#OH SO ME. honestly if i make the move to an actual side account for munchies stuff we're gonna have to incoporate objectum shit into it

[fallenneziah]

Hey! I don't know if you do requests but can you do headcanons for graves dating a short reader?

Hi @seasonschange32 I do do requests but posting is a bit slow since I've mainly been dragged into a secondary account on here. But I will write any requests coming through 😊

Don't know if you want this to include NSFW, but I will, so that will be in here as a heads up. I apologize for it being short.

Phillip Graves dating a short Reader:

He likes the size difference. Just for general purposes and the fact he can manhandle you in any way he wants. The protective side inside him always on alert, always ready to punch some jackass for you and show off his strength.

He does also make sure you have protection when you're out without him. And knowing Graves it could be anything from a police taser to a revolver.

I honestly don't see him caring much about your height for any reasons other than how kinky he can be. Purely.

He loves you so much and loves curling you up in his arms in bed and being able to hold you. He just thinks it's funny you're so short.

Lovingly teases you about your height to the point it feels like bullying sometimes but you know it's part of him. And if you tell him it's too much he will stop. But only because he loves you.

And on another note, he completely doesn't trust you to drive. When you go a little too fast or stop a little too close of a crosswalk. Like, he's an anarchist too but not that much.

"Babe, are you sure you can see over the dashboard??"

"Yes Phillip I promise I can."

"Can you reach the pedals properly?? Maybe adjust your seat-"

"Phil! Stop bugging me!"

"I'm not! I'm genuinely concerned for my own safety!" He is nervous your driving will kill him.

Don't even get me started on where he stands in his shadow Company group. Having you sit on his lap during meetings or just on his lap in general. Sitting on him and still at the perfect height he can whisper sweet things into your ear, his lips brushing your skin. Smirking when he makes you tingle.

Pulling down his pants and ordering you to come sit and keep him happy while he finishes up. Feeling you trying to squirm, one hand firmly keeping your hip still, the other on your shoulder, jotting down notes.

"Phil..." You groan, feeling his cock buried deep inside you and wondering how he's managing to control himself. How can he remain so still and controlled with his cock already inside you, desperately needing you as you needily clench around him in return.

"Shh, that's it angel. Just a few more minutes and then I'll give you want you want."

You grimaced, exhaling sharply when he finally puts his pen down, gripping your hips. "Now then..."

However. Your height leaves him so many opportunities. Forcing you up against the wall, leaning down to whisper in your ear while you're pinned in place completely at his will.

That's just how he likes it. Running his hands over your body and feeling you while you're trapped below him, nowhere to go except squirming and gasping for him to let you go.

All consensual, if you actually wanted out he'd not push a line. Not to you.

He absolutely loves. It gets him so riled up knowing he can pick you up so effortlessly, move you how he wants. He loves picking you up and gently tossing you on the bed only to move himself back on top of you.

Being so short, it's so easy for him. Arching your back and grabbing your hair or forcing your head into the pillows while he makes your insides twist and melt.

Holding you up against the wall, feeling how well you take him while being so restrained by him. It does something to him. And he loves it.

He had you pinned underneath him, face against the wall, moaning as his hips frantically pounded into you, holding your feet off the ground so he was at a comfortable angle.

"Fuck, you know I like it just like this angel." He purrs breathlessly in your ear, kissing your neck and earlobe, nipping at it and keeping you up.

"Phillip- please-"

"Oh no no angel, not until I'm done. I won't put you down until I'm done." He grunts, moaning against your ear.

This is how Phillip sees it. Your height is an advantage to him. He likes it. But if anyone else dares to have an opinion it's to the trash bin with them. They think you're cute?? He's throwing hands. They think you're short and tiny and- he's throwing hands. They think you're ugly?? He's thro- I think you get the point. Just don't comment and let him love you in peace while the outside world looks in in envy.

And yes, even simple domestic things he loves doing. There's something about reaching up to the shelf in the grocery store you can't and grabbing an item for your shared cart that gives him the same amount of happiness and pride as plundering your insides.

Calls you munchkin sometimes.

At the movie theater he can have you in his lap so you don't distract the view of people behind you. Or at the back of the theatre he may do whatever he wants.

Hold you through the film, get a bit too handsy if it's a movie he isn't particularly interested in.

Or the one time he was trying to pick out a cute outfit for you at the store and was having trouble remembering sizes and when you tried to help he just huffed, "No, I can do it on my own! Watch me-" He grumbles about being the best boyfriend and keeps searching.

Overall he just loves your height because of how he can hold you with convenience, keep your feet off the ground and under his control in these trying times and just manhandle you in general.

He loves it, he loves you. A lot.

Apologies it's kind of short but I was running out of ways to incorporate height into certain scenarios.

#phillip graves #graves x reader #cod graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #cod smut #cod mw2 #phillip graves headcanons #graves headcanons

[ncteez]

sycophant (p.s)

If anyone were to ask you about the executive of your department, you’d say he’s too stoic, strict, and a pain in your ass. The handsome face and sleek suits don’t make up for the way he runs the department, honestly, they don’t. Strangely enough, he offers a solution to you on a silver platter during a mandatory company Christmas party and you can’t help but love the idea of taking your frustrations out on the very person who causes them. 

or the one where your boss is scary and intimidating but really really wants to be slapped around behind closed doors. 

ao3 | m.list | minors dni! | kindly leave feedback and reblog, i will kiss your forehead so fucking fast if you do. 

WORDCOUNT― 12.9k

PAIRING― park seonghwa x afab reader

CONTENT― submissive seonghwa, dom reader (she’s never done it before tho so cut her some slack), office setting but no mentions of the actual job bc this is a fantasy not a fucking nightmare, kind of enemies to lovers but not really (it’s just a boss/employee dynamic)

OTHER CHARACTERS― hongjoong as the company designer, yunho as the accountant, wooyoung as an intern, mingi as the guy who has drama with his date at the christmas party

NOTE―  shout out to park seonghwa for being a fucking MENACE. bigger shoutout to @domjaehyun​ for helping me edit this fic and dealing with my shit involving said menace

smut tags under cut:: 

smut tags―  oral (fem receiving), hair pulling and face guiding, breath play, cock warming, riding, unprotected sex, begging, choking, it’s pretty tame to be considered a sub/dom type thing but you’ll understand if you read it lmao, dirty talk, degradation(ish), praise(ish), edging, nipple play, he has a lot of cum to donate to her lmao

~

He is just a man. Just a man that oversees the entire department, just a man that orders pizza as a form of encouragement when his employees are physically rotting before him from the hours worked, just a man that drinks five coffees a day and appears to get paid for doing nothing but wandering the building and maintaining that everyone fears his judgment. 

 “Just a man?” you scoff, side-eyeing your friend as you pick your lunch apart, not bothering to check the time because you’ve already worked fifty hours this week, and surely you have another day to get through before you can think straight. You get paid a salary so, you can take as long as you fucking want to pick apart this stale sandwich. 

 “You don’t know him,” 

 “That’s a fair point, but I’m just saying, everyone hates their boss,” She laughs in pity, minimizing your complaining and shrugging at you. “You’re not special and the world isn’t out to get you.”

           You glare at her before swiping your cup of watered-down iced coffee up and taking a large sip.

 “Okay, so maybe the world isn’t out to get me,” you counter, “but Seonghwa sure the fuck is.”

 “Oh? You’ve yet to tell me what he’s personally done to you. You doted on him when he hired you, what’s changed other than him doing his actual job?”

             You glare harder, hating that you get picked apart on the clock by him, and now you’re being picked apart off the clock by your very best friend. 

 “Do you have a notepad?  I’ve got an entire list.”

             She perks up at the frustrated face you’re giving to her, nodding her head with a mischievous hunger for the drama that she, thankfully, doesn’t have to involve herself in.

 “You know how during interviews, you get asked what your strengths and weaknesses are?” You ask with a frustrated voice, sipping your coffee again.

             She nods enthusiastically. 

 “Well– when I said my weakness is taking on too much responsibility, y’know, to impress him– I didn’t expect him to put me in charge of the biggest project of the year.”

           She laughs at you.

 “What?!” you grouch, “I’m not even close to being done with my list!”

 “I don’t think he would give you that project if he didn’t think you could do it. You don’t give yourself enough credit, you should be thanking him. Do you not want to move up the corporate ladder?”

             You lean back on your chair with a creaking sound, crossing your arms and grimacing at her for defending your boss.

 “Anyway, he always comes over and points out my mistakes. He uses this soft voice that I know is fake as hell because he doesn’t do that with anyone else. When he leaves his comfy fucking office, there’s like an eighty percent chance he’s coming to grill me for something–”

 “Define ‘grilling’,” your friend counters, picking you apart in an uncomfortable way. She’s supposed to be your best friend, not Seonghwa’s parrot. 

 “Like, he just comes up with a grocery list of things that I need to fix–”

 “Because you made mistakes and it’s an important project,” your friend points out. “So, what? You want him to let you fuck it up?”

             You take a moment to decide if she’s right or wrong. The issue is that she doesn’t know him or how condescending he sounds when he points out the mistakes. 

 “I am more than capable of taking care of it on my own,” You lie, because some of the mistakes he’s pointed out really could have caused you to lose your job. 

 “Whatever you say, go on. That’s two points against him for you, I still just think he’s doing his job though,”

             You ignore her, continuing down the list of bullshit he’s done to you.

 “He glares at me,” you grouch further, “He’s nice to everyone but me, and he walks around like his asshole is made of gold.”

             Your friend snorts, shaking her head at your anger. The reality that she sees is that you’re thinking too hard, you’re trying too hard to dislike him.

 “Noted,” She nods her head at you, signaling that she’s grown tired of your complaining and refusal to take into account that this is just what a boss does. They glare, they point out mistakes, they’re fake toward everyone. “Onto other matters, what else is going on at work?”

             You sigh, finally turning your attention back to your very sad lunch.

 “There’s a fucking mandatory Christmas party, it’s also required that we dress up for it.” You grimace, appearing to be a rain cloud within this restaurant. 

 “Is alcohol involved, and perhaps, a plus one?” 

             You look at her with curiosity, “Why, you wanna be my date?”

 “Only if there’s alcohol. I’d like to see the man with the golden asshole, mostly so I can understand how he’s turned my best friend into a stick in the mud.”

 “There’s alcohol; if there weren’t, you know I’d be bringing some anyway.” 

             There’s a moment of silent agreement as the two of you nod to each other. 

 “I’ll respond to the invite and add your name as my plus one,” you smile, knowing that as long as she’s with you, the party can’t feel like much of a drag, “remember, it’s a formal party, so don’t dress like we are going to the club–”

             You stop yourself. 

 “Actually, we should totally dress like we are going to the club.”

             The two of you have mischievous little smiles on your faces as you finish your lunch, ignoring the fact that you’ve been at this restaurant for at least two hours by now. 

 ~

             The Christmas party venue is embarrassingly extravagant. A blatant show of wealth on the company’s part as you and your best friend drive to the entrance. 

 “They fucking hired valets?” You grimace, looking at your friend with a roll of your eye. 

 “Hey, maybe they’ll pay for our ride home too because I know for a fact that we are about to be the drunk bitches at a corporate party.”

             You ignore her comments, not intentionally because you’re definitely gonna at least be buzzed, but because you’re being ushered out of the car and suddenly this outfit feels too much.

 “Maybe we shouldn’t have literally dressed like we are going to the club,” You complain, feeling the cold December air smack right against your exposed thighs and the fabric keyhole design sitting against your chest. 

 “Stop being insecure, let’s go find the bar,” she ushers you much like the valet did, checking in with your names and receiving three free drink tickets each in a small envelope. 

 “Ah, so only the first three are free?” She looks disappointed. 

 “They’ve gotta pay my wages too, you know, stop complaining. Besides, you act like we don’t have our purses stuffed with airplane bottles.” You respond, wandering through the hall until finding the space where your entire company appears to already be warm and mingling among one another. 

             Internally, you groan. Externally, you’re smiling and waving at each person who looks your way. You feel small and trashy compared to these people but your outfit, fortunately, isn’t out of line at all. It appears that many women both within the company and some appearing to be dates went a similar route that you took with your attire. Formal is likely meant to be modest but extravagant, yet here you are fitting in with forty other women who went for showing their cleavage and thighs. 

 “Looks like everyone else had the same idea,” your friend mutters to you quietly, eyes scanning over the room and noticing how attractive some of these people are. “Who is that guy?”

             You look at her and follow her line of vision before snorting. 

 “That’s Yunho,” You laugh at her interest, but you get it. “Accounting.”

             She gets this evil little look on her face as she turns to you.

 “What’s the starting pay for an accountant in this company?”

             You shrug because you wouldn’t know, it’s still an unspoken rule to not speak of your pay to your co-workers. 

 “That one over there is Hongjoong, coolest dude you’ll ever meet–” you nod your head towards the man with a feisty little suit, bow tie crooked as all hell with his messy dyed hair. You can tell he’s already had well over his three free drinks because he’s sitting next to Wooyoung and appears to be having a great time. 

