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fishmongeringstudies · 4 years ago

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eighteen ways to forgive yourself and one reason to try

anyone who had the happy misfortune of speaking to me in the last three months has probably, at some point, been treated to my now-established signature monologue about how my skin is clear, my crops are thriving, and the body living in my closet finally rotted away and was picked apart and carried off by ants. many facets of my life in the spring contributed to this impression. i was eating edible things. i was actively meeting people. i was waking up at the crackass of dawn (a/n: seven a.m.) and going for morning runs and drinking strawberry smoothies which cost even more than the disappointingly expensive boost smoothies of my early childhood. most of these things are, i understand, normal. i am under the impression that the average human being often meets other human beings at places with food and spends significant lengths of time conversing with them. but i am not like the other girls. i am not a girl. i am your coffee machine.

the problem with those freaky little before-and-after narratives that started as a trend on instagram and have since been adopted into the way we narrate our lives as a whole is that for the narrative to work, the before and after have to be really, really far away from each other. in order to create this distance, influencers have historically attacked the earth with shovels, construction vehicles, and shaving razors. but apart from the cost of renting a supersized claw machine and subsequently hiring someone to sit in it, one must also ask the question: why are you digging to begin with?

all of which is to say that i'm bored. i'm bored of being a freaky little human being. i no longer care if i go for weeks at a time without talking to anyone, and i fully intend to go for weeks at a time without talking to anyone because priorities shift, and last thursday (arbitrary) a bunch of mine tripped off the edge of the table and fell into the gutter and died. luckily we have a new gutter now and new earth around it, new flowers, new trees. terraforming in animal crossing is a privilege one unlocks after you trick k.k. slider into visiting your island. i have yet to unlock that achievement. for the time being, i am terraforming my soul.

what are this summer's priorities? priority one: not die from heatstroke (hard). priority two: write (less hard). you see this? there are no humans in this floor layout. i am trying to become god.

and that's what was wrong with spring. i thought spring was a step in the right direction, a step into the great unknown of self-care and personal improvement and half-an-hour-long white yoga mom meditation videos with ad breaks every three minutes. but it wasn't any of those things. i just got up one day and started walking in the other direction. around the same stupid houseplant. i have spent my whole life walking around this stupid houseplant.

metaphor: you spend your whole life walking around a houseplant. sometimes you see different parts of it and you think: wow, these are some cool leaves. other times you see wall and wall and wall and you think: wow, this is a wall. what i am trying to say is that life is both the cool leaves and the wall. life is many other things, too, like electric chainsaws and the niagara falls and half-baked cinnamon rolls which make you question the sanctity of life and specifically yours. life is not one photograph taken in front of marina bay sands in which your ass looks delicious and your skin is especially pink. life is falling out of the frame while trying to make your elbow look sexier than it's ever been before and tumbling down the stairs. life is breaking your leg.

in my happy spring monologue i told everyone i was miserable before i got to america, but things had changed and i was better now and would never live like that ever again. i was wrong. i didn't get better and i haven't gotten worse since spring left. i haven't gone anywhere. i'm still here with my fucked-up spine and my fucked-up sense of humor. a recent discovery: sometimes i want to spend every waking hour of my life in the presence of other people and happiness is the small conversations you have while waiting in line in the dining hall and every breath taken in the presence of another is a gift. other times i want to hole myself up in my room and hammer away at a google document until my fingernails fall off for ten weeks. sometimes i am lonely. other times i want to be alone.

before and after. yes and no. lies! social media is full of lies! i know this because i use social media. believe me. trust nothing you read on the internet.

today i wrote some, listened to podcasts some, and spent an ungodly amount of time on one of the same four puzzles i've been putting together and taking apart all summer. i didn't have a particularly enlightening conversation with anyone. fuck, i barely spoke to anyone at all. when i got bored of my puzzle i watched people wade through the sticky wet afternoon from my third-floor window. later on in the evening, two people met each other on the path leading up to my dorm. one of them took out their airpods and slipped them into their pocket, then held up their hand and waved. 'hi,' he probably said. his friend waved back. they paused for half a second to talk, two figures painted gold by a saccharine yellow sun, then gently parted ways.

life is beautiful. but life is beautiful no matter how you choose to live it. there is no way to optimize the human experience because humans have too many bones to keep track of. i am convinced some of mine go missing in the night and return at the crack of dawn (a/n: seven a.m.) before i wake, slipping into my open, snoring mouth and settling themselves back in their sockets. i am convinced that i have done nothing wrong.

spring was nice. i might have made something flower. i might have mowed one or two bodies down with a lawnmower. but this isn't singapore, this is america, and when you live in america, absurd as it may seem, the seasons actually change. spring died; i watched it happen. i was standing there when it took its last breath and the last of my people-loving peace vanished down the drain with it. spring died, and now making plans makes me anxious again. i'm inclined to horrible bouts of groundless negativity and being outside for longer than two hours at a time makes my head hurt. but i haven't taken any steps backwards, and i haven't fallen off a cliff. spring happened; i was there. i haven't lost the triumphs of spontaneity and fearlessness and joy and the long conversations had with people i no longer speak to. after all, i'm still walking around the same stupid houseplant in the same stupid apartment where the blinds in the kitchen are broken and the floorboards on the left side of the hallway creak and the houseplant in front of the speaker is dead but we all pretend it isn't anyway. it doesn't matter if you're standing in the storage room or on the living room balcony, watching people crawl like ants across the street below. it's still the same damn apartment. you're still the same damn clown. and you're killing it, babe, you're the star of the show.

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exosmutfactory · 5 years ago

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How I Look On You 001

Chun-hei is stuck between feeling too busy to commit and too young to settle down. And with her bustling book publisher business, bachelors and alike are all swarming around her for a chance at publicity. She’s doing a good job at keeping the men at bay—until Byun Baekhyun, that is. Doesn’t mean he’ll have it easy though.

A/N: I’m tired of this bad boy staring me down in my drafts so! Here we are. Hope you enjoy 🌹

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The Bar

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"He might got money, but I bet she got her own

You know she independent, when she leave here all alone

You already know, you know, you know, you know, you know

But you could still get it though

You could still get it (Uh-huh), you could still get it

Only if you wit' it though"

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An all-nighter every now and then never hurt anybody.

I tell myself this as I let my friends drag me to the newest bar in town; ordering a round of drinks for everyone once we secure a table. Thankfully none of us plan to leave for the next 2 hours, although, as the mom friend, I keep my consumption to a minimum.

“I’m glad this new place opened up,” One friend mumbles; already halfway gone, “The last one lacked good looking men.”

“You could always go to a club, Seoyeon.” Another states.

Seoyeon scrunches her nose, “Yeah, that’s where all the hookups and spread of diseases happens, Jihun. But bars,” She emphasizes, tilting her drink towards her at a dangerous angle, “Is more…”

“Subtle?” Another supplies; tucking her short black hair behind her ear.

“Classy.” Seoyeon concludes.

I can’t help but snort. “Y’all are a trip.”

“Says the southern nun,” Seoyeon slurs, head tilting to the side. “When’s the last time you got laid?”

“I don’t know.” Shrugging I idly stir my drink, resting my chin on my palm.

“It’s been a good 6 months,” Turning to glare at Jihun, she puts her hands up in defense. “I’m your secretary and you haven’t had a “sick” day in a long ass time.”

“Why haven’t I fired you yet?” I mutter; her being quick to reply with a “You need me.”

“But seriously, Chun-hei.” I turn to my soft-spoken friend, “Are you okay? Everything alright last time you saw the gynecologist?”

“Her pussy isn’t falling off, Minji.” Seoyeon rolls her eyes, “She’d be much more uptight, trust me.”

“Wow geez, thanks doc.” My tone is dry; a grin breaking out on my face as she scowls. “Guess that cosmetology degree taught you more than the rest of us.”

“You never know,” She replies tossing her freshly dyed red hair, “Maybe you’d learn something if you left your office for once.”

“Publishing books is a long process,” Mumbling with a shake of my head I take a sip of my drink, “And you know how my workers like to slack off when I’m not around.”

“That’s what you have Jihun for,” She points to the said blonde who calmly lowers her offending finger. “Hell, I was shocked you agreed to come out here tonight...”

Not meaning to tune her out, my eyes catch sight of someone across the bar. Their purposely messy black hair complimenting their all-black outfit. A black coat with the first two buttons undone, matching jeans and a striped black and white scarf tied leisurely around their neck. Feeling eyes on him, he meets my gaze; a smirk playing at his lips.

I casually lean back in my chair; tilting my head with a single brow raised.

“Oh shit.” Jihun gasps. “Girls she’s in the zone.”

“Who? Who?” Seoyeon craned her neck around; trying to catch sight of the man.

“Yah!” Minji whisper shouts, lightly smacking the back of her head. “Leave her be, she needs this.”

Chuckling internally, I gracefully bring my glass back to my lips; looking down as if analyzing its contents before flickering my eyes back over to him. His own gaze still locked on me. Gotcha.

“Girls,” Slowly dragging my eyes over to them, I swirl my drink; crossing my fishnet-clad legs. “I think I’ll be leaving early.” Smoothly shifting my eyes back over to the man running a hand through his hair and biting on his bottom lip, I feel a familiar heat in my stomach.

Jihun whistles, shaking her head. “Good luck, girl.” Her grin mirroring my internal one as Minji gives congratulations as well. Seoyeon is busy studying her nails as I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. Locking gazes with the man once again, I bite down on my bottom lip as he approaches the table with confident strides.

“Good evening ladies,” He greets in a deep voice. Just the sound alone has more heat pooling between my legs, and when his dark brown eyes meet mine, I know that tonight will be a good one.

As they reply in unison he struts his way over to my side of the table; eyes locked on my own the entire time. “You mind if I accompany your friend for the night?” He asks with a charmingly raised brow. My red lips curl into a smile, an action he’s quick to notice as he flashes his own; biting down on that admittedly sinful lip of his.

“Oh no,” Jihun waves a hand, “Please. Take her off our hands. She could use the,” She smirks, “Company.”

He chuckles politely, holding a hand out to me, “May I?”

More than happy to comply, I place my hand into his open palm; flashing a flirtatious smile, “Gladly.”

With another handsome smile of his, he firmly kisses the back of my hand and starts leading me out the bar; an action that’s more arousing than I would expect. Taking one last glance back at the girls, I send them a wide-eyed excited look as they quietly cheer.

Once out into the cool night air, I take a peek at him; he’s a good 4 inches taller than me while I'm in my one-inch combat boots.

He steps closer; the streetlight above casting an alluring glow on his handsome face as he rests his hands on my hips. His brown eyes search my own as I place my palms on his chest. He pulls me closer; lips quickly slotting over mine in a kiss.

There’s something in the way he takes his time as if savoring the feeling of my lips with every thorough smooch and bite from his own. I can’t help curling my hands in his coat the longer we stand there; the sounds of our wet kiss loud in the vacant street adding more to the heat between my legs.

With one last suck on my bottom lip, he pulls back to look me over again, “My place?”

“Yes.” I breathe; more than affected. Quivering internally at his lick of lips and devious smirk.

As he hauls us a cab, I study his side profile. Appreciating his long neck, angular jawline, soft lips, and a button nose. What a catch he is; I think with a lick of my lips.

When our ride pulls up, he opens the door, waiting for me to get in first. Once inside he rests a warm hand high on my thigh as he tells the driver the address; gently kneading and stroking me with his thumb. I’m soaked by the time we pull up to his apartment complex.

He pays before getting out; holding the door open and a hand out to me. I take it as I climb out, looking up at him again as he sends the driver on his way.

His eyes move back to me as I drag a hand down his chest; his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “I never caught your name,” He mumbled with a brow raised.

For a moment, I contemplate telling him; looking over his handsome features. “Chun-hei. Or-” Grabbing him by his scarf and pressing my body to his, I smile at the way his breath hitches; peeking at him from under my lashes, “Yours.” I can't help purring, “For tonight.” A smirk plays at my lips as his eyes darken in lust; my arousal growing farther.

“Baekhyun.” He utters with another lick of his lips; resting his hand comfortably on my waist before leading me inside. My eyes sweep over the state of the building. It’s interior surprisingly spotless for this side of town; known for housing the most rambunctious college students. The elevator is in tiptop shape as well.

My eyes drift back to Baekhyun when he chuckles. I have to gulp down the urge to take him right then and there as he leaned casually against the wall. His dark eyes settled on me from under the veil of his messy hair. A smirk on his lips that I surprisingly find confident rather than cocky as we keep up the intense eye contact.

Once the elevator dings, we both look towards the opening doors. Baekhyun's hand settling back on my waist as we exit out into the hallway. The walk to his apartment is short-literally four steps away from the elevator. I find myself catching sight of his hands and damn they look eternal in proper lighting. The flexing of said hands as he opens the door increases the throb between my legs.

The layout of his place is actually cute from what I can see; a closet right across from the door as we step in. To the right of it is the rest of the apartment; a relatively nice sized kitchen that takes up the whole front wall beside the front door and a small table able to seat four people. I briefly catch a glimpse of his fully furnished living room before I’m whisked away to a door beyond his comfortable looking couch. I have to hand it to him for being able to be a gentleman until we reach his bedroom.

He locks the door and something about the resounding click fills me with even more anticipation.

“Nice place.” I look around, admiring his king-sized bed covered in a simple yet elegant black blanket; the covers perfectly made. Two fluffy white pillows adorning the top.

Baekhyun chuckles, stepping closer. “Thank you.”

We have a little staring contest; eyes locked on each other’s gaze. It goes on for longer than a minute and Baekhyun’s eyes flutter a little; wanting to close as I stay firm in my position. Until an unsuspected hand wraps around my waist and pulls me against him; his erection prominent on my stomach. I gulp, blinking automatically. Baekhyun flashes a grin before his lips are once again meeting mine.

We walk to the bed, my knees soon hitting the back of it. Before Baekhyun can think to lay me down, I quickly spin us around; pushing the wide-eyed man onto the mattress. He looks up at me; gaping a bit as I pulled off my crop top, keeping my skin tight mesh shirt on. “Sorry.” I smile down at him, gracefully climbing into his lap, “I prefer to be on…” My eyes drag up his body from his obvious bulge to his alluring eyes, “Top.”

Baekhyun visibly gulps, nodding as he rests his hands on my hips.

My smile turns into a smirk as I settle my hips on his; near chuckling at the way his breath hitches. I can’t help sliding my hand down his chest, teasingly tugging open a button on his coat, “May I?”

Baekhyun nods, watching me undo each button at a slow pace. By the time I reach the last one, he is covered in a thin layer of sweat as my hungry eyes take in the sight of his hot body. “Wow,” I utter, lifting up a bit to pull off my mesh top as well. Internally giggling at how his eyes widen even more at the discovery of me not wearing a bra.

Slowly grinding on his lap, I trail a finger down his neck, “Mmm. You are quite handsome, Baekhyun.” I relish in the way his cheeks redden at the compliment; feeling his arousal twitch. Chuckling, I decide to put him out of his misery and smash my lips back to his; moving to unzip his pants.

Baekhyun groans, head falling back when I add a bit of pressure, “Chun-hei.”

My own breath hitches; lip between my teeth as I watch him. It takes both our efforts to get his tight jeans off. I quickly pull down his boxers, nearly gasping as I take in the sight of his cock. It's not the biggest I've seen, but its girth…. Fuck me.

I pump him a few times; he’s so hard and leaking so much my palm easily slides over his throbbing cock as I hum deeply at his little gasps and quiet moans. The more noises he makes the more my arousal grows.

