, it's literally 7k. it look me so long to write because i had so many scenes i needed to have in this chapter so i can have the next chapter be on pace and honestly it seems like this is going to be at least 10 chapters long (probably not more though). i've been managing my college work on top of this and yeah it's a lot lmao. sorry if it has any typos, im pretty sleep deprived! anyways, sorry for the rambling, please enjoy!

The two of you marched out of the conference room in the compound side by side. The corridors were quiet, except for the beat of your footsteps and the jostling files you clutched to your side. It felt as though if you were completely still, you could hear the minute sounds of Peter’s breathing, the way his blood pumped in his veins, the echo of his heart thundering a steady beat in his chest.

This was the most time the two of you had spent together consecutively in the past two years. Peter Parker almost faded out to the back of your brain, now only sequestered to your memory. But the idea of him still lingered, almost like a ghost ever present. Yet, being in this compound almost rewired your brain instantly, the boy now overtaking the majority of your thinking power.

Maybe it was the memories of the two of you that resided within every nook and cranny of the compound, the ghosts of you two laughing and bickering. Maybe it was the proximity of him, the idea that the boy that now stood beside you had a side that you weren’t privy too. Almost like you’ve lost your title of arch-rival in his mind, in his life.

In many ways, Peter Parker hadn't changed. The shy, lanky, enthusiastic boy was still within him, and you could see it in the way his eyes lit up with innocence and eagerness. But in many ways he was different. He was much more confident, his personality bolder, almost mature. His stance had widened, almost like he was no longer afraid to take up space like he used to be. He was less hesitant and flustered, now more direct and stern. He was much taller than you now, his presence feeling like it was towering over you. Somehow over the past 4 years, he grew up faster than you could comprehend.

And maybe it was the constant sparring and training, the rigorous battles that he went through, but his arms were stronger, closer to the body of a 20 year old than the 15 year old he'd always be to you. Everything was different, yet somehow the same, as your memory of who he was and the boy in front of you were colliding together. You scrambled to find the pieces of him that you knew, to jigsaw puzzle together the person he used to be and the person he is now.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize that the two of you were almost at your old rooms. They were placed side by side, his blue walls with silver finishes contrasting your lavender walls with bronze finishes. When he first joined the team, Nat was sure that you two would be the best of friends, especially since you always complained about everyone being too old. She, naively, asked Tony to put your rooms closer to each other.

That obviously ended up being your downfall and theirs. It could have been the teenage hormones or the fact that Peter had the capability to get under your skin like no one else. But there was always a ruckus going on. Sometimes your music was too loud for him, or Peter was yelling too much while playing video games, or that you wanted the room to be cold when he liked it to be warmer. At every chance possible the two of you would bicker, annoying both of you and whoever had the bad luck of being around to witness it.

And then there was the Saturdays.

Every Saturday morning it was like a race. Saturday morning was the only time the labs were open to use to the two of you, after you broke a couple of your father’s tools and Peter shattered glassware from his improvement plans for his webs. Tony had a very strict ‘focus on school and leave the saving to the adults’ policy that both of you ignored constantly. Still, lab time was precious, and the only time you two got to make improvements to your suits. Thus, Saturday mornings at the compound was a war ground.

The two of your would always be up from 7 am, almost like you were scoping each other out to get to the labs opening at 8. To prevent any damage to the rooms (and avoid waking up anyone living at the compound at the time) you were sequestered to the kitchens, just silently watching each other’s moves.

As soon as the time hit 7:50 am, the war began. He’d web your hand to the refrigerator door, you’d create an illusion of a fake hallway to throw him off. He’d hold the door closed for too long, and you’d charm him into thinking that the wall was an entrance. The both of you would race to the door, whoever locked the other out winning.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Peter asked, his eyes shifting to yours. You blinked up at him, not even realizing that you were staring at him for so long. Before you could formulate a response he clears his throat, his gaze flickering from the floor to the walls and then back to you, almost hesitant.

“Um, do you want to come in? Maybe we can work on some kind of plan,” his voice is almost hesitant, his fist clenching as a silence envelops the two of you.

“Sure.”

You peered into his room slightly, before stepping in fully, Peter leading the way in front of you. You looked around his room, the walls painted a soft blue. The room was less cluttered than it used to be, presumably all of his stuff is now moved into his dorm room. Still, the room held a Peter-ness that lingered. Maybe it was the smell of clean laundry, and the smattering of chemistry formulas and diagrams pinned across his walls. Or the way his old suit was haphazardly thrown on his bed, and the blankets were wrinkled yet neatly set ontop of his comforter.

There were pictures and post it notes, old tests with little doodles. There were two framed pictures on his desk, one of him with May and another of a younger him with his parents. Along the walls, there were random pictures of your father and the rest of the avengers, random pictures from school field trips and academic decathlon. Then a whole group dedicated to you, MJ and Ned. It was taken at such random moments: Ned posing with the millennium falcon, MJ and you flipping off the camera, a random still of you and Peter fighting over ice cream. All of your high school moments, hung around him and you and it was almost overwhelming.

