#this scene lives rent free in my head like oh my god

[super-secret-clown-corner]

season 1 episode 8

revenge is imminent

[damianmcgintleman]

husband and i started watching abbot elementary last week and we've almost finished season two and i think it's maybe the funniest show I've seen in like 10 years minimum

[wizardnuke]

what’s the uh. what’s the fanfic.

the sea the stars the dreamers for all of ur space opera fantasy scifi wizard foursome needs ft. most of the rest of the nein

[myspacebrat]

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 | 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞

You tap the red record button on your phone with your manicured finger, feeling your heart race with excitement as you position yourself provocatively; legs spread wide, tiny micro skirt hiked up on your hips. The sight of your glistening pussy turning you on even more as you grab for your vibrator.

The shiny heart shaped plug that has already been inserted into your tight puckered hole glints off the ring light sitting directly in front of you. Everything you’re capturing on your phone is being mirrored onto your big tv that hangs just above your wooden antique dresser. You loved watching yourself get off, maybe it was slightly narcissistic but you didn’t give a fuck.

At this point you had been doing only fans for a month and a half, ever since your mom decided she was leaving your step dad to go do some ‘self discovery’ in Europe with her new Bo; who she cheated on said step dad with, and since he was allowing you to continue to live in his house rent free, you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him for much else; thus leaving you to sign up to the porn sharing sight. It was a great source of income and not to mention the slight ego boost it caused from witnessing so many men and women fawn over you.

You’d start the process of getting yourself, the tripods and lighting ready once your step dad left to his evening country club visit, playing golf with his buddies was his way of “blowing off steam” as he had put it.

You’d wanted to tell him there were other ways of doing that, but Rafe had always intimidated you. It was a hot intimidation, the type that made your panties wet and had you finger fucking yourself to orgasm on late nights when the days memories of him would quickly flint through your mind.

Just like now, fucking yourself with your vibrating dildo as you think about your step dad. It never fails to get you off in minutes, it was your newest hyper fixation. The amount of step dad porn in your search history was embarrassing, you’d take it to the grave. I mean how screwed up are you to picture yourself naked and stuck in a washing machine or under a bed like all the lame ass troupes porn usually uses? But god if you didn’t pray to be stuck in a compromising position when he just so happened to get home.

“Lo, how many fuckin’ times have I told you to stop taking m— oh shit!” Rafe’s voice quickly cuts through the fantasy you were building up in your head.

“Oh fuck!” You squeak, throwing your dildo under your covers, as if that needed to be hidden more than your throbbing clit and dripping pussy that was being displayed in 4k on the big screen in front of you.

You quickly snap your legs shut, a loud slap echoing throughout the now, too quiet room.

Rafe is still standing there, in shock as he takes in the whole scene. Forget everything you said before, the compromising position shit was a total lie because right now you just want the floor to open up and swallow you whole.

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” Your step dad’s stern voice almost causes a whimper to slip past your lips, but not out of fear. It’s that fucking voice he uses when he’s trying to discipline you and it drives you crazy; the tone, the deep rasp. It made your body shutter and caused a bone tingling chill to crawl up your spine.

“I’m um, I’m not- I’m.” You fumble with your words as you try to think of an easy excuse, but nothing comes to mind that could explain what it looked like, the only choice you had was to tell the truth.

“I um, I’m filming something.” You manage to get the words out but it’s not exactly what you wanted to say, you’re not even sure what you wanted to say or how to word it in a way he’d understand.

“Yeah lo, no shit. I can see you’re filming! My question is why the fuck are you filming with your god damn legs open? Why are you playing with yourself in front of your camera, huh? You sendin’ this shit to one of your little boyfriends?” The use of your childhood nickname causes you to cringe, it’s a stupid fucking nickname your mom had called you since before you could talk, you were her lotus flower. Thankfully she had the good sense to shorten it to lo, that was probably one of the only solids she’s ever done for you.

“I don’t have a boyfriend rafe, I’m filming it for my only fans, okay?” The tone of your voice is frail and pathetic, you can’t even meet his eyes. You’re so embarrassed yet so turned on and you’re trying your best to keep it together but he’s not making it easy. His white button up hugs at his muscles deliciously and most of them are undone to just below his chest, the gold necklace you picked out for him sits between his pecs and the blue slacks and black belt he has on work perfectly together. But as you continue to observe your step dad you can’t take your eyes off the very obvious bulge in his pants. Oh god, you were gonna do something stupid, you felt the impulsive urge to throw yourself at him. I mean, he clearly enjoyed what he was seeing, so why not?

“Only fans? Jesus lo, you have a fuckin only fans? Since when?” His brows are furrowed and he’s licking at his bottom lip as he awaits your answer.

“Just for a few weeks.” You say, doing your best to justify the whole situation. You stand up onto your feet that are adorned with white knee high socks, your skirt did absolutely nothing to cover your pussy or ass, and the skimpy see through shirt that is tied together like a slutty school girl uniform shows off much more than it covers.

You move closer to him, still keeping a safe distance but his boner has given you a new confidence to poke fun at him a bit.

“Fuck. You need to stay over there, alright?” His jaw clenches and his hands tighten into fists at his sides as if he’s trying his best to keep them to himself.

“Why? You don’t want help with that big problem in your pants?” You know you’re pushing boundaries now, but you’re a fucking brat, so what?

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Is all he manages to get out before his jaw clenches again, even tighter.

“Says who?” You whisper, untying your top and letting it slip off your shoulders , before pooling around your feet.

“Your fuckin’ mom, for one.” He huffs, like he knows it’s not a good enough reason, considering she cheated on him and then left the country.

“Your wife who fucked some other guy and then ran off?” You know your words are blunt and the wound is still fresh, but if he wanted to use you to get back at her, you’d let him. Whatever it took to finally get what you’ve been feening for. His cock.

“Careful lo, you don’t know what you’re getting your little ass into.” He chuckles and the sound goes straight to your cunt. It’s so deep and dangerous, thrill shoots through your body.

“I’m not little and I’m not a kid. I’m a grown woman and I know exactly what I want.” You unzip the side of the skirt and toss it somewhere to be dealt with later, leaving you fully bare for your step dad.

“And what do you want?” He asks huskily, looking down at you as you invade his space.

“You.” Is all you have to say before he’s moving forward, quickly breaking the gap he’d set and smashing his lips into yours in a rough and desperate manner. He grabs the backs of your thighs and hauls you up, without a second thought you wrap your legs around his waist. One of his hands finds a home on your exposed ass, and before you can even process that you’re in Rafe’s arms, kissing him and being groped on; he brings his palm down, roughly smacking the sensitive skin and making it jiggle in his palm. You moan at the contact and begin eagerly canting your hips against his hard bulge, desperately trying to find some kind of friction.