Not able to take anymore, I lift my skirt and pull my g-string to the side; smirking at the dazed look on his face, “Condom?”

Baekhyun takes a deep breath, eyes falling shut when I rotate my wrist, “T-Top drawer.”

Humming in approval I walk over to his nightstand; purposely bending over as I retrieve a silver packet. Coming back to him, I carefully rip it open with my teeth; taking my time in putting it on him. With his cock safely wrapped, I start to slide down on him, then think otherwise, grinding on him instead.

“Chun-hei.” He sighs, biting back a whimper when I grind hard in response. “Chun-hei, fuck. Please.”

Chuckling although a bit breathless, I press his cock to my wet entrance; slowly sliding down onto him. I bite my cheek hard to contain my own whimper; lightly scratching at his shoulders from the stretch. “Damn you are thick Baek.” I hiss, moaning loud when he unexpectedly jerks his hips. He sends me a sheepish look when I glare at him.

“S-Sorry,” His eyes flutter shut as I lift up to the tip then slide back down onto him again; taking him deeper every time. By the third time, my hips are pressed firmly to his. I rock back and forth, swirling my hips at random intervals just to hear the noises he makes. His voice growing louder as I quicken my pace.

“Chun-hei.” He breathes, sliding a hand down to my clit.

I jump a bit at the contact with a gasp, “F-Fuck.” My eyes fall shut as he speeds up, his hard thrusts from below bringing me closer to cumming, “Baekhyun.”

He groans loud in reply, pounding me harder as I fall over the edge, “Fuck. Yes, Chun-hei.” He breathes, fingers not leaving my clit as I squirm above him, “Come for me.”

Moaning loud as all my muscles tense up, I continue slamming myself down on his cock; thighs shaking from all the pleasure as I feel him throbbing inside my clenching walls. “Come on, Baekhyun.” I purr, egging him on. “Give it to me.” Leaning close, I rub my hand down his chest, lightly sucking on his earlobe, “If you’re good, I might let you come in my mouth next time.”

“Christ.” He hisses, slamming up deep into my tightening walls and filling the condom with a loud groan.

Chuckling, I wait a few moments before sliding off his member with ease. “You’re so hot,” Trailing my eyes all over his naked form; chiseled, heaving chest and a long bared neck, I lick my lips; touching his heated skin. “I’d love to go another round.”

“What’s stopping you?” He mumbles sleepily, running a hand through his messy hair; eyes glazed over in post-orgasm bliss.

“Oh, nothing,” I bite back a smirk at the way his throat bobs when I caress his thigh, sliding my hand back up his body, “Just don’t want to wear you out. I don’t know if your stamina is par with mine.”

Baekhyun lifts his head and his hands are on my hips at once, grip tight as if preparing to flip me over until he stops, taking a good look at me. “I can go all night.” He declares.

“No, no,” I shake my head, gently patting his hip and moving to get off his lap, “It's alright, I should get going.” Pretending to search for my crop top around the room, I continue, “Don’t want to disturb your beauty rest.”

A low growl comes from the man under me before he grabs my wrist, pulling my clothed body flush to his naked one as he regards me with dark eyes blazing in lust. “Want to bet?”

Smirking, I press my chest to his, growing excited at the telltale sign of him hardening against my thigh. “Bring it on, Baek.” I purr before my lips are taken again.

Two rounds later and he’s sleeping like a babe; pouty pink lips slightly parted on every exhale and eyelashes brushing the top of his glowing cheeks. He’s sleeping without a care in the world and it takes everything in me not to giggle at the sight.

I’ve just reached out a hand to smooth down his unruly hair when a low buzz fills the room. I freeze, glancing over the bed to find my phone lighting up on the floor. Carefully lowering myself off the bed to pick it up, I swear under my breath. Jihun. Calling to probably make sure I’m okay. Quickly grabbing my disregarded crop top, I slip it on and pad out of the room on light feet, swiping to answer with a perfectly manicured finger, “Hello?”

“Chunhei!” Her voice has risen an octave higher than usual, “Are you okay? Why are you whispering?��

Taking one last glance at the sleeping man, I grab my forgotten heels by the door and gently close it behind me. “Sorry, I’m still at Baekhyun’s place.”

“Baekhyun?” I navigate my way to the front door, pulling my heels back on with a low hiss. “You haven’t left yet? It’s 3 am.”

Remembering the slight wobble to my legs, I blush. “I’m leaving now, don’t worry.” Slowly registering her words, I straighten up. “I’m not coming into work tomorrow.”

“I figured as much.” She pauses, the sound of juggling keys loudly ringing into the phone. “Want me to come get you?”

“Please,” I whisper, giving the address and waiting for her to arrive.

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#baekhyun smut #I dont know how to tag this tbh #should have thought of this sooner XD #baekhyun angst #baekhyun romance #baekhyun fluff

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smutav · 4 years ago

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So i posted the pictures I had for my xray and comic in this post here and I said id wait a year but I’ve decided I need to lay this project to rest and move on to what comes next. Its under the cut because its mad king heavy

the old man part was fully scripted out so I’m going to throw the script in here first then it’ll be just notes for the general plotline

(M) Old Man = O1 / (J) Old Man = O2 / Xray = X / Vav = V

we come in on Xray and Vav coming onto the scene but we start lookin at the old men

O2: "Uh Oh, the calvaries here" O1: "issit the popo? tell them they cant make me go back... to that horrible home... fulla old people..." O2: "No.. its those spandex kids again" O1: "Oh, the blue one confused me... so blue jus like those dirty cops" O2: "YOU'LL NEVER TAKE US ALIVE" [O2 throws something that lands nowhere near xray and vav] V : "Look you have to stop causing a ruckus!" O1: "ah ah ah prettyboy we got da bomb" O2: "Thats right if you get in our way it'll be a real stinker!" O1: "Uh Ohhhh"

X : "you have got to be kidding me" O1: "I'm too old for kidding, im old-ding over here" V : "What are you doing with a bomb!?" O2: "We've got demands!" O1: "Oh yeah lots of demands!" O2: "We want.... Pudding!" O1: "Oh yeah and none of that rice shit in there" O2: "get that rice out of our pudding no chunks!" O1: "itsa chokin hazard, I almost died when they had that at the home" O2: "thats why we left they was tryna kill us" O1: "But you only show up to stop two guys havin fun" O2: "Ya punks!" [Vav has snuck over to the obviously hidden 'stink bomb' and gags when he sees whats under the cover]

O2: "Ey!" [he smacks Vav with a cane] "gettaway from there" O1: "These two have no manners" O2: "they jus go touchin stuff that doesnt belong to them!" O1: "Well two can play at that game" [he moves towards Xray pointing at his glasses] "I want those" X : "How about I give you this instead" [he shoots a lazer at the old guy but it bounces off his walker] O1: "uh oh you shouldn't have done that" X : "oh yeah what if i do it again" [it really has the same result smart guy]

[Vav at the same time is dealing with.. a really slow old guy. and he dodges a punch an the old guy just keeps goin down and hits the ground] O2: "Ah! I'm hit thats it for me! [he tries to get up but just knocks himself over again] it's over for me I'm deadd. You killed me ya bastard" V : "I really didn--" O2: "this blood is on your handssss ohhh im goinnnn" [Vav backs off while the old man keeps slowly 'dying' to help out with Xray who's wrestling for his glasses from O1]

X : "Youre smudging up my glasses!" O1: "oh i'll do more than that" [he moves to take a lick at them] X : "no you dont!" [He punches the old man square in the jaw] O1: [catches himself on the walker] "you want a boxing match, i used ta have the belt ya know" [he lands a punch on xray who doesnt even flinch]

V : [Vav comes up from behind and pulls the old man away] O1: "No he's got me!" [he flails a bit but ineffectively to get out] "this is just like the 40s you cant stop all this" V : "We're sending you both back to the old folks home just stay there this time!" O1: "You'll never keep us caged! We'll always be ba-- Oh no is this a heart attack? Ma is that you in the light I'm-- I'm comin... comin to kick your dead ass" [and he's dead]

[Xray and Vav dump the old guys on an elderly bus they're used to dealing with these guys 'dying' and approach the stink bomb which is the stink jug but theres wires and stuff attached to supposedly detonate it] X: "Well I guess we'll have to deal with this" [he kicks the 'stink bomb' and Vav goes green] V: "I guess it'd be best to get it to Hilda she'll know how to get rid of it" X: "right lets go" [he starts walking leaving Vav to carry the barrel, poor vav]

I hope the notes after this make sense plot wise a lot of it was going to be explored deeper as we get drawing XDD ((also you get all my note writing jokes that i make to myself))

V = xray and vav / K = mad king / R = rimmy tim / M = mogar

(V) - I need,, some basic everyday hero biz to start the story with - tIME TO THROW THE OLD MEN IN THERE (K) - He decides to try out his powers a lil test run ((around Hilda's lab)) - Xray and Vav crash the party ofc - He gets by them EASY slow mo can't do much against teleporting - He didn't have much of a goal for it but, now he knows he has the upper hand on Xray and Vav - He leaves victorious (V) - He gets the business end of a run in with ender ryan - What was that?? he can teleport?? - Well we have to figure something out! (R) - Rimmy Tim runs into Mad King - Which is wild! thought he was dead! - but he does have some weird ass shit going on (K) - Wow running into Rimmy Tim isnt that neat? - He pays no mind to the Battle Buddy (R) - Rimmy Tim is crashing at Jake's place ((to be relevant)) - He also meets Xray and Vav but nobody knows what his full deal is ((and theyre distracted from having they ass kicked))

(V) - Vav is the plan guy - They get intel that he has a weird power source - it gave him the powers so if they can figure it out maybe they can take them away! - We'll need to be stealthy boys... - MOGAR! - ask mogar for help, he distract while they sneak in and nab the gem (M) - The plan involves Mogar fighting Mad King up front - Mogar runs into Rimmy Tim and is suspicious of him (K) - Ofc he knew Xray and Vav would make a plan - Mogar comes to fight him aw they just decided to send a fwiend - Mad King is busy beating Mogar and doesn't notice that they got the gem ((Uh Oh! Plothole!)) (M) - They dont see him at the meeting place (K) - He Notices when he decides to experiment with it and tries out a lesser power source - Resulting in Zombie Mogar

(V) - They HAVE to find Mogar - poking around the outside for a sign of him they find his sword in the dumpster - thats,,, not good - its really heavy but if vav straps it to his back he can handle it - they wind up splitting up for any sign of Mogar (K) - Well if you're going to be rude about it - [teleports in the streets] - Have it your way do what you want - [and he leaves Mogar there] - when he teleports back Rimmy Tim is there and he quips ab how convenient tping is (R) - MK has him get rid of the new power source obviously a failure (V) - It gets dark but vav hears a noise in the alley - He finds Mogar! But he's eating something - Mogar growls and starts running at him - *british screaming* - As he BOOKS IT around a corner Xray runs into him and Vav just grabs his arm - NO TIME TO EXPLAIN - so what the plans just fucking run - oh wait thats Jake's van - *climbs in* wEHAVE TO GO HIT THE GAS - bro its a red light - iTS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT THERES NO TRAFFIC JUST - Mogar jumps on the vAAAAAAAA - Thats enough to convince Jake she slams on the gas - " you guys are paying for any tickets i get"

((for context, Jake is my oc she has an ask blog that I was planning to use to be like in between she and rimmy tim are hanging out and you might find out things from interacting w her. But for character knowledge she’s an appliance installer that works with The Monarchy’s Servants. Which that is the company that installs the stuff that comes out of Monarch Labs. there was also a whole bit where she and rimmy tim would be hanging out and he’d be joking like oh do you ever go in like “ah m’lord!! is this installation to your liking thank you m’lord!!” and she’d goof back if he ever had a house for her to install shit in she’d do it just for him.

and for how Jake and Rimmy tim met it was at 3am dennys a few years ago and they been buds ever since))

(R) - Jake's checking on her van later and Rimmy Tim comes out to give a hand - and he asks what happened and she's shaking a lil - she just leaves it as hero biz as usual she thinks (V) - bloody hell we have to help mogar! - yeah what did Mad King do to him! - they gotta bait and catch him (R) - Jake gets a call from xray and vav asking for help getting mogar to a lab - Rimmy Tim tags along and gets to see Mogar (M) - Xray and Vav catch mogar and have him leashed in the lab - But?? Is he dangerous?? Can he contaminate others??

(R) - This is wrong - RYAN is wrong - Rimmy Tim,, Has to do something - discussion doesnt work, Ryan's just a wall discussion wise - theres no talking him out of anything he's too absorbed (V) - Mogar has good moments - reference the rotten flesh test w vav (K) - Rimmy Tim is getting increasingly worried ab him - Rimmy Tim mentions Mogar - Well it wasn't on PURPOSE - but yeah i did that - No, I don't particularly know how to reverse it (R) - Rimmy Tim tries talking hey what if we just did this partner like - Nothing can beat the battle buddies then this can all be done right? - Mad King brushes him off and tells him to stay out of his business - Ryan gets caught in the rain - He claws Rimmy's face oh no! his money maker! - Rimmy Tim decides enough is enough and leaves to help Xray and Vav fix this,,, fix him,,, (V) - They hear Mad King in the rain - hhhhh i dont want to deal with more monsterrrrssss - Rimmy Tim joins the team! - he explains his history with Mad King - and how he's worried - wORRIED LOOK WHAT HE'S DONE TO MOGAR - He digs out the lesser power source that was used on Mogar - THIS made THAT *points at Mogar* (K) - Mad King is bandaged and goes to sleep off the pain and *emotions* (gross) of the evening - as he drifts off instead of dreaming he finds himself seeing through Jeremy's damaged eye - He just sees xray and vav but he cant hear a word - needless to say he feel betrayed

(Finale leadup)

- they need a plan to catch MK - Xray and Vav decide to drill RT ab possible weaknesses - he doesnt have much to contribute though they havent worked together in years and he didnt have all this magic junk going on. - and all RT's seen of the magic junk is teleporting - Well have you seen his hideout? can you explain like layout or whats going on there - oh fuck yeah i guess that is intel lemme sketch it out

- Hilda is playing around with whats the difference between the gem they stole from MK and the one that RT says changed Mogar - Mayhaps after some experimentation gone wrong she figures they cant use the thing against him but need a device that'll remove that specific energy - so you know a SUCKING machine - While she's working so closely with this she starts having enderhilda dreams but like when she's awake shes like yeah thats neat but you aint caught my interest you dumb gem

- Wait RT if you and MK used to be in cahoots do you have any powers that can beat him? - I got guns we were guns for hire you know battle buddies - wot MK doesnt use guns he plays mind games - well yeah NOW he does he uh-- didnt have it all together after our last mission

(flashback)

- Battle buddies are cleaning up after a mission - they're both pretty angry like we wound up being the bad guys AGAIN how does this keep happening - RT agrees he's not a fan of dirty cash - MK comes to the conclusion if i controlled these sheeple nobody would be calling my shots and makin me do the wrong thing - come on ryan ya cant control people thats wrong - whats a little more blood on my hands if it means making things better on the whole - and MK winds up leaving the battle buddies :C

(Finale)

- Hilda comes in like hey i got your guys's sucking machine go suck off mad king or whatever - and vavs like Alright! lets make a plan lads! - then we go to MK - he can see them coming, he's gotten practice watching through RT's eyes - he gets the machine from them as theyre barely through the door - "well I was curious what this would do but what does it matter anyways" - and he's got like some full ender shadow clones to help with the fight and they all pair off ((not like an army literally just enough to pair off MK dont need an army to beat these guys)) - the real MK personally faces off RT though :) - RT "why do i get the real ryan why couldnt you face off with like vav or something" - MK "im curious if you could shoot me 'buddy'" - RT "well I doubt i'll do something but i do owe you one ;)" and he do shoot him but yeah the bullets are stopped and do nothing - MK "I do hope you brought something else if youre turning against the MAD KING you have best be prepared" - RT "what can i say" [drops gun] "I stick to my guns" [throw punch]

- but yeah after the fighting and witty dialogue clears it looks like MK do have the upper hand - RT was left bleeding out ((stabbed through with pointy fingers oooo MK got his blood literally on his hands)) - While MK is monologuing RT sneaks into the bathroom which MK pauses mid monologue when he sees a flash of RT's bloody hand reaching for the showerhead - cant believe that fuck - and RT comes out and hoses him down ((yes it reaches that far LOOK its got a long hose)) - then MK's on the ground fucking sizzling - vav's like oh right! and jumps up to get the sucking machine and they use it on MK

(epilogue)

- Jake drops RT off where they got MK locked up and shes like "do what u gotta do man" and RT's like "thanks for understanding bud" - and he gets in MK shifts to look at him - RT starts to apologize for ruining his plan but gets interrupted as MK says "you were right" - which is a SHOCKING thing to hear from that guy - and mad king is like "thank you" - and we end on "anytime buddy."

so that was my plot I havent been kidding when I said it was a long comic plan. Its been heartbreaking to have this whole thing ripped from me but I can’t tell a story about friendship w a manipulator.