And finally, hanging on the wall was the picture of you and him, dressed in the blue graduation gowns of Midtown High. Your shoulders were stiff and high, as his arm was around you, and Peter’s pose as stilted as yours. Both of you were holding your diplomas up, the honor cords and valedictorian stoles on both of you glinting off the sunlight. Still the two of you were grinning, despite how you both tied for valedictorian, despite how you loathed each other.

“You still have that picture hung up?” you asked, your voice going soft before you even realized. Your fingers touched the frayed edges of the photograph. It was almost worn out, even though it was only taken two years ago. The edges were flimsy and creased, the once beautiful gloss of the picture now worn down, the texture broken down like someone had traced their fingers over the photo over and over again.

He cleared his throat, looking down at his desk when you turned to look at him. Maybe it was just your mind playing tricks on you, but his cheeks were dusted with a light pink, almost like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. “May, uh, printed it for me, the last time she came to visit the towers. Something about healing past wounds and stuff.” His eyes finally met yours, his brown eyes almost boring in yours. A tense silence once again drenched the room, before you dropped your hand from the picture.

“Plus, I basically beat you anyways,” he hummed, his voice now clearer.

“0.001 of a GPA point doesn’t really count Parker. It’s why we were both Valedictorian, remember?” you scoffed, rolling your eyes. It’s astounding how quickly you two went back to sparing, almost like those quiet moments never happened.

“Don’t give me excuses, Stark. Just admit it, I beat you,” he drawled, and you could hear the smirk in his voice, the two of you back in comfortable territory.

“Only in your dreams.”

“You wish I dreamt about you.”

You opened your mouth to reply back to him, but closed it again, trying to restrain yourself before you said anything that could push the sparing into a full blown argument. You sighed, composing yourself.

“What’s our plan here,” you asked him, plopping down on his desk chair and spinning around to face him.

“I don’t know. I mean, Harry’s a typical rich kid. That’s more your forte,” Peter replied back to you, finding a seat on his bed.

“God, we’re only a couple minutes into this and I am having to restrain myself from punching you,” you gritted your teeth, your hands digging into the chair.

“Like you could even hurt me,” he said, taunting you to admit that you were no match to his super strength.

You could appreciate what he was doing, trying to bring you both back into familiar territory. It was odd, being back here after so long that you couldn’t remember how to act around him. It was easier to ignore each other’s existence at college, when you had classes and clubs and friend groups to keep you apart.

Sure, you had chemistry labs together but that was only a couple hours spend in silence, trying your best not to bicker or break anything too expensive. But being back here only forced you to confront him, and you forgot what was even considered normal behavior.

“Parker. Focus. We need a plan.” you closed your eyes, reminding yourself to breathe and remain civil.

“Look, we’ll see him at the Gala right? We can approach him, just as bored college students trying to have some fun at a boring professional party, and try to get closer to him.”

“Maybe that way we can also run into him on campus, try to get something in common with him?” you asked, biting your lip lightly as you stared into the walls, your mind racing to think of some way to connect with Harry in such a short time.

“We should read into his files more, dig deeper on his interests and see what the quickest way to get him to open up is.” Peter looked at you intently for a moment, before looking away.

“Alright, then,” you ended the conversation there, getting up from his oddly comfortable chair, trying to get out of the uncomfortable middle ground of fighting and being civil the two of you reached. The less time you spend in his presence, the faster you can get back to college and ignoring his existence.

“Y/N, quit your pampering and get down here! There’s only so late we can be to be considered ‘fashionably late’” Tony’s voice called out, muffled by your door. Quickly, you opened it, tugging on your dress slightly as you walked down the stairs.

“Like father, like daughter. You took longer than I did this time!” you reminded him, a small smirk falling across your face as you met him, his arm going around you to wrap you in a warm embrace as the two of your walked into the party.

It was the night of the Oscorp Gala, held at the Towers as a professional courtesy from Pepper and Tony. It was obviously a high class event, the room filled with some of the richest and most powerful people in the world to listen to Oscorp’s business plans and newest inventions.

Of course, to you, this was just a simple recon mission. Find Harry, get buddy buddy with him, and figure out a way to continue the sham friendship until you can get all the information you need.

You were dressed in a lavender floor length gown tonight, the dress moving like silk as it draped across your body. There were little bronze beading, climbing up from the bottom of your dress all the way up to your waist, the details giving the illusion of vines and flowers wrapped around you.

It was flattering on you, the dress neckline dipping down slightly around your chest. It was cinched around your waist, and was held up by thin straps around your shoulders, leaving your collarbones and neck exposed.

Your hair was pinned up, save for a couple tendrils that framed your face just right, all held together by a lavender clip. Still, it was neat and simple, and your wrists and neck adorned with bronze color jewelry.

You were just Tony Stark’s rich socialite daughter here, not Psyche, as your identity was hidden to the public. Still, wearing your suit’s colors was just your way of being proud, and somehow the specific shade and color combination had become your signature color.

The room was decorated specifically for the occasion, the vast room filled with men and women dressed in sleek, stylish clothes, glass flutes clinking and the muted, soulless laughter of people echoing around the room. Anyone else would note the gorgeous decor, the designer clothes, the expensive nature of such a party. But you could only feel the emptiness of the room, knowing that authenticity wasn’t something valued here, only money and politics.