“Rubbin’ your little cunt on me like a bitch in heat?” He teases, but the words do nothing to help how fucking horny you are.

“I’m sorry, just want you so bad.” You whine as he begins walking you over towards your bed before roughly tossing you back down onto your fluffy white duvet, his movements are just as quick and eager, as he settles between your spread thighs.

His lips taste like coconut and the cigars he smokes on occasion, it’s fucking intoxicating. At this point you can’t help the whimpers and whines that drip from your lips.

“How long, hm? How long have you wanted this?” He asks, his tone is now serious and his eyes are intense and almost vulnerable, which surprises the shit out of you.

“I think I’ve wanted this since the day I met you.” You confess, and you remember that day clearly. It was only three years ago but you had just graduated high school and your mom had invited him over for dinner. You thought he was cute, but didn’t think much of it until he began coming around more often than not.

“Fuck, all this time I could’ve had you?” He sounds disappointed, and you guess in a way it makes sense considering the wasted time he’d spent with your mom.

“You can have me now.” You whisper before running your tongue over his opened lips, licking him like a playful puppy.

“I am, and I’m gonna tear this little pussy open.” He growls into your ear before he begins sucking bruises into your neck, the moans you let loose are ravenous, almost feral.

He makes haste at removing his belt and slacks, letting them pool over his shoes before kicking them all off into a pile on your floor.

He slaps the tip of his cock against your needy clit with a sigh of relief.

“Next time I’m gonna have you on your knees gagging on this cock, but right now I need to fuck this pretty little hole.” He makes show of slapping his tip against your opening and then slipping it in. He stays like that for awhile, going no further then the end of his mushroom shaped tip, and you’re about to scream from the teasing, but before you can scold him he gives you one brutal thrust, making him instantly bottom out to the hilt.

“Oh fuck.” You groan as your eyes roll back.

“Mmm, that’s it. Take this fuckin dick.” He huffs as his gaze continues to stay locked on yours. His hands are everywhere, he’s completely filling all your senses and you still can’t get enough.

“Just a desperate little thing for your step daddy, aren’t you?” He grits through clenched teeth as his thrusts speed up, he then grabs the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to meet your shoulders.

“Holy shit, that’s so deep!” You sob from how spread out he has you and how perfectly he’s hitting that sweet spot.

“Yeah, I am fucking deep, can see that shit poking through your stomach. Fuck.” His hand leaves your thigh to rub at the bulge in your lower belly, then he begins slightly pushing down as his thrusts grow more wild and relentless. “Pussy’s so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. Mmm, so perfect.”

The pressure on your lower stomach has your toes curling in your socks, you can feel the orgasm on the horizon and a strange build up of fluid can be heard each time your step dad thrusts into you. You feel as if you might pee yourself, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced and holy fuck…

“Oh fuck yeah!” Rafe groans when a splash of liquid hits the base of his cock and splashes up towards his abs, “damn, that’s fucking sexy. Did you know you can squirt?” His lips are now hovering over yours and there’s a satisfaction and cockiness in his eyes.

“No, I didn’t. I um, I’m sorry.” He lifts his head from the kisses he was placing on your jaw and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face is serious, almost scary.

“Don’t apologize, Lo. I love when I can make a woman squirt. It’s fucking beautiful.” He looks down examining the mess you made before he’s picking his thrusts back up, slamming into you so roughly you begin unintentionally running away from him, being scooted up towards the headboard with every animalistic buck of his hips.

The moans he lets out while he pumps you full of his come, causes you to clench around him, milking him of every drop.

“Fuck that was…wow.” He huffs, before dropping down onto your body in exhaustion. He’s sweaty, and his body is like a furnace but you welcome the feeling of him practically crushing you.

“How was that for you?” He asks gently, his fingers holding your chin in a stern grip.

“The best I’ve ever had, honestly.” You don’t miss the flicker of possessiveness that leaves just as fast as it appeared.

“Alright,” he sighs with a slap to your thigh. “I’m gonna clean this shit up and put your little equipment away. You go to my room and start the bath, get the jets running and I’ll meet you in there.” His demand has you scrambling to your feet to obey, although your legs are still shaky and there’s a limp in your walk, which causes Rafe to smirk that cocky fucking smirk.

He pulls you back by your arm before you’re able to make it out into the hall.

“I’m letting you know now, that since I’ve had a taste I’m not fucking letting you go. Hope you’re not too sore, cause I’m not done.”

a/n: thank you to my baby @xxbimbobunnyxx for encouraging me to write for Rafe. I was so nervous to write for someone new, but this was so fun! <3

[imaginethesepages]

slice me up.

“Cheers!” Alcoholic beverages lifted to the air, grins wide as gleeful shouts filled the room. It was the end of their first dispatch as new recruits for the Third Division of the Defense Force, and luckily for them, with everyone surviving and intact.

There was absolutely no reason for them not to celebrate.

“Hoshina!” An arm wrapped around his neck from behind, squeezing. “Teach me your moves, damn it! Those slices were crazy!”

“Yeah, teach me your ways, Master Hoshina!”

“Oh, I like the sound of that, Master Hoshina!”

Everyone was in a rambunctious mood, joking and laughing, even to the point of asking for a fight just to prove who was stronger and had more kaijus put down.

Hohsina laughed, not knowing how to accept the compliments. All his life, people encouraged him to drop his sword and move on to a different weapon, always saying it was better that way.

“They’re right, you know, Hoshina.” You slurred, clearly you had more drinks than your lithe body can handle. You’ve been sitting quietly across him, slumped. It was uncommon for you to be so hushed in a festive environment, but those hooded eyes said a lot. “Gods, can you get any HOTTER? The way you sliced those kaijus up; m-makes me want you to… s-slice me u-up.”

And for the first time, Hoshina Soshiro blushed, and the entire room went into pandemonium.

this scene came to me when i was heading to sleep, and since then, it has been living in my mind rent-free. anyway, if there are anything written on there about hoshina's time as a new recruit or something and it overlapped with the side manga or was inconsistent with it, just remember that i haven't read the kaiju no. 8: b-side.

enjoyyy xx

[royalmessofdenmark]

do you think Shakespeare lived with his characters dancing around his head rent free

do you think Shakespeare heard a new tune while listening to his church’s choir and went ‘oh my god that would be perfect for hamlet’ and reimagine hamlets death scene to it or something

or saw a love poem and went ‘Romeo and Juliet core’ before getting inspired to add another addition to his play that has practically nothing to do with the poem but couldn’t have happened without it

or saw idk a sword or something I’m running out of options here and was like ‘THATS MACBETHS NOW. HE OWNS THAT. IN MY HEART.’