I’m not sure how long it’ll be until I actually get another thing started but I hope its soon because I was very excited to share a good long story with the xray and vav fandom and I thought this plot wouldve been like a good season worth of content

I had some draws tagged under “#its all connected” and they were all me working on this idea before I actually decided to write it out and try for a whole comic after being inspired by some close friends and the good at being bad animation collab

#xnv #xray and vav #tav script

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absollnk · 5 years ago

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Absol's Journey's End progression, act 1: prehardmode

(this post contains sarcasm not marked with /s because a., I'm not targeting any real people and b., It's for emphasis. I will also be explaining things that may not need to be explained to seasoned players in order to make this a little more accessible. Tw for sparse cursing)

wow

I'd like to call myself good at Terraria. I've played across several platforms since patch 1.1 and know way too much about this spectacular sandbox's intricate details. I can blaze through most bosses effortlessly if I'm prepared. I've done playthroughs of every class in expert mode (except summoner, couldn't find a slime staff even after farming :/).

It's so strange to be bitch slapped all the way back to square one just because I've never touched a keyboard before.

I don't remember what my initial key layout was, but currently, the important ones are-

WASD for movement

C for inventory

R for mounts

F for quick heal

B for quick buff

Space for jump

LeftAlt for smart cursor toggle

M for map

Left click for action and right click for interaction, and

Mouse 3 (scroll wheel *press* for grappling hook.

You should've seen my hour-one gameplay. It was sad. I couldn't change directions while jumping. I was regretting choosing expert mode difficulty. If I wasn't using journey mode's research system as a crutch, I'd probably still be pre-skeletron. I didn't even have enough skill to use the step stool accessory, which literally just requires holding up.

But, in the long run, I got better way faster than I could've anticipated. First, however, on irl day 2, I killed the Eye of Cthulhu on my fifth try after being torn apart by its last-resort Wacko Mode 4 times. At that point I was decked out in full gold gear with the fast and piercing jester arrows, so I really felt that the keyboard was holding me back considering that I usually do the eye armorless (admittedly I only had 100 life, but I usually do that too.)

The next day, slime rained. I thought that the king would be free gear, so I warped back to the surface to bring him out. He wasn't. He spawned on top of me, dealing 50+ damage immediately, wiping out half my total HP. I instinctively tried to use the shield dash to get the hell out of there, but I hit the inside of his body, which made me bounce back, which made me get hit again, resulting in death. The fight lasted less than 10 seconds, and I could only see the fucker for two of them.

With my spicy new tendon bow from the eye, I thought in my tilted rage that it would be a good idea to go and beat up the Brain of Cthulhu. I was itching for beefier armor and it was the gateway between me and crimson/molten gear. I set up an arena above the crimson made of two long rows of platforms covered in health regen-boosting campfires. With a stack of its spawn item (thanks journey mode), I brought in the first one to size up what I was dealing with.

I died pretty well. In fact, this is where I died the best out of the whole run so far.

The first attempt went surprisingly well. My lovely and incredibly sexy jester arrows made dealing with the creeper hoardes *relatively* easy. Phase two did not apply to that. I had brought along a burning mace because it had the dual functionality of circling the player or being shot out and coming back again like a baseball on an elastic string. This would theoretically allow me to attack the brain if it was far away and defend myself if it was too close to me. I did not know that the mace had very little knockback while it was spinning. This plan did not work.

ELEVEN atempts of trial and error later, I won. By that point, the creepers alone had dropped enough materials to make the crimson armor without ever actually killing the boss, which is pathetic. But I won, and I didn't cheat. I'm still in the easy baby phase of the game. At this point I'm starting to realize why most players statistically chop down a tree and ditch the game forever.

It's irl day 3. Next up on my blood feud against the children's video game was skeletron, the next step in progression that makes the final boss of prehardmode a little bit easier and the thing preventing me from seeing my hair. I set up and even longer 3-layer arena and prepared to not have fun, as skeletron is known in my head for being a dumb bitch who cheats with fast, homing projectiles and an un-telegraphed chain attack that will instantly kill you if you can't grapple out.

He took two tries. I don't get it. I was probably getting better at the controls by then, but *that much* better? Like, the successful attempt wasn't even that close. Whatever. I was annoyed that the stupid brain gave me so much trouble, and I seemingly couldn't be happy after a boss fight even if it went well. But, since we take those, I proceeded into the dungeon to find a bunch of disposable weapons and, more importantly, the cobalt shield. I didn't have to take knockback anymore. If I rematched the king slime then he was fucking dead.

The clothier moved in and I bought the familiar wig to reveal my luscious locks.

Queen bee is next. The fights were standard, but I learned that she apparently enrages on the surface? I always fight her there, except for this time when I stayed underground for funsies. She was so much easier underground. Good to know, I guess. I could've probably done her before even the Brain.

Because I'd never been able to before and because I happened to find the tavernkeep after the bee fight, I tried out the old one's army which logically and appropriately kicked my ass. It was a reality check for sure (things were going smoothly since after the brain minus movement) but it was also a neat experience.

I mowed through the gobins, finally maxed my hp, and then it became Wall Time. My loadout was now molten armor with the Molten Fury bow and the Sunfury flail (which for some reason has like ninety base dmg??? This is a PREhardmode weapon? It has NO business doing 90+ but hey I'll take it). I was also rocking the blizzard in a balloon, band of regen, fledgeling wings, lightning boots, and shield of Cthulhu. I felt like I was finally strong enough in-game and competent enough with the controls to advance to hardmode. I was finally good enough at the video game to change directions while jumping.

I built a roughly 1,900-block long bridge in hell out of the blast-proof dungeon bricks. My plan was to run far ahead of the wall and just kill it with dynamite. I grinded for a voodoo doll and yeeted it into the lava, murdering Andrew the guide with questionable morals and bringing forth the wall of flesh. Little did absol know that they forgot to pack the main part of their plan, dynamite. I realized this, contemplated in-game self murder to end the hopeless fight early, but then I had an epiphany. What if I didn't cheese the boss and fought it legitimately?

With my epic gamer status and pride on the line and expecting nothing more than failure, I whipped out my good ole 100-gotdamn-damage Sunfury and tore through the Wall's hungry appendages.

This is all cool and good on paper. I'm doing consistent damage and I'm not dying. That's how you kill bosses. Things are going well, life is good.

I check the map and learn that I've already used up two thirds of my hellbridge and that the wall was only just below half health. Oh no. Things are actually not going well and life is bad.

I switch to the bow, hoping that the speed and accuracy result in better DPS. Better it was, and I would be all set if it weren't for the Wall's gimmick. I was indeed doing more damage, but as it loses health, it gets faster. I'm at a point where I have to be running at full speed almost constantly to stay a safe distance away. The Wall's health still isn't in the dark red zone and I'm almost out of road. I'm starting to take steady damage from the exponentially faster eye lasers and leeches. I run out of bridge and have to hop from lava lake to building to lava lake in order to not burn alive in the infernal orange juice. New areas are being revealed on the map because I'm fighting in an area I've literally not been in yet. I'm too busy focusing on not being deep-fried that my aim suffers tremendously. I fumble while switching back to the flail for quality over quantity, costing me precious seconds. The wall now moves faster than my top speed. I mis-time a jump and right before the wall disintegrates me between itself and a building, it dies.

I audibly moan in real life.

I go and check the treasure bag after a few seconds of mental recalibration. I got a laser rifle and a ranger emblem, along with the standard demon heart which I immediately wolf down to slap on the emblem. I guess I'm a ranger now.

Recap:

King Slime: still alive

Eye of Cthulhu: five attempts

Brain of Cthulhu: twelve attempts

Skeletron: two attempts

Queen Bee: two attempts

Wall of Flesh: one attempt

The spirits of light and dark have been released and my gamer status is intact. Absol's next victim-victim relationship is with the Queen Slime, but that'll have to wait until the hardmode post :)

Thank you if you've read this far!! Lemme know what you think about this kind of thing, it was fun

#.txt #Terraria #journey's end #absols write #long post #i wish I could add a cut

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sweetestrequiems · 5 years ago

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kit’s release radar + reflecting on things

alright so let me give y’all a normal post now aka the release radar for this account just without dates.

they’re all under the cut cause it’s a LOT.

aka, look under the picture of the broadway queens. thank you.

-foreboding (targets part 2) will come your way soon. jo and i need to finish writing and editing.

-chapter 2 of out of a book is in the works. it will be a parr-centric chapter. -out of a book will go between boleyn-centric/parr-centric until i start working on chapter 6. chapter 6 and onward should be an even split or just about. -the title of the chapter is Scones and Coffee, by the way.

-aragon angst is finally being written. i was going to have the nightmare aragon has be set in historical times, but i can’t see myself doing it because i am not confident enough with history. so, i will set it in modern day instead.

-the boleyn fluff i promised jo is being plotted out as we speak. im gonna turn it into beheaded cousins fluff because i felt bad for asking for kitty angst lmao

-i might do some queen x reader one shots. they’re gonna be super cute, too. i think my favorite idea i had for one was jane seymour’s. cause stargazing and picnics. yeah. -if you guys actually want some queen x reader stuff i’ll write it for y’all.

-my apex legends fic titled spark of hope will have a release date pending in the next two months. with apex legends’ lore of it being a bloodsport, i have to properly think of the trigger warnings, tags, and so on. i also have to replay through titanfall 2 for the twentieth time, and play more apex legends to actually memorize the layouts of the maps (world’s edge/kings canyon). -i will probably release spark of hope as an Ao3 exclusive. i have the good understanding that i might have followers who are very sensitive to certain triggers involved in this, so i don’t want to put anyone in harm’s way.

-with new day, same queen getting ready to finish up in the next two weeks, it gives me more time to openly take requests and stuff. so if you have a prompt you’d like for me to do, once part 6 is finally up, come into my ask box and drop it in there. -cleves is part 4, she comes out friday. -seymour will be entering the world of the living next friday, april 17th. -howard will be the last queen to wake up on friday, april 24th. -pretty much a complete series which wow good job kit you did it lmao

-jo and i (mostly jo) are planning for a total of FOUR parts for targets. the last part is just us indulging in the softness of parrlyn but that’s besides the point. but, because the events of parts 2 and 3 are so emotionally charged, we decided to make it parrlyn because boleyn seems to be the only one that has been able to calm down a very angry parr. and it gives us two an opportunity to write out the complexity of parr’s emotions.

-so do y’all remember the ask that boleyn got from kitty about a prank? -rest assured i am actually writing that because jo and i accidentally plotted that out. -honestly it is the most hilarious thing we have thought of. -can you just imagine aragon dumping a whole ass bucket of water on boleyn and screaming “THE POWER OF OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST COMPELS YOU!” -part of me wonders how i think of this shit and i’m sober 99.9% of the time.

-sending in asks for the queens is ALWAYS welcome btw. i love responding as the queens and it gives me motivation to write for the queens that answer so... go for it.

-i am most definitely doing Six x [insert show here] stuff. will it probably be parrlyn singing something cute? yeah. -do i care? not really because it gives me an excuse to be a nerd. -i mean... writing fanfiction makes me a nerd but besides the point!!!

-speaking of, Six x Soho Cinders is apparently the actual brightest idea i’ve had on this account because almost if not 70 notes on it???? -like thank you??? so much???? -i honestly thought y’all were gonna be like “oh no here she goes again” but y’alL REALLY ACTUALLY MADE MY HEART HAPPY

i honestly cannot stress enough that i am grateful for all of you that follow me. for the ones that like my stuff. the ones that reblog. the ones who reply. ALL OF YOU. we are in hard times. the world is fucking terrifying. i mean, i’m an adult for fuck’s sake but i’m scared too. i write for you guys. let me explain what i mean:

i have spent a solid fifteen of the twenty years i have been alive on a stage of sorts. under a spotlight, or in an ensemble. i’m a semi-professional musician. i am a novice/amateur actress. i have played in a symphony orchestra.

during hard times is when people turn to the arts. whether they love seeing dancers fly across the stage, actors tell stories, visual artists create landscapes and portraits of scenes unknown... they’re all turning to these people for something i like to call a gift.

my former saxophone instructor is a well known man. he plays in a world renowned saxophone quartet. this man took a chance on me, and taught me the greatest thing i could ever learn as an artist of sorts.

the arts, performance or visual, are a gift. you are taking your raw emotions, your feelings... you’re making yourself vulnerable for the world to see. you are giving these people a light in their darkest times. you are helping them escape their cold realities for just minutes at a time. you are giving them a piece of you that you would only think to give to your significant other. you are taking something from your heart, filled with your emotions, and allowing someone else to be a part of that. and that is the greatest gift of all.

truth be told, that’s what i consider all of this writing. an art. it is as valid as dance and as music. as valid as painting. as valid as ceramics. as valid as any breathing and living art form out there.

so, for me to see that you all do enjoy this? it lets me know that this gift is well received. it’s... loved. it's in the right hands.

so from the bottom of my heart, thank you. thank you so much for not only allowing me the chance to do this, but for letting me into your lives.

i will see all of you later with the tumblr release of out of a book, and a video.

much love to all of you, kit

#Kano Announcements #Thoughts with Kit

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polygamyff · 5 years ago

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40. Part 8

I do feel bad about leaving Reign, but I think it’s best we just have us time, I mean if there is an us or not. I can’t really say right now, Robyn is still quiet with me, but I can only try. A lot has been said between us both but I am so hurt, like to think Robyn was never aware if she slept with anyone, I get she was feeling herself but to know that she was doing that, I can’t over the fact she wanted to know how it felt to be me, I mean who the hell would want to be me. I am a dickhead, I am ill as fuck and I can’t keep this beautiful woman happy, I am truly useless, maybe I am like my dad in a weird way. My dad is livid with me, but I called him about the home in Spain, he said I am kind of lucky because the maids have cleaned the home recently and it should be ready by the time we get there. My dad did ask why, he tried to be nosey and say why, I said to him just we need some time alone then he asked about Reign, but I said Terry will have her, speaking of Terry. Let me call her, Robyn is asleep, she fell asleep as soon as we got on the jet, she didn’t even wait. We did say a few words but there is still a lot of things needing to be ironed out, Robyn is hurt by me. She is hurt that I was never there for her and honestly I don’t blame her, I would be upset if Robyn wasn’t there for me. I am upset with myself; I hope Robyn doesn’t drink for a few days and is fine with that because I can’t deal with the fact she would need to be in rehab, I have a feeling that the paparazzi will be on our asses because of my stupid fucking family. I wouldn’t ever want Robyn to lose her license because of this either. Tapping on Terry’ name, I need to let her know. I don’t want Nalah having her all that time and I don’t want my family to have her, I only like that to be with when I am there or Robyn, she don’t need to be too exposed to the Davenport family, I need to still keep my daughter close to me “hi Maurice, this is different seeing you call?” I know she is shocked “uh yeah, I know. I just wanted to call you to let you know that your daughter is with me and that we have some things we need to speak on and go through. We are on the jet going to Spain, but Reign will be with you on Monday. I am sorry that it is so last minute, but it needs to be done Terry, I am sorry” I am not going to tell Terry what Robyn has been doing “oh is she ok? My poor baby” Terry asked “she is ok Terry; she is just hurt by me. I will make it right though, I promise you” I did hurt her daughter “she is sensitive Maurice, she is so fragile. Please take care of her, I have been worried, she has not called me. I just thought she needs to vent” poor Terry “she is with me; I will take good care of her, but Reign will be with you on Monday” Terry does know her daughter so well.