It was a specific kind of empty that you’d feel, entering scenes where you were just Tony Stark’s spoiled daughter, especially knowing that people where only seeing the frivolity and none of the truth of who you were. It’s the worst part about the gig, knowing that to remain hidden and do your work as Psyche, you need to be alright with people only choosing to see the overindulgent, bratty side that you presented as. Never looking beyond it.

You were offered the pleasant, tight-lipped smiles of executives, the kind that never reached their eyes, as you made your rounds around the room. It was clear what they saw you as: a kid playing dress up, handed opportunities rather than working for them. Schooling your face into the one they wanted to see, you made your way past, scanning for Harry. Your search came up empty, so you paused as you grabbed a drink from one of the floating waiters.

Your hand went down to your side as you sighed, your eyes now carefully scanning the room to find Peter. You may not like him, but at least he’d offer you something real, real anger or hatred or frustration.

You barely had a semblance of a plan, just knowing that you have to act like you’ve been best friends with Peter from when you were 15. He’s only here as your father’s favorite intern that you met when you were roaming around your father’s lab and struck a friendship with. It’s easy enough since you have plenty of pictures putting you together from when you were 15 years old, you were just omitting the fact that you couldn’t stand each other.

“Hey,” a quiet voice startled you from your thoughts, and you turned your head to the side, only to be face to face with Peter.

He was dressed formally, wearing a dark blue suit that hugged his shoulders in a way that stole your breath. He was wearing a white shirt underneath, one that was slightly translucent and momentarily made your mind go in a direction that wasn’t meant for someone who was just your rival. His hair was gelled back, and you were struck with a sudden urge to run your hands through it and mess it up, bring it back to the curls you were familiar with. You shook the thoughts off your mind quickly, trying to hide the momentary lapse of judgement your brain had.

“Hey. Have you seen him?” you asked, your voice low to hide the slight shake in your voice.

“Not yet,” he replied, his eyes flickering to yours momentarily. It was almost like he was taking you in bit by bit, and you could feel the breath lodge in your throat. What are you doing, this is Peter, stop feeling like this.

He was holding a drink in his hand, his shoulder nearing yours as he stood next to you, looking out to the crowd of people roaming the room. To any outsider, they’d see a confident man, but you knew better. You could tell from his fidgeting hands, the way his eyes quickly flitted around the room, the way he kept nibbling on his lip that he was nervous.

“Being here unsettles you, doesn’t it?” you tiled your head curiously, your eyes narrowed slight at him. He stiffened slightly, his eyes slightly wide when it met yours but he relaxed just as quick.

“What, the fact that that guy’s watch is worth more than my whole closet combined?” he snorted, and you rolled your eyes.

“It unsettles me, and I’ve been surrounded by this since I was 7,” you told him, trying to give him a piece of you in exchange for something real from him. He took a deep breath, and you forced your eyes forward, looking towards the crowd.

“Yeah, it is weird. Five years ago, I was a broke kid from Queens, now I’m sitting, mingling with some of the world’s richest and powerful. I feel out of place and it feels like they can tell. They’re like sharks,” he answered, and you could sense how he relaxed near you, as if just saying this to you took some weight off his shoulders.

“I can understand that. You got thrown into this without much of choice,” you conceded.

“I mean, I guess. You had less of a choice than me, I could have chosen not to continue as Spiderman,” he pointed out.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, “You’d never give up being Spiderman.”

“True. But still, you were a child when you were thrown into the spotlight. At least I was a teenager.”

“This is all I’ve known,” you answered him, shrugging but firm in not wanting the conversation down this path. In a way he was right, you didn’t have a choice. You were only seven when you were taken in by Tony, your mother dying in a car accident.

You had very few, fleeting memories of her, and the life you lived before you were the Tony Stark’s daughter. You can’t miss something you never knew, but you could mourn the idea that you built of her. You attempted to create a mother for yourself in your mind, especially when you were younger, imagining how she’d react to different moments of your life. Imagining her react to your grades or becoming valedictorian. Picking out prom dresses with her, talking about boys, living a normal life.

Maybe you would have never found a use for her powers that you seemed to be born with if you grew up with her. Maybe you’d be just like Peter, someone who stumbled into this world through being a vigilante and not the daughter of an avenger.

You tried not to dwell on the thoughts, not wanting to go down a path that would never happen.

“It’s quite boring to just watch them talk about business, isn’t it,” a voice piped up near the two of you, and quickly you turned, only to be faced with Harry Osborn.

From the moment you looked at him, you could tell that he was a typical rich guy, the loose way he held his drink, the almost carelessness in his demeanor. He looked expensive in his suit, an air of confidence and belonging in him that you couldn’t see with Peter. His blonde curly hair was unruly and contrasted the rest of his polished exterior, but his bored smirk told you everything you needed to know about him.

“Glad to see that at least one person isn’t suckered into all the drivel,” you replied, smirking slightly up at him. “I presume you’re Harry Osborn?”

“The one and only. And you’re Y/N Stark, of course,” Harry answered, his voice smooth as a smirk quirked up on his face.