[blackcathjp]

drarry fic recs loosely based on my post: fics where harry has a praise kink / draco's dirty talk makes harry's brain fuzzy and needy.

i especially love fics where draco calls him "sweetheart" or "darling", so cute and hot when he says it so naturally, feels so intimate and loving.

mostly pwps and dmhp fics.

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the way you say my name by innerlilith (5k)

the inspiration for this post... the reason why my brain chemistry transformed, the reason for my obsession with sweet pet names. their relationship develops in such a real way, the banter is so drarry. you can feel the sexual (and romanticl!) tension build and build until it breaks and the climax is SO satisfying. also really love draco's "unhinged flirt" characterization. harry getting so hot under the collar is just *chef's kiss*.

far from the tree by aideomai (112k)

reason #2 for this post. it's THE fic. need i say more? you just have to read it. draco can't believe harry would want him, yet he's posessive and can't let him go. harry's obsessed and will do anything to protect him. throw in some angst, mystery, kinky times, next gen kids, draco calling harry "darling" (and subsequently changing the trajectory of my life), and voila! a masterpiece.

dinner and diatribes by hephaestiions (5k)

legilimency sex is SO UNDERRATED. another fic that altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind rent-free. established loving relationship, with draco knowing how to help and ruin harry. be his peace of mind and make him crackle with sexual need and wild magic. it's a truly delicious fic that is filthy, intimate, and comforting. "to forever and a day" is such a devastating declaration of love.

back where we began by cassiara (25k)

oh. my. god. the way it's slightly teacher/student dynamics but not really, combined with accidental bonding and sorta legilimency because harry is impulsive and curious and obsessed with draco's voice in his head. like??!

stamina spells pleasure by lettered (10k)

bonkers multiple orgasms fic with dom draco and magical spells for sexy times! when i say harry deserves to be RAILED and reduced into a needy little mess, i mean this!

knot your average coworker by @thecouchsofa (22k)

werewolf draco and oblivious harry! subtle praise kink, great feisty banter. sweet and hot fic about harry's desire to care for draco, and draco being baffled by that. also, harry's obsessed with his knot 😏 that is all.

bonus fics (not so much about praise kink):

the earth from a distance by spqr / @andthepeople (15k)

genius and competent draco and action-oriented, need-to-be-useful harry! masterful world-building about 16th century hogwarts, lovely speculative twist on life in the past. survival-based co-dependent relationship turned into intimate & loving romance.

paragraph twelve, clause four by innerlilith (15k)

innerlilith knows how to write lust and tension with longing and gentleness. this is all about quidditch player harry and his sexy bodyguard draco, with a silly premise of hearing your love/hate crush wank loudly next door. the scene where draco begs to see more and how his words make harry turn into a puddle... the push and pull, the burning need, you just have to be there, the build up is so worth it.

[patroclusdefencesquad]

top five iconic Damen moments go. If there’s too many give me top ten. This is urgent scientific research.

oh my god you are so lucky i have a long train journey today so here we go, in no particular order because hell if that is possible :

when he threw a mf broadsword. a sword that is meant to be swung with two hands (!!). and he just casually yeeted it from the back of a horse. into a guy who was about to kill his enemy who wasn't even his lover yet

kingsmeet. kingsmeet was the Pinnacle of the man. he broke his country's most sacred rules without even fucking hesitating out of sheer rage and love at what had been done to laurent get this man fucking husband of the year

obviously it has to be "i speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart" no man has ever been so stupid and yet so sexy

every moment in book three where he's like "did i fucking stutter."

"damen rose from the throne, and put his hand to the gold brooch at his shoulder. his garment dropped, and the crowd roared their approval" cock out and thriving. king

when he chose laurent he literally chose laurent over his kingdom he was prepared to sacrifice it all for him this MAN

when he was screaming crying throwing up at having to tell laurent who he was and laurent was just like "i know." sksjsks you dumb fucking bitch OF COURSE HE KNEW everything you now know about this man and you think he doesn't know the man who killed his brother god i love you how can a man be so smart and yet so. so

"i think if i gave you my heart, you would treat it tenderly" sobbing. literally sobbing on a train. he's so sweet he's so gentle he loves laurent so much. he's so. so. also that scene where he tells laurent if auguste hadn't died he still would have courted him. once he starts loving laurent he literally cannot conceive of a world where he does not love him i'm crying

he's beefy. it's not an iconic moment it's just his natural state of being but it's iconic to ME. his arms could hold me so good. his tits are as big as his heart. his ass? bouncing. his thighs? could crush me and i'd welcome it

his dimple :')

there we go it started out as a list of iconic damen moments it ended as me rambling about everything i love about him what can i say he lives in my head rent free i'll never find a man like him

[southelroydrive]

brand new obsession.

pairing: robin buckley x f!reader summary: you have a slight obsession with your girlfriend's hands. word count: 0.9k title: obsession by sir chloe warnings: sexual themes but no smut a/n: it's my wife's birthday so i have to post something for my favourite character of hers <333 (inspired by the middle photo - it lives in my mind rent free)

“you know they filmed these scenes in real mines? and they could only use certain lighting otherwise the entire thing would of like blown up from a methane explosion. oh, and-”

you hum softly in a half-hearted response as your girlfriend rambles about the movie in front of her. the tv illuminates the darkened space of her living room, playing ‘my bloody valentine’ on the screen. the very movie robin insisted on watching for this week’s movie night after you revealed that the half-dressed woman in the opening scene was the catalyst for your gay awakening in 8th grade. 

you're sprawled out on her couch, legs pressed together as you rest against her body, cheek pressed against her shoulder. the blanket once draped across your laps now left abandoned on the floor as the only warmth you need is the embrace of the other. but despite the rapid speed of which random facts and critiques tumble from her lips, your attention is completely elsewhere.

as the other moves emphatically with her words, robin’s hand keeps a firm grip on your bare thigh. the shorts you’re wearing hiking up your legs, allowing her fingers to spread across the expanse of exposed skin. and god, does it send your mind reeling.

now, there are an infinite number of things you loved about your girlfriend. from the dusting of her freckles on her shoulders like twinkling stars among the night sky to the scar on her knee from a playground accident when she was six, all these small things culminated into your unconditional adoration for the girl. but nothing could quite compare to her hands.

the way her slender fingers grasp your thigh, feeling the cool metal of her rings against your burning skin that make goosebumps rise on your leg. you're entranced, fixated on the dips of her knuckles or the way her veins pop as her grip tightens when a particularly important statement leaves her lips. you swallow a lump in your throat as her hand moves, almost kneading the soft flesh as she talks passionately. your surroundings muffle, the tv now a distant murmur, biting your lip as a haziness clouds over your mind. head empty except for the ideas filling your head of ways to put her hands to better use, like when she- 

“babe?”