It’s been a while since I have been back in the place I used to call home, it’s weird to be back “you look happy, you’re smiling a lot” Robyn said, looking at the side of me “because I am back in Spain Robyn, it’s my home. I mean we came to Spain then, but this is my home, Mallorca. It’s a beautiful place Robyn. I missed it; I came here to the home, mhmmm last time was when I was twenty or twenty-one, and I came here but it’s been so long, but we here. I know you will love it. My dad renovated the home, we have had this home since I was in diapers, so I am excited to be here. I am also excited for you to see my home Robyn; I am sure you will love it just as I do” I can’t stop gushing over this “so would you call this your home? More than Texas?” Robyn questioned “I would say yes, this was all I knew. I went back to Texas now and then but here, man. Good times, to the point I didn’t even know my mom was my mom, but I felt like” I sighed out “I felt like Texas came with a lot of trouble, my dad became tense and he was mean. Like he would be telling me to man up, and stuff. When we were here, it was like a different world and I honestly missed my nanny. She was the best, I called her Mami. My mom didn’t like her, but it was just one of those things I guess” I shrugged “you never spoke on it, not like this. So, where you’re taking me is your dad’ home? Where you grew up?” nodding my head “he renovated it, but the layout is all the same, we have maids come to clean it. My dad said that it’s been cleaned, I didn’t say what or why. I just said Robyn and I are going there” the driver turned off “this home here, this is where my nanny stays. My dad bought this for her. Before I moved to Texas, she taught me everything, I need to visit her actually” I haven’t seen her in years.

I can’t stop smiling, like this shit is just home to me “when my dad tried me going to school over here, I would come home and here” I turned around “my nanny would be waiting, and I would be dropped off. I was like eight, I was so very close to her. My dad was on business but then my dad decided no, I want Maurice to travel with me” Robyn smiled at me “you’re so happy, it’s cute to see” taking Robyn’ case from her “No, tomaré tus casos. Dar una buena acogida” looking behind me, he is the guy that looks after the home when we are not here “No me importa, puedo hacerlo” I said to him, he snatched the case from me “this is Santiago, he takes care of the home. His wife Elena; they both live here while we aren’t here. When we are here they look after us” I explained to Robyn, looking back at Santiago “Santiago esta es mi novia, ella ha venido para quedarse. Estamos teniendo problemas, así que necesitamos un tiempo de descanso” I said to him “Oh no, ¿qué tal Noami? Ella se fue ahora” I chuckled “Santiago, don’t play stupid. He knows English too, say hi” he is funny “welcome, you are very beautiful” he held Robyn’ hand and pressed a kiss to her hand “she doesn’t understand Spanish, but if we speak Spanish long enough she will get angry” Santiago laughed “I will remember for next time” smiling at Robyn “I did get the Noami part?” Robyn said, walking slowly to the home “he said what about Noami, where did she go because I said I bought you here” I won’t add the girlfriend part “oh right, not everyone knows but I am sure he does, he is just being awkward” I know he is trying to be awkward.

Watching Elena close the door, Robyn looked in amazement “this is beautiful Maurice, wow” this is just the reception area “this is Elena, his wife. Elena, this is Robyn” Robyn looked behind her “hi” Robyn shook her hand “I will show you the bedroom, come” I said, I like that my dad did keep the layout around this home, I told him too “so to get to the bedrooms on this side of the home, always use these stairs. You can get lost, it’s only six bedrooms but there is so many sides to it, you can get to the bedrooms by using the stairs outside, there is a second set of stairs on the other side and then this is the third” walking up the steps “never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would be in a home like this, like wow” it is pretty amazing “well you can just unwind here, it’s peaceful. Outside is just amazing, so here. There is two rooms, this second door is actually my room. Like I grew up in this room, I will hold onto it” I laughed “but this, you can have this room, I just think that you may need your space, which doesn’t upset me. But you can just know that we are a bedroom apart” pushing open the door “thank you” Robyn said in a whisper “I don’t want you to think I don’t want you in the bed with me but you know, a lot has happened and I just you know, you’re the leader. You do what you need to do, I am here for you, but this room is spare. Only erm, if I remember” walking around the bed “Kellen stayed in this room once but it’s nice, but our balcony joins” I laughed, unlocking the doors “you just need to turn the key and pull up here, and push out” stepping onto the balcony “like I said it did join here, but I put a partition, but if you lean forward we can still communicate but yeah, look at the view” I turned around “this partially shows the bay of Palma, nice right?” Robyn nodded her head “it’s amazing, like it’s really what dreams are made of” I knew she would love it.

Locking the doors for Robyn “are you going to show me your room?” I laughed “you might want my room; you see with this room. It has no TV, I don’t actually have anything in that room, but I think I left like two suits here but yeah, why not. Come” I mean if Robyn wants to have my room, I don’t mind that either, walking out of the bedroom “put the case here” I said to Santiago “Robyn, these are the only two you will see around this home, you can ask them anything” walking to my room, I have never changed this room at all. Pushing open the door. My room has the living room attached to it, I think I have the biggest room here “oh I see why, you have a whole living room there” Robyn said “don’t mind that” I had to laugh, I haven’t really been back and I said to my dad do not touch anything of my room “what is this?” Robyn pointed at the light blue cloth “it was my erm” I laughed, I can’t stop laughing “I haven’t been back for so long but it’s my comforter when I was young, I would take it with me around the home sucking my thumb, I grew up though” Robyn snorted laughing, she is really laughing at me “you used to suck your thumb?” Robyn picked up my old comforter “yeah, It’s stupid. They should have thrown it” I am annoyed they didn’t, who told them to keep it “no, it’s cute Maurice. I mean I can tell it’s been around for years! Like the rips from it” chewing on my bottom lip “I would have a mental breakdown if not, I couldn’t sleep either. They would wash it and I would cry a lot, then I just grew up. I think honestly, Texas changed me and I just forgot about it. Like I said I came here when I was like twenty, I did see it but I just placed it on my side table. I think they clean it and put it back. My nanny said I would sleep by putting this over my face and they hated it, I think it was more because of my illness, I was in hospital and like, I was scared I guess. My nanny gave me it and since, I kept it” I talk too much “you was scared so you kept it, that was is cute” it’s pretty dumb to me.

Robyn is very amazed by the home, she just keeps looking around “I feel like this will be the place to unwind, I suddenly feel stress free already” it’s nice to hear that “how are you feeling? Oh, I told your mom where you are, she said she has been worried she couldn’t believe you didn’t contact her. She was very concerned but wanted you to let it out” I thought I would tell her that “I needed my space, going through everything, you know” nodding my head “I understand, well you got me. I am just going to do some work here in Spain, Ally is on holiday and so am I, but all is well. You mean more to me” Robyn does look more vibrant “I just needed to get out of it, I needed to just live in a dreamland, be away from everything. Jacob is right, if I was going to do anything I would do it with you, even if we are not together. Least I know you” nodding my head “thank you I will do anything to make you better, I just need to heal too. I hurt you so I guess we can heal together” Robyn smiled “we can” she agreed.

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volcanofireflame150 · 5 years ago

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Flames of the Heart

Story Series; Ch10

Chapter 9

So, Suho was informed on what was going on with what is going to happen if we don't do anything about this person on who is living in Yixing's Kingdom. Raven and myself are on our way to the Thunder Kingdom and the guards were noticing that this is urgent for Chen to know on what is going on. We went through the gates and then went straight to Chen's Castle, the guards that were at the gates were now following us 2, blocking everyone from talking to me which is good and somewhat bad on my part but this was important. So we finally got to Chen's castle, all the guards at the castle saw the other guards around us 2 did not question on why we are here they just let us in.

We went inside, I told Raven to stay put, then went to the throne room where Chen should be. Thankfully that he was alone in his throne room, Raven was keeping a sharp eye on the guards so they wouldn't interrupt on what is going on, so I got close to Jongdae and I haven't even said anything but he said to me, "Don't get even closer to me, Ember, I'm tired of listening of complaints about no rain or storms to water everyone's crops." "What are you talking about?" I asked. He looked and saw the look on my face that I came here for something else, he sat up really quick and asked, "What is it that you need?" "Actually I'm here to inform you like I did with King Junmyeon," I said, "King Jongdae, I was in the Flight Kingdom and noticed that Kris is acting like not like himself, in fact that Kris that is sitting on the throne of the Flight Kingdom is nothing but a clone!" "I KNEW IT!!" shouted Chen, "I knew I wasn't the only one." "You knew about you have a clone as well?" I asked. He looked at me surprised, "Continue on." "Yes, I went into the room that is near the kitchen and.." I was cut off when I saw the same layout of the door of Chanyeol's foyer room and the room of the 6 clones were in. I pointed towards the door, "That door, from when I wasin the Flight Kingdom, lead me to a room filled with 6 capsules, the 6 clones were you, Suho, Baekhyun, Kai, Chanyeol, and Sehun. The person who made these clones moved to Yixing's kingdom so they can finish with the rest of the kings on this land of EXO." "Well, what are we waiting for?" asked Chen, "Let's go tell Baekhyun, Kai, Sehun and Chanyeol, assuming you want Chanyeol to know all this last don't you?" "You are very clever," I said, "And I thought either Baekhyun or Chanyeol to be the brightest of the 12 kingdoms." "We all have our smart ways but let's go," said Chen. So, Chen, Raven, and myself were off to Baekhyun's Kingdom since it was closer and Fluorescence sees us because she was talking to her brother Jeonghan, she let us in, then watched us go in the Light Kingdom where Raven and myself stand out the most because we are in vibrant colors but aside from that, we went to Baekhyun's castle. I told the guards to let Baekhyun know that Chen and myself are coming and we want to be alone with him because this is serious business. Chen opened up the door and let me through first, then we finally reached to Baekhyun's throne room, Baekhyun sees us then dismissed his butlers, maids, and his guards because my face says that I and Chen are only here for him alone. Baekhyun asked, "How can I help you, 2?" "Ember, say on what you said to both me and Suho," said Chen. I nodded then spoke, "King Byun Baekhyun, ruler of the Light Kingdom, I am here with Chen to tell you on what I saw in the castle of the Flight Kingdom. I was in a room where I knew something was wrong because King Kris, I believe on whoever is on that throne is not the real Kris." "I believe you because Fluorescence came back from a shopping trip over there and I saw a sour look on her face," said Baekhyun, "So, she said the exact same thing." "Did she tell you that there are clones of you, Chen, Suho, Chanyeol, Kai, and Sehun?" I asked. Yeah, he stopped talking and asked, "Are they alive?" "No, but I was stupid enough to let them out but I was smart enough to knock the 6 out and put them back in the capsules," I said, "I only told Luhan, Tao, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, Suho, and Chen on what's going to happen. I haven't told Kai, Sehun, Chanyeol, and Lay because I want Chanyeol and Lay to be the last ones to know on what's going, I'm just going to give you guys a heads up on to keep a sharp eye for any traitor in your kingdoms, Baekhyun and Jongdae. That includes your butlers, maids, and guards." "Including Fluorescence's family members?" Baekhyun asked, in a scared voice. I shook my head, "Minus Yami, Ayno, Baron, and Jeonghan, besides they will need to know on what I had seen through my eyes." "Alright because I do not want to get another ass beating from Fluorescence," said Baekhyun. Chen asked, "Did she beat you when Kai was going to beat you up?" "He didn't have to, she already found out because she's an Angel and she's almost everything including on what I did to poor Ace the Centaur," he said, "I'm still sore after that ass beat." After that confession that Fluorescence terrifies the hell out of poor Baekhyun, but that's not my problem. Wow, do I have to be like that towards Chanyeol? I mean Lulu is not like that towards Sehun, well, that thought went away when Chen said, "If you are thinking that Sehun is not afraid of Lulu, you are VERY wrong on that." "Why is that?" I asked. Chen looked at me, "She's violent, she practically almost all the guards in the Flight Kingdom because those guards were threatening her kind. That includes the High Elves, Dark Elves, Wood Elves, and Orcs." "Oh shoot," I said, "Anything else?" "One time Sehun was trying to order Lulu's sister, Lynn-Rose, around and let's just say Sehun did not sit down for a whole month that's how protective Lulu can be when it's about her sister." "Oh damn," I said, "But I don't understand she's so sweet and caring, how does that fit into someone like her?" "Everyone has their dark secrets," said Chen. Oh shoot, I think I discovered my dark secret, if I get very very angry I tend to go full blown phoenix, I think that I'm part Fire phoenix as well. Chen sees the look on my face then said, "I don't want to even know." "You'll know soon enough when we get to Chanyeol," I said. So, we informed Kai which didn't take long, Kai was already on the move since I saw Raven saying on what I said to Chen, Baekhyun, and Suho. Now we are on our way to Sehun's castle, which I was hearing someone yell in a very booming voice. Chen said, "That must be Lulu, something tells me that Sehun did something wrong to really set her off." "I'll go in," I said, "She doesn't scare me." So, I went inside and Lulu was indeed yelling at Sehun, I just stood aside to find out on what he did this time. Sehun asked Lulu, "Could you please calm down?" "How can I calm down while my sister is out there somewhere probably kidnapped," said Lulu. Now that she mentioned Lynn-Rose being considered missing, Vernon was with her 3 days ago, I walked in and Lulu looked at me and said, "Now is not the time for a friendly visit." "I'm here on a serious situation going on," I said, "Before I can say on what's going on, Lulu, I know where Lynn-Rose is at." "Do you now?" asked Sehun. I answered, "Her and Vernon are dating, I saw Lynn-Rose with my brother 3 days ago." "Are you? Are you serious?" asked Lulu, sounding very calm, "Well, that explains on why she keeps getting these flowers from a secret love crush." "Anyways, now that you know on what your sister is doing," said Sehun, "Can we hear on what you have to say Ember?" "First off, I need to let Chen know that its safe to come in," I said to them. Chen walked in with me, Sehun and Lulu were curious to know on what I had to say, Chen said to Sehun, "You better shut up and listen to what she has to say because this is serious." "Yes it is because I only informed Suho, Kai, Luhan, Tao, Kyungsoo, Xiumin, and Baekhyun on what is going on." "Alright," said Sehun. I continued, "When I was visiting the Flight Kingdom, the one who is sitting on Kris' throne is not the real Kris, not only that, I went to a room that had 6 capsules and there 6 clones of Chen, Suho, Kai, Baekhyun, you, and Chanyeol. I haven't informed Chanyeol and Yixing yet because I am going to tell them last." "Why not Kris?" asked Sehun. Chen said, "Sehun, use your head! Kris is not there in his kingdom, the Kris that is on that throne of the Flight Kingdom is a fake Kris! It's a clone of Kris!" "Oh, well what caught my attention that there were 6 clones? Wouldn't that Kris be the 7th clone?" he asked. He made a very good point but I corrected, "The 6 are still asleep, and the clone of you Sehun is a lot hotter than you." "Really?" asked Lulu, that got Sehun's attention. He exclaimed, "Oh hell no! He better not take you away from me! Whoever made these clones must pay for almost trying to take away my one and only queen!" Then we see Sehun cling onto Lulu, when Chen and myself walked out I told him to gather Baekhyun, Xiumin, Kyungsoo, Kai, Suho, Sehun, Lulu Fluorescence, Tao, and Luhan to meet me at Chanyeol's castle because it's time that I break a certain giant to his senses.