“Ah, so you’re aware of me then,” you responded playfully. There was a switch in demeanor, your shoulders straightening as you stepped back into the role of the spoiled rich daughter that was born with the silver spoon in her mouth.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t be aware of the one and only daughter of Tony Stark,” he said. Behind you, you could sense Peter’s shoulders stiffen slightly, as if Harry had said something wrong. You stuffed it to the corner of your mind to ponder over later, trying to focus on breaking this down until you get Harry where you need him. He finally turned to greet Peter, a hand outstretched.

“I’m Peter Parker,” he introduced himself, taking Harry’s hand, smiling politely at him. There was a different air about him now, and you could tell that the Peter talking wasn’t the one you knew.

“Ah yes, Stark Industries’ genius intern. I’ve heard father mention you,” Harry said, looking at him almost like he was sizing him up.

The conversation flowed from there, covering the all the introductory and pleasantry talk you needed to make. It was light, almost like a dance between the three of you, all of you knowing that you only wanted something out of the friendship.

“You know, we should hang out sometime on campus. Especially since out parents are such good friends, I think it’d be good to have a connection,” you said to him, trying you best to sound like the rich spoiled girl you were meant to play.

But once again, you could see Peter tighten his grip on the stem of the glass he was holding, a thinly veiled frustration that you could sense from a mile away.

“We’re having a small campfire, just a hangout next week. The two of you should join us,” Harry said, smiling as he looked between the two of you.

“Sounds like a plan,” Peter answered, a lazy smile on his face that mirrored Harry’s. There was something unsettling about it, like you could tell that it didn’t belong there, it didn’t suit him. The annoying, frustrating Peter, the nerdy, awkward Peter was your Peter. Not this character he was playing, and there was just something in it that you disliked.

Suddenly, Harry’s eyes caught something else, beyond the two of you as his interest shifted towards a woman beckoning him to meet someone.

“It was lovely meeting you but, duty calls,” he said, and without waiting for a reply, he shuffled around the two of you to meet the woman.

“Harry, dear, you must meet...” you heard the woman speak to him until the pair was far out of reach.

Despite being a short conversation, you got what you needed from him. A chance to get close, until you could get information about his father.

“We need to talk,” Peter said, interrupting your thoughts. His voice was irritated, and you knew that the odd truce you had held up until now was about to break. The two of you made your way to a small corridor, hidden from the rest of the party.

“Why are you upset? We did what we needed to do,” you asked him, confused.

“What the hell was that?” Peter asked you, his teeth gritted and his face hardened into frustration. Both his hands were placed your upper arms, his hands searing into your skin, his grip hard.

“What do you mean? What the hell is your problem, Parker?” you snapped at him, breaking your arms out of the grip. The party was still going on around you, the light clinking of drinks and the twinkling laughter surrounding you, but it almost faded into the background.

“You’re supposed to be making friends with Harry, not actually flirting with him remember?”

“Why does it matter what way I get the information? All that matters is that I get him to open up, and that’s what I’m doing,” your poked a finger to his chest harshly, the irritation bubbling over. Your mind was too busy being annoyed to even point out that you weren’t flirting with Harry, and how that’s the last thing you wanted to do. His jaw clenched at your response, almost puffing his chest as he glared down at you in silence. He takes a heavy breath, his jaw opening to spit back something at you, but you cut him off.

“At least you could try helping instead of just glaring at him or staying silent and leaving me to do most of the talking,” you lashed at him, your chest heavy and heaving with the anger and pent up frustration. It mixed with confusion as your lungs almost burned, the irritation heating you up. Why does he even care?

Suddenly, your watch buzzes, the same time as Peter’s phone. A disturbance alert. You look down at your watch, tapping on the screen as the hologram pops up.

Unusual activity near 75th and 171st. Unknown creatures detected. Immediate response needed.

The text glowed in red, as your eyes met Peter’s, a silent agreement to sideline the argument for later.

“I’ll send a message to dad, tell him that an alert came up,” you said firmly. “Go suit up.” Peter just nodded in response as he took off down the hall, trying to get down where you kept your suits and equipment.

Quickly, you pulled your phone out, typing a quick message to Tony, before following after him. As you rushed down the hall, your hands went around your wrists to take off your jewelry, as well as your earrings to speed up the process. You thanked the lord that you chose to wear simple flats rather than heels as you sprinted, picking up your dress and your pace.

Making it back to your room, you quickly stripped out, rushing to put on your suit. It was lavender in color, mixed with bronze and blue spires alongside your hips that would glow when you used your powers. Just like Peter’s, yours came with your own version of AI, LIVIA. The suit was almost skin tight, save for a small gap between your neck and your mask, the mask only covering the lower half of your face.

You swung open your door, ready to sprint out, only to run into Peter in the hall. You collided into him with an oof before you stumbled back, looking back up to meet his masked face.

“You ready?” he asked

“You waited?” you blinked at him, in shock.

“The location is a little further away. You can’t rely on your levitation to take you there. Which means we’ll have to—”

You groaned, cutting him off. “God, please don’t tell me we have to swing there.”

“We have to swing there, Stark,” he sighed, and you could swear he was rolling his eyes underneath the suit. “Come on, just hurry up,” he ran off to the balcony, giving him the area to jump off.