 “Oh, they hire people like that here?”

             You look at your friend confused and then motion towards yourself.

 “Well, they hired me, so– yeah? Plus, he’s one of our designers, you know, the artsy type.”

 “And the guy he’s with?”

 “Wooyoung, intern.”

             You really don’t feel like introducing every single goddamn person in this building.

 “What about her?” Your friend looks at the bar and points out a woman that’s practically hanging on someone else. 

 “I don’t know her, she’s probably just someone’s plus o–” you pause, noting that the very man she’s hanging all over is none other than your boss. “Is that fucking Seonghwa?”

             Your friend is instantly interested, grabbing your arm and dragging you towards the bar as she whisper-shouts at you.

 “That’s him?!” She questions, looking at you with wide eyes. “You never said he was fucking hot!” 

 “He’s not!” You argue, stopping at the bar and doing your best not to study his plus one. You can imagine that the woman is his girlfriend or something because Seonghwa truly does appear to be young. You still think he probably got this job because one of his parents threatened someone for it. No way in hell is he married yet.

 “Are you fucking blind?” Your friend is having a great time, apparently, as she shamelessly stares at your boss. “Look at him!” 

             You, for some reason, listen to her. You do look at him. Never could you have imagined him wearing a suit sleeker than what he wears every day at the office, yet here he is. This time, his hair isn’t in a fixed position like normal either. The slick suit paired with the intentionally messy hairstyle does kind of make you think he might be kinda hot. Maybe you need a few drinks in you before you admit that though, mostly because it looks like your boss is trying too hard to fit in with his rowdy and laid-back employees. 

             By the time you order your drink and have it in hand, you’re avoiding Seonghwa again. Or, well, you’re trying to, but it appears that he has a different plan in mind. He leaves the girl hanging all over him to come up to you and your friend in a huff.

 “Ah, welcome!” He greets you, looking you up and down in a way that anyone probably would after seeing you every day of the week in pantsuits and business casual dresses. “You look great! Is this your plus one?”

 “Ramona!” Your friend introduces herself and you turn to look at her with confusion.

 “Ramona?”

             Seonghwa looks between the two of you and then at the man at the bar. Without even thinking, he leans between both of you to order himself a drink and then leans back as if he didn’t just enter your personal space and smell fucking heavenly.

             Despite your friend giving a fake name for some reason, you decide to ask her about it later as you stand awkwardly with more skin showing to Seonghwa than you’d prefer he see.  Sure, he said you look great, but he’s probably said that to every person here already.

 “Ramona, y/n,” he says, grabbing his freshly made drink from the bar, “I need to go tell someone to get their date under control, so if you’ll excuse me,”

             This is the first time you’ve seen Seonghwa look the way he does and act this casually despite still being semi-formal in tone. 

             With another roll of your eye at him the moment he turns his back, you watch him walk directly toward Mingi. You snicker. So, the woman is Mingi’s date and she appears to have found more of an interest in Seonghwa. That’s gonna be some fun drama to hear about on Monday.  Anyway, back to your friend with the gaping mouth as she watches him walk away.

 “If I, for one, had that man giving me orders, I wouldn’t be calling you to complain,”

 “Oh? Ramona? Is that how you feel?” You glare for a moment but still smile a bit at her. 

 “I never give out my real name at clubs, especially not when they’re serving whiskey this strong–you already knew that though,”

             You nod and turn to place both hands on her shoulders.

 “Reminder that this is a corporate Christmas party,” you warn, “you can hit someone up, but do not fucking embarrass me.”

             Her eyes are glued to something else before she trails her eyes back at you and smiles through a hefty sip of her drink with a nod.

 “I’m not gonna be the one embarrassing anyone tonight, look at that,” she says, nodding into a corner. 

             Your eyes go to that very spot and see none other than Mingi scolding his date and her appearing to apologize profusely before pointing to Seonghwa and doing some hand motions that appear to be, well, sexual. You watch Mingi walk away from her with a huff, heading straight for the bar with a solemn look on his face. 

 “Act normal,” your friend instructs, raising her brows and already having a great time.

             Mingi comes directly to you. Given, the two of you have often talked shit about Seonghwa and other co-workers together in the break room after closing hours when you’re stuck working over.

 “Ridiculous,” Mingi grouches, pushing you gently to the side to get himself a drink. 

 “What happened?” You turn to lean over the counter with him, leaving your friend behind the two of you as you prod for the drama. 

 “I brought my friend who is in town for Christmas thinking we could like, catch up, but it looks like she’s more interested in embarrassing me by trying to fuck our boss–”

             You snort and clap him on the shoulder.

 “If it makes you feel any better, the party is a drag for me too.”

 “Oh yeah? Why?” he turns to you as he grabs his drink, noting your outfit but forcing himself to keep his eyes away from your body.

             You don’t even have an answer to his question but you smile at him and motion to the entire room.

 “Fair.” He looks at you, and then scans the room for his date. “I’d better get back and make sure she’s not trying to get into his pants again,”

             He appears to be defeated but you hope that glass in his hand can make up for the mishap.

 ~

             How can a Christmas party with such strong drinks still end up being a fucking bore? You find yourself two hours into the party and sitting at a table with your friend, both of you scrolling through your phones as a bad song on the speakers is replaced with an even worse song. 

 “Do you wanna leave?” you ask, noting that the two of you have already chugged the airplane bottles in your bags after finishing the final free drink, yet the buzz is fucking dragging.

 “Yep,” your friend admits, already locking her phone and standing up.

             As you stand with her, the buzz hits you twice as hard and you’re immediately sitting back down.

 “Woah, okay, maybe not,” you laugh, watching your best friend stumble back into her own seat with a laugh of her own.

 “I’m like, I’m actually very drunk,” you giggle warmly, not realizing that the snacks offered do very little to soak up the alcohol in your stomach.

 “Does this song suddenly sound really good to you?” She looks at you, bobbing her head.

 “Yeah, actually–” You pause, looking at the section of the room where people are wobbling around and dancing with each other. “Kinda wanna dance.”

             She nods with a smile, trying to stand up again as if she’s sober and clumsily grabbing your hand. The two of you make it to the dance floor in a blur, dancing the entire walk over to where the music becomes deafeningly loud and the bass appears to run through your veins. God, music sounds so fucking good when you’re drunk.

             It’s almost like you are at a club, dancing, sweating, sighing out just to catch your breath as you move around with your friend in front of you, next to you, and sometimes behind you. You forget that all of the people surrounding you are those who see you hunched over a spreadsheet for sometimes twelve hours a day. You forget that they’re anything other than normal people who are desperately releasing their stress through alcohol at a party thrown by the very reason for the stress. 

             For a moment as you dance, you try to focus on those around you. The silence from everyone on the dance floor is mesmerizing as you glance at each face and realize their exhaustion matches your own, but they’re feeling the music in a way that is releasing. Never would you have imagined seeing Hongjoong drunk off of his ass, hanging an arm around a laughing Wooyoung’s shoulder as they attempt a dance move that you swear you’ve seen somewhere. Even Mingi appears to be less solemn now, towering over several dancing bodies and probably doing dome pop-lock-and-drop-it type move because he seems like the type to do it.

             And then, the moment is ruined when your eyes land on Seonghwa, far behind the dance floor and leaning against the bar with his stupid messy hair and his stupid mean eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t be on the floor dancing and having a good time. Of course, he’s standing there judging the people he manages. Or rather, judging you. He’s glaring at you as you glare back at him before rolling your eyes and trying to get back into the groove of the now-changing song.

 “This is way more fun than I thought it would be,” your friend admits, shimmying her body back and forth in front of you. “Which one of these dudes happens to be single?” She laughs, but you can tell it was only a half joke. 

 “Yunho,” You go through a short list in your head, “Mingi is, but he and his date appear to be getting along again.” 

             She nods, taking notes in her head.

 “What about Seonghwa?” She laughs at your silence. 

 “Probably. With the way he’s a fucking asshole and all–”

             Your friend claps and immediately stops dancing. 

 “Great! I’m gonna go talk to him!”

             Instantly you freeze, feeling frustrated at her attempts.

 “Do not, I repeat, do not embarrass me.”

             She waves you off as she backs herself off of the floor and winks at you. You immediately follow, trying to reach out and drag her back into your care to save yourself from having to deal with the same shit Mingi had to deal with.

 “Ramona!” You shout her fake name as a warning, but it’s ignored as she closes in on Seonghwa and clumsily stands beside him as she starts talking.

             You look at her, then at Seonghwa, and realize he was still watching you before he drags his eyes away and gives her one of the most insincere smiles you’ve ever seen.

 ~

             After a good ten minutes of letting her shoot her shot against your warning, you decide to make your way over to either save your best friend or save your job by getting her away from him. 

 “Ramona, you should have some water,” you comment as you walk up and blatantly ignore your boss.

 “Taken care of,” She smiles and wiggles her brows, swirling her cup of water in your face. “I don’t see why you think Seonghwa is so–”

             You cut her off immediately, glancing at Seonghwa and the way his face falls into curiosity at her unfinished sentence. 

 “I think we should be heading out! Don’t mind her,” You wave him off, trying to pull her from the bar and as far away from your boss as you possibly can. 

             By the time you get outside of the room, preparing to drag her all the way down this hallway and out outside to call a ride for the two of you, you’re glaring at her. The music is still loud, and your ears are ringing a bit from the frustration.

 “Why the fuck would you say anything like that in front of him?” You argue, watching her realize that she really was out of line.

 “I wasn’t even thinking, god, I’m so sorry,” She says, already preparing to fall to her knees in an apology.

 “You do realize he’s probably going to ask me what you meant, right? How am I supposed to explain that? You are not ever coming with me to a company event again.”

             She pleads with her eyes, genuinely appearing sorry before her gaze shifts and she’s staring directly behind you. 

 “You can’t just try to fuck my boss and then throw me out to the wolves like that!”

 “Hey, wait,” she tries to stop you, wanting to save whatever facade you have left in front of your boss.

 “He’s going to think I talk shit about him!”

 “You think I don’t know that my team talks shit about me?” A voice rings out from behind you, breaking whatever happy drunken state you had left and causing you to freeze on the spot. 

             You don’t turn around as your eyes fall to your quite possible ex-best-friend as the realization hits you. You’re already lying down in the hole that’s been dug for you.

 “Just an hour ago I heard Mingi tell his date that I’m not as nice as I seem.” 

             His voice sounds a little defeated as you finally try to force yourself to turn to him. Mostly because, if anything, if he knows that the majority of you talk shit, he can’t single you out, can he? 

             Except, he kind of is. You can’t imagine he would approach Mingi about it like he is to you.

 “I’m sorry,” you say as you turn to face him, expecting a specific emotion to be on his face but feeling shocked that he looks fucking smug about it. 

 “I’m not going to pretend that everyone likes me, but I hope you’re all aware of the fact that I can’t be your friend in the office. I've got a boss too, and he’s not exactly fond of the way things have been going lately.”

             You know that. You are more than aware that every employee has a boss, and every boss has a boss, and every boss’s boss has a boss. You happen to be almost at the bottom of that chain though, and it is hard at times to imagine someone like Seonghwa feeling the same stress that he makes you feel. 

 “This party was meant for us to unwind, even me. Why do you think the CEOs aren’t here?” He laughs, wondering if you’re too drunk for him to be this forward with you. “I paid for this party with my money, they don’t even know we are having it right now.”

             Interesting. 

 “So, I think you should stay.” He finishes, looking at you as if he has all the confidence in the world knowing that the majority of the people at this party dislike him.

 “I also think we should stay,” Your friend pipes in from behind you, poking her head out from your shoulder. 

             Without even answering, Seonghwa turns to wave the two of you back to the party with a smile that is…more sincere than you’ve ever seen. Maybe he isn’t so bad. Before your friend can usher you past him though, he’s tapping your shoulder and giving you a concerned look. 

 “Can I actually speak with you alone?” He asks, his face appears more genuine than you’ve ever seen it before. 

             Your friend turns to look at you, motioning for you to come with her but you look back at Seonghwa and shrug before following him down the hall and outside.

 ~

             What you were expecting when you stepped out of those doors with your boss was a more in-depth review of how you’re acting. You thought he would break that somewhat genuine persona now that there’s no one around to listen, and he would give you a harsh warning to not defame his character at a party that he paid for.

             No, no, no. It appears he has a different motive. One that threw you for a loop. One that made you wonder if you were on a hidden camera show, one that caused interest to replace disdain. You were not expecting him to stumble through his words at you, nor were you expecting him to admit that he’s nervous to be bringing it up at all. Seeing your boss break character was something to remember, but you forgot all about it the moment he laid out his proposal.

             To put it bluntly, your boss wants to fuck, or rather, your boss wants you to fuck him. Never mind how you got to this point, and never mind the fact that he’s brought you back inside and given you at least eight glasses of water and two plates of snacks to sober you up with so he can present his offer again when you’re more aware of his words. Never mind the fact that your best friend just left with Yunho, and never fucking mind the fact that you’re more than willing to go home with him and pretend that Monday isn’t going to be awkward. 