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paksenarrion-reader replied to your post “The Cat Came Back”

Tracer's instanope is just about as beautiful as the first time it had ben, and her jumping from that straight to "well it appears I 'ad me bloody skull cracked open for nothing, now, innit" is incredible. No questions asked, just an "oh, okay then, BOOM, now I'm on top again"

Ahahah YES Tracer being like wow this is the perfect moment to assert the fact that PHARAH OWES ME NOW.

the meat of the conversation between the Amaris, which kinda really shows THEY DO NOT KNOW HOW TO HAVE A CONVERSATION, they mostly just exchange data and fencing blows, hits as hard and as raw as I could ever hope for anyone to write and I thank you for this gift

Yes exactly! Thank you for liking it! They are both so skilled at what they do but when it comes to talking to each other they are G A R B A G E there’s years of history and tension and OH BY THE WAY MY MOM PRETENDED TO BE DEAD FOR YEARS.

Tracer literally trying to eat snacks while watching the live-action Arabic telenovela in front of her, my god, Winston is like a solid 90% of her survival instinct.

How Tracer is still alive to this day is the world’s greatest mystery to us all.

and right next to that, the Amaris opposite in what they do and identical in how they do it. Poetry. AND THERE’S THE NOBLE TRYING WHICH VERY NOBLY DOESN’T WORK, because even in her one moment of honesty Ana backs away into being a snarky piece of ass, I love it

YES. My big arc THING with Pharah and Ana is that Ana and pharah are very much alike, in ways that I think Pharah would hate, but Pharah is a chance to DO BETTER, and Pharah TRIES more than Ana ever did.

interspersed with the drama of Tracer, and I can barely tell if Lena is genuinely entertained by ALL THAT happening, or if she’s desperately trying to make literally any of it hurt less by distraction and humour, and it feels like both, and it’s beautiful and I again thank you for this gift

HMMMMMMMMM *waggles eyebrows*

BADLY AND FOR LOVE AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I MADE MYSELF LAUGH WITH THIS I CONFESS

MOR REPLIES UNDER THE CUT THANK YOU ALL

you clearly like 76 more than I do, which tbh isn’t all that hard to achieve, but I loved how “@God: thx for my life” he is, how easily he slips back into the comfort of having his right hand woman at his side again

I wouldn’t even say i love 76 at all or anything, I don’t love any of the old three all that much, they’re all pretty shit, but I do think that fandom has missed out on a lot of opportunities with Jack. I was talking above about *WARNING SPOILERS FOR THE EVENTUAL ARC OF THIS UNIVERSE* Pharah being chance for Ana to do better, and I actually feel that way about the old three, with Jack being surpassed by his recruit Tracer, who, unlike him, can’t be broken and made bitter by the world. Gabe being surpassed by McCree, (who yes will eventually join overwatch) who can learn to stop making a mistake once he’s made it. It’s a who chance to do better, and I think so many people who have done games a lot are so used to the “grizzled soldier” trope that Jack never really got a chance on his own recognizance to be interesting. I think he has just as much potential as anyone.

and I don't know if this is what you intended, but in the closing scene with the birds you managed to nail the Five of Cups tarot card imagery pretty damn perfect: a weeping figure facing three chalices that are knocked over, paying no heed to the two chalices behind him that are still upright also, the birds are the light of my life, and I thank you for my life

I did not! BUT I FEEL UNINTENTIONALLY CLEVER and THANK YOU SO MUCH

verbforverb replied to your post “The Cat Came Back”

I feel my commentary on the actual plot may be limited by not having the foggiest who these people are, but your word choice and eye for detail, like the little conversation about the drinks at the end, was still lovely to read

NO THANK YOU FOR READING AND COMMENTING

This was wonderful, i loved the intercutting of the emotional conversation with the entire group listening was great. also thanks for making me astral project back a decade to the uk french syllabus. And i approve of tracer's prawn cocktail crisps

AHAHAHAHA Thank you, I laughed so hard thinking of Tracer in French class and how absolute rubbish/garbage/ordures she must have been at it, and she probably remembers like 5 things. I KNEW IF NO ONE ELSE DID YOU WOULD KNOW WHAT CHIPS THEY WERE G O D I LOVED THOSE/

moonlight1130 replied to your post “The Cat Came Back”

I really liked all the description of the scene and layout of the OW apartment. Also lol at Jack living over the garage. I wasn't expecting him to be as happy to see Ana, but the way you conveyed the scene really fits.

Thank you! I’ve given all this a ton of thought--IN A RARE MOMENT OF CONSIDERING ANYTHING CANON, I was remembering Jack and Ana together in the Reflections comic, and how all they seemed to have was each other, and it was sort of a building block for my take of “hm no one likes us I guess we’ll hang out together” But don’t worry JACK WILL HAVE HIS TIME FOR GETTING MAD AT ANA TOO.

I really loved how Fareeha consciously chose not to speak in Arabic at first. “not wanting her mother to come out of her mouth” I really liked that line. but then as the emotions heat up she slips into the language anyway.

Thank you!!! That was literally my favorite thing in the whole dumb fic ahaha

moonlight1130 replied to your post “The Cat Came Back”

The choice of where to cut to "keep reading" was quite the hook. I thought Tracer was mad at Ana for a sec, and was not expecting her to be instead wigged out about her coming back from the dead. Also such a little nosy shit the whole time during the Amari's argument. loved it

Thank you!!

Also the scene with Pharmercy at the end. Angela doesn’t know what to say but is unconditional support.

I was literally sitting there going “jesus fuck what do you even say” and so nothing sounded right.

#paksenarrion-reader #verbforverb #moonlight1130

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vspirit8 · 7 years ago

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Call me an easy-to-please dumbass but...

All the decisions Hanyu’s made in his career thus far have turned out to be practical, and sound ones (even when they didn’t seem like it at first) while remaining exciting. This one is no less so, even if it might seem disappointing at first. Why is this, you ask? Let’s put a few things (28, to be exact) into perspective (I’m not blindly positive, y’all):

Hanyu’s winning pattern has always been one problematic skate, and one redeeming and/or explosive one.

Prior to 2012, his SPs were almost always uh-oh! while his FSes were what saved his ass (even if they weren’t super clean).

Post-2012, but pre-2015, when he skated clean, it’s almost always only in the SP.

When he finally skated *both* programs clean in a single competition, he did it with Ballade No. 1 in its second season and SEIMEI in its 3rd competition–more than a decade since he first started skating competitively.

SEIMEI is also the first FS he’s ever skated clean, like *truly* clean, and the first time he skated it clean was also following a clean SP performance. To date, it remains the *only* FS he’s skated clean more than once, and the only one he’s skated well *twice* despite following a clean SP.

Skating it clean following a clean SP means he wasn’t simply chasing, but he was utterly and purely dominating—that was his very first taste of it and methinks the boy man Likes the Feeling Very Much.

In the 2016 WC, after two clean sets of performances in prior competitions, he reverted to the clean-SP-problematic-FS pattern.

And in WC 2017, he flipped the switch and it’s now back to his whoops!SP and explosive!FS pattern.

If there’s anything he wants more than a second Ollie gold, it’s two clean skates on the Ollie stage (preferably preceded by clean skates in prior comps). Especially so since he’s pulling double duty in going for that 2nd gold *and* proving to the world that he rightfully deserves his first one.

So based on his pattern all these years, he’s only been able to pull off complete dominance for part of a single season, and that’s with a recycled SP and the only FS he’s skated clean twice.

Chances of him skating clean next season, the most crucial one, with two brand new progs: next to 0 (not with his anal retentive fusspot tendencies)

The feelings for SEIMEI he has are so strong, he’s apparently already decided it was gonna be his Ollie program after GPF15, a decision he’s stuck to despite his poor showing of it in WC 2016. I think his fanboyism of Mansai and all the lovely input he’s gotten from the man himself prolly also played a critical part in his choice.

So it’s a good program in his mind that’s left him with unfinished business with it, since he’s essentially never skated it clean in a major championship, national *and* international, a development that basically told him it’s still too early to pack the program in and consider it a perfectly done piece with no more room to grow. Sides, he’s put in so much effort in the making of the program, from the music to the choreography, it stands to reason he’d want to get some more mileage out of it, if he could.

So his choices, as of end 2015, were a brand new SP and SEIMEI or a repeat SP and SEIMEI. Depending on how he performed LGC in the 2016/17 season, it would either be his Ollie SP or it would be something else.

If it leaves him with good feelings, he’ll either use it again or chance a new SP.

Sadly, that didn’t happen and instead, he was left with negative feelings and mental impression for both the program itself and SPs in general, so no repeat of LGC and his mind is telling him his mental focus probably won’t be able to handle a brand new SP in the Ollie season. Not especially if he wants to up his tech further while increasing even more bells and whistles.

At this point, (end of the 2016/17 season), everything is telling him to reuse Chopin and SEIMEI.

But because he is Hanyu and he’s already upped his tech last season, he has to either maintain or up it further.

And because he’s reusing both programs, he’s left with no reason to not raise his tech content level and it’s gotta be way bigger than last season.

All in all, if we want him to skate clean on the Ollie stage while still doing what he always does, well, we’re getting it.

But if we want him to skate clean with one new program just to please us fans despite all the above, then I think we’re asking for the impossible, even from the guy who’s been giving us the impossible all these years.

We’ve got two new and beautiful programs last season. If this were another season, and not an Ollie one, I’m willing to bet we’d have at least one new program.

So let the guy do what he thinks will allow him to win in the way he wants to on a stage he’s been looking to deliver his best on since he was 7. I think he’s proven himself enough to deserve unconditional support in getting there.

Delivering his absolute best is one but, let it be said that we *still* don’t know what his absolute best can amount up to, only the promise of it and that’s already so far above and beyond what everyone else in the field is capable of delivering right now, it’s not even funny anymore.

If there’s anyone who can build something that’ll make the world’s collective jaws drop even further than they did before with the same programs but *better*, it’s Yuzuru Hanyu.

And remember, if he skates clean at the Ollies, for most of the world, it would be their first time going slack-jawed. Especially amidst all the warhorses. SEIMEI is definitely going to make them sit up and pay attention. Because not only is it different (being definitively non-Western), it is bold, it is powerful, and it is fierce. Plus, it oozes a sort of masculinity most have never seen before in men’s FS. And it appeals to a wider range of audience, no matter their culture, because it’s just such an obviously damn cool program. So people who’s always made fun of men figure skating will have to STFU.

If it’s any other skater, this might be seen as lazy and playing it safe, but then I ask myself this: has Yuzuru Hanyu *ever* been lazy? And since when did 5-quads start being considered as safe? All he’s doing is entrusting his ultimate dream and desire to a *program* he trusts. Not a layout. A program. So that he’d be free to chance a high-flying layout packed to the high heavens with transitions and exquisitely performed elements–without having to kill or maim himself in the process. Which means, the only thing disappointing about it is that it isn’t a brand new program. That’s it. And if I have to sit through an entire season of watching a program I like again to see it taken to never-seen-before heights, as opposed to a brand new program I may not like as much and watching him struggle and make compromises in order to simply *deliver*, and during Ollie season at that, it’s a no-brainer which I’m going to go with.

What Hanyu wants to do isn’t just to win and to wow. He wants to completely dominate and he wants to go down in history doing it. He’s gotten a taste of it two seasons back and wants to make damn sure he gets to relive it again, preferably for a longer stretch this season and most definitely covering the Ollies and perhaps even the WC in Milan. And these two programs are his best chance at achieving just that next season.

Really, there’s just way too much at stake for him to not do this. Our brains know this, but some of us still can’t help but feel just a wee bit disappointed in our hearts. Still, as long as we know where he’s coming from, those of us who are disappointed will likely come around sooner or later, because we know what truly matters this season and would conclude that we’d have made the same choices if we were in his shoes. If we’re even the teeniest bit invested in him, we won’t even have a choice about it, I guarantee it.

As for me personally, I’m just fawning over the fact that the whole world is finally going to get to know SEIMEI, not just the FS one. And it’ll stand out so beautifully among all the warhorses. SEIMEI is an Olympic-worthy program and in hindsight, no amount of new programs has a more rightful place, especially since it’s proven itself more than worthy once before, and even left its skater room to develop it further.

And get this, it’s not even my favorite program from him. LoL. It’s #3 on my list at best, so I was neither hoping for it nor against it. But now that we’ve got it, I can now see it so clearly for what it really is. Plus, there are bonuses that only SEIMEI can afford. If he skates it clean with higher tech content, he’d be able to corner the judges into giving him scores that at least match what the 2015 judges gave him for the same program. Because imagine the kind of questions they’ll have to answer if they don’t. And with this, he’ll be able to surpass his old scores with his BV. It is the one surefire megaweapon he has against his younger rivals that was cultivated long before they are the threat they are today as well as iffy judging (in a way, I feel that his hand was forced) and it’s time he reaped and harvested the fruits of his foresight, talent and hard work.

So there is everything to celebrate and absolutely nothing to feel disappointed over. Not for friggin’ SEIMEI as the Olympic program for the Yuzuru Hanyu.

(Admittedly, I was a tad disappointed back when he announced he’d be doing Chopin for the third time, but knowing the mess LGC left behind in his mind, I forced myself to accept it and after what he’s shown us of it in FaOI, I’ve come to wholeheartedly embrace it.)

I don’t know if all this will result in gold still, seeing as there are still very human factors involved in the judging, but if he delivers everything clean in PC, I’m going to consider it a win in my books.

And yes, I’d still like to see him make more history with new programs so hopefully he’ll stick around for at least one more season after this and we’ll get to see him doing that.

One thing though…the guy is now a confirmed LIAR. Cos he’s said right after WTT that he has no plans for the Ollie season and here he is claiming he’s already decided SEIMEI would be his Ollie program right after GPF15.