“hm?” your head snaps to look up at her, eyelashes fluttering as you blink slowly. once, twice to regain your train of thought. “sorry, what were you saying?”

“nuh uh.” robin shakes her head, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. the hand that had previously been waving around erratically now reaches over to settle on your cheek, cradling the side of your face. “what's got you so distracted, hm?” i thought you liked this movie?”

“i do…” you murmur, nuzzling your cheek into her hand. your head tilts, your eyes locked on hers as your lips press against her palm.

she hums at the contact, stroking your cheekbone with the pad of her thumb as your lips brush against her warm skin. it almost makes her forget what she was saying until her eyes narrow, focusing on the tinge of embarrassment that flushes your cheeks. she leans in closer, her lips grazing the shell of your ear and hot breath fanning across it as she whispers, “so… what is it?”

a huff of air escapes your lips, your head tilting to the side to look around the room. at anything but her to hide the flush that creeps up your cheeks and tints the tip of your ears a deep red. however, you hear a small noise of protest fall from her lips, close to a whine, before she’s gently guiding your head to look at her once again. In a desperate attempt to avoid direct eye contact, your gaze flickers around before they inevitably fall to the culprit of your preoccupied mind. the hand that still firmly grips your thigh. her inquisitive stare follows, and from the corner of your eye you can see the smirk that curls on her lips. and in that second, you are caught. 

“oh.. so that’s it?” her voice lowers, sending a shiver down your spine at the deep rasp of your girlfriend’s voice.  you feel her shoulders shake with the chuckle that leaves her lips, your entire face feeling like it’s burning from the embarrassment that fills you. it doesn’t help when she squeezes your thigh experimentally, nails lightly digging into plush flesh. and it especially does not help when it elicits a small whimper from your lips. 

you feel her hand pause, and you can practically hear the shit-eating grin that spreads across her lips. your face buries into her shoulder, cheeks almost exuding heat from the pure humiliation.

“shut up.” you grumble into the fabric of her shirt, evoking another chuckle from the girl.

“i haven’t said anything, baby. you’re the one drooling over my hands.” “robin!” you gasp sharply, head shooting up as you smack your hand against her chest. said girl bursts into a fit of laughter, wrapping her arms around your waist to pull you into her embrace. you can’t help yourself when you begin to laugh yourself, head buried in her chest that vibrates with every giggle that leaves her lips.

you both sink into each other’s arms, cheeks aching from the wide grins resting on your lips as your laughter eventually drifts off into a comfortable silence. you let out a soft sigh, heavy with contentment, as robin’s hands drift down your back, inching down to your hips. you feel her lips press against the crown of your head before she leans down further, breath tickling your ear.

“you know… i think my hands would look better somewhere else.”

[xjulixred45x]

I saw your request were open can I please request a female douma in jjk.

For getou and gojo please her and gojo having the beautiful eyes and cocky attitude and douma and getou and her both owing a cult this idea is living rent free in my head.

Oh lalala~ this is interesting! I'm in!

SatoSugu x Douma Like-Reader

Genre: headcanons

Reader: Female

Warnings: The reader has the past and attitude of Douma from KNY, that is, she has difficulty understanding and expressing emotions. apart from a shady past and is worshiped by a cult. she has rainbow eyes and gray hair, if a reader with a specific appearance bothers you, don't read this. CULTS AND WHAT THEY CONVINCE, The reader and Gojo share a neuron, and they are horrible with their emotions, I think that's all.

Since you were born, you have been the center of attention in your family.

You were born with eyes of all the colors of the rainbow and gray hair. Your family was amazed by this.

Thanks to this, your family believed that they had been blessed by the gods, that YOU had been blessed by the gods and that you could communicate with them, so they started a cult in your name to be able to worship the idea they had of you.

You, being a small and innocent girl, did not understand any of this, but you acted how they wanted you to act to make them happy. You believed that if they were happy, you were happy, right? but you never really understood very well how emotions worked. They never explained it to you or bothered to tell you anything about it.

It was somewhat frustrating but you resigned yourself quickly. You had to maintain the role you had been assigned after all. keep your hope.

but there really wasn't any, you were never able to communicate with the gods…. there really was nothing to have faith in.

but these people were in denial, and would not allow you to give up your position.

Everything got worse when your parents died, your mother murdered your father…and then committed suicide.

you found their corpses.

but the worst of all was that you didn't know how to process the loss of your parents. how you didn't even know how to process your own emotions.

You just thought about how unpleasant the smell of blood was and you replayed the scene over and over in your head.

all while you didn't change your facial expression. smiling, the one that people wanted to see in you, a supposed "saint"

So you adapted that mentality to your daily life, no matter how many lies you have to tell, no matter how many people get hurt because of this--

As long as the believers were happy, maybe one day you would be too. some day…

Until then, Keep smilling, keep make them happy, keep faken up your emotion, maybe if you fake it enough, you will feel something more than this inmense Void.

but at least all this had its good side, you developed your own damn ice technique!

It was powerful enough that the people in charge of you decided that you needed help in managing it.

that's how you ended up at Jujustu Tech.

That's how you met them…

When you first arrived at Jujustu Tech, you attracted a lot of attention. not only because of your carefree attitude but, obviously, because of your appearance. You were fine with that, you were used to it.

but when Geto and Gojo saw you for the first time when they introduced you to their group…WOW they were silent. which was weird in itself.

Gojo, being Gojo, and well recovered from the shock, went up to you and asked if you had contact lenses, even if he could see that you didn't, he HAD to make sure you didn't.

Geto obviously scolded him and apologized on his behalf for his rude comment. But he didn't miss the opportunity to say how beautiful your eyes were.

With these first impressions you could get an idea of ​​what they were like. And honestly? You became friends very quickly.

To be honest, growing up adored by your cult and having a pretty powerful ability, you ended up being quite arrogant, well-meaning, but cocky.

Thanks to this, Gojo was able to connect with you quite quickly, at first with the intention of destroying that ego you had, but it always ended badly in one way or another.

For example, trying to outdo yourself in physical combat seeing that you depended a lot on your ability with ice, it's a piece of cake with his Infinity, right? well…

Both Gojo and Geto made the same mistake when facing you for the first time, UNDERESTIMATING YOU based on your seemingly silly personality.

You turned out to be more skilled than he thought, which cost him almost blinding him when you realized how special his eyes were. Something similar happened with Geto, he wanted to know more in depth about your abilities, but above all, to know if your eyes, similar to Satoru's, had any unusual abilities.

only to have his ass kicked for being distracted by them…

They could respect you from the beginning, they could see that there was something more than a smiling mask in you. a great power.