 “Feel better?” Seonghwa asks, having not left your side since he spoke with you outside in the cold air. 

             It’s a strange kind of feeling, actually. After seeing two people shoot their shot at him, you find him by your side, not leaving you even for a moment. His stance appears to be that of an animal warding others from his prey and it’s kind of something you can’t think too hard about.

             If you remind yourself that he’s your boss, you want to leave. If you think about how just this morning you wanted to see him tumble down the stairs of your office building, you almost laugh and agree with the image, but– if you don’t think about those things, you look at him and see a very attractive man with the need to be, what was it he said? Put in his place? 

             An insane image on its own. Your boss taking you outside just to propose a hookup, asking you bluntly to put him in his place?  Telling you that you’re free to decline and that nothing would change at work, but that he thinks you’d be able to fulfill his desire of the night, especially with the way you look at him in such a frustrating way. He really came onto you like this, and with the way you accepted, it’s no wonder he’s so fucking confident.

 “Much better,” you respond, looking toward the door and watching the way people start to leave. “You really know how to sober a person up,”

 “Is that one of your famous insults toward me?” Seonghwa laughs, shifting his posture and leaning against you a bit, close enough to where you can hear him whisper, “You can be meaner about it, you know?”

             You can tell, even with his close proximity to you, that he’s trying to appear to be in a simple conversation with his staff. To anyone else, it wouldn’t appear strange or weird to find you standing next to your boss. Several times tonight, even those who hate him as much as you do were found next to him, speaking as if they aren’t going to talk shit Monday morning in the break room before he shows up two hours late. 

 “So, you’re really into that sort of thing?” You look at him, his gaze equally as evil as it usually is, except this time you realize the thoughts behind that gaze. All day, every day during the week, he looks at you like this. Never have you seen him do it to someone else. You thought it was because he hated you and wanted to make your working life a living hell.

 “I am, and I do not usually offer myself to someone I work with,” he leans away, processing the fact that he’s actually never proposed this with a person at his office. Better yet, a person who is under his management. It’s dangerous, and it’s probably stupid, but since the moment he hired you he’s wanted you.

             His interest in you only grew the more you’d roll your eyes at him, the more he’d catch your hushed insults about him, the more you’d groan after he would leave your space thinking he was out of earshot. 

 “Oh yeah?” You ask for confirmation, “why are you approaching me with it then?”

             He looks at you with a smirk and you watch as his eyes trail down your body for a few moments before meeting your eye again.

 “You’re my type,” he admits, “and I don’t come across my type often.”

 “Do you often single out your type and make them feel as if they’re not capable?” You counter, testing the waters. 

 “Yes.” 

 ~

             As strange as it felt leaving your car behind (despite that kind of being a given whether you went home or not), getting into Seonghwa’s car felt far weirder to you. The sleek paint job matches the suits he cycles through day by day. Having your shoes on makes you feel like you’re dirtying up his floorboards, and you feel like if you move too much the car will eject you out of itself based on how not-rich you appear to be.

 “You’re sure you want this?” Seonghwa buckles himself in, placing a hand on the steering wheel and looking straight at the keyhole shape on your top. “I can drive you home if you decide you don’t want to.”

             Seeing him blatantly checking you out like this is a new sort of experience. Those eyes are doing the same thing that you’ve grown to hate except now you’re excited to feel them on you. The stoic boss who intimidates others through a single look alone is now sitting next to you in his car, broken out of his work-day demeanor and staring at you as if you don’t work for him at all. 

 “I’d just end up inviting you inside,” you admit, your eyes now trailing down his body and stopping between his legs.

             His smile is mischievous when he realizes that you’re checking him out too, and he trails his eyes down his own body to see what you’re looking at. He shifts a bit to spread his legs further before looking back at you.

 “I’ll take your word for it,” he says, intentionally twitching in his pants before reaching his hand over to your cheek. “there’s nothing you can’t do when you look at me like that.”

             You’re taken aback by how blatant and blunt he is. From asking you at all to now knowing he doesn’t have to think too hard about it. You wonder if you’ll still hate him after tonight. There was very little small talk at all, he really went straight to the point of fucking the moment he got you alone. 

 “Maybe you’ll take my word for it next time I’m trying to work and you interrupt me then?” You playfully argue, feeling him pull his hand back and place it on his keys to start the car. 

 “Oh no,” he coos, now turning to look behind him to back out. “I might trust you to fuck me, but you’re not going to get the chance to submit this project without me looking at every word, number, and punctuation mark.”

             You nod, feeling warm at the way he somehow slips dirty talk into business casual talk. You say nothing as he backs the car out and begins to slowly drive out and away from all of the familiar faces waiting for their ride and cars to be delivered to them. Instead, you find yourself watching him navigate his car. So used to seeing him stalk around the office, even more used to seeing him type against your keyboard to fix your mistakes– he’s much more attractive when he’s not under the morgue lighting of the office. Much more attractive sitting in that seat next to you, eyes focused on the road rather than looking at you. 

 “You’re staring,” he breaks the silence, glancing over to you as he reaches a red light. “I’m gonna need you to hate me for a little longer before you decide you like me,”

             You look away from him this time, shaking your head.

             The red light illuminates your face through the windshield as he now shamelessly looks at you again, knowing that once the light illuminates a different color on your cheeks, he can look away and contain himself. 

 “I’m staring too,” he admits, willing the red light to last for a bit longer so that he can see the way you react. “You don’t seem familiar with being brought home with a man,”

             You turn to look at him again, this time offended that he appears to believe you don’t get fucked on the regular. Well, he’s not entirely wrong and most of the time you’re just being fucked at your job with deadlines and stress.

 “I am very familiar with a man driving me home, just not familiar with you being that man,”

             Seonghwa nods, the green light now shining against your cheeks and forcing him to look away. 

 “Not something many people could get used to, I imagine,” Seonghwa pauses, going in loops in his head over how you intend to navigate the night with him. “Then again, it’s not every day that a woman gets to put her boss in his place.”

             Your mouth falls open at his words and how casually he says it, you’re constantly being hit with the reality of why you’re in this car. 

 “I’ve never done this before, you know?” You admit, feeling a bit nervous over the fact that the man who dominates the office wants you to dominate him.

 “I’ll talk you through it, don’t worry,” he explains, twitching in his pants at the idea of him asking you to do something and then you actually doing it. “Have you ever made a man cry before?”

 “Not in the way you’re expecting,” you laugh, trying to joke your way through the unfamiliar territory with him. 

 “I’m expecting a lot from you,” he smiles, eyes still on the road. “Besides, I’ve been told that I look good when I cry and beg.”

             Jesus fucking christ.

 ~

             You’re truly far too sober right now as you step through the door of his pretty house, the marble floors sparkle when he flips the light switch, and the echo in the room of your shoes tapping against the floor is drastically different from the laminate floors of your apartment. His walls are pristine, not a crooked painting in sight, his curtains look more comfortable than the blankets you cuddle up with at home, and fuck, the way he fits right in. His house matches him so well, it’s almost laughable.

 “Yeah, I can see it,” you say, looking around the spacious room before slipping your shoes off and trying to avoid the way he’s looking at you.

 “See what?” He asks, amused at the way you’re reacting to his home. 

 “This is definitely your house, and you definitely paid for that party.”

             He chuckles, walking around a counter space and running his fingers through his hair before leaning forward against it. 

 “I’m not really in the mood to talk about myself right now,” he opens his eyes again and there’s that glaring look again. “I’d prefer it if we get straight to the point.”

             You swallow hard, walking up to the other side of the counter and looking at him. You’re officially as nervous as you possibly could be in this situation. 

 “I will only direct you when you aren’t sure of what to do,” he smiles, wanting so badly to live out the fantasy that he often finds himself falling into when he looks at you. “Look around, find the room you want to fuck me in.”

             God, he’s so fucking blunt about it. Almost demanding despite admitting to wanting to be demanded himself. Not only is it weirdly sexy when he says it, but it still instills a huge amount of anxiety in your body over the fact that you’re going to have to analyze a room for sex and then trot back out here and tell him which one.

             You take a few moments to contain yourself before you nod awkwardly and start walking around his spacious and silent home. 

 “Can you like, play some music or something?” You turn to ask, and he nods.

             As you’re walking down a hallway, you can imagine yourself getting lost in this house. The music softly comes from every corner of every room as you begin your search as well. You’re thankful that no room in his home has to remain silent with the sound system that must have cost a fortune. It calms you as you stop at a door and open it.

 “No,” you immediately say, stepping back and ignoring the fact that Seonghwa has a fucking hot tub in his bathroom. 

             You continue up a set of stairs and look around for a moment. You feel like you’re taking too long as you begin to peek into each of the rooms on this level. How the fuck are you expected to pick a room when the only room you’ve ever been fucked in is a bedroom or a living room? Seonghwa is so fucking weird. 

             Finally, with all of the bedrooms appearing to be fit for a king that wants to be sexually dominated, you settle on the one that has the window facing the moon. So, you make your way back downstairs, feeling your brain count down your demise the closer you get to him.

 “The room with the really big windows,” you immediately say in a nonchalant way when you get back to him, feeling small.

 “Oh yeah? Why?” He asks, stepping away from the counter he had been patiently waiting for you at. 

             You expected that he wanted you to name the room, but you didn’t exactly prepare a reason as to why you wanted to fuck him in the specific room. 

 “Um,” you pause, shocked at his question. “The moon looks nice I guess?”

             He hums. 

 “You’re expected to be looking at me, babe, not the moon.”

             Babe?! Never has he called you by anything other than your name until now, it’s making your heart jump.

 “Ah, well,” you shift your weight to your other leg and shrug, “Do you have any suggestions then?”

             He shakes his head with a chuckle, walking up to you and ushering you backward. 

 “From this moment forward, I am suggesting nothing but how to touch me,” he says as he begins to undo each button on his shirt. “take me to the room.” He adds, slipping his shirt out of his pants and reaching for his belt.

             You’re still stumbling backward as you watch him undress. He really jumps right into it then?

  Your eyes are stuck as your pupils begin to widen at the image of him walking you backward. No longer does he feel like your boss, this is someone else, this is someone you want. He appears so ready, willing, and determined at this moment too, so you try to match energy.

             Confidence coming back far too quickly to realize, you turn and lead him to the room you’ve chosen and for some odd reason, it feels easy to eye-fuck him each time you look back at him on your way to the room. Still, you don’t know how to go about this or how to fuck him the way he wants you to but god damn are you willing to try. 

             He stands before you inside of the chosen room, an untucked shirt that is also unbuttoned, buckle hanging open from the loops of his pants, eyes equally as blown as yours as he licks against his lips and awaits your instruction. 

 “Do whatever you want,” he encourages you, dipping his head down to where he’s a mere inch from your face. “Kiss me, hurt me, fuck me, whatever you want.”

             You’re not sure if you will ever be able to get used to Seonghwa saying things like these, especially when they’re directed at you. It’s so fucking intimidating and entirely too arousing for you to comprehend within this short span of a single night. 

             Looking at him, he must be able to see the shock on your face at his words, and he softens his gaze a bit with a smile. 

 “Relax, don’t think of me as your boss right now–”

           You pause again because the only reason you’re doing this is because he’s your boss and he just offered himself to you in the midst of a company party that he paid for.

 “I’d prefer if I did think of you as my boss,”

 “I won’t be bossing you around though,” he counters before the realization hits him. “Oh, so you are on the same page?” he smirks when you look down at the floor.

             You nod before taking in a sharp breath and pulling him by his open collar, leading him to the floor just before reaching the bed. A little shocked still at how easy it is when you just do it, you do your best to stay calm and push back that nervous energy growing inside of you.

             He chuckles a bit at the harsh pull against his collar before falling to his knees at the spot you lead him to and he looks up at you and on instinct as he reaches between his legs, ready to pull himself out of his pants like he’s so used to doing when a woman has him in this position. 

             Looking down at him, you think you like him at this angle, and there’s that confidence again. You’re sick of this push and pull of your nervousness so you really try this time to let go and just– fucking do what you very clearly want to do.

             You step beside him and place yourself on the edge of the bed beside him and he watches you do it, turning his body so that he’s now sitting on the floor in front of you. Again, you try not to think when you awkwardly reach under your skirt and slip your panties down your legs, keeping them together so that he can’t see beneath the fabric. 

             He tilts his head as he watches the panties slide down your legs before reaching both hands out to your knees. 

 “I would have done that for you,” he comments, looking at the way your panties drop to the floor between the two of you and preventing himself from snatching them up to keep for his own personal reasons. 

             You’re starting to catch on. He did tell you what he’s into and so far, the only thing you’ve done was bring him to this room and sit him on the floor. Given, through those two actions your attraction towards him has surpassed what you’ve ever felt towards another man willing to get his cock out. 

 “What else would you do for me?” You ask, tilting your head and testing the waters.

 “Anything,” he responds, attempting to move your legs open in front of him, “anything you want, just tell me.”