You stalked after him, mentally preparing for the terrifying thing that is swinging. He was stood there waiting for you, watching you walk across to him. And oddly, the thought of having to cling to him brought a flurry of nervousness to you.

You paused as you stood across from him, and as if you were just trying to make the moment go faster, you quickly put your arms around his neck. His arm snaked around your waist, and tightened you against him as your legs went up and wrapped around him.

There was a certain awkwardness to the motion that used to be there when the both of you were 16. Maybe it was the anger, the hatred or the hormones. But now, being pressed up against a 20 year old Peter, his body firmer, his stance confident has your breath short and butterflies in your stomach. In place of that awkwardness was an electricity that now existed between the two of you. It was hard to concentrate on anything except the feeling of his body against yours, and every place that you were pressed against on his body, especially the rough nature of his suit against yours.

He looked down at you, silently asking for confirmation as you nodded an affirmative, and with that, you were off into the air.

Swinging with Peter was an entirely different feeling, as he hooked a web onto a building alternating directions faster than you could process. The idea of being so far up in the air, just suspended by a web, no matter how strong, was terrifying. The way the air rushed past you, that feeling in your stomach as the swinging took you up and down with it, was exhilarating and scary. Your grip on Peter only tightened as the air rushed past you, burying your head into his warm shoulder, ignoring the feeling of comfort that overwhelmed you in the action.

“Still not a fan, huh,” Peter yelled out, and you could hear the laughter in his voice.

“Shut up and focus on not dropping us, okay, Spiderling?” you voice wavered slightly at the end, your voice slightly muffled by the air.

Suddenly, both of you fell for a moment, the feeling of free fall turning from thrilling to panic, as you shut your eyes and held onto him. Before you knew it, you were once again anchored to a building, and you could feel the stability of the web.

But you could also feel the laughter shaking through Peter’s body, and you knew he did it on purpose.

“God I hate you” you ground out, hoping that the statement didn’t make him drop the two of you again.

“Trust me, the feeling is mutual,” he quipped back, his focus back on swinging the two of you to the location.

Over your career as Psyche, you had to fight plenty of incredibly weird villains. Weird aliens, psychos with a vendetta, some guy your father angered, machines that went haywire.

But absolutely nothing could have prepared you for what you were seeing on the streets.

They were zombies.

Not literally at least, but these things seemed. Soulless. Still, the sight you were met with was unnatural. Whatever that thing was, it seemed both human yet almost decaying and glowing. They were almost walking in droves, the whole street scattered with groups of people, their skin cracked and glowing.They were human, but also not, their skin cracked and glowing.

No type of alien or machine, could compare to whatever this was. You just hoped to god the next thing you had to fight wasn’t a vampire or a werewolf.

The eyes glowed with a bright amber ring, and the same gold color was tracked all over their veins. Their skin was grey and deformed, almost peeling off in layers as the hands and feet glowed. Their eyes were gaunt, their skin dark but every vein and nerve was lit up with a gold glow. They moved in rapid steps, almost like they were teleporting from one place to another, as their hands were out reaching for something.

All around them was a trail of carnage, and destruction. They moved through physical objects like butter, destroying anything in its path. Cars were ripped into shreds, the metal in pieces, along with benches, bus stops, anything in sight. It was like they were hunting... something, but you have no idea what.

Immediately you got to work, your hands glowing bronze. Psychokinesis was one thing, but warping reality took a lot of mental concentration and the ability to run multiple illusions at once took a lot of training with Wanda to harness. Using your powers took a lot of mental strength and training, and this seemed to be your hardest challenge yet.

You split your mind into portions, almost like you were creating little pockets in your memory. Then, you attempted to conjure 5 different paths, all exactly like the street you were on, merging into one point, almost like you were trapping them like cattle. If you don’t know what they’re after, the best you can do is to corral them until you can.

It’s hard to manage all five realities at once, almost like you had to keep the simulation going in different parts of your mind long enough to trap whatever these things were. You moved forward and up, using your powers to levitate above, as you bent and rearranged the metal to corral them into falling into one of your illusions.

Still out of nowhere, roves and roves of them poured out into the street, as one group swarmed into the illusion and got trapped.

“Spidey, a little help here!” you yelled out, almost cornered by a group of glowing zombies.

“Coming!” Peter yelled out, as he swung forward, using his webs, trying to take out a couple of them with the momentum of his body. As his feet touched the ground, he was immediately met with another swarm, and instantly tried to web them down.

Yet, his eyes grew wide as he looked at the zombie, that thing tearing through the white substance as if it were yarn.

“What the fuck,” he whispered. He tried again, another drove coming up to him quickly, as his wrist shot out another web, but to no avail. The roves of zombies were moving right through the webs, his powers barely affecting them. They only kept moving towards him, surrounding him. Quickly, he shot his hand up, and shot a web up as he swung to the nearest building.

“It dissolved my webs!” Peter yelled into the coms, connecting him to you.

“What? But those things are indestructible!” you replied back, the confusion and strain lacing your voice. Peter’s web was carefully synthesized and since he started in high school, you and Peter had worked hours to make the formula nearly indestructible. The webs were at a high tensile strength, so anyone other than Peter couldn’t break it, because the formula only recognized his DNA.