Although the more they got to know you, the more things came to light and the more they understood you.

You and Gojo could understand each other on the level of having people expect too much of you, things that are not yours and even putting you on a pedestal for that (in your case very literally). Gojo found the whole cult thing very shady when you told them both, but he also found it shady that you didn't understand how that was WRONG.

Geto was the same(at the start), you and he understood each other more on the side of having abilities (in your case appearance) that although "helps people" rather condemns them to a pretty miserable life.

Thanks to this he opened up to you when he was in spiral, he felt that if anyone would understand him, it would be you.

In case we follow the canonical route, you tend to show two faces with each of them, both authentic and part of you, but distant from each other.

With Geto, you show your most morally perverse side, enjoying for the first time your position in the cult, the power you have over the lives of those people, realizing that YOU ARE the one in control.

You and Geto united the cutls, becoming even more powerful and influential, Geto is a loving couple, I'm not going to lie. He continues to pamper you as much as you want, whether physically, materially or emotionally.

The family respects you a lot, not only because of your power, but because they see you as an equal to Geto, the legitimate queen of the new world for sorcerers.

Geto doesn't really agree with watching you fight, and since you yourself are a little lazy to do it, he leaves the part of interacting with the believers to be your strong point.

Despite everything, being with Geto in this case has its disadvantages, and that is that he does not let you get down from that position of power and believe that the rest are better, apart from the fact that he encourages your harmful behavior towards others (that is, he does not let you mature )

Although don't misunderstand me, he will do everything possible to help you understand and experience the emotions that you have been depriving yourself of.

and when you go with Gojo (he and Gojo "divide custody" in this case) you do a 180 degree turn. You show your most happy and carefree side.

With Gojo you feel like there is nothing to worry about, you like that, he is quite relaxed himself.

Similarly to Geto, he spoils you a lot and is a great cuddler. He LOVES having PDA with you, hugs, kisses, snuggles, anything. he loves it.

Gojo directly takes you to therapy for emotions and when you come out and talk to him about your progress he is very happy to see you getting better every day, it seems.

Unlike Geto, he would try to remove the cult's influence from your life by seeing them as primarily responsible for your traumas (along with the death of your parents) and is fiercely protective in that regard.

They know it, you know it, one bad move and they're screwed.

NOW, if we're talking about the AUS where Geto doesn't get corrupted and stays in Jujutsu Tech with Mimiko and Nanako…IT'S ALL FLUFF.

Both are great life partners, mainly because they balance each other and thus you get the best of the best of EVERYTHING.

(i cant write more than this so sorry if its seems cut off im triying to fix it)

[pinksiames]

bucky going feral (carnally) over buck crying when??

NO FR THERE SRENT ENOUGH CRYING FICS OF BUCKY GETTING OFF ON GALE CRYING

(The Porch scene lives rent free in my brain)

The stir in his stomach and groin was about to send him over the edge, but his eyes couldn’t peel back from the sight in front of him. Gales eyes were red rimmed and puffy, soft cheeks blotchy and wet. His bottom lip trembling between teeth as he tried to hold himself together. The little gasps and choked whimpers coming from his throat made his pants strain. He shouldn’t be getting turned on by Gale crying, he should feel guilty, ashamed that his cock twitched at the sight. But it truly was a sight. How his lashes clumped together to give him a more doll-like feature, how the skin around his eyes blushed with irritation. He could lick up the tears running down his face, he wanted to comfort him, tell him it’ll be ok. But a part of him wanted to see him break, absolutely sob against him. He wanted to feel his cries against his chest as he stumbled over his words.

“No bucky, it’s not gonna fit. It’s too big, you’re gonna split me open.”

“Oh god Bucky it hurts, please it’s too much, slow down.”

“Harder Bucky harder, fuck you feel so good, just right there please baby.”

He’d bite his tear soaked cheeks, his large hands practically touching at the fingers when he wraps them around his waist, keeping himself snug between his delicate legs. Big, blue eyes glossed over staring up at him as his own chest shook, sucking in sharp breaths and choking on his spit.

“Doing so good for me, taking me so good. You look so pretty when you cry buck. Prettier than any other girl I know. look like a little lamb, begging for the wolf not to devour you.”

He needed it. It scratched an itch in his brain he didn’t know he had. Something in him screamed to reach out and make it happen, to have Gale under him crying and sobbing because of him. His own breathing hitched, his cock pressing against his pants painfully tight. He had to resist grabbing the younger and claiming, letting his tears soak into his own skin.

He carefully slipped away, locking himself in the bathroom stall and pulling his cock out. It was purple at the head, precome leaking down his shaft. It only took a few strokes before he was spilling all over his hand, the image of distraught Gale racking his brain. This was wrong. He shouldn’t be turned on by it. But he was, and it was going to be the only thing he could think of from now on when he saw his best friend. How he conjured images of him choking on his cock and getting that same pretty wet face looking back up at him. But he couldn’t let those fantasies run wild no matter how much he wanted. How he was so close to reaching it but it was still too far to grasp.

[dystopicjumpsuit]

It's so nice to see that other people ship Omera with Din! I didn't realize how small the ship is, but I loved them together. And I keep hoping we'll see her again (a nonsensical hope? probably). Anyway, I am curious, do you have any headcanons or general thoughts about them that you want to share? I've literally never seen people talk about them before

YES. The only other person I know is a Mandomera appreciator is @wings-and-beskar, and I literally screamed out loud when I found out. They would be so perfect together! With their little blended family, on a peaceful world where Grogu could chase frogs to his little heart's content and grow up with all the village kids who adored him. And Din wouldn't have to struggle for every single basic necessity; he could just chill and drink spotchka and be an excellent father to Grogu and Winta and all the other babies he'd inevitably make with Omera. God damn, Cara Dune knew what was up (not her actor, though).

And I agree, I keep hoping beyond reason that we'll see more of Omera, because she's intriguing as hell. Clearly, she has some history, because she is a sharpshooting badass who is excellent in a crisis, while still being warm and kind. I have a mighty need to know her back story, and a sinking feeling that we'll never find out.

Not to mention that their chemistry is absolutely off the charts. To be fair, Din has chemistry with literally every character, but damn. This scene?

Just watching the gif is giving me butterflies. Like. I need a shower from the thots this is generating.

The hands. On the wrists. Oh, my god.

Please, Din. I am begging you. Retire to Sorgan and ride that gorgeous widow into the sunset.