             His voice is soft at that moment and it has you feeling a way that is somehow more unexpected than anything else. This is your chance to take out your frustrations through pleasure and it’s not like you’ve never done this before at least.

             Without a word, you gently reach to his hair, watching him sigh at the contact of your gentle fingers running through the strands, and then you grip his hair from the back and pull him forward. You spread your legs as you do it, skirt easily rolling up your thighs. 

             The fucking moan he lets out when you do that is pornographic, and it’s like he knows exactly what to do when he’s got his face so close to your heat. He’s already got his tongue out when you guide it straight to your clit, pressing his head closer to you to apply more pressure.

             You watch as his hands slip from your legs and go somewhere unseen, but you’re very aware of where they end up when you hear him unzip his pants.

 “Don’t touch yourself,” You attempt to demand, pulling his head back and looking at his face. “We've only just started.”

             He’s already gone, you can tell by the look in his eye that something inside of him switched the moment you grabbed him and pulled him between your legs. He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t say anything as he looks up at you like you’re some sort of goddess. It’s insane, really, seeing him like this. Having such a rich and intimidating man looking at you like this could become addicting if you think too hard about it.

             His hands come back to your legs after that, attempting to grip you as you grant him access to your clit again. He whines against your clit while you use him and you feel like you have so much power over him right now. You could say that you’re enjoying it a bit too much, enough to confidently start rolling your hips against his tongue, and strangely enough to pull his head back yet again and make him watch your pussy pulse at the loss of pleasure.

             Seonghwa tries to lean forward again immediately upon seeing it, wanting to grant your aching heat his tongue once again but you hold him back, spreading your legs more to the point that your skirt acts as an annoyance by this point and he still doesn’t look away.

 “I didn’t expect you to be so needy.” You comment, still rolling your hips just out of reach from his mouth. “You’re really just going to listen to everything I say?”

             His eyes roll up to meet yours with a nod, his lips glistening and his eyes shining from the moon. 

 “Yes.”

             You laugh at the power being given to you. 

 “Seonghwa, I genuinely cannot believe you piss people off just to have something to jerk off to later–”

             You let go of his hair by this point, allowing him to immediately attach his lips back to your clit, this time though, his tongue frantically splits you open as he trails his mouth down. He appears to be a man who wants nothing more than to pleasure the woman in front of him as his tongue tastes each fold with intent. He groans all the while before reaching his hand up and spreading your pussy with two fingers just to pull back and look directly at the hole he’s so badly wanted to fuck.

 “I only do that to you,” he finally admits with a sigh, leaning in to lick around your clenching hole and rolling his eyes to look up at you. 

 “Do you like it when I insult you?” You laugh, jolting at the use of his tongue and trying your damnedest not to react too much to it. Goddamn, does he know how to work the muscle though. 

 “Yes,” he pulls back with a breath, licking his lips and closing his eyes with a face of pleasure, “you’re so fucking sexy when you do.”

             You think back to all the times you’ve insulted him but you can’t recall a time where you think you’ve actually been caught doing it.

 “Have you been listening to the things I say about you?”

             He smirks from between your legs with a nod before flicking his tongue at you.

             Again, never could you have imagined your boss calling you babe or even saying that you’re sexy, but he’s right there with his tongue out between your legs, and he’s definitely said both of those things to you already. 

 “You can do better than that,” you try to insult him as goes back to lick up the wet that drips out of you like a hungry animal, closing your legs around his head as if to threaten that he will have to stop. 

             Seonghwa knows he can do better than this, then again, he knows you can be more mean than this too. He wants to make you feel good, yes, but he wants you to hate that it’s him who can do it. He wants you to go all out, slap him, pull his hair, sit on his face, choke him, make him cry.

             He moans out from between your legs at all of the things he’s willing to let you do, this time tucking his tongue inside of you as deep as it can go. You said he can do better, and luckily for you, he hadn’t been using the full length of his tongue just yet. 

 “Can’t believe you’re already so wet for me,” he compliments you as he pulls back to breathe for a moment, “put your hands back in my hair, pull it–stop letting me breathe.”

             Your mouth falls open at his words because honestly, you’ve only just recovered from feeling his tongue pry you open, but you don’t protest. He did say he was going to tell you how to touch him, but you didn’t quite expect it to be this way.

             Despite him technically instructing you, much like he would at the office, this task is much easier to run with on your own as you slip your fingers back into his hair and pull a bit harder than you did originally.  When he attempts to move his mouth back to your clit, you hold his head in place and look down at him. Your breath is caught in your throat at the way he smiles at the grip in his hair, and god, he looks so fucking good with his tongue buried in a pussy that you genuinely can’t help to grab his hair with your other hand as well.

             He groans at that, stiffening his tongue and allowing you to hold his head in place as you roll your hips against it, essentially treating his mouth as if it were a stationary toy stuck against your bedroom wall. 

             Seonghwa knew you’d be good at this, even if you need a little encouragement. The best part is that you’re not letting up and that you’re losing yourself to the pleasure between your legs. He’s running out of breath, his nose bumping against your clit each time you grind forward against his face– the mixture of your slick and his saliva ultimately plugging his airways and allowing his face to start going red. 

             Your eyes are closed by now as you throw your head back and grip his hair harder. Only when you’re close to climax do you pull a hand back from his hair and start rubbing your own clit. When you open your eyes to see him again, you note the color of his cheeks are a deep red but god, you’re so close. If you could just–

             His grip against your legs gets tight as your body releases the tension, his tongue still tasting the walls inside of you as you gush out a wave of hot slick for him to swallow up with pleasure, and he does, despite having no air to breathe. When you release his hair as you release, you can feel him shift– keeping his tongue inside of you for a few moments before shoving your hand away and moving his tongue to your clit. Stroking against you so quickly with the flicks of his tongue, you can feel his fingers scooping up the rest of the mess coming out of you before you finally relax and fall back against the bed.

             Well, fuck. 

             Without a second to lose, despite being out of breath yourself, you’re reeling from the post-orgasm brain and he looks so fucking good right now, mouth coated in your juices that you hesitate very little when you speak.

 “Lay down on the bed.”

             Instantly he does, lying himself down, his cock pressing so heavily against his pants that you feel bad that he hasn’t been able to get any pleasure yet.

 “Let me see you touch yourself.” 

             Seonghwa smirks as he sees the confidence grow inside of you. This is exactly what he wants from you. He wants you to watch him, he wants you to be just out of reach, teasing him and mocking him for wanting you as badly as he does. Most of all, he wants to see your eyes go dark at his ability to suffer for you. 

             He looks down at himself and the way his cock strains against one of the nicer pairs of pants he owns, and then he looks at you and licks his lips just to taste you again. 

             You watch his entire body shiver the moment he places his palm against his bulge, grabbing and adjusting himself over his pants before his eyes squeeze shut before falling to you. 

 “Go on,” you instruct, lifting your top off of you and finally ridding yourself of the skirt that sits around your waist. 

             He wastes no time as he watches you undress, each expanse of new skin he sees causes his hand to press harder against himself. You can hear the drag of the fabric against his palm too, offering him a pleasure that is likely more painful than anything, but he’s still moaning like he loves it.

             You study the way his hand moves and you take note of when his body tenses and he releases a sweet sigh of pleasure. You want to know how he likes it specifically so you don’t give it to him. 

             When you’re fully undressed and no longer feeling awkward, considering you just came against his tongue, you sit between his legs and lean back, spreading your legs to give him something more to look at.

             The sound of fabric rubbing against him becomes more intense at that point, and his eyes stay only on your pussy as he does it. He lifts his head, straining his neck to get a better view of it. 

 “Don’t let me come too fast,” he groans, knowing for a fact that he could come right here, right now if you tell him to.

 “You’ll come when I say you can,” you smile, almost mesmerized by the way his hips press up and into his palm with a choked-out sob. 

 “And you say you’ve never done this before?” he lets out a small laugh before rolling his eyes back at the way your pussy pulses before him. 

             You can see him try to not lose himself completely in order to encourage you and tell you what to do if you need it.

 “I watch porn, you know,” you say, trailing your fingers down to your chest and running them over your aroused nipples. 

             Seonghwa watches you like a wild animal, his mind reeling with what you must look like watching porn and fucking yourself. He’s jealous of your fingers and of any man that’s ever gotten between your legs. His length is aching by this point as his body lets out yet another shiver. 

             You watch for a few moments longer before noticing that he genuinely appears to be working himself up to orgasm like this. You shift forward and grab his wrist, stopping his hand from granting himself the pressure he appears to need so badly. He watches you, hips chasing his hand as you move it up and place it directly at your core. 

 “That’s enough for you,” you say, watching his brows knit together and then fall to relief when you gasp at the way he flicks your clit in a rough, frantic type of way. 

             He listens too well, especially when you lean back on your arms and thrust your hips up toward him. You’re right there, spread out between his legs, displaying yourself in such a shameless way that he can’t help but slide his fingers down and instantly into you. 

             Your body jolts a bit at that, but the way his fingers slide against your walls has you looking directly into his eyes with the blown pupils he now decides that he’s obsessed with. His cock is in front of you, and when you press forward a bit with your hips, you can see his wrist rub against himself and he groans each time he does it. 

             His fingers still appear to focus on you though, with the way you feel him searching for the spot inside of you each time he curls his fingers up. Finally, you moan for him and he moans immediately after in response to it. 

             His cock is making an attempt to stand at attention but is still restricted by his pants, you can see the pre-cum soaking him almost entirely by this point and you fucking love it. You scoot further up, holding his wrist and keeping his hand in place as you sit against his thighs this time, bumping his bulge yourself when you pull his fingers out of you and place them against his lips.

 “Lick,” you demand, watching his tongue wrap around the tip of one of his fingers as he sucks it into his mouth.

             Honestly, the way he’s still giving you that same lusty glare as before, it’s got you nearly falling apart at the loss of his fingers even though it was entirely your fault. He acts like he loves it too, humming around his fingers before letting them fall from his lips as you grind up again against the bottom half of his length. 

             You don’t have a lot of patience at this moment, unfortunately. Again, this is new for you and you can’t imagine waiting much longer to at least see his cock, if anything to see him tear up at a new sensation that isn’t his pants.

             You break eye contact and move forward, sitting directly against his bulge and letting out a sigh of how fucking hard it is under you before sliding back harshly and frantically pulling yourself up to rid him of his pants.

             He’s a bit shocked at how fast you move, and a bit disappointed that you’re already preparing to jump his bones without at least an hour of foreplay and edging, but he’s already melted for you and will do anything you want. He even chuckles a bit when you stare directly at his raging cock before you after taking off his pants. Part of him thinks you might even take it into your mouth with the way you’re looking at it. He twitches his cock at you, a crooked smile appearing across his face before he’s getting the air knocked out of him.

             You sit directly on it, sliding against his length while holding your breath and essentially nuzzling it between your glistening folds. He can feel your hole pulse against the underside of his cock and it’s making him fucking feral for you.

             His mouth is open in a silent moan, hands gripping your waist and toes curling at the heat surrounding him before he’s finally opening his eyes to look at you.

 “You mentioned someone telling you that you look pretty when you beg, why haven’t you begged for me yet?” You ask, appearing to be completely composed, perched with his length being coated by your slick between your legs. 

 “Because you’re giving me everything I want.”

             You take a moment to think. Damn. 

             As quickly as you grant him the pleasure, you take it away as you slide off of his length and hover over him instead, pushing his opened shirt to the side and roughly pinching his nipples. You’re not sure if he’s into this, but he said you could do anything, so. 

 “I will do nothing but this until you beg, then,” 

             You watch his eyes roll at the feeling of your soft fingers attempting to abuse his chest and he could probably go insane for you at this moment. He’s been played with this way before, but never do women focus on his nipples like this, they prefer he play with theirs. 

             He writhes at the sensations and you wonder if having the nubs played with shoots a pleasure through his body much like it does yours. He appears to be slightly lost in his thoughts while you do it too, you can feel his pre-cum practically pouring out when he writhes and the head hits your thigh. 

             Seonghwa looks kind of beautiful like this. Little beads of sweat form on his forehead as he tries to contain his body at nothing more than harsh pinches and rubs against his nipples. You continue to watch him fall apart, almost amazed that such a sensation can have him looking like he’s already got his cock buried into someone, you finally let yourself sit again. 

 “Still not going to prove to me how pretty you look when you beg?” You ask, rolling your hips and once again burying his cock between your lips. 

             He groans, knowing full well that he can cum from nipple stimulation alone, but now you’re sitting on him again and it’s like, damn.

 “Choke me,” he grunts, trying to press his cock through your folds in a sharp thrust upwards. 

 “Hm?” you coo, lifting slightly so he loses the sensation again. 

 “Choke me,” he asks again, and then again.

 “You’re asking, not begging,”

             His hips continue to chase the warmth of your bare pussy just out of reach as he smirks at your words. You’re right, and he is so, so willing to beg you at this moment. 

 “Please, choke me if you’re going to sit on my cock like this–” he pauses, “I want you to choke me and sit harder, please.”