I get that he wanted to dodge those interview questions, and what he said was very obviously a lie (because only a bigger dumbass than me would believe anyone hoping to make it to the Ollies the next year who says they have no plans at least 2636351 years in advance, much less him) and I’m not sure if there’s anything else he could’ve done but flat out lie but it amuses me to no end to be able to loudly call him out as a big fat liar. xxxxD

#yuzuru hanyu #that lying sack of...#...star dust #and bird feathers #and molten lava #men's figure skating #figure skating

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no2da · 8 years ago

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dream diary, my guys have fun

i was in a friends home, it was at night and i think i was supposed to cat sit? no one was at home (to my knowledge) but im talking to someone? probably myself?? the apartment was so huge and some of the rooms looked like the original walls had been removed and new ones been built to change the layout completely and i was asking the person who i was talking to where the bathroom was cause i couldnt find it and then i looked into the parents bedroom and theres just a doorway arch without door and a stair leading down and the steps are laid out with tiles and at the bottom i can see a bathroom and im just thinking, oh wow i thought this was a flat, also. lol they have no bathroom door you can hear everyone shit from the beds. and i wanted to go down there and i thought, must suck for the parents to have everyone go through their bedroom to go use the toilet. and when was downstairs i realized the bathroom wasnt a bathroom but just a narrow hallway and there were some doors leading into rooms and one rooms door was slightly open and light was coming out and i was like, shit!!!! and i run upstairs and when im in the bedroom again i whisper really angrily ‘why didnt you tell me theres still someone here ???!! ‘ and then i go down again cause i wanna know who is there and i peak through the gap between the door and its some kid watching tv and she turns around and looks me straight in the eye and i fucking run away that was so scary. i run into one of the other rooms and barricade the door and sit there and im having the image in my head of me cutting the throat of that kid with a sickle and hearing, that would solve the problem, and then im like, no!! and see myself cutting my own throat with the sickle and im like, THAT would solve my problem you sick fuck, and then i can see whats happening out the door and theres the kid standing with a sickle about to ram it into the wood and then im outside again but she didnt notice me and i grab her arm and softly say, no, and then im in another room and theres someone with me and also a cat and the other person is doing embroidery and im playing with the cat with their yarn and i try to roll the thread back and the other person says they dont want it anymore cause the cat had it in its mouth.

i woke up for a bit cause the dorm next to mine is getting renovated and they made some noise but i fell asleep again

all the characters from naruto where having like a banquet for borutos anime debut, and they werent animation but real life people, like sasuke was some middle aged dude wearing the shittiest wig and tenten a rly tall black girl, also tenten was the owner of the venue where the party was hold. this was in the late evening it was dark already. then everyone noticed that boruto wasnt even there so they started a search for him. this lead out of the city. there were like only two locations (it was around sunset now), one was a still picture of a highway crossing and the other was a highway along a huge field of wheat. boruto was in that field for idk what reason, there was also a black kid with bleached hair and a rifle sneaking around in there. the search troupe werent aware of them and were looking on the other side of the highway. then there was a small explosion followed by a gun shot in the field. at one end we now could see a couple police guys swat gear ?? and a drone was flying over the field. could see boruto dodging the shot from the swat guys but couldnt dodge the drone. the kid with a rifle was standing a couple meters away not being fast enough for any real reaction. then choji and his mom and dad were there, jumping in and like, matrix like blowing the fucking bullets away, ,,. then everyone was like lets go back home we saved boruto blah and some guy was like, anyone know this kid (with the rifle) but no one knew him but they took him back to the city with them, and on the way back there was the still picture of the crossing again and someone commented, hey, the sun hasnt moved one bit but our search lasted hours? also didnt we start the search at night why is it still sunset?

idk who made this comment but naruto tried to dismiss it and then we were back at tentens restaurant and someone (I Cant remember) was leading shikamarus child in there (still like a toddler) cause they thought the father was in there, but tenten told them he wasnt there but they were like, oh well lets still let him wait for him here and brought him to their usual table and josuke and okuyasu (whatefuck are you guys doing here) were sitting at the table and okuyasu gave tenten a compliment on her new suit. when the person who brought the child was gone tenten went into the kitchen and talked to one of the waitresses about how weird that was and she was really worried about something called an ACADEMIA and suspecting something to happen, then the kitchen door opened and some huge ass slimey meat blob came through and it had a mouth and when it opened it we could see its tongue and its tongue had a mouth again (haha) and shikamarus kid was like, slowly coming out of that second mouth and it was crying and the thing was starting to talk and it said it was an ACADEMIA (my guy thats the name of this fucking alien thing what the fuck ,mind the capital letters) and how it needs to kill all life forms that arent ACADEMIAs and then the waitress started screaming and took one of those huge metal trays for baking and just starts beating the alien with it and it was just like fucking putty but the thing about those aliens was that they could regenerate if left alone, so tenten and the waitress shoved the thing under a pantry so it wouldnt have the space to become big again and they also folded the edges of the, flat putty thing over, so it coudlnt grow limbs?? (it didnts even have limbs in the first place waht) and after that was done tenten realized that shikamarus kid was gone now too, killed along w the alien and she had a come up with something now

and while this happened in the kitchen >>I<< (but, i wasnt watching the whole thing from >my< perspective i was still watching it all like in a movie and suddenly i am an actor in it) showed up at the restaurant and just started, grocery shopping there?? i bought a weird moldy lemon (only because a waitress convinced me to buy it and i cant say no), a lemon the size of a melon, a pack of tiny muffins and one huge muffin, and chocolate covered biscuits, white chocolate and some weird ass red one. and i stole the shopping cart i just took it home with me, and i lived in some weird ass run down shit house with a netto right next to it and i fucking go grocery shopping in a restaurant instead, i bring the fucking shopping cart with me into the kitchen and a family is there while i unpack the groceries, and im. like. posing for one of their family members. i dont know these people and they dont know im not really the person they think i am but im not even in disguise. so i put the muffins on the counter and say i bought the huge one for (i forgot the name) and the white chocolate biscuits for (i forgot the name too), they were the two daughters. muffin was the younger one and biscuits the older one, but then older one comes up to the counter and takes the muffin and looks at me really knowingly and says thanks in a rly weird way and im just, shit. i fucked up they know now im not the real thing. and i just try to play it cool take the lemons and go back to my room.

and my room is . the set for a historical play about suffragettes im writing and and all the actors and technicians etc are there and deedee is there too and shes asking me to give her a role in the play and i want her to play one of the suffragettes (note: the costumes for the suffragettes were mainly made out of belts, weird) and of course the character deedee plays must be a lesbian too but my director says she can only have a crush on another woman whos already married to a man, no requited romance cause i already wrote another gay couple in the script and there cant be two according to him and that pissed me off so i want to take it out on his favorite male character. he was supposed to have a party hosted at his house and i change the scene so the party is somewhere else. i put down the lemons on my bed and climb on it to take down the wall carpet, which was like, essential for the guys party scene, idk why my bed was in the scene. the carpet was super gross like tons of dust and lady bugs and there were even. tiny plants sprouting from it and i verbally let my anger out on the guy and he gave me a vacuum cleaner so i could clean and while i try to suck in some lady bugs and in that moment the bag is apparently full and so fucking full that the shit comes out at the tube and the end piece and there are tons of bugs and i just let it drop cause it scares me and the older sister who exposed me tells me to change the bag and takes my lemons and i just wanna cry cause the fucking bugs are on my bed and i dont wanna open that thing and she took my lemons!!! but im strong and go get a new bag and open the vacuum and cleaner and for some reason i have a pair of scissors now and cut open the old full bag (WHY WOULD I DO THIS) and theres bugs crawling everywhere, silver fish and lady bugs and im just sitting in this pile of shit, good morning

#sweet dreams

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squaredancing-weston · 8 years ago

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para || Brobastian: The Masquerade, 12/16/2016

Tagging: @sebadasssmythe and @squaredancing-weston

Time: Friday evening, 16 December 2016

Setting: William McKinley High School Gymnasium, Lima, OH

Summary: Brody and Sebastian run into each other at the Masquerade Fundraiser

Part 4

"I'm sure that's why you have to seek out satisfaction in other forms, as well, right?" Brody retorted with a sly smirk. "Or why you have them make up in action what they can't express properly in words. Bah-- modesty. I mean, think of all the great things great leaders of our time have accomplished by hubris, right?" he teased. God, if Trump hadn't actually won the damned election, there would be so many funny jokes to insert during their conversations. Too bad it was just killed the mood now. Brody chuckled, "Seriously. I mean, I can't imagine you ever went through a vanilla stage, but now especially, that extra flavor really is imperative." Actually, that was Brody as well-- although he had gone through a vanilla phase, of course, he personally hated the ones who just went through the motions. He was willing to give most a second chance, though, unlike Bas. The older teacher rolled his eyes, "Ah, yes-- the hot/crazy //scale//. On a graph. Imperative to get that right." A barking laugh escaped him, "Yeah, in more ways than one, I imagine.

"Brody nodded, lips pursed in faux seriousness. "Yeah, for my sake," he agreed, eyes flickering mischievously. "Because I was the one that could barely limp to bed, flopped like a dead fish before passing out dead on the mattress..." he teased lightly, a small smile playing against his somber expression. The night had been a blur, definitely, but certain things he couldn't forget. And one was Bas, eyes closed, hair disheveled, completely spent, on the mattress beside him. Maybe because Brody had been worried-- just a little-- that he was going to have to leave. To be dismissed. Brody didn't want to go to his own house, to sleep alone on Thanksgiving; arguably an odd holiday to be desperate for some cold comfort, but it was his. And when Bas hadn't objected to the way Brody had pulled back the covers, had shifted close, but refrained from actually pulling him in ...it was a nice moment, and he remembered it.

Brody swallowed thickly at Sebastian's assertion-- he couldn't have "wanted to" that night? Bastard. Even if Brody had been a little controlling throughout, he still would have gone for that if Bas had mentioned it-- he was pretty sure. It sounded hot, anyways. "Can you? No wonder you don't bring people back to your place then, because no headboard and shitty furniture would make me skeptical, even with your skills and //commanding// presence.""Oh, you're a generous guy, Bas-- I wouldn't insult you otherwise," Brody acknowledged, forcing his mind to block out those green eyes staring up at him, mouth full of cock. Fuck. "What I'm saying is if you can get it from all sides, you seem like the kind of guy to to take full advantage of that. I mean, tell me I'm wrong?" Definitely not wrong-- Brody remembered perfectly how tight Bas was around him, the sounds he made while he pulled at the man's cock while taking him from behind. Brody still got off on it, fingers curling against the wall of the shower as he stroked his own dick most mornings. "Exactly, and afterwards you suddenly have all these nice professional connections-- for corporate law?," he added with a smirk. "That can't be coincidence." He shook his head in amusement, "I'm sure it was."

"A blazer and tie in high school makes you look like you've got a stick up your ass," Brody argued, rolling his eyes. He'd understood the practicality of uniforms, especially as a teacher, but they'd never appealed to him personally. But Bas' scoff made him grin, "Yeah-- with all those back corners and unsupervised locations, it really did sometimes," he replied with a suggestive inflection. Not that Brody had really taken part of that sort of thing during school hours, but he definitely had learned the campus layout well. "Okay, fine. I can see your point," he conceded-- he probably would have figured out his own leanings a lot faster with someone like Bas wandering around a same-sex campus. "I swear, Bas, did you ever even know there //was// a closet?" Those green eyes fixed on him, and Brody's breath hitched. "And yet..." What was he saying? Hadn't he been arguing something at some point?

Bas wasn't shoving him off, so Brody took the whole interaction as a good sign so far. Which was good, because he was right up against the man, his erection pushing hard against the other's pants, and it was still not close enough. Bas' fingers were knotted into his hair, and Brody vaguely wished he had more, before continuing his conquest of the younger man's mouth, tongue sliding past his lips to assert his dominance over the other. His hands clambered eagerly, one yanking against Bas' shirt to get beneath the fabric, nails digging up the arch of his back. The other kept a firm grip on his shoulder, gripping in rhythm to the grinding that Brody hadn't realized he'd started against Sebastian's thigh. "Fuck...quiet, quiet..." he breathed in the other's ear between pants-- he'd gotten way too used to talking since graduating. He could keep his voice down, he was pretty sure, but he honestly wasn't certain now if Bas was the one that they should be worried about while they did this.

"Well, I need to be appreciated for everything that I am, Brodes," Sebastian agreed with a smirk. "I mean, complimenting myself is fun and all, but it's not nearly as satisfying as hearing it from someone else." Actually, though, Brody had been pretty damn complimentary in bed. It was yet another thing to add to the list of reasons why he couldn't get sex with the older man out of his mind. "Yeah, well - my first few times were pretty vanilla. I like to think I worked my way up to what I am today." He threw in a wink towards the older man. "Absolutely. So you see why it's so important to me."

"Mm, but you're conveniently forgetting the part where you were half-dead and I took pity on you. I just didn't want you to feel like you were letting me down by tapping out." He huffed. "This is what I get for doing you a favour." He was pretty sure he was outright lying at this point - and it wasn't even a very convincing one, but his pride couldn't seem to let it go. He had been a mess, his legs like jello as he practically melted into the mattress face first, barely registering when Brody had shifted under the covers with him. It had been a nice feeling. Something that he wasn't really used to. Well, not in his own place, anyway - but he certainly hadn't been complaining, not quite wanting for the night to end abruptly with Brody leavng. That might make him a hypocrite, but whatever - it was hardly something he didn't know about himself already.

He rolled his eyes. "Or I just don't want people that I've slept with knowing where I live. I'd end up having to move by the end of the month." He hummed thoughtfully, nodding his head to the side in acceptance. "Fine. You got me. What can I say? I get greedy." He smirked. "Same can be said for you, Brodes." The older man had certainly been commanding enough. "Not that it wasn't hot - because, believe me - it was." So maybe he had a bit of a submissive kink. It was something he'd long since accepted about himself. Why fight what felt good, right? "Oh, absolutely. Make money by doing what you do best, right? I think we can both agree that I have the skills for it."

"No, it looked hot," he corrected. "Definitely wasn't a /stick/ I had up there. It does rhyme, though." His lips twitched at his own joke, because he /knew/ it was terrible, but that was part of the charm, right? He raised his eyebrows. "Hey, we had our fair share of dark corners. More so, probably. It was an old building. Thick walls." He grinned. "Never got the memo that I should attempt to hide what I am. Why bother?" His parents had certainly argued against that fact when he came out. Even when he last spoke to them, they still treated his sexuality as though it was just a phase. How one goes through a phase for that long, he'll never know, but his parents were just as talented at the art of denial as he was. Brody trailed off, and his smirk widened, but he didn't comment.

A thrill ran through him as their erections brushed together, Sebastian groaning against Brody's lips before he parted his own to let his tongue claim him. His breath hitched with each time Brody rocked into him, trying not to cry out in pleasure. It was harder than he thought it'd be - no pun intended. "Fuck," he breathed quietly, dragging Brody's bottom lip through his teeth gently. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could barely hear for the blood pumping in his ears. One hand slid down to Brody's arm, tightening around the muscle - fuck, those arms were yet another thing that drove him wild about the older teacher, even before Thanksgiving. His other hand skimmed down Brody's back, tugging the material out to let his hand slide under and glide over Brody's skin, nails digging into his back slightly.

"Well, and you already know all the nice things you can say and do for yourself," Brody laughed. "You never know with new people." The older man quirked an eyebrow, "Wow-- if I'd known you were going to stand here and call yourself vanilla, I would have brought a recording device. To think Sebastian actually had to work to improve himself at sex. He didn't just start out that way?" He chuckled in amusement. "Definitely."

Brody scoffed, although half-dead was probably putting it kindly. The older man hadn't had a run like that for a long time, like maybe New York-- //maybe//, if ever. Getting out of bed the next morning had been hard to do, not just because he'd wanted to stay, but physically from the sheer muscle ache. He'd said goodbye to Bas, but Brody was also grateful that the man hadn't seemed to wake up much more than to acknowledge him, because it was a slow process getting dressed and out of the apartment. "Well, if that's the case, I suppose I should be more grateful you don't do morning sex, otherwise boy would I have felt jilted come sunrise," he quipped. God he wished Bas did morning sex-- pain or no pain, he would have paid to take that man again in any form before heading out. Dee could have waited. Everything could have waited. He gave a dry laugh. "Bas, you drink pretentious wine and act like a pompous socialite-- you really think if someone //wanted// to hunt you down your complex wouldn't be one of the first places they'd look?" Maybe not for Brody, obviously-- knowing Bas was a teacher, that whole area seemed a little pricey for their level paycheck, but for Bas' demeanor to a stranger? That's exactly where he'd have gone. Or maybe some of the McMansions on the nicer streets.