“I know! I don’t know what these things are, but my webs are no match to them. I don’t understand what they’re doing, but I think they’re going after the civilians.”

As Peter said that, you had your eyes focused one one of them touching some poor guy’s skin, and instantly the infection passed. The man was almost levitating, his limbs spasming as the gold glow took over, tracking up his veins and finally into his eyes, forming into a bright gold ring.

“Spidey, go take the rest of the civilians out of the area, it’ll be easier to keep the infection constrained to this area,” you yelled out at him, not taking your mind or eyes off of the illusions you were controlling.

“No, I should be helping you, trying to corral them! It’ll move much faster that way. You won’t be able to control all of them at once, Stark.”

“Spidey if there’s any time not to argue with me, it’s now. The citizens are the priority Spidey, go clear the area!”

As quick as he jumped up, he swung down to the edges of the street, trying to corral people and lead them away from the area.

“Spidey, I’m calling for backup, there’s no way we can control all these without the adults,” you called to him, not waiting for a reply before telling your LIVIA to send your father the alert as fast as possible.

Quickly, you created a replicas of civilians, attempting to use them as bait to drive these zombies into you trap. Your head thrummed with concentration and pain as you attempted to control so many realities and objects at once, trying to keep the simulations going. Still, you were slowly trapping each rove, as they frantically rushed into your illusion and got trapped, unable to tell where the simulation started and when it ended.

There was a grasp at your neck, a searing hot pain as one of them wrapped it’s hands behind your neck. It lifted you straight up, as it strangled you, your breathing constricting as your hands flailed.

All of sudden, your body stopped responding.

You tried to scream. Your mouth wouldn’t even open, let alone a sound come out.

You tried to move your eyes. But your eyes wouldn’t obey, the pupils stuck at the same position as you were when the thing picked you up.

A panic rose from deep within you, choking you as you lost all control of you body. Your mind was still awake, almost like your brain was trying to take back control but to no avail. You were pushing every button, and trigger in your mind, trying to scream, move, plead for help.

It was like you were slowly drowning water, your limbs no longer responding to your calls. You could feel something, heavy like lead, invading the tips of your fingers and moving steadily up your body, all the way up to your forearms.

The panic mixed with a dark fear and confusion emerging in your belly and moving in your lungs as your heart raced faster and faster. The feeling choked you, panic and gripping your mind as your illusion fell apart around you. Peter, god I hope you’re somewhere nearby, please fucking help me!

Suddenly, something clung to your front, and shot you out of the thing’s grasp. Your body was flung forward where you were met with Peter’s embrace. You crumpled into him with a thud, your mind processing the pain as you were flung across, but your body almost numb to the feeling.

“I got you,” Peter murmured to you, his hands placed firmly around your middle as he fully pulled you out of that thing’s grasp and swung back up. He landed softly on top of the nearest building, setting you down gently, but you were still out of control of your body.

“Y/N? I need you to respond,” Peter said, his voice frantic and clearer as he took off his mask. His arms were still bracing around your middle, cradling your head, trying to shake you out of this corpse-like state.

I’m trying, you tried to scream out, but still nothing came out. You tried to fling yours hands and arms out, to no avail. Your eyes were still wide open, and you could still see Peter’s warm brown eyes, peering into your eyes with alarm.

“Come on, come back to me, Y/N, you can do it. I know you’re in there somewhere,” he shook your body again, trying to shock you back into a motion.

All of a sudden the glowing veins started to disappear, almost like the gold liquid was retracting back, and you gasped, getting the air back into your lungs as you sat up quickly.

You eyes were wide, the panic and fear still running through your body as your body flailed. Your vision was blurred, unable to process the chaos around you, and you were violently shaking, your body still convulsing.

You were completely out of control, and it was absolutely terrifying and incapacitating. It happened so quickly, the moment the thing’s skin made contact with yours. One moment you were in control, corralling everything in, but all your mental strength was taken away from you in an instant. In a second, you were reduced to just a regular girl, being tortured and overpowered, and it was petrifying.

“You’re okay, Y/N, you’re here with me, you’re safe. You’re fine, you’re alive,” Peter held your arms down, attempting to keep you from punching up at him as he looked into your eyes, trying to remind you of where you were. “Breathe with me okay, you’re safe, you’re fine, you’re in control,” Peter kept repeating, as you frantic breathing slowed down.

It was still a couple minutes before you looked up at him, your eyes cleared from the haze, as you took in his face. You were still in his embrace, the warmth of his body seeping into yours, reminding you that you’re in control.

Quickly, as if you body was acting on autopilot, you twisted away from his grip and stood up, running to the edge of the building to look over the street. But as if things weren’t weirder, you watched as the zombie-like people wither away, the gold glow seep back. The same way the glow exited your body, you watched as the whole street was brought back to normal, their skin now lively, as if it was washing off.

The sight was unnerving, as Peter rushed to see what you were shocked about, as people were returning to their lives as nothing ever happened. In just a couple minutes, the street was back to normal, with people walking by trying to get to where they were going. The only reminder of what truly went on was the destruction that littered the streets, broken signs and metal scraps that lay haphazardly.

“What the absolute fuck was that?” you asked, looking up at him, your eyes still wild, the exhaustion from the fight hitting you at once. But for the first time, he didn’t have an answer.