             Satisfied though not entirely sold considering he looks pretty with or without begging, you do sit down again, this time harder and trying not to sigh out at the way he nods frantically with a moan. Experimentally, you place your hand around his neck and lean forward, licking his bottom lip.

             You see him shiver again at the feeling of your soft hands around his neck. His hips now stay in place as his hands reach for your hips and make an attempt to hold you down against him, almost as if he’s trying to suffocate his own length with your lips. 

 “Tighter,” he groans, now moving his hips in short thrusts into the tight heat the two of your bodies have managed to create. 

             You listen, though you’ve never really choked another person before, you figure he would tell you if you’re doing it wrong. Squeezing tighter, wondering if you should use both hands to do this, you groan at the feeling of the head of his cock bumping your clit as he moves beneath you. 

             He doesn’t appear to be straining at all, and perhaps you’re doing it incorrectly. You figure you are when he releases a hand from your hip and envelops your own, pressing your hand harder against his throat as a crooked smile plays at his lips. 

 “Like this,” he winces, flexing his abdomen and tightening his core at the feeling of his breath being restricted. “I can come like this–” he chokes out, releasing his tightened muscles and allowing himself to spiral into a pool of pleasure at how wet you’ve gotten for him. The slide of his cock is so easy, it’s so smooth and slippery on him that he barely has to move now.

 “You’re not going to, though,” you smile, trying to tighten your grip more against his neck and watching the way his plush lips fall slack. 

             It must appear silly. You’re just sitting on him completely bare, and him mostly bare. There’s barely any movement between the two of you and he still seems to be having a hell of a time as you hold his throat and talk to him. You can feel his body tense and release every few seconds, and his adam's apple bobs under your palm every few seconds as he somehow keeps his composure through this. 

             Momentarily, you do bring another hand up to his neck, this time sliding yourself up his length before pressing back again. He can’t even groan at this point but you can see him try. His pulse quickens under your fingers and you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut and tenses his body against you. 

             Seonghwa knows he’s in for it, because he’s most definitely about to come and he can’t even tell you that. He’s usually great at preventing it, but with you so focused on keeping his breathing restricted while lazily grinding yourself down on him? Maybe he doesn’t want to listen this time. 

             You note his lips curl up and you instantly release his throat, his face only going slightly more pink than it was before you grabbed him by the throat and his hand instantly tries to force your hands back against his pulse. 

 “No, keep going, i’m gonna–” 

             You pull back immediately and watch him even out his breathing before groaning in frustration at you. Now, he’s looking at you like he will beg and to be fair, they were right. He does somehow look more pretty like this, with a hint of disappointment in his eyes. 

             You pay no mind to it despite burning the image into your brain and pulling yourself back before, without warning (again), you grab his length and sink down until your ass meets his thighs. He is already out of air again, feeling your pussy adjust to him and clench around him, essentially jerking him off better than he does himself. 

             Struggling yourself not to wince at how full you suddenly feel, you try to focus on the way he whines when you place your hand back around his throat. He’s twitching inside of you and trying to fuck into you as soon as you do it, but he is unable to as you squeeze tighter around his neck as a warning. You are far more comfortable doing it now. 

 “Do not fuck me,” you warn, seeing his hand slide across the comforter and clutch it until his knuckles are while. 

             He groans more when you clench around him, teasing his aching cock with the inability to fuck you the way he so desperately wants to. He tries to buck up just a little bit this time. 

 “Seonghwa, do not fuck me,” you repeat, tightening your walls around him once again and listening to the sob he lets out in response. 

           His mouth falls slack and his eyebrows knit together, the beads of sweat on his forehead dampening his messy hair as you cockwarm him until, hopefully, he cries. 

             Seonghwa does as you say though, stilling his hips as he finally opens his eyes in a daze and looks at you. His hands release the comforter at this point, shooting to your hips as he looks down at snugly you’ve managed to tuck him inside of you. 

 “You like being fucked like you’re hated?” You ask, slightly releasing the tight grip around his neck and chuckling at the way you can see him try to control himself.  

             If you truly hated him though, you wouldn’t be doing this to him, but also– you imagine that if you were going to fuck someone like you hate them, you’d make them suffer much like this. Taking away their ability to fuck you despite the fact that they’re already inside of you. 

 “You don’t hate me,” he counters smugly but still with a shaking and pathetic sounding voice, “not with the way you’re drenching my cock like you own it.”

             You grip tighter at his neck and clench your pussy around him again, this time digging your ass against his tights and attempting to push him deeper into you. 

 “I do own it,”

 “Yes, fuck, there you go–” he hisses out with a seething bite to his voice, now unable to stop himself from fucking his hips up and into you. 

             You squeeze his neck once again as a warning, and you even try to press his hips down against the mattress to keep him from doing so, but his strength appears to overpower your own and it’s becoming hard to stop him anyway. Because you want it, and you want him so bad at this moment to absolutely fucking ruin you until you’re the one begging. You removed your hands from his throat and move them to both sides of his face, forcing him to look directly as you as he fucks up at an uncontrollable pace. 

             There, you watch him fall apart beneath you until you finally see those tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. His pupils grow and shrink with each second, and the sound of his hips hitting your thighs almost creates a mantra in your head that you never could forget..but, you stop him.

 “Do not fuck me, Seonghwa,” you warn for the last time and he fucking whimpers as he falls slack against the bed.

 “I want to fuck you,” he groans, chewing against his bottom lip and letting those tears roll down his cheek, “let me make you feel good, please,”

 “No.” You say, leaning down just an inch from his face before slipping yourself off of him and resuming the lazy grinds you’d granted him before. “Are you going to ask me to come in me, too?” you chuckle, watching him fall apart.

 “God, please, yes–” he thinks hard about the image of his seed spilling out of you, the image so arousing that he feels the heat in his abdomen grow regardless of not being inside of you anymore. 

 “We’ll see,” you continue, sliding up his length before finally slipping him back into you. This time, you moan, and this time, you’re unable to stop yourself from moving your hips as you reach for his hand and place it against your clit. 

             All of this teasing is supposed to be for him, but you’re fucking suffering too. You’re actually a little shocked that you remained composed until now. 

 “Make me come again and we’ll talk,”

             He’s eager to do just that, his bedroom eyes scanning your bouncing body as he somehow knows how to both rub your pussy and prevent himself from releasing into you at the same time. He does start to struggle when you start to clench from orgasm around him though, and he moans louder than you do when he sees you fall apart on top of him. 

 “You’re so fucking hot,” he says angrily, wanting nothing more than to be the one dominating you at this moment, edging you, making you beg–  “You look so good when you’re fucking yourself on me,” he continues through your orgasm, “keep making those pretty sounds, let me hear you.”

             You do, riding him and feeling his fingers on you all the way up until his thighs are dripping with your wet and he’s left melting under you with arousal. He thinks he’d let you use him again and again if he can watch you do that again. 

 “You want to come in me?” You finally say, out of breath. 

             It’s like music to his ears as he nods frantically, his cock feeling neglected despite having been actively fucked.

 “Then do it,” You say, sitting on him and refusing to move as your arousal continues to drip onto him.

             He tries to move his hips but you mock him for it. 

 “No, come like this. If you want me so bad, if you want to come so bad, do it.”

             Seonghwa doesn’t hesitate at all. You can see his eyes cross and roll to the back of his head just as you say that to him and for some reason, you feel a little bad about it. He’s so willing to come like this, so willing to let you leave this room as the satisfied one, so willing to control himself. Before you can grant him anything else though, his hands are on your waist and you realize that he’s literally already coming. 

             His silence alone should have told you that, with the way his cock is twitching and spilling into you non-stop since you said those words. Never have you seen a man come on command like that, and fuck, Seonghwa, what the fuck?

             You rush to lean forward, leaning down as his cock stands idle inside of you as it continues to release, all the way until your tongue is flicking his nipple and his body jolts. You feel him fuck up this time, prolonging his orgasm as you kiss against his chest and leave a bruise or two against each nub until he’s managed to empty himself entirely into you. 

             Just as you think it’s over, he appears to have an uprise in energy as he flips you back and lets you fall against the bed, his head instantly sinking between your legs to lick his mess up before it spills out of you. Every last drop is what he wants, just so you can see that he can and will always be willing to do disgusting things for your pleasure. 

             By the time he’s done, he pulls back and looks at you with one of the most fucked out smiles you’ve ever seen on another person. 

 ~

             Though he already used his tongue to clean you up, he went the extra mile and left the room to grab supplies to further clean the two of you up, and only falters when your face appears to be back to normal. He’s unsure of where to go from here, considering you’re still part of his team and it’s unfortunate that there’s still the reality of everything to face. 

 “Do you want to stay?” He asks, the opened shirt that was never removed hanging from his shoulders as his own gaze falls into something soft and less hungry. 

             You don’t know how to answer, because, like, is it wrong to want to stay?

 “You were so talkative while you were riding my dick, babe,” he chuckles, wondering if you can be as dominant in post-sex conversation as you are when you’re actively fucking. 

 “Would you feel better if I make all of the decisions now? Like what you’re used to me doing?”

             You nod silently, wincing at the soreness between your legs despite doing more cock-warming than fucking. 

 “You’re spending the night, and I’ll have something for you to eat in the morning,” He wiggles his brows only for a second, now wondering if this will be a regular thing or not. “Actual food, I mean, but– y’know,” 

             He pauses to look at you as he speaks.

 “I’m not against doing this with you again, just so you know.”

             The smile that stretches across your face is relieving to him, especially when you nod and meet his eye without hesitation. 

 “Sorry if it wasn’t that good, I’ve really never done this before–” You go to apologize but he stops you.

 “You did better than you think you did, if anything, you could be rougher,” he admits with a warm chuckle, running his hands through his fucked up hair. “I knew you were my type.” 

             You can’t help but contrast who Seonghwa is now versus who he was to you yesterday. Monday is going to be interesting. Which–wait.

 “What’s going to happen on Monday?” You ask, feeling a bit of doubt about this whole arrangement.

 “Right, about that,” He ticks his tongue before leaning back and lounging against the headboard. “Obviously we can’t let anyone find out. We both would be risking our jobs over this–” 

             Brain still half-horny, you wiggle your own brows at him and he looks at you curiously with a mischievous smile of his own. 

 “No,” he warns, holding his hands up and shaking his head. “We can’t sneak around at work. If anyone found out that I want you to, quite literally, gag me and slap me around–”

 “Right, you wouldn’t be able to intimidate them anymore,” 

             You can’t help but feel special at this moment in this big room with the huge windows and moon shining in. 

 “Would you be against me at least, y’know, being inappropriate when it’s just us?”

             Seonghwa studies you for a moment as he thinks to himself.

 “Like I said before, there’s nothing you can’t do when you look at me like that.”

 ~

#seonghwa smut #park seonghwa smut #ateez smut #seonghwa #park seonghwa #ateez fic #seonghwa fic #ateez headcanons #seonghwa headcanons #seonghwa x reader #ateez au #seonghwa oneshot

[basu-shokikita]

uh-oh!

so i just found out i'm being cancelled once again XD alright here we go since you guys are addicted to making up rumors about me

yes i'm into south park, yes i've done zines though if you did the smallest bit of research you'd seen that one of the rules states the characters must be aged up, just like the show aged them up in the post covid special

that said, i am now checking the carrd for the kyman zine is dead so it's not your fault, you guys just couldn't help assuming the worst about a person right?

moving on...

i have not sent people my followers after people who 'express discomfort of my actions', the only time any of my friends spoke to any of these bullies it was @triplefaggot who was already mentioned here, telling someone in one (1) message to stop interacting with their posts because they're my friend and! surprise! when you spread malicious rumors about someone their friends will usually not like you! yeah pretty crazy i know, it's almost like, even the people you hate have people that love them or something.

i have no idea who these people you mention are honestly. if anything i'm impressed anyone was defending me without my knowledge? also, i have never namedropped any of the people who actually did namedrop me in their private server publicly or in this account so uh, no idea how my followers would go after anyone, let alone harass them off the fandom.

but yeah, complete slander aside, @mirrorshards and @triplefaggot are in fact my friends and, even though i don't post the same content they do, if you find them morally reprehensible or whatever, you should probably block me as well. like please just put me in this fandom's blocklist or whatever but do it already instead of obsessing with me and inventing outlandish shit to justify your dislike of me. it's pathetic and honestly kind of embarrassing. i literally have no idea who the op from the 'callout' post is like???????

that's it from my side and if you have any questions my asks are open ✌️ not the anonymous ones, though, duh

#personal #discourse #? #i truly wouldve never found out about this if i hadnt been messaged by someone like thats how out of the loop i am with this fandom #and i do not mind being cancelled by this fandom but man can you at least not make shit up its not that hard #also who is the person fighting on our behalf im so confused JHDFJKHDS #again i truly did not imagine anyone wanting to defend me outside my friends #anyway bye bozos #have fun creating my alt evil sona or whatever

[hellfireclubmember]

Matching Nails

a/n: i've had this ready for a while now, was waiting for tumblr to fix something for my account. hoping it worked. also this is just super fluffy and fun, i needed some comfort eddie to prepare for tomorrow.

summary: a casual hang out with your best friend turns a little more complicated when some things are confessed/blurted.

word count: 1.3k

warning: maybe like two curse words, tons and tons of fluff, probably some grammar mistakes. Read it a few times but don't trust myself to have caught everything.