Brody grinned, the humming noise emanating from Sebastian providing a very vivid image that fit in perfectly with their conversation. "Out of all the places to do so, I can't really blame you for that one, Bas," he excused him. "Hell yeah, I imagine some would argue that way, except from a different...angle, if you will." Brody acknowledged he could be controlling as hell in bed, which could definitely be a turn-off to some. For him though, being able to just take what he wanted from guys like Sebastian Smythe was an unbeatable high, so why change? It wasn't like it affected his behavior outside of the bedroom. And to hear Bas say he liked it (or at least it was hot)? No way in hell was anything changing. "Always nice to be appreciated," he acknowledged with a twitch of his lips. Brody laughed. "Law and sex? I'm surprised you didn't retire years ago with those two professions and likely clientele under your belt." He definitely wasn't going to argue Sebastian's skills: they were painfully good, and if Brody was a lesser man (or at least less competitive) he would have folded under the younger's ministrations in half the time he had. The guy made fucking an art form.

Brody rolled his eyes in disagreement, but he couldn't stifle the amused smile that was tweaking his features. "God, you've got an bad innuendo for everything, don't you?" he mocked, although Brody was hardly one to judge. Screw that-- he actually kind of got off on the lame jokes mixed with the clever wit; it made the man before him more real and less some surreal out of his league sex fantasy. "Big square building?" Brody retorted, "You'll excuse me if I'm a little skeptic of the remarkability, although I'm sure if you're into architecture, it was a total thrill. One day we'll get you out to Cali, and you'll see what a real campus looks like." The older man smirked, and shrugged. "Hey, I wasn't hiding anything growing up," he retorted. Just because he hadn't realized that not everyone else thought about how hot other guys was, doesn't mean he was in denial about himself. "I just...never thought about it, I guess." Damn that fucking shit-eating grin. If Brody wasn't so distracted, he would have wanted to smack it right off his face.

God Brody missed the sounds that usually came out of Sebastian's mouth-- he wanted to hear him, wanted him loud as he groaned and mewled and keened while Brody explored every piece of him. But this was a bad time for that sort of thing, he did recognize-- doing this here period, was a bad idea-- and so instead he bit hard on Bas' lip to stifle his own words, accepting the quite, muted noises of an eager man. Brody could feel Sebastian's cock rubbing against his own, and he let out a shuddering breath as his hands brushed up toward his face.Brody breathed in a hiss as Bas tugged on his lip, trying to keep himself under control. Bas' hands were gripping him tightly, and it just made the older man want to sit on the sink and let the other ride him the way he'd claimed he could, leaving bruises where his fingers were holding on. Instead, he arched his back to give the man better access to the skin beneath his shirt, humming in satisfaction at the trail Bas' nails were leaving.

The younger man was still wearing that fucking mask-- Brody had taken his own off as soon he'd entered the bathroom, but Bas did seem the type to play to the hilt. Carefully, Brody peeled the thing off, his eyes widening at the discoloration that had been hidden beneath. Sure, Brody had seen the bruise when it was fresh, but now it was a whole spectrum of colors damaging the gorgeous features that normally highlighted those perfect green eyes, and Brody paused as his brow furrowed, a fingers gently ghosting over the bruise. God, he hated the guy that had done it-- already hated him for Marley's sake, but this definitely wasn't helping. "Such a fucking moron," he murmured quietly, leaning closer and kissing the outline softly, before bucking his hips back up against Sebastian, hard and deliberate. "I can't fuck you here," he whispered, leaning in close to Sebastian's ear and tugging on his lobe with his teeth. "But I want to touch you-- I want you to cum, Bas. I want you to get half-hard every time you walk by the office from now on because of what I did to you right across the hall, right now." The hand gripping Bas' back was sliding around by now, thumbing at his fly to snake his hand lower down his waistband, palming his bare cock possessively. "What do you want, Bas?" he panted, half afraid to breathe for fear of how loud his chest was pounding.

"What can I say? We all go through a learning phase. I, sadly, was no different. Fortunately for you, by the time I got around to you, I'd had plenty of practice." He quirked Brody a grin. "It takes a bit of working up to get to the whips and chains stage." Well, whips, he's done - not so keen on them, honestly. Chains... well, not yet. Although he had been tied up plenty of times, one of which flashed through his mind - the not so distant memory of Brody driving him close to insanity, Sebastian being unable to grip back. He wasn't sure if he was ever going to be able to forget it. Then again, why would he want to?

He wrinkled his nose. "I wasn't /half dead/. I could've went another round if you looked up to it." He was well aware by this point how circular their debate had gotten - as was often the case with Brody - but the banter was always fun, nonetheless. Besides, no matter what the older man had tried to argue, he knew that Brody had been as exhausted as he was. He hadn't even protested when Sebastian managed to crawl his way under the sheets. He could vaguely recall Brody waking him up the next morning to say goodbye, but the memory was hazy, and Sebastian was hardly coherent so early in the morning. He was usually a zombie until he'd had at least two cups of coffee, actually. Although... he coudn't help but feel a little bitter that he'd missed out on the prospect of morning sex, because if Brody had woken him up for it, there was no chance in hell he'd have turned it down. "Right. Wouldn't want you to strain yourself too much that early in the morning anyway." He snorted. "No, I drink /good/ wine - the only type of wine one /should/ drink - and I act like someone with class and taste. Which, I suppose would still lead them to my apartment, but thankfully no one's managed to track me down yet."

Sebastian's tongue ran over his lips, thinking back to that night for - well, fuck knows how many times he's thought about it through the course of the night already. "Definitely not a bad thing," he agreed. "Oh, it was more than appreciated. Just a shame it took us so long to get there, right?" He hadn't been sure why Brody had held out so long, nor why he managed to cave that particular night - though it was probably something to do with the copious amount of alcohol flowing through his system loosening him up a little. "Mm, it's definitely something to think about. Maybe I'm being wasted as a teacher after all." Actually, the latter part was true. Teaching was supposed to be a temporary thing for him while he tried to pick up the damage that he'd done to his law career.

He scoffed. "There's no such thing as a bad innuendo, Brodes. It's all down to how you take it." Nope - definitely a bad innuendo, but apparently he just enjoyed contradicting him too much to stop. "Hey, if you'd have seen the inside of it, you'd have been impressed. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask Blaine." Dalton had felt like more of a home to him than his actual home at the time. Far more warm and welcoming. There were people who actually /wanted/ him there. "How can you /not/ think about it? Guys are really attractive, Brodes." Not that girls were anything to scoff at either. It hadn't taken Sebastian long to figure himself out when he'd reached maturity, and it certainly hadn't occured to him to question it. Some people liked boys, some people liked girls - apparently Sebastian wasn't quite so picky. "It didn't seem that complicated to me when I was a kid."

When Brody bit down on his lip, Sebastian barely managed to suppress a moan, rutting against the other man desperately. God, he wanted to be fucked again, but he knew that he'd have to settle - although, perhaps settle was the wrong word, because the feeling of Brody against him was nothing short of intoxicating, regardless of the situation.

He had to admit, the tenderness that Brody showed when he pried off his mask definitely had him taken aback. Not in a bad way, though. It had been similar to when he'd run into Brody at Marley's place, the day he'd shown up to try and make things right again after... well. Yeah. That. Which he was trying not to think about right now. Brody distracted him again, though, and his head fell against his shoulder, shortened breaths falling from his lips as he bucked into the touch. The question was definitely a loaded one. What he /wanted/ was for Brody to fuck him against the door, risk be damned - but that wasn't something they could do right now. They had to make this quick. With that in mind, he worked Brody's zipper quickly, his own hand trailing down past Brody's pelvis to dip below the waistband of his boxers, gripping Brody in his hand and thumbing over his slit. "Gonna have to just imagine you're fucking me, Brodes," he breathed, eyes sliding shut. God, the image that brought into his head was enough to make him groan. "I can still remember how fucking hot you were, taking control the way you did." He didn't masturbate often, but he certainly had the following morning - Brody firmly on his mind.

“Apparently we do. I just wouldn’t think you’d admit to it.” Brody raised an eyebrow. “Whips and chains? Can’t say I was ever really into the whole scene myself. Well, I mean, not really…” He’d been with people who experimented with the whole BDSM scene, but while Brody appreciated a good knot in bed, and he admited he had a yen for leather, he couldn’t say the pain/sex-dungeon idea really turned him on. He didn’t judge; he just didn’t usually come back for seconds. Probably not even for Bas, if he was being honest. Although if Bas was //into// being restrained, Brody felt he could persuade him in a less metallic direction, because that was a damn hot set of circumstances.

“Fine, not half dead-- like a third dead. Maybe just a little paralyzed.” Brody wondered how long their argument could circle the drain like this. Not that he minded-- as long as Bas kept bringing it up, Brody knew it was at least still on his mind, and he enjoyed knowing he was still on the other’s mind, even if it was a stupid fantasy to indulge. Even if he’d been too exhausted to keep going, although Bas looked just as bad. “Right; so you were just being considerate,” he agreed with a smirk and a light head shake. “Forget that I had an entire morning’s worth of barn work to do--it was the morning sex that would have done me in.” Brody scoffed. “French wine is not good wine, Bas-- it’s overrated and overpriced. And it tastes like feet. And you act like...a French guy. Elitist and overly-self-invested. Five minutes flat-- no question. Maybe you’re just not as addictive as you think then. Just the bed.”

Brody snickered-- arguably yes and no. Brody had managed three years of staying far away from Sebastian Smythe’s bedroom, and with good reason-- now he wasn’t sure he’d be able to get the guy out of his head, and he just was acting too much like //himself//, which was never a good thing. On the other hand, “I mean, I feel like the wait was kind of your own making,” he replied, choosing to shift the conversation to their long-standing argument, which felt like a safer path than why Brody didn’t trust himself around the younger man. “I mean, all you had to do was ask, Bas-- was that really so hard?” Brody smirked, “Well, I mean, I feel like it would definitely draw a higher salary-- depending on your pimp, you may have more flexibility in your schedule…” Brody wasn’t sure what had even drawn Bas to teaching-- he didn’t seem to care much for the kids, or really the curriculum. He got the impression that he’d left law due to a fallout with his father, or to spite him maybe, but why not just join another firm? “I see-- and although I feel like it’s usually more about how //you// ‘take it’, don’t you think?” Brody couldn’t help but retort. Hell, if they were playing pathetic games, he might as well, right? The older man raised his eyebrows in confusion-- did he know that Blaine and Bas had gone to the same school? “You went to //Dalton//?” he said, bewildered. “You lived in New York-- what the hell were you doing in Ohio?” Okay, wow-- maybe a little too invested there. He composed himself, with the exception of a skeptical eyebrow, because how the hell had that happened? Brody couldn’t help but glance down a little sheepishly as he rubbed his neck. “I didn’t say I //never// thought about it-- I just figured it was something //everyone// did, you know? Like projection or something. I wasn’t going around thinking ‘Hey, that guy’s hot, maybe I should go fuck him’ or something.” It was kind of weird to think about now, how Brody hadn’t even really thought to make the connection.

Brody’s hips bucked as he felt Bas’ cock through the fabric grinding into him with equal fervor to get some relief. He only paused, temporarily distracted, but the bruising on Sebastian’s face-- he actually didn’t think he could manage to turn him around if he tried, because it just felt wrong to do it. The guy looked damaged, and Brody just wanted to protect him from the implications, which was stupid because Sebastian Smythe was the last guy that needed anything from Brody except maybe an orgasm. But his hormones were up, and you think stupid things during sex (-like activities), so he kissed his face gently anyways, idiot that he was. Luckily, Brody’s filthy mouth apparently distracted them properly, because Bas was pressing up against him eagerly, his breathing stilted near Brody’s ear. Brody himself choked slightly as he felt the younger man’s hand slip into his pants, the pad of his thumb brushing away his precum. He pulled away slightly, watching mesmerized as Bas’ eyes closed. God he wanted to see Bas getting off to the memory of him. He couldn’t look away, instead twisting his hand around his cock as he matched his pace. The younger man moaned, and Brody felt his body shudder at the noise, a burst of adrenaline causing him to buck into Sebastian’s hand as he talked about their time together.

“I can still remember how you taste,” he whispered. “All of you. How fucking amazing you looked with your lips around my cock. Taking me in whole. Fucking sexiest thing…” Brody was trying; he really was. But Bas got his blood up, and he was afraid if he stopped talking, he’d start swearing in between groans, and neither of those alternatives would likely be quiet. So instead he pressed his lips hard against the younger man’s, tugging with his teeth at the already swollen bottom as he watched Bas jerk him off to his memory. As he felt the dick in his hand straining beneath him.This message was edited“I remember how hard you came in my truck-- I wanted to take you before we even got in the damned cab. Just push you up against the door just like this…” He thrust hard against Sebastian’s grip, the entire night a whirlwind of sex and want and finally giving in that was more than he could have ever imagined. “Do you remember me inside you? Fucking wet from booze and my tongue licking you up as I made you cum?” Licorice had never tasted the same way again, that was for sure-- hell, //Red Vines// didn’t taste the same anymore.

#ttl #smut #Sebastian Smythe #para #The Masquerade #p. Sebastian #classes #fundraiser #Cheerios #Masquerade Ball #Brobastian

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the-entries-of-sheer-mist · 6 years ago

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Entry 8, Part Two

“Yeah, I get that. The whole vigilante thing looks exciting, doesn’t it?” Bee smiled knowingly, still facing her computer. “I sure thought so.”

“So, what’s your story? Tell me about Annabelle...Atha...Athana...Bee.”

“Ah, my story…” Bee seemed hesitant. “That’s...kinda long. A conversation for another day.” For the first time since I had started talking to her, she looked up from her computer and at me. “What about you? Tell me about Kai...Kamakayak.”

“Alright. That’s fair. Well, let’s see...what do you want to know?”

“Hobbies? Where you grew up? What’s Earth-38 like?”

Well, at least I don’t have to think up a way to tell my whole life story or anything. “Well, I like music and photography. I grew up on Molokai, Hawaii, and I don’t really have anything to compare Earth-38 to, but I think it’s pretty okay.”

Bee raised her eyebrows. “Hawaii, huh? That’s rad. Tell me, do you have sudden alien invasions on your Earth?” She glanced back at her computer screen to check the progress of the satellite.

“Well, I’ve never seen any Dominators,” I didn’t laugh. That name is so, so bad, but I contained myself, “but there has been some freaky stuff. Most of the alien threats are usually taken care of by either Kara, her cousin, or the big secret government organization that I’m not supposed to know exists.”

“Yeah, we’ve got one of those. Ah, Cisco’s back.” I turned and saw the man with the beautiful hair, who not too long ago was just a random stranger in Kara’s living room, return to assist Felicity. How Bee saw him without looking up, I couldn’t figure out. I decided not to think about it too much.

“Is he okay?” I asked. I knew it wasn’t really my business, but something was very off, I could tell.

“I dunno, something happened with him and Barry, I’m sure we’ll hear about it later, if he wants to talk about it. If not, it’s best to just let him be.” Bee was pretty certain about this, so I trusted her. I figured it was best if I just dropped it.