BTW there exists an extraordinarily spicy fanart (caveat emptor: Reddit link; wildly NSFW; minors absolutely DNI) of these two that lives rent free in my head at all times. I think the artist may have deleted their account, but this epic bit of filth lives on in their memory. May their pillow be forever cool.

I would absolutely love to read any headcanons or thoughts you have as well, and if there are any other Mandomera shippers lurking out there, please consider this my official invitation to scream about them with me!

[terezicaptor]

gonna be honest I'm not super into polyam morning crew as a ship but I've been having posts about them pop up on my tumblr dash for ages, which led to a very specific tubbo/pac/fit scene living in my head rent free for 2 weeks, and I saw your recent comic today (it's perfect that's literally tubbo he's so clueless) and that's what got me to finally write it out and post it

anyway hope this doesn't come off as annoying self promo feel free to ignore but since you're technically the one who got me to write this I figured you deserved to see it. polyam morning crew be upon ye :) https://archiveofourown.org/works/53375758

^link to fic

THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING HOLY SHIT??? ANON IDC YOU CAN SELF PROMO ALL YOU WANT IN MY INBOX IF IT KEEPS GETTING YOU TO WRITE AMAZING SHIT LIKE THAT

It's so so perfectly in character and it's so soft and good and it's perfectly done morning crew dynamic oh my godddd. Like brooo. Anon I love you /p

Everyone PLEASE read this rn I love it sososi much

I. Oh my god?? Holy shit

I have no clue how to express how much i love this. Your writing style your characterization the plot in general. Mwah

Immediately knew I had to download it so I never lost it the second I read the summary

Everyone read this pleeeasssseeee

[beanghostprincess]

Trans fem buggy anon back at it again with the brainrot

Crocodile going Full Mafia Boss Husband is so near and dear to me, but like. That makes Buggy the Mafia Boss Wife.

And I dunno smth about the clichés about that is so wild to me bc I feel like she'd fit that bill so well and yet so very NOT at the same time.

There is One Woman Crocodile Listens To, and it's his wife. He sometimes listens to Mihawk as well, but for different reasons. Mihawk ALSO listens to Buggy for the same reasons as Croc. It's not that Buggy is conventionally powerful, it's a mix of Happy Wife, Happy Life, and Buggy somehow slotting so well into the fold and running the backdrop with both efficiency, flair, and endearing fuck ups.

Buggy absolutely endears herself to many of Croc's business associates, charming them out the ass, and they think this mouthy little clown is a bit of a ditz and doesn't Get It, so they talk more freely around her. None of them catch that little glint in her eye as she listens attentively, making notes to ferry back to Crocodile and Mihawk both. Oh? You have big plans in the future? A loan, you say? Oh well golly, yes, I've been there before, teehee, tell me more, mister~

She has more dirt on the underbelly organizations than most can fathom, all locked up nice and neat in a code written lovingly in her fluffy heart shaped neon blue and green notebook.

She plays the role of eye candy well, and she likens it to playing on stage.

Behind the scenes, she's mouthy, bold, sharp, and useful, learning the tells and systems, realigning her general management with this new information, much to her husbands' surprise. Crocodile absolutely spoils her and Mihawk both rotten, but it's a mutual affair.

Buggy just having these wildly powerful men wrapped around her finger.

((And her fans/underlingsbare just gobbling it up bc THAT'S THEIR CAPTAIN, yeah captain Buggy is a QUEEN and she is SO GOOD AT THIS WOOOOO-))

MEANWHILE

The world government: she's a clown. Wait she was Roger's? Okay. Alright. A threat. We can mitigate this. A warlord - shit. Fuck the warlord system is going down. Oh God. Okay. Uhhh. We'll just drop a bounty. Yeah. That's good - Oh. Oh my God. Holy fuck did she just recruit MIHAWK and CROCODILE?? Okay. Emperor, then. It's fine. This is fine - THEY'RE MARRIED?!?!? WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

The whole mafia concept with Cross Guild just fits so well. I mean, you've seen Crocodile already, he was literally made for that scenery. Crocodile and Mihawk may handle the money and men, but Buggy as a "trophy wife who looks dumb but actually knows what's going on all the time and keeps pulling the strings" is just amazing. Crocodile listens to two people only and he trusts them with his life. Buggy might seem like only a sexy bimbo clown but she actually could murder somebody violently on the spot and both Crocodile and Mihawk would stare at her with pride and then buy her all the things she wants. She's actually extremely strategic and intelligent and she's pretty much the one who makes all the plans since she knows the most about everybody they need to take advantage of.

And it's not even the dynamic which, I mean, it's pretty obviously a mafia dynamic but-- The whole aesthetic too? These three are just constantly giving "mafia boss x femme fatale wife x mysterious murderous husband". Crocodile sitting at his desk, Mihawk by his side and Buggy sitting on his lap? The image won't leave my head. It's just so, so good for them.

Not to mention that the Marines are all extremely frightened of this trio and Buggy's history and won't even dare to come close to them because they don't even know how the hell this relationship happened. And it's concerning and scary and they might end up dead if they approach them.

But yeah, this whole thing lives in my mind rent-free all the time and this is exactly how I imagine them. Cross Guild is just a mafia and Buggy always gets what she wants because she gets the job done and both Crocodile and Mihawk genuinely love her to death. Like literally. Don't touch her. You'll die.

[suzie-shooter]

Alex Rider season 3 unhinged liveblog ramblings scribbled during first watch. Spoilers, obvs. (also fair warning, I am not particularly a fan of Tom or Kyra lol)

Episode 1 - Widow

S2 recap trivia - Alex's therapist is Molly Doran from Slow Horses and married to Alan Blunt IRL

Malta: Ok, so we're not just going to pretend it's Venice lol.

Creepy old men already hitting on Alex. Standard.

"After this we're out of leads." How do you even have any leads in the first place? Oh ok, Smithers' phone. Terrible security protocols from him, leaving that much historical classified data on it.

"Find the Widow - surely he could have given you an address?" First thing Tom's ever said I've agreed with lmao

Aaaand within a second he's back to being deeply irritating, okay.

Yassen living rent free in Alex's head, you love to see it.

"They've got this picture of me being the responsible one." Have Tom's parents actually met him?

Ooh Razim mention.

You maybe want to clean that wound before whacking a dressing on it Alex?

"Do you think you'll ever lose your appetite Nile?" Spat my drink.

Damn, no harem pants then. Scrubs up well tho.

Listing Levin in the opening credits than having him be only a S2 flashback should be a warcrime.

Episode 2 - Lab

"This weapon is called pork sword, wait, no, shit, wrong USB."

"Julia Rothman. Definitely a wrong un." Spat my drink again.

Do Crawley and Pritchard not warrant helmets and visors? Are they somehow immune to shrapnel?