“Okay what do you think of this dude?” Eddie turned himself over in his seat and held up his notebook for you.

You were sat on his bed, bottle of nail polish balanced on your history textbook. The only sources of light were three small lamps scattered around the room, one being a green lava lamp. There was music lightly playing as you both worked on your separate tasks. You loved being at Eddie’s, no matter what you were doing, you spent so much time in his trailer you could see some of your stuff littered around his room; shirts, hair ties, bottles of different colored polish, and some cassettes of your favorite music, which he pretended to hate keeping mixed with his own collection of ‘superior music’ but in actuality he loved having things you loved at his place.

Eddie’s room was the most comforting place in the world. Honestly, anywhere the greasy idiot happened to be was the most comforting place in the world for you. Of course, you would never admit that to him, he was cocky enough without that piece of information.

You looked up mid nail polish stroke, eyes landing on a messily drawn monster that was covering the page he was holding out to you.

“Do you think he’s cool enough for the campaign?” His gaze was scanning your face, eyebrows furrowed. He turned the journal over to himself. “Obviously not as the main villain but I think he’d make a good side quest. Got enough hit points to keep ‘em busy for a while.”

“Definitely cool enough for your group of nerds.” You said with a quick nod.

You watched him smile his big Eddie smile, the one that makes his eyes crinkle at the side and deepen the lines around his mouth. The one that made your heart swell in your chest. He was your best friend but that didn’t mean you couldn’t imagine what it would feel like to press a kiss to his annoyingly pretty lips.

He put his notebook down on his dresser and plopped himself down next to you, making the bed shake. “You done yet, sweetheart?” He wrapped his hand around one of your wrists and inspected the black paint that now covered your nails. “Looks good.” Eddie turned your hand over and kissed your palm. “Not as good as you.”

You rolled your eyes, as you always did when he made his flirty comments. Acting as if they didn’t make your pulse quicken. “Yeah, whatever, loser.” You looked at his hands, fingers covered in those silver rings you liked so much. “Eds, can I paint your nails?”

“‘Course u can, princess. Do me up good.” He said.

You grabbed his hand and put it down on your bent knee. You were quick to start the work on his nails, only getting distracted by how pretty his hands were a few times, which is something to be very proud of considering.

Whilst you worked Eddie couldn’t help but stare at you. Watching the concentrated look on your face, a fond smile found its place on his. He loved moments where he could just sit and look at you, they were his favorite. When he really thought about it, Eddie realized most of his favorite things to do revolved around you; being near you, spending time with you, looking at you, holding you.

Oh my god, I love her, I’m totally stupidly in love with her. When the hell did that happen? He thought as he instinctively moved his hand to run through his hair.

You tightened your grip on his wrist, looking up incredulously. “Eddie, you made me mess up!”

“Huh?” he looked down at his hand. “Right, yeah, sorry.”

You flicked his forehead as punishment and continued to paint his nails, completely oblivious to the man’s full-on crisis.

He couldn’t believe he was this particular cliché, in love with his best friend.

Seriously, when the fuck did that happen?

“Okay, all done.” You closed the bottle of black nail polish, completely satisfied with your artwork. The nail polish really added to the allure of his pretty hands. “What do you think? I think it’s my best work yet.”

You didn’t hear his usual snarky comment so you looked at Eddie. He was staring ahead, his beautiful big brown eyes wide, not really looking at anything in particular. He was uncharacteristically quiet, usually you have to bribe him with food or something to get him to shut up.

“Eddie?” You poked his side. “C’mon I was here the whole time. There is no way you could’ve gotten high when I wasn’t looking.” You sat on your knees in front of him, leaning over to get a better look. You brushed the hair out of his eyes. “Eds?”

When Eddie felt your hand he looked up at your eyes that were filled with worry. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t realized he loved you when you looked like this. Everything about you was perfect, your eyes, your hair, your lips. Oh god, your lips. Wait was he staring at your lips? He hasn’t said anything in a really long time. He should probably say something.

“Nails.”

“Um.. yeah, I painted your nails.”

Eddie looked down at his hands. His eyes shifted forward to yours. “Our nails match.” He mumbled.

“Oh yeah.” You stretched your hands out. “I guess they do match.” You hadn’t noticed, but now that he pointed it out you could almost feel your heart triple in size like the Grinch. When your eyes lifted back up to meet Eddie he seemed to find everything else more interesting. This was seriously the strangest Eddie has ever acted and you had seen him stoned out of his mind just staring at a wall. You started feeling a little anxious, scared you might’ve done something to make him feel uncomfortable. “Dude, did the nail polish fumes get to your head? Why are you being so fucking weird?” You playfully pushed his shoulder to get him to look up or say something.

He really was being weird; he just wasn’t sure how to handle this new information. Eddie did this thing where when he started thinking about something, he couldn’t stop. No matter what was going on around him, it just bounced around in his head until he eventually exploded or just somehow spat it out.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

The words just kind of hung in the air for a while, fluffy and pretty. Your brain was trying so hard to process them. Being best friends with Eddie, there weren’t a lot of things that could shock you but he has truly blindsided you. There you were bated breath and all that cheesy stuff. This just felt like some sort of cruel joke or something. You couldn’t hold back the giggle that escaped you.

“Are you seriously laughing at my vulnerable confession right now? My heart is on my sleeve.” Eddie was trying to lighten the mood but he was on the verge of throwing up.

“Eddie, you idiot. You think you’re in love with me?” You felt like the smile on your face couldn’t be any bigger. “Well, I know I’m in love with you.”

And there it was, that big Eddie smile. You only saw it for a second before he smashed his lips on yours, making you fall backwards onto his bed. He was above you, his hands on either side of your face. You were too elated to think properly. When you finally realized the placement of his hands, you broke the kiss.

“Eds, my hard work!” you grabbed one of his hands to look at his nails.

“(y/n), please don’t interrupt my hard work.” He grinned, connecting your lips together again.  

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things fluff #eddie munson x you #robin buckley #billy hargove x reader #eddie munson fluff #steve harrington imagine #eddie munson imagine

[schoolnerdateen]

Teen Wolf Movie: Review

*Spoilers please be aware!*

• First of… no Stiles in this movie. We knew that, but I was hoping for a surprise cameo to happen. Unfortunately it didn’t. They mentioned him a few times though.

• We got Malia and Parrish as a couple, which I did not expect. I don’t like it, I have mixed feelings.

• I wished they had some type of location subtitle in the beginning. You know how some scenes will say “New York” and the next scene it will say “Peru?” That is what I wanted.

• It didnt take place in New York of Peru….or at least not peru that I know of

• The evil fact that we get to keep Allison (I do love her no offense) and not Derek is totally unfair!

• I literally cried at that scene. I will get to said scene soon

• coach saying Scott was Greenberg to win the lacrosse game was a good one. Coach is always funny. We stan coach on this account.

• Allison slowly and then all at once remembering everything from Lydia’s wail.

• The Jeep is still iconic. I love Eli hotwiring the Jeep.

• side note: I always joke about hot writing a car but never done it. I also don’t have the mechanical skills for that. Also cuz the scene in stitch the movie where they hot wire a car or plane thing.

• Sad that Jackson didn’t use his abilities. Would’ve been fun to see them again.

• Mr Harris (the old chemistry teacher that was used as a sacrifice in season 3) as the villian-besides Nogustine of course-was not who I expected.

• I thought it be Kate or Gerard. Or someone at least in the argent line.

• The funeral scene had me in tears. As someone who also lost my dad, I felt that pain. We also got coach at there too.

• Oh! I did not like Scott’s buzzcut/shaved hair. Unpopular opinion, but I hate Stiles’ shaved head in the beginning. Honestly, it’s a terrible look in general.

• We didn’t have Kira, but we had a new girl kitsune, which didn’t do a lot in the movie. Not like lazy, but more “not enough scenes” of her. Not a lot of character or story to her.

• My favorite part of shows moving to streaming is that they can curse. Unlike Criminal minds, they didn’t do it a lot. Oh, someone on here mentioned it felt unnatural and weird for the characters, which I agree. Some moments probably deserved it, but others didn’t feel right.

• Probably not new, but if Argent is scared then you know somethings up.

• Liam is still my favorite beta.

• I’m trying to remember everything in the last 2 hours…

• Edit: I totally forgot about Nogustine being like a werewolf hybrid! Which totally didn’t make sense. Apparently Scott bit him but I personally don’t remember anything of that happening in the movie or show.

• In a way, the ending gives off an actual spin off. I know there’s wolf pack, but that’s not a spin off. It’s just directed by Jeff too. It’s an adaptation of a book series apparently. I hate it when the articles say it’s a spin off where in reality it’s just directed by the same person.

• Edit: speaking of the ending, I didn’t like much of it. There wasn’t a lot of aftermath scenes. I’m not one of time jumps, but I did wish there was a small jumó to see how everyone is doing afterwards. Like 3 months after or something small of that sort.

• I can’t think of anything else right now

• Overall, I did like it, but at the same time, I didn’t. Someone mentioned the plot line was good, but execution wasn’t….at least paraphrasing it. And that’s what it was. Plot line: really great, Execution: not so great. So i can’t say I loved unfortunately, but it was good. But bad at the same time.

• it’s like the percy movies. Adaptation wise: terrible, outside of adaptation: really great. I love the movies. On their own it was so good, but as adaptations, not good. That’s how I feel about the movie.

#teen wolf #teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #movie review #not typically on my blog but gotta put this somewhere

[panelshowsource]

could you make a post about all the books from comedians you own/have ordered and which are your favorites I want to buy all of them but don't know where to start ++++++++ would love to know if you know of a way to order a signed copy of David's book if I don't live in the UK

you know, in a stroke of what may be relevant information, i'm actually an editorial director by day and even used to be a literary agent here in nyc — none of which is obvious on account of my billion rushed typos and...just...general existence :) (i promise i'm supremely carefully handed in my editing!!! and have a lot of resources, at my job hahahahaha oh god maybe i shouldn't have mentioned this!!!) — but i'm really no book critic and have no idea how my tastes stack up against what a lot of you are looking for. i'm happy to share some of my general, poorly articulated internet thoughts but it may be more worth checking out goodreads or talking with others who have more experience with autobiographies (which a majority of these types of books are)!

to begin with a disclaimer, one of my friends texted me recently, "why do you only watch sad movies?" i love sad films, sad music, i love to cry, catharsis, sentimentality which is always a little self-indulgent. it's a bit ironic, because this is a comedy blog and you guys know me as someone who loves to find things to laugh about and i fill my life with so much silliness through his huge, life-long hobby, but, all the same, that is only one side of me, i guess. i'm saying this now because you're about to hear me talk briefly about a few somewhat-to-incredibly sad books and be like "oh i didn't know this what i was getting into" 😅

books i do recommend:

just ignore him by alan davies — this isn't a book review but i am self-conscious about just how i describe this book, because it's so sensitive and i carry a lot of respect for alan. at the time of publication, alan actually didn't want any of the press to know and/or discuss the most tragic elements of the book, so readers wouldn't be influenced in any direction before confronting it themselves. (it's okay to talk about now of course, and anyone should know there are major trigger warnings for death, child abuse, sexual abuse, and pedophilia.) it is a sad book about his earliest years: the complexities and nuances of male power and manipulation, of unimaginable loneliness, of a lost child. alan said it wasn't cathartic to write—that is was indeed very painful—but the vulnerability, the commitment to shirking himself of the painful silence he endured for most of his life, is exceptionally moving. alan's writing can be quite thorough, even flowery, in creating vivid places and images, so so much of the heaviness feels piercing and even disturbing. if you read other comedians' books, a decent majority of them are written in the style of standup or, say, a ted talk — with performance in mind, specific structures and beats that mimic how they'd tell these stories on stage. i would argue this is quite different to that, that while the writing is in a style and structure that benefits being read aloud this is a very different alan to alan the performer. and, very honestly, i'm really not an audiobook person, not to mention listening is a wholly different experience to reading — but the audiobook for this is phenomenal: alan narrates and, while of course it's his story so he'll tell it best, he is a very gentle, thoughtful storyteller. this will be you by chapter 4:

moab is my washpot + fry chronicles by stephen fry — the first and second of his three autobiographies covering some of the most sensational times (stephen is willing to admit) of his childhood and teen years + his rise to fame through the cambridge footlights. these are good reads for 1) stephen fry fans duh and 2) people who can enjoy the inspiration of auden, waugh, wilde, wodehouse, quintessential english writers who inform the foundation of stephen's relationship with literature and appreciation. stephen is painfully honest — and often sorry for it, apologising for what he perceives to be his shortcomings — and you can't help but feel, even early on in the first book, that his view of his own world is somehow even more subjective than everyone else's views of their own worlds. maybe it's because he's so judgmental, maybe it's his oscillating mental health, maybe it's the shocking thrust with which he was confronted with the wideness of the world...i'm not sure, but stephen's life through stephen's eyes is so very stephen-y. i think that's why we love him‚ though i can see some people loathing the less admirable sides of him, which he does show, so don't read this if you want to maintain some image of him that helps you cope or keeps you perfectly entertained. if you're not british, the fry chronicles is an especially good read to scratch some of your anglophilic interests (lotsss of namedropping and backstage chat)!