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[mirambles]

KDramas have a huge pool of talent - be it the male/female leads or supporting casts. You have to sit back and just admire the variety and talent on display in terms of looks, acting, delivery, voice, everything that an actor/actress has to offer.

And it’s natural to have multiple crushes and loves in this dramaland. I started with crushing on Hyun Bin’s Captain Ri in CLOY - who wouldn’t? He was picture perfect - brooding, charming, endearing, madly in love. He looked dashing in that army uniform ( actually I do have a weakness for men in uniform). What did I know that it was the beginning of watching extremely well written male characters. I would learn later over my journey in dramaland that 90% writers are female and no wonder they wrote such fine male characters.

Second stop was Descendants of the Sun, I didn’t think Captain Ri could be matched, but then I bumped into Captain Yoo SiJin. Many might be conflicted and think he was a snob and bit cocky, but I didn’t think so. He was confident in his own skin, he was shown to be the best in the business and he made sure everyone knew it - nothing wrong in that. I like male characters who are smug, but not condescending, who are sarcastic and have dry wit or a great sense of humour, who have an unfailing sense of duty , who are respectful to ladies and will do anything to protect their people. Yoo Sijin had all those qualities. Song Joong Ki is not your typical muscled, well built - six pack guy, but he carried off the Captain’s role with loads of charm and I loved his smirk. I loved watching him in The Sungkyunkwan Scandal (one of his best roles) and he looked so dapper in Vincenzo, but his Captain Yoo SiJin will always have a special place in my heart.

I watched Suspicious Partner with no expectations and Ji Chang Wook as Prosecutor No Jiuk blew my mind away. I maintain that Suspicious Partner is peak Ji Chang Wook - he looked his best, he acted his best. He looked so handsome, so gorgeous , so smashing in both looks! But he in his prosecutor look with those crisp white shirts, suits and those thin rimmed Gandhi round glasses - dishy as hell! His emotions were spot on - oh how I loved his outbursts! I loved when he pined for his lady love and no one does angst as well as he does (nope this is not open for debate). To top it off his chemistry with Nam JiHyun was off the charts - a post one day for these two. My favourite couple in dramaland.

For the next few months - I watched many dramas, liked few more - didn’t really swoon over anyone, but enjoyed their acting a lot - Nam Goong Min, Ju Ji Hoon, Lee Joon Hyuk, Park Seo Joon , Nam Joo Hyuk- all fantastic actors in their own right.

I really enjoyed watching Nam Joo Hyuk in Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo, so I started to watch StartUp. Little did I know that this man whom I would see for the first time on screen would ignite the fan girl cell in my brain.

Kim Seon is not a head turner , but boy did he bull doze himself in my heart as Han Ji Pyeong from scene 1 . Darcy has ruled my heart for eternity and now Han Ji Pyeong sits right there beside him. That’s high praise cause no one has ever come close to Darcy. The writer probably did not expect that Kim Seon Ho would elevate the character 100x to what she had imagined and then to save face and make sure sympathies stayed with the main leads, the writing fell apart in the last few episodes. A character assessment of Han Ji Pyeong for another post. It remains one of my favourite characters, hell no, it sits right at the top of my favourite characters in Dramaland!

I have now gone and watched Kim Seon Ho in every single series of his and all his theatre clips. He is the reason I got onto Twitter and Tumblr to find people I could talk to about him. What an amazing actor he is! It helps that he is utterly gorgeous with that bright smile of his with big dimples that warms my heart every-time I see him smile!

His voice - people don’t hype up his voice as much as it deserves to be. It’s deep and soothing and a perfect voice for mic and radio. I would buy every audiobook if he ever reads one!

He does angst well, he is an intense actor, he has great comic timing, he makes me cry with the emotions he portrays on screen and there is no actor currently for me that comes close to him. He is my source of happiness. I love watching him perform and emote on screen. I know he is going to go places - people are discovering him now and he is rising up the popularity charts with the currently airing Hometown Cha Cha Cha. I want to watch him play an antagonist , or a dual personality role like Lee Seung Gi played in Mouse. I want to see him play a prosecutor or a detective hunting down criminals.

But amidst all this rising popularity and fame that he has been getting, since he broke the internet with his portrayal of Han Ji Pyeong - he remains a lovable, humble human being offscreen and an absolutely adorable, clumsy dork. I love this duality in him.

I will continue to admire many actors as I discover more dramas (so many to watch), but I know that no one is going to capture my heart and mind like Kim Seon Ho has!

[a-lil-perspective]

I know I sound like a broken record but Tech’s characterization has been absolutely phenomenal. I’m so in love.

A particular point I have to blabber about is his dynamics with Omega.

I had wondered how Tech in particular would react to her and likewise, interact. It’s not that he lacks interpersonal skills, it’s just that he is so often in his own little world and hyper focused during his performances that he tends to be disengaged from most interaction unless it’s to provide factual insight. I had wondered if this point would remain relatively the same in light of Omega, especially given that she’s a child, or if he would adapt as quickly as the others.

There’s also the trope/misconception of “nerd remains impersonal unless you’re a piece of tech and also kids are eww”, and I was worried that Tech would fall subject to this implementation to some degree.