So, room 6, wired to blow, yes? It's what I'd do…

Oh yeah sure guys, they're going to still be sitting there, all unmoving in the dark, for sure that's a person, and not a Massive Trap.

Thereeeee we go. Agent mince. Top of your class huh, well you're certainly at the top now, and down the sides and partially out of the window.

I know there's the whole 'characters don't know what genre they're in' thing but you are literally in the 'working for MI6 genre', you are up against people notorious for booby traps and blowing shit up, why the fuck would you touch something that hadn't been declared safe first? Apart from anything else you're fucking up the scene before forensics get there.

"I love you man." Vom.

Alex: breaks into super sekkrit lab. Also Alex: doesn't have the faintest fucking idea what he's looking at, so not really helpful.

COMICALLY LARGE BOMB KLAXON.

Episode 3 - Enemy

"Welcome to Malagosto." OooOOooh.

Maybe I'm just looking at it from a fic writer's perspective but it does seem a massive anticlimax to immediately let Tom and Kyra know Alex is okay? Like, you could have got a good couple of episodes of angst out of that uncertainty.

"Do you want me to kill them?" Oh God yes please.

Why the fuck have they plugged the USB directly into the network rather than an isolated PC? 'Hur dur we checked it first', you literally believe Scorpia are smart enough to not be bluffing about the nebulous death threat but you don't think they could hide something on the hardware? Fuck's sake lads. Amateur hour.

Is this Home Secretary meant to be Suella Braverman? Or Priti Patel maybe lol. (Equal rights and all that, and if it had been a white male character I don't think I would have thought twice about the dialogue but having both your two new female characters be immediately proved wrong/ massively patronised/ blown up ain't hugely comfortable viewing tbh).

HOW MANY FICS INVOLVING ALEX GETTING FUCKED ON THAT BED HAVE JUST BEEN BORN?

"Are you suggesting we break into a dead man's house?" "It's not like he's going to be there." 😂

"He became a very close friend of mine." Fnar.

Omg making Alex read his father's love letters is hilarious.

Alex: you could have faked that news report Also Alex: handwriting can definitely never be faked (how is Alex even familiar with his dead father's handwriting? wouldn't recognise mine)

Ugh please stop trying to make Alex/Kyra happen.

Alex up the vent shaft. I hope they're sitting casually at the top going - you could have just taken the stairs love.

If he's climbing upwards, why is his hair dangling like he's upside down? Have they filmed this like 60's Batman, and he's just crawling along a horizontal set lol.

Alex never once asks about his mother does he. Given the shagger-John route they seem to have gone down you almost think Julia would be in a better shout of getting Alex to switch sides by claiming to be his mother.

And - yeah, Alex's recruitment just doesn't feel that convincing here. Adding Tom/Kyra/Jack so much to the mix has changed the feel of his life a lot, and TV verse Alex has had a lot less fucking over by the Department by this point too. And Rothman feels too creepy to be effectively convincing him of anything.

"I want you to meet your tutor." FUCK YES FINALLY 🙌 (may have rewound that part several times lol)

Episode 4 - Recruit

Nicaragua: 18 years ago OH MY GOD IT'S HAPPENING

Baby Yassen is adorable, I'm in love.

OH MY GOD THAT'S SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE FUCKIN SPIDER THING

OH MY GOD THE REVEAL OF HIM STANDING OVER THE SLEEPING ALEX I'M DEAD

(Ok, I'm calm again. For now. We continue.)

"You killed my uncle" - all the hundreds of ways this conversation has been written over the years and Yassen's just like lol get over it 😂 (here for it tbh)

Rothman: He's one of our best Yassen: One of? Bitch.

Yassen watching Alex train like 👀👀

"Did he ever tell you you're no fun?" Oh you want to have FUN with Yassen do you?

Yassen bitchslapping Alex to fuck, both hilarious and hot.

Oh, you want to be WET wet.

"Matteo's the guy with the blanket." Why is that so funny.

Omg Yassen stepping in to protect his boy and humiliating Nile in the process lol. And Alex doing what Yassen tells him, because of course he does 🥰

"This one is my responsibility" 🥰🥰

"What about love, friendship?" Alex has only known Yassen five minutes and is already down bad.

"Kind of lonely though, right?" Yeah, Yassen needs you at his side Alex, so step up and stop being a whiny little bitch about killing people.

Never get in the first taxi, rule one of espionage.

Yep, called it. Tom's like: I'll have my fucking tip back in that case.

This scene is so dark I have no fucking idea what's going on, I thought Nile had attacked Alex, but apparently not. Is Nile officially part of this exercise or not, it seems really unclear lol.

The power of friendship and sparklerabbits saves the day, apparently. Yawn.

Jesus, we really ATE with this ep, huh.

Episode 5 - Revenge

"Would you rather your arms around me, or my arms around you?" Way to make it creepy Tom you skeevy fuck.

"Can we focus please?" "We're multi-tasking."

Sure Grendel, rock up to the super sekkrit spy base in a massively conspicuous car why don't you?

"Yassen will give you everything you need." Oh I BET he will.

Feels sloppy them not removing the diffuser from the vent tbh.

"What does this say?" Alex hasn't inherited John's neat handwriting then lol. Alex leaning into him like that > me making noises only dogs can hear.

"You've put lockpick?" "I left my last one in Nile."

Ooh, suicide pill, nasty. Kind've pointless though, given they've been left with the evidence anyway.

Yassen in Alex's bedroom again, likely place for him to be.

"I don't want you to fail. I don't want you to die." 🥹💕🥰

Yalex roadtrip, let's goooo.

Disappointed they're not making Alex do the Entrapment infrared acrobatic sequence here lol.

If this is Yassen's idea of a date it definitely needs work.

So no surprise scorpions then? Can't have shit in Detroit Malta.

"Why? Why did she kill him?" Well taking things at face value here he was a highly murderous member of a terrorist organisation, so you know, kind've her job.

Yassen does like a casual lean, doesn't he.

Episode 6 - Target

Alex and Yassen have shacked up in London, hope there's only one bed.

Now they're in the back of a van, SO many opportunities for shagging, they're spoilt for choice.

Yassen's impressed look when Alex reels off all the security details, so proud of his boy.

"What happened to my mum?" Finally he wonders lol.

"And I'm good at it. You could be too." 🥹

"You think Alex killed him?" I mean, he was also there with a notorious assassin, so probably not, y'know.

Domestic Yassen cooking Alex's dinner and also cooking him a gun lol.

Smithers' "How I've missed you" ahahaha. Smithers/Kyra much better pairing tbh.