delicacy: a memoir about cake and death by katy wix — one of my recent faves and another book that isn't thoroughly funny. told in 21 vignettes either centered around or vaguely related to cake, katy talks about her school life, grief and loss, self-esteem and body image, misogyny — in ways that are just...matter of fact...opposed to lessons learned or things she's working on through therapy. she's accepted a lot, but she's also afflicted by a lot to this day; she's capably honest about where her reality stands. for this reason, it can be a bleak and certainly very raw read. i listened to the audiobook for this one, which was nice, but i much recommend the actual written book as the vignettes are in different formats (short story prose, letters, email exchanges) that often anchor time and place, intention, even the little peeks of light of comedy. katy's writing is very lovely, both my heart and mind were touched.

back story by david mitchell — a mildly vulnerable, moderately insightful, and quite humorous exploration of david's up-and-coming years. i really appreciate the premise — due a bad back and sciatica, he begins taking very long walks every day, and these walks trigger memories and anecdotes as he passes certain places — that really doesn't come off as a gimmick. it's a very easy read (or listen) and what i'd consider an uncomplicated, unproblematic bio, but it would be difficult to enjoy if you're only a casual fan of david mitchell or only like him in his most recent dad years, as it was written in his peep show heyday and is so much about those years of his life, his relationship with robert webb, etc. a good intro-to-the-genre book and the very first britcom book i read way back in 2010!

i also really enjoy graham norton's books — especially for the goss, but he's a great writer and his debut fiction novel got quite good reviews! — and tim key's books of poetry, though you really need to be a fan of tim key to read tim key :')

books i do not recommend:

before & laughter by jimmy carr — this book is much less of an autobiography (details are scant and anecdotes are few; it's cute when he refers to karoline as "my girl") and much more a collection of 1) jimmy's interpretation of contemporary comedy and what it means to be a comedian, and 2) how that journey, and his evolving attitudes, shaped him + became advice he would offer to others. this is why he calls the book adjacent to self help & motivational speaking. i don't think it teaches you anything new about him — literally or as an writer — so i don't recommend reading it, though the audiobook (where he's truly performing the writing like a ted talk) is an easy listen. a lot of people will not understand that jimmy is overwhelmingly sincere in regards to all of the topics and personal philosophies the jimmy nearing 50 espouses. he's someone with very studied, thorough personal philosophies (if you've seen him on podcasts talking about his life and career then you'll know just what i mean) and he explains them deftly, but they can feel a bit...how should i say this...flat to people who have heard a lot of it before, in hollywood movies or from their own parents or wherever. he didn't write this just for another stream of income — he is passionate about these conversations and that counts for something. overall i already knew a bit about the guy and didn't need this.

my shit life so far by frankie boyle — i have never read one of frankie's fiction novels (crime is really not my thing, so someone needs to let me know if richard osman's book series is a smash because i'm only going to check them out if i'm convinced to), but as a long-time fan of his, knowing how much of a wordsmith he is, and how intentional he is in everything he says, i was surprised by how dull i found this. his shit life was just that — uninteresting, meandering. his anecdotes may have worked better aloud than on paper, but they didn't grab me. you learn a bit about his young adulthood, but like jimmy he's intensely private and i could feel that distance between us even while reading an autobiography. it didn't work for me, super sad about it :(

can everyone please calm down? by mae martin — instead of criticising this book, i'd rather just make a disclaimer or two. if you are already engaged in queer discourses and dialogues, you are not going to learn very much from this book. both the descriptive writing and presentation of research is "accessible" to the point i'd call it more adjacent to YA than adult literature; if you prefer more creative, complicated, and/or signature writing styles, this book is not for you. if you are a big fan of mae martin and would appreciate an overview of their journey on the identity spectrum (going so far as to even rejecting it, in some capacities) in one place, then this may be convenient — but even then, at this point, it's somewhat outdated. imo a well-intention skip.

phil wang and tom allen are two more i think don't convince me with their writing, but i'm still making my ways through a couple of books and could probably talk more about this later!

i have never made this kind of non-fiction bio a priority on my long reading list, so i still have a lot of exploring and catching up to do, but i'm finding that i do prefer the books that explore the events of comedian's past as well as those that walk the reader through experiences in the comedy & tv industries. there are a lot of books about mental health and identity, which may be more of what many of you are looking for (sara pascoe, fern brady, jon richardson, and more).

okaY PHEW SORRY i always type too much 😒

first, as for david mitchell's new book, you can order it signed from waterstones as they ship to the usa — and it's currently half off!!!!! if you want to buy it unsigned from a usa retailer amazon is cheapest and target & bookshop are the cheapest non-amazon options :) an audiobook is coming out as well, so i do believe i will be able to add that to googledrive before too long, but no guarantees on a good time frame!

you can go here to download any of the ebooks & audiobooks i have on my googledrive!

#a #long post

[milks-shake-cafe]

I know I said I was gonna do this months ago but now I'm finally gonna talk to you guys about my J.JK self insert!

♧ She works at a little café! She has 0 clue about the sorcerer world; she's sort like that guy with the 5 sisters who got rancid vibes from Ge.to and quit on the spot FNTUHJHH She can generally feel when something's off and will hightail out of there

♧They're usually on the morning shift so they're learning how to bake pastries and the like!

♧My insert first meets Iji.chi due to their job. He was doing a coffee/breakfast run for everyone (which bless him, we all know Go.jo's order was a mile long and overly complicated on purpose FNTUHJ) while my insert was running the cash register. We had a little chat while everything was getting prepared and he appreciated that I was genuinely polite to him!

♧After awhile, he begins to develop a crush on them. He always gets questioned as to why he gets red in the face everytime he picks up coffee now

♧My insert knows his, Iji.chi's personal, order by heart! I make it automatically and put it to the side for him around pickup time. It even happens on days where he doesn't come in, force of habit fbtuhjyg

♧I start trying to make cute designs on his stuff, like a cat or bear on his bread, but um. They're really wonky. (One of my friends joked, saying he probably mumbles "Looks like a cursed spirit..." FBTYBJ)

♧My insert practices a lot of baking and designing at home to finally give Iji.chi something cute to enjoy. Once he finally has it down-pat, Iji.chi compliments my improvement and almost doesn't want to eat/drink it because of the cuteness

♧This endeavor led them to finally share phone numbers and the majority of texts where me sending pictures and progress updates of my at-home bakes. While he doesn't have a hobby like that due to work, Iji.chi usually ends up sending me pics of stray cats he encounters throughout the day (A lot of these are ideas my friends came up with. Their brains are so huge and I love them, mwah)

♧Btw, Go.jo can and will steal this poor man's phone and send chaotic messages and selfies of him running away from him GNGYHJ

♧This guy would be so fucking adorable. He'd send pics of himself in front landmarks and stuff doing a shy little peace sign. WHY IS HE SO CUTE??

♧A few times he shows what he ate somewhere and recommends it to me, I go "Yeah! We should totally go there together!" And he flusters at the idea of a date

♧Iji.chi really tries his best of keeping his work separate from our relationship. He wants to keep this one thing his; I make him feel appreciated and less anxious and he doesn't want it to disappear!

♧His actual job slips out by accident. We go on a date and there's a curse spirit just sitting right next to us. He tries to subtlety get us to move to a different area but I'm here like, "Hey, I think we should go somewhere else. I'm really uncomfortable" while looking straight at it. So he just has this sigh of relief of "Oh thank goodness you can see cursed spirits too" while my insert is like ???

♧He really thought this man was a school chaperone and accountant for the longest FBGYGH

♧While he's thankful that I listen to my gut and I'm happy that it's not my anxiety and paranoid going overdrive all the time, he still gets concerned that I'll get attacked by something I cannot see. He's worried when he isn't around but tries to protect me in ways he knows he can.

♧I can and will parade him around my and his friends, loving on my soggy towel of a man! I honestly think he's waiting for the other shoe to drop; for me to one day realize I can do better and just leave. Meanwhile, I'm here like, "No, we're gonna get married in the future. You're stuck with me. FOR LIFE"

#It feels good to post some self ship lore again! I honestly love this dude I relate to him a lot and he's just so freaking cute! #ship: business colorful #self ship #f/o community #self shipping #jjk self ship #selfship community

[sodabranch]

Halo again. I have the sudden hunch to announce that I'm not legally liable for any caffeine highs and mild injuries to oneself that I may or may not be remotely associated with. Take care of yourself <3

ANYWAY—

1. I thought of a scene of two similar company ships land on the same moon. The doors of them open. An employee from the ship sticks their head out, peaking out to see the other ship. At the same time, an employee from that ship does the same. Another employee from each side joins in on the staring...

Then, Justice checks to see what its crew mates are looking at. Once again, at the same time, someone else sticks their head out... They also have a nutcracker?! (I imagine it being Woody, but it could also be another of Justice's model.)

Haven't developed anything past this, other than an epic team up time and Justice gifting Woody a hat it took off an enemy nutcracker.

2. How would Justice react to the employee/master returning the favour?: helping it with the chores and trying to stop it from getting damaged from entities, even if it means injury to themself?

Also, if I give Justice a kiss on the cheek, how does it respond? :3

3. I had a realisation: there are giant pumpkins and beehives in the game. We have moons with straight up forests in them, which the employees can look up info about. I'm starting to think that with a mix of research, determination, and cooking prowess, Justice could actually cook banger meals more often.

4. What's Justice's problem with bright colours?

5. Justice using its dancing abilities to pull a tired employee out of bed, to make sure they're awake for this morning's excursion, and forcing them awake as they suddenly have to keep up with Justice's moves.

~ Halo

Good time for my internet to have returned, you are my saviour...

Also apparently I don't have the need to spoiler content because Tumblr already does it by itself?? Technology...

I'M ALSO HOLDING YOU ACCOUNTABLE, YOU HAVE BROUGHT THIS UPON ME AND YOU HAVE TO SUFFER THE CONSEQUENCES GGGGRAHH!!!

But ok, I've honestly never thought about the idea of two ships landing on the same moon, which open the door to many many possibilities?????

I think the idea about Woody is kinda cute lol,, I would love to see them interacting,,,, I believe Justice would be very interested in his liking for classical music :3 like going out of its way to find a record player to play some for its new friend <3<3

AND IMAGE JUST SEEING A CLONE OF YOURSELF AFTER ALL THOSE YEARS SPENT ON SOLITUDE I WOUDLD BE TRIPPING BALLS;;;; like, I just think Justice would be really really confused at first, but will push forward and try to strike up conversation, maybe ask if the other one knows if there are more out there??? what are you doing here?? what huh??

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Also :sob: Justice wouldn't let them help, that's what it is for!! You'll have to rip it out of it, and maybe it will just let you help preparing the ingredients for cooking or sweeping some dust,,

AND THERE'S NO WAY IT WOULD LET YOU GO NEAR AN ENTITY;; enemies be blasted instantly. If something were to actually happen to you, even if that something is a single scratch it would get you out of there to get you parched up as soon as possible

ANASKDKJSDJSAFHJFJHAHJAGS THE KISS OMGGG I feel it wouldn't register it as first,,, then get so giddy LIKE OMGG LOVE!!!! it would enjoy it very much and hug you so tight. Maybe it would try to copy you in the future and smash its face against your cheek,, resulting in a bruise phftttt it has learnt it's lesson

Honestly, if a machine was able to blush it would <3

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ALSO NOW THAT YOU MENTION IT YEA!! Maybe with the help of a friend they could go forage for some goods. I also think cracking open one of those pumpkins would be such a chore

But oh god if I wasn't willing to do it.

And we better not talk about the beehives,, I imagine the crew has had some bad experiences with them.

I am now left wondering about the mansion's kitchen..

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Also I, myself, being sensitive to them, felt that bright colours would be pretty straining to a creature who solely bases its perception on sight alone;; any flashing or bright light would hurt it :( that's mostly it,, keeping it as a fun fact.

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THE LAST PART D'AWWWW IM MELTING IM CRYING,,, an employee thinking they could maybe oversleep while they're travelling to the moon but no, Justice can't let that happen!!

A cold water bucket would be too harsh, so why not start the day on a good note! You suddenly are swept to your feet by the Nutcracker, who is now taking you for a quick dance session.

And when the dizziness finally settles, you are bound to follow it's steps as the crew watches, chuckling a bit,,

You groan, but soon cave in :3 thanks Justice!

#ask #my guys #sobbing crying WAWAWAWA #I LOVE THIS!!! #I tried to draw more but the pain showed itself and I had to stop RAGE #IM RAGING #I WANNA DRAW JUSTICE LOVE

[tuzesdays]

A prompt request from @shirajellyfish over discord!! thanks for helping me realize that my dumb blog decided to use dumb roman numerals instead of actual numbers, my god why. but ANYWAY.