On the other side of the room, there was an intense thud, caused by Ray’s Atom Suit crashing into the cement floor. Supergirl was kicking everyone’s asses. For the first time that day, Bee appeared alarmed.

“Has she always been this crazy strong?” She asked in a hushed voice.

“Yeah,” I answered. “She’s pretty badass.”

I looked back over to where Felicity and Cisco were-well, Felicity was still there, Cisco had gotten up and left. Scanning the room, I saw him angrily talking with Barry.

“Uh oh,” I said to Bee, “that can’t be good.”

Bee looked up to see what was happening. “Oh, yikes.”

I couldn’t really hear the conversation, up until Cisco raised his voice to a point where the whole room could hear.

“...And you still don’t think you should tell them?”

“Tell us what?” Sara interrupted. Cisco backed away from Barry, gesturing for Barry to speak to the team. Everyone was tuned in now, including Bee and me.

Barry sighed and faced everyone. “Jax and Professor Stein found a message from me in the future saying that, right now, I can’t be trusted.”

Why would future Barry say we can’t trust him?

“And why would future you say that?” asked Sara, reading my mind or something.

“I think because I went back in time and changed the timeline, and now things are different than before I left, including some of your lives.” Wow, aliens and other dimensions are one thing, but time travel, too? This Earth was starting to feel more and more insane. Not all of the crazy was bad, but changing time…

There were so many questions, none of them appropriate to ask at the time. If someone changes time in this universe, does it affect other universes? Do the same laws of time travel in one universe even apply in other universes? Can mistakes made with time travel even be fixed?

“Some of our lives?” Kara asked Barry, concern in her voice. “Like who?”

“Cisco,” Barry gestured behind him, “Caitlin. Wally. Dig.”

The tallest member of Team Arrow looked around in confusion, then back at the guilty speedster. “Me? Why? What happened?”

“Hey,” Oliver said gently, “Apparently, you had a daughter.”

Diggle’s expression grew more and more upset. “I had a daughter, Barry?”

Barry almost looked like he was holding back tears. “Baby John was Baby Sara.”

I don’t know if Dig saw that or not, but I don’t think he would’ve cared. I didn’t exactly blame him. “So, wait, you--let me get thing straight.You just, uh, you just erased a daughter from my life?”

“...Yeah.”

Sara stepped forward, looking even more upset than Dig. “You can’t go back and just change things like that, Barry.”

“I know.”

“You know how hard it is for me to not alter events? To bring my sister back?”

That hit me harder than I expected. I didn’t even know these people very well, but it was clear that they’d all been through a lot. I looked at Bee, who was visibly affected by the mention of Sara’s sister.

There was so much I didn’t know.

“But I don’t,” Sara continued, “because I know the implications.”

“And all those aberrations,” Ray added, “we spent the last eight months traveling through time trying to correct-you just decided that it was okay for you to create your own?”

“We should’ve told ‘em before,” Jax told Barry. So that means he knew about this, too. I knew that Barry’s mistake didn’t affect me directly, but all these other people had to face the consequences for something that they didn’t do, that didn’t seem fair at all.

A cell phone went off, and Felicity waved for everyone’s attention. “Guys? Guys, it’s Lyla. The President’s been abducted by the Dominators.”

“What?” I exclaimed aloud.

“She needs us now,” Felicity urged.

Barry turned back to face the rest of the team. “Okay, you guys go. All right? I’m gonna sit this one out. Obviously, you have Supergirl. She’s just as fast as I am,” he stated. That was most likely true. “Get the President. We can talk about this later.”

The Legends plus Speedy and Spartan started walking out, while Barry talked with Kara briefly, and Oliver called for everyone to stop.

“Guys, this is cr-hey! This is crazy! Everyone is going, including Barry. I-,” he paused, shaking his head. “I’m not going without him.”

Dig looked at the Green Arrow coldly. “Then you’ll be here, Oliver.”

Always the one to try to resolve any conflict, Kara quickly jumped into the middle of the mess. “Okay. You know what? Oliver, it’s okay. I will go with them. We’ll get the President. You stay here with Barry.” And with that, they all left, leaving just the computer whizzes, Barry, Oliver, and me.

We left the warehouse, and went to S.T.A.R. Labs, where apparently Team Flash usually operates. I sat beside Bee, not having a clue how to make myself useful. Iris, Cisco and Felicity watched the monitors on the other side of the room, strategizing, or something. Bee appeared to be lost in thought. I felt helpless.

Without any warning, the building shook violently. Cisco pulled up the live footage from the front security cameras, and Felicity stared in shock. Cisco pushed the button for the intercom and urged Barry and Oliver to go and see the situation. Caitlin walked in with two men who were later introduced to me as Joe and Wally West. Cisco explained the situation when they entered:

“Barry and Oliver stayed behind while everyone went to go save the President, but now everyone’s crazy and going all ‘Kill Bill’ on the both of them.”

“The Dominators have them under some sort of mind control,” Caitlin clarified. Things were getting more freaky by the minute. Some sort of argument had started between Wally and Iris about whether or not he should go and help, but I had stopped listening. Mind control? Are you kidding? A part of me was worried about the fact that a mind-controlled Kara had the ability to destroy the whole city single-handedly if that’s what the Dominators wanted, but another part of me was just worried about Kara. I didn’t wanna lose my closest friend to this. I didn’t wanna lose my closest friend, period. I half considered joining Wally, but I knew I’d probably just get in the way and make things worse.

Before I even finished my thought, Wally had already sped outside, anyway.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Hey.” It was Bee. I had forgotten she was right there. “She’s gonna be okay.”

“You knew what I was-?”

“Yeah, because I think it everyday. Trust me, we’ll figure this out. We always do.” She looked at me with total sincerity. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and leaned closer to Bee.

“Thank you.”

Barry’s voice sounded through a speaker on the desk. “Guys, Wally’s hurts bad, but he’s alive.”

“Let’s get an ETA on overriding the mind control!” Oliver said urgently.

Simultaneously, Cisco and Felicity voiced their triumph.

“Bingo!”

“Yahtzee!”

They looked at each other, and Felicity spoke, “You go first, it’s your office.”

“There’s a weird signal coming from the salt mines,” Cisco said.

“For the record, that is what I was gonna say,” Felicity informed us. Bee giggled softly.

“Can you jam it?” asked Barry.

“Uh, no,” said Felicity.

Barry discussed his plan briefly with Oliver, then took off, Kara chasing after him.

One of the computer monitors showed a layout of a building, with Barry and Kara’s signatures moving all around it. I looked like a super-speed version of Pac Man.

“What is he doing?” Felicity questioned.

“He’s making her angry.” Cisco stated.

“But he knows Supergirl is invincible,” Caitlin pointed out.

“Maybe that’s the point,” said the tall man from earlier, who had previously been wearing a hat. I hadn’t realized until now that I never actually learned his name.

Supergirl continued to chase after Barry, until he stopped, and she flew...through him?

“What the hell just happened?” I asked.

“He phased through her,” Bee answered, not making me any less confused, but I just went with it.

Things seemed to calm down after that, the mind-control seemed to wear off, S.T.A.R. Labs was no longer being attacked by the people who were supposed to be on our side. “Guys, they’re back,” Oliver informed us.

When Kara and Barry returned to S.T.A.R. Labs, Kara pulled me aside to talk before she went to scan the city for any remaining threats.

“Hey,” she said once we were alone in the corridor. “You okay? You seemed kinda strung-out-“

Before she could finish, I lunged toward her. I hugged her tightly, as if I would lose her if I let go. “O-oh,” she started, surprised by my sudden tackling, “Okay, it’s okay.” She returned the hug, then pulled away, just far enough to look at me. “What is it?”

“Sorry,” I said, “It’s just-I know you do this kind of thing everyday, and you’re practically invincible, but seeing you all mind-controlled-it was scary.” I really hope this isn’t an overreaction. She’s probably used to this, but I’m not. I came here to be useful, and I was pretty much the complete opposite of that. “You were my first friend in National City, you’re still my closest friend, and if I had lost you-“

“Kai,” Kara said, stopping me before I’d gone too far, “Look at me. I’m not going anywhere, okay? I’m always gonna be here. You don’t have to worry.” She gave me a reassuring smile.

I smiled back at her. “Okay. Sorry,” I said. “I guess I was just freaking out more than I needed to.”

“No, you don’t have to apologize,” Kara said. “I get it, this is intense stuff. Today was worse than a lot of the enemies I usually would face.”

She looked around, then back at me. “I have to go now, to scan the city for any more of those weird orbs. I’ll be back in a couple minutes, I promise.”

“Okay, yeah, go do what you gotta do.”

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Survivor 35: Finale

[A] Episode summary: "Castaways compete in an all-new immunity challenge (me: all-new balance challenge), and a new twist is unleashed into the game (me: to create drama for the show, this will undoubtedly help Chrissy)."

[A] Summer of 2000. I was about to be a freshman in high school. I watched it with my mom. I rooted for Sean and then when he was eliminated, Rudy.

[S] Wait...people are cheering for Chrissy?

[A] I'd love if the twist was going back to a final two. It won't be, but I can dream.

[A] Ryan has strong social abilities? Since when?

[S] I will laugh if Ben finds an idol that night...

[S] EL. OH. FUCKING. EL. [A] That is...wow.

[S] Chrissy like two episodes ago: "how can people be so fake?" Chrissy now: "let's be friends, Ben." [A] I've read a lot of the voted off castaway interviews and everyone but Ashley (who I think was just trying to maintain her own nice image) has ripped into Chrissy for being such a fake person and a major asshole. That said, she just wants the jury vote.

[A] LMAO. Chrissy's face when Ben turned the question on her about if she wins immunity will she take him.

[S] Cool puzzle. [A] Oooo that is a cool puzzle. Kudos to whoever invented that one.

[S] LOL Ryan is worse at this challenge than Ben who isn't trying.

[S] Want Mike to win. Then SOMEONE I like will be in final three. [A] I thought you liked Ben? I don't really LIKE any of them, but there are some I feel have played better games than others. All the people I liked are on the jury 😞

[S] BOOOOOOOO. [A] GODDAMNIT.

[A] Ben, if you can't take out Chrissy, take out Devon. He's playing the game far harder than the other two.

[A] I would just grab that whole cheesecake and walk away.

[S] Wow! BEN WILL NEVER SEE THROUGH THIS! [A] Mike: "This is the best plan ever." Me and the rest of the audience: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. No." [S] I love how dumb they are. [A] Chrissy is such a bad actress.

[A] I cannot express how hard I am laughing right now. Can we just skip ahead to tribal. Please. I want to see the look on all their faces.

[S] Did Mike just...randomly fall? [A] Yes. Yes he did. And followed it up with "Nobody saw that."

[S] Chrissy, stop lying. No one tries to stop Ben from searching.

[A] This is fucking hilarious. Chrissy is on such a high horse and about to fall so hard she breaks her nose and arm and leg...

[S] Devon going home.

[S] #BENBOMB indeed!

[S] Huh, Devon played smart. [A] This is why I said Ben needs to vote Devon. Devon plays smart.

[A] If they're smart, they'll vote Devon out. But they ain't smart, so Dr. Mike will go home. And I hope as a result, Chrissy is out next. [S] Why keep Devon? Hoping he can beat Ben in a challenge and then you can beat him in final three? You can't. But Chrissy would beat Mike.

[S] "Good thing we don't have to follow Ben anymore." "I wonder what the twist is." God I hope that stupidity bites them in the ass…

[A] Okay, here's an idea for the twist. The immunity challenge isn't - it's an elimination challenge that decides the final three.

[S] Oh, they are balancing for immunity? SHOCKING!

[A] Ben won't win this. I want him to, but he won't. The game (as a whole) is Devon's to win. Chrissy will leverage her immunity wins in a row, but the jury won't care.

[A] GODDAMNIT BEN. LOOK AT IT FIRST. [S] No....an upside down letter? Please…

[S] Fuck. COME ON BEN!

[S] Fuck! [A] I would be crying if I was Ben. I'd just lose it. Full mental breakdown.

[S] God damn it. Don't even want watch anymore. Devon will be the most likable person in the final three.

[A] Please let the Secret Advantage be something like: "Just kidding, you're actually voted out."

[S] Does Chrissy talk like that in real life? "This is how I will respond to you." Fuck you. The condescension is obnoxious.

[A] HELL YES BEN HAS A CHANCE. [S] MY BOY BEN HAS A SHOT! AND CHRISSY HAS TO LOSE HERSELF A VOTE! Advantage my ass.

[A] Chrissy will 100% pick Ryan to sit next to her because she can 100% beat him, not because he can't beat Ben. That's just the way she'll explain it away. Also, earlier in this episode, didn't she tell Ben it should be a final three of the best/strongest players? SO FUCKING FAKE.

[S] None of this is relevant to you Ryan. You are getting third place instead of fourth. You can't win.

[S] Or the flint broke cause you suck at making fire…

[S] Jesus Chrissy, please stop talking. [A] Chrissy, you're an idiot. Devon already has this game in the bag over you. If he now sends Ben - THE BIGGEST THREAT - home in a fire making challenge when everything is on the line, you have zero fucking chance and you did it to yourself. So really, if Devon wins, you lose; if Ben wins, you lose. Either way, I win here.

[A] JP's eye roll at Chrissy picking Ryan was priceless and relatable.

[S] Come on Ben! [A] C'MON BEN! YOU CAN DO IT!

[S] Devon is panicking. [A] Devon, Chrissy AND Ryan are panicking.

[S] FUCK YES! BEST "ADVANTAGE" EVER! [A] HELL YES! BEST MOMENT OF THE ENTIRE SEASON!

[A] Chrissy is so pissed and it makes me so happy.

[A] Well if they won't switch to a two person final, at least they made it so the third person has to earn their spot. Granted, that just means the person who gets picked to sit with the immunity winner will always be the deadweight.

[S] It won't work Ryan. [A] Ryan, your plan will fail. You aren't getting a single vote. Just do us all a favor and walk over and join the jury.

[S] How have you played a "heroic" game, Chrissy? [A] WTF has been heroic about Chrissy's game? She's a mom? Guarantee she's not the only mom to make it to the final three on Survivor.

[S] Still hate new final tribal. [A] I'm not a huge fan of the tribal layout either, but from a production standpoint it creates the most drama which equals more views.

[S] This final tribal is basically just 30 minutes of, "why is Ryan here?" Poor guy.

[A] I think Ashley is way too much Team Chrissy/Team Females.

[S] Mike asking the real questions.

[S] Seriously...I can't stand Chrissy.

[A] Ben: "I was not put here. I got myself here." True statement.

[S] Mom's are heroes, hustlers, and healers. Okay.

[A] To summarize tribal:

Chrissy: "OMG I'M A MOM I LOVE YOU ALL I WON IMMUNITY."

Ben: "I HAVE PTSD AND BATTLED HARD."

Ryan: "I like Survivor."

[S] Based on final tribal...I think Ben wins.

[A] Why would Devon vote for Ryan? Pity vote? [S] I like that Devon threw Ryan a vote. It makes sense.

[A] *Shocker* Ashley voted for Chrissy.

[A] WOO-HOO! [S] YESSSSSSSSSSSS!

[S] Damn Ben...this is one of the most emotional reunions ever. [A] Damn. The reunions are generally boring, but this one is making me a little teary eyed.

[A] Jeff pulls out that square and before he even asks "does anyone recognize this?" I said "OMG JAMES."

[A] Ghost Island. Okay…Wait, what? It's new players centered around old players' mistakes? I....what? [S] Next season's theme is...weird. Why aren't they bringing the people back?

#survivor #survivor 35 #heroes healers hustlers

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