But it has been absolutely delightful watching Tech with Omega.

I am actually really proud of this guy. I’m pleasantly surprised. All of the boys shine with Omega in their own ways, some more definitively than others, but Tech absolutely has some budding chemistry with her. He isn’t as overtly paternal as say, Hunter, but he overall has had a great attitude about navigating the change. Given his pragmatic and logic-driven disposition, I was surprised to see this.

Then again, this further reinforces that rich development he’s getting. I think Tech realizes the gravity of the situation, to some degree. These are unprecedented times, one that he in all his brilliant calculations are unable to predict the trajectory of. Yet Tech is very willing and very able to adapt already and this is such a wonderful aspect of his character that I am so excited to see flesh out further. This adaptation carries over into guardianship. While Tech doesn’t have near the tact Hunter has, he’s trying. He sometimes makes brash decisions without considering Omega as a factor, as we saw in episode two with him having the ship impounded without assuring Omega’s welfare beforehand. He doesn’t quite yet understand how to tailor the circumstances to her presence, but none of them do, and that’s something they’ll all learn together.

But Tech is very much an active participant. He performs well and seems completely untroubled by the presence of a child, which again is surprising given that Tech is very sequential in his dealings; it’s understandable that the slightest variable could present as afflicting. I think that Omega’s curious mind will appeal greatly to Tech, which will open the door for some profound bonding. They both have an affinity for knowledge. I am very much looking forward to seeing Tech pass on his skills to Omega. She is very astute and hands-on. Her and Tech are going to take to the skies.

Some stand-out scenes:

This entire scene was emotionally packed, but Tech’s reaction in particular was so very jarring. We don’t typically see Tech in such an emotive state, in fact it’s rare we witness him so openly expressive. It’s rare that we see him actually immersed in the moment, away from his gadgets and gear. This is a very profound moment for Tech. He is paying attention here, he is quiet and observing. He is sympathizing for Omega. This was such a raw and tender reaction that I think was purely instinctive for Tech. This is not a reaction that can be fabricated. It comes from the heart. This was wholly a paternal inclination, to feel deeply for Omega and her state of discomfort. Look how pained he is. This was so beautiful and heart-wrenching, and I am very much looking forward to seeing more emotionally-rich moments from the brains of the group.

Another bit here. This scene literally had me😍❤️. One of my absolute favorites. This was really the first time Tech had made physical contact with Omega. I’m sure it was somewhat strange to him, a bit of a foreign concept to assimilate for someone used to dealing with inanimate objects and pieces of technology. In spite of this, he performs admirably here. Tech absolutely has the manners for Omega. The way he motions gently for her, secures her in his grip, and gingerly places her down was just so natural in a way that can’t be forced or faked. He did great.

Like I said, Tech has a lot to learn; he is not the most emotionally attuned to a child and their many needs, but his reactions and interactions have been nothing but kind and natural. He is a Dad and he doesn’t even know it.

Tech is absolutely wonderful.

[ryansjane]

I would say "khai is an ass in it" should absolutely not be a reason to not watch theory of love. a show can portray characters with flaws without "promoting bad behaviour", or portray characters who go on a personal journey and change, which is what khai doesin this. however I would tell people who are on the fence about watching it that it has a lot of clichés. without spoiling anything I'd say if scenes like heath ledger singing in the stadium in 10 things I hate about you makes you cringe, theory of love will also make you cringe. but if you love romcoms and you think cheesy love confessions are supercute you will love it.

it's well made, they did well with the story they had, the acting is good, but like every piece of media out there, the story might not be for everyone.

no but literally what you said, of course this story is not for everyone. if you don't like angsty love stories, this one is not for you. for the "cringe factor" that you're referring to, I think it would be pretty unfair to consider theory of love more cringey than all of the other bl romcoms out there that have MUCH more fanservice & cringey scenes in my opinion. though of course if you come from non romcom bl shows like not me, you might be thrown off by the cheesiness of it all, but I frankly find it very mild compared to other very popular bl shows, ESPECIALLY considering this show is an homage to romcoms, so... it kinda comes with the story. and finally, khai's character development is for me the absolute BEST part of the show, bc I'm personally a character development hoe & it's what I want the most out of tv shows tbh. it's so satisfying to see khai grow & change, and realize things in his tiny little brain, and for that to happen, he has to be a dick at the beginning of the show. but I truly consider theory of love the best bl romcom bc it had the cheese, it had the angst, it had the recreaction of cheesy romcom scenes to pay homage to them (including thai romcoms which makes you discover classic thai movies, hello!!!), it had an amazing character development, incredible friendship, every character is so lovely, the side ship is my absolute fucking fave, the soundtrack is banging, the acting is great, the chemistry so good & they literally recreated iconic romcom posters for every episode of this show!!! idk why it feels like I'm defending theory of love to my death, which, to be clear, is absolutely something I'd do, but like... it fucking TRIED something. it took what could've been a boring & basic university bl that we've seen fifty times and actually made it compelling & made people FEEL things. so yeah, I fucking love this show & it's the best thai bl romcom simply bc you CANNOT get more romcom-y than a literal homage to romcoms. good night <3

xxx