"He's actually quite good at this stuff." Smithers' little snort lmao

Time for Alex to be blacked up/ dunked in a teabag bath/ gussied up. Although he still looks exactly like Alex afterwards, which feels less useful lol.

"You love him, don't you?" Yassen loves him more. I have to say Alex had far more chemistry with Syl, and frankly for that matter with Tom. I really don't get the Kyra agenda.

"It's a dry hole." Alex's worst nightmare.

Is Alex going to look through Mrs Jones' knicker drawer?

Episode 7 - The Shot

Mrs Jones and her tall murderous hobbit son lol. Otto really looks about 58 here.

Hope they bill him for her fucked up fridge.

Is that Bath? Oh, it is.

Mrs Jones casually throwing Alex back into play lol. Maybe she can have a little revenge for him trying to shoot her.

"Everyone breaks into houses." Jack's face lol

Ewww put him down, you don't know where he's been (Yassen's bed, almost certainly)

"Remember they can't hurt you unless you invite them in." "That's vampires."

Yassen arguing in favour of going to rescue Alex MY HEART

"Sit down. I'm going to tell you a story. About your friend, John Rider." HOLY PLOTHOLE TIMELINE PATCHING BATMAN

"John was embedded inside Scorpia for three years." Not the only thing he was embedded in by the sounds of it.

Alex seems to be hallucinating again lol.

Yassen, maybe psychoanalysing your insane boss isn't the safest thing to be doing?

"It's quite mad Julia." Yassen really gives no shits omfg

"I know my place." Yes, at Alex's side.

I like how Julia thought telling Yassen she'd killed John would do anything other than piss him off lol.

Episode 8 - Invisible Sword

"But you do owe me a new fridge." LOLLLLLL

Crawley feeling like a spare part during this lift convo, hahaha

"Smithers, you can do me some kind of tracker, right?" "Yeah, if you promise to keep it on you this time."

Alex is like ohshit I'm gonna die fr

"Not for the agents. They undid their seatbelts." Eyyyyyyyy 👉

Aww they've given him a little baby assassin outfit, how cute.

Where's Yassen, has he just fucked off to the pub?

"For the head of Scorpia, you're a really bad liar."

Laughing at all the other Scorpia agents having to listen to this convo about their boss like we are not paid enough for this shit 😬

"Everyone else is getting what they want, let me have my cereal."

Protecting his boy to the last. Yassen really is purely on Alex's side, we love to see it.🥰

And OMG HE LIVESSSSSSSS 🙌🙌🙌🙌 (I voted yes in that poll, I had faith lol)

Well that was - far more fanservice than I dared hope for, after the meagre pickings we got in the first two series. Yalex supremacy to the motherfucking end, let's go.

[distant-screaming]

your top 5 nlmg moments <3

what the HELL archer............. worst sleepover ever I'm being made to choose? from nlmg????? >:( I had 22 scenes shortlisted, and I with great pain cut it down to 5 + 3 bonus ones. also this took me really long to answer because I can't shut up. anyway. I will try to keep this as short as possible and not go into full explanations because then we'd be here forever 🎀

so, my favorite nlmg scenes, in no particular order:

palm gets shot

is this surprising? at all? no I didn't think so. palmnueng are so insane about each other and this entire scene is such a good demonstration of that - palm, actively bleeding out from a gunshot wound, tells nueng not to sign anything over, and nueng does so anyway. and then palm gets shot and just - the acting is so wonderful from everyone in that scene and it's such a good demonstration of their characters! I also especially ADORE the next bit, where nueng is outside the operation room and he's just so grief stricken it makes my stomach hurt. and I just love this whole section a lot okay!! (fun fact: my first time watching the show, I wasn't able to watch the scene fully - I had to skim it and go ahead to the part where palm was Alive. once I realized he was, I went back to watch it properly djfkfj)

waltz scene(s)

I'm cheating a little but it's fine - all three of palmnueng's waltz scenes live in my head rent FREE. the first one (the dream sequence) is just so very 'I have a crush on this guy' core and it's so soft and sweet and yearn-y <3 I don't remember where I talked about this, but in the dream sequence nueng keeps track of the rhythm by tapping his finger on palm's shoulder - the same thing he did in real life. this means palm was so focused on him during the irl dance that he even noticed that. and that just. it makes me sick okay. second dance sequence is in the motel room after mam dies, and this one is so different from the first because it's much more centered in comfort and relief rather than romance. the whole scene is an absolute masterpiece - the way it's shot with the blurred backgrounds and close ups and the colors - and man I just. I love it so much. it's so intimate. and finally the waltz at the restaurant before nueng gets snatched by kit... literally no one does it like them they're so!! it's a very scary scene to watch because you can tell something's about to go really wrong really fast, but my GOD is it good. me and who literally........the tenderness, the trust, the way they look at each other with absolute stars in their eyes (and the way that the camera focuses on nueng more this time, and how in love he is because we've seen palm but nueng is just as insane). insane. deranged.

first kiss on the island

rooftop hug

while watching this, I had to pause the episode and physically stand up to do laps around the room. it's sooo good and pondphuwin are amazing at intimacy and it's just like, they really do kiss like they're desperate for each other which is exactly what palmnueng are. also the significance of it being after david + wu's wedding is a whole different rant I will spare you from but ajfkskfkdjfkdjfkfjfjfjv!!!! absolutely amazing first kiss, especially contrasted with their first kiss on the rooftop. no notes.

speaking of rooftops! man. the whole ben + coming out part really hurts me every time I watch it and this scene is no exception. nueng is so desperate and heartbroken and he keeps lashing out but palm just holds him close and doesn't say anything and eventually nueng hugs him back and just cries in his arms and he just. he just wanted a friend. he just wanted to be loved. that's all. GOD.

peng(2) you(3)

world's most insane guys flirt, leave me dead. like. this is episode 2. nueng still has some like vague pretend animosity towards palm. and yet. 'oh yeah let me just - here touch my neck and I'll gaze into your eyes and say peng you (friend)' HELLO?? I mean. sure why not. palm's clearly enjoying it (read: having a gay induced mental breakdown). generally I love scenes that have flirting with pining oblivious guys and this is the perfect fit. also, the fact that palm is slightly higher than nueng here the CONNOTATIONS guys the THEMES. the [I am shot and dragged away]

Bonus:

nueng barging into palm's room

sir...... just. all of this. no words. he's such a bratty teenager. I love him

palm opening shot

this one is on here solely because this is the exact moment I feel utterly and deeply in love with pond. hello there gorgeous standing there all by yourself??? why is he so <3

every time palm is annoyed by ben existing

I ADORE this dynamic. they're this 👌 close to killing each other in every frame they're together. the fingers are touching btw. hashtag gay on gay hostility. I love it.