12. oh it's nothing it's just. you sing when you're happy and the place has been so quiet for so long, and I heard you- nevermind

WORDCOUNT: 1,264 | Fluff | Small spoilers for Dayshift, Youtube song link at the end

You’ve made a habit of breaking into Parts and Service during the evening.

After meeting the mechanics and technicians of the plex, you’ve come to the conclusion that only one could pose a genuine threat, and guess what, they’re already on your side. The rest – bastard techs, but otherwise nice people to their fellow humans – either think that you’re safe to let wander on account of your security clearance or think you don’t care. It took a lot less work than you thought it would to get to this point, but no way are you complaining.

The underbelly of the plex is still a dark and winding labyrinth, but you at least know where you’re going. One wrong turn could take up hours of your time, but on top of the way to P&S that you already know, you’ve found the rooms where the nighttime S.T.A.F.F. bots charge and a few interesting storage rooms full of things that could be useful in the long run.

At the moment, though, you’re making your way through the tunnels.

Passing another seemingly random pile of junk, you sigh and shake your head at it. The plex used to have a whole legion of human employees before S.T.A.F.F. got up and running, and there’s a suspicion in the back of your mind that every one of these piles are a result of those former employees just… putting things wherever.

Disorganized. Typical for FazCo, but still irritating. You won’t bother with the stuff any further than where your curiosity takes you – this is solidly their problem. They’re capable of hiring someone to do the work.

There’s not much noise down here to distract you from your surroundings, and usually that’s a good thing. The high-pitched buzz of the lights (still far too dark, but they weren’t even working the first time you went to P&S so you’ll let it slide), the hum of machinery echoing from above, the – still fucking scary and startling but also normal – hissing of pipes and steam, it’s all familiar now.

It’s also boring as fuck.

You like to think of yourself as a simple person with simple needs, one of those being: the ability to alleviate boredom. There’s no Sun, Moon, or tech to make conversation with now, so you’ll have to fill the silence yourself.

(It helped the first time you came here, jumping at shadows armed with only a flashlight. Spring and a Storm was the song you settled on, and it got you all the way to where you had been going.)

Humming a melody, you try and figure out what songs sticks best at the moment.

“One October came around just to shake the sky and move the ground, strongly insist the winds should up and change,” you fill the beat between lyrics with a ‘ba-ba-bum’, tapping along against the material of your pants. “It knocked down walls, and bridges too, and it reached more people than we knew, and it left with nothing really left the same.”

Your voice lifts, confident in the knowledge that, this late at night, there shouldn’t be anyone wandering these halls but you. Actually you wouldn’t be surprised if Moon’s first security patrol has come and gone by now – the plex has been ‘closing’ earlier these days, even if the doors stay unlocked until midnight. He’s probably wondering where you’ve gone, but… honestly there’s only a few places you’d even care to go. You doubt they’re too worried.

“You called it the reckoning, and your voice came through unquestioning – you said the universe is trembling don’t you know, don’t you know, cause you felt it coming long before I walked you through your own front door and spent ‘just one night’ on your floor… for a few nights in a row,” you smile around the words, the tune playing in your head so loudly that it may as well be in your ears. “Chaaaange ain’t so sudden, it just hiiiiiides as it’s comin’. Is this change or fruition of some hope and ambition – is this aaaaaall repercussions, was it groooown out of somethi—AUGH OH MY FUCKING-!”

A large hand pokes your shoulder, startling the absolute shit out of you so badly that you nearly trip turning around to face- “MOON.”

“Language.”

“Stop,” you wave your arms at him – seriously, how dare he just be standing there after giving you the fright of your life for the tenth fucking time- “doing that, dude! You’re gonna give me heart problems!”

“Sorry.”

“Are you!?”

“Yes,” he says, which is a surprise. Usually he’s laughing at you by now. “You were singing.”

You sigh, letting the rest of the shock fade from your system. In hindsight, you should probably be grateful he chose to let you know he’s here – he could have been crawling above your head like a damn spider waiting for you to look up. You swear, sometimes it’s like he does things just to hear you shriek. “Yeah, I was.”

Moon takes his place at your side, waving you onward, and you have to crane your neck to keep glaring at him. He is way too fucking tall. “Continue.”

“What, singing?” You roll your eyes and start walking again, glad there’s someone with you now. “I think I’ll leave that to the professionals, thanks.”

It’s clearly a dig at the few times you’ve caught him swaying to one of his own softer melodies, but based on the reaction, he’s not in the mood for teasing. His faceplate clicks to the side, hat following the motion. “You like singing.”

“Do I?”

“Yes.” Very much not in a teasing mood, then. Whatever it is he’s after, he’s pretty insistent on this point. “You hum to Tabitha. You know my lullabies.”

Fuck, you should have known he’s caught you mouthing along to the words of his songs during naptime. Not only is he way too tall, he’s way too observant. That combined with the superior animatronic hearing… ugh. Yeah, you’re caught. “So what? They’re nice.”

“So sing.”

You grin. “Twinkle, twinkle, Twinkletoes—”

Moon grumbles at you with a nudge to your side, which just makes you laugh harder. “What you were singing before.”

“I’m not really one for putting on concerts.”

He stares at you. “Please.”

Ah. That’s… that is not fair.

Despite this, your smile softens with the confusion you feel. “Why do you want to hear it so badly? I’m probably not even singing it right, you could just… I don’t know, look up the actual song and listen to that.”

“Don’t know it. We want to hear you.”

So Sun’s also in on this. Oh boy. “I’m really not a good singer.”

“Don’t care.”

“You can’t even hear the tune I’m trying to match.”

“Please.”

A second please. He can’t possibly know how tempting it is to cave, but he’s asking anyway – you’ve never really heard Moon ask for something without outright demanding it. As Sun would say, ‘he’s so grumpy’, and the things he would casually ask for are either demanded or turned into a game. Actually, you’re almost certain that he’s never asked for the same thing from you twice before.

Should you encourage the kind manners or try and hide how weak you are for them? Decisions, decisions.

“… Fine. But just this once.”

He is right. Singing is something you do when you’re happy.

“Is this all repercussions,” you start again quietly, testing the comfort of it. “Was this grown out of something that we cursed, that we prayed for, that we knew we could wait for…”

#dayshift go figure #writing prompt #x reader #fnaf #fnaf sb #sun fnaf #moon fnaf #sun x reader #moon x reader #this one was cute but i have to restrain myself from making it longer #these are supposed to be EXERCISE not full chapters #still its a good prompt #Youtube #tuz asks

[the-badger-mole]

Were We Just Watching It Wrong? My Thoughts on Soul Food

In the last few years, there has been a lot of people pointing out how Teri was never the real villain of Soul Food, and rightfully so. Teri was treated horribly by her family, and had she cut those leeches off and put several states between her and them, I would not only not blame her, I'd applaud her. Still, it's interesting to me that this is being treated as a revelation in hindsight. I have to put this on the fact that the people saying that they are just now realizing that Teri wasn't the villain were young when they first saw the movie- probably younger than Ahmad, the baby narrator. I know I was far too young to understand (or even be watching this movie) the first time I watched it. I just recently rewatched it as an adult, and I have to wonder...despite how her family treats her as the root cause of their problems, was Teri ever really meant to be the villain of the movie?

In one of the first scenes of the movie, when Ahmad, the narrator, is introducing the family dynamics, we see his mother, Maxine- Teri's sister- betraying Teri with her boyfriend. There is still tension between them in the present day of the movie, and the way that the family speaks about it, it's clear that they all expected Teri to have moved on and forgiven Maxine. The family blames Teri for there still being tension between the sisters, but the movie never shows Maxine apologizing or even acknowledging what she did was wrong. Instead we see that Maxine is now married to Kenny, Teri's ex, and has had 3 kids with him, and it's clear that as far as the rest of the family is concerned, that is more important than Teri's lingering hurt at Maxine's betrayal. Then, as if to add insult to injury, Big Mama herself throws Teri's first failed marriage in her face in the middle of an argument between her and Maxine. I am not sure that I agree that the framing of that betrayal justifies the family, though.

The first time we see the seeds of Maxine and Kenny, Maxine is "chaperoning" a date between Teri and Kenny. Kenny is outright leering at Maxine in such a blatantly creepy way, and Maxine isn't exactly discouraging his attention. That scene ends with Teri standing alone in the middle of the rink while her date and her sister make eyes at each other. In the scene where Teri discovers the betrayal, we have studious Teri walking home with her heavy books through the snow, looking tired after a day of hard work. She finds her sister and her boyfriend in the backseat of his car. Neither of these scenes, to me, screams that we're supposed to root for Kenny and Maxine. It's interesting to me that in narrating the history between the sisters, Ahmad quotes Big Mama (Teri and Maxine's mother) saying that she should have named them Oil and Vinegar because they've never gotten along, but the only history of their relationship is centered on that massive betrayal. Despite Ahmad's and Big Mama's declaration that the two have never gotten along, it seems that the movie has gone out of it's way to prove that Teri has a very good reason not to get along with Maxine.

Speaking on Teri's romantic life, her family has some...interesting things to say about her bad luck with men. The implication from her family and from her husband, Miles, is that she's too caught up in her career to be a good wife. I would argue, though, that the actual framing of the movie is on Teri's side. Miles took $5000 from their joint savings account to fund his band's studio time without telling her. I don't know how much that is with inflation, but in the late 90s, $5K wasn't a small amount. Teri is rightfully pissed that he did that behind her back, but Miles accuses her of not supporting his dreams, and of not being "fun" anymore, and Teri backs down in a way that honestly broke my heart for her. I challenge you to watch that scene and not think "oh, yeah...That's emotional abuse". Later, Miles goes on to further upset the dynamic of the relationship by quitting his job, with no discussion with Teri about how that would change their lives, their finances, the added responsibilities on Teri. When he further seals his betrayal by sleeping with Teri's cousin, Faith, Teri is there in time to witness it. Instead of making a big scene in the moment, Teri, who has her nephew, Ahmad with her, holds it together. She gets her nephew out so he won't see something that's not for his little eyes. She even manages holds it together while she's at a party celebrating Kenny and Maxine's 11th anniversary. She doesn't lose it until her family corners her in the kitchen and tells that she needs to take on the burden of Big Mama's hospital bills, stressing that this is her duty to the family.

The way Teri's family reacts in the fallout of the revelation of Miles and Faith's betrayal is that she needs to move on for the greater good of the family, but I truly do believe that the movie itself wants us to take Teri's side. Yes, Miles and Faith are shown to be remorseful for having actually had sex, but they were flirting hard for days leading up to that moment. Teri barely gets a chance to breathe between the betrayal, her mother's death, and all the extra financial burdens her family is pushing on her (why is it Teri's responsibility to make sure the house that no one else in the family could afford stays in the family?). It's clear that Ahmad and Teri's sisters think that she is in the wrong, and they accuse her of taking out her hurt feelings on everyone (I mean...they all had a hand in hurting her, so why shouldn't she? But I digress). The movie may be a bit more ambivalent on Teri here, but I don't think the framing of these scenes is necessarily against her. Teri's sisters ambush her in the restaurant. They have no qualms about throwing Teri's failed relationships in her face. They shout about her duty to the family without ever acknowledging all that she's already done for the family. If we, the audience, are not supposed to empathize with Teri, then I am not convinced that this movie was intended to be watched by thinking, feeling humans.

The last piece I want to touch on as far as the movie siding with Teri is how the end of the movie frames her in comparison to the rest of her family. Ahmad's goal in the end is to fulfill what he believes is Big Mama's dying wish to have her family gathered together for their weekly Sunday dinner. The family is so fractured by the decades of dysfunction boiling over (all the while blaming Teri for it), that the only way for Ahmad to bring his family together is to lie to them. He tells everyone except for his parents, that Big Mama told him where she kept a fabled pile of cash, and offers a third to each of them (including Teri's cheating soon-to-be-ex husband Miles for some bizarre reason I can't even begin to fathom) if they meet him at Big Mama's house on Sunday. With Teri, though, his tactic is different. With everyone else, all he needs to do is just offer them money. With Teri, he tells her that with that third of the money, she could pay off Big Mama's bills and not sell the house (she should absolutely sell that stupid house), and she could help him invest the money properly for his future. Even though the entire family treats her like all of her worth is her bank account, Teri still wants to do what's best for her family. The movie goes out of its way to show that's Teri's motivation. She is the least selfish person in all of her family. I think the movie wanted us to take her side all along. In that case, the movie is right.

Where I think the movie is wrong, and what I think people miss in their interpretation of whether or not Teri is the villain, is that her being the villain was never the question. The real question was should family always come first? Was it more important for Teri to have her feelings validated, or for the family to survive the loss of Big Mama? The movie got it wrong, and in doing so sentenced Teri to a life pushing down her own feelings for "the good of the family". Teri was never the villain of Soul Food. She wasn't intended to be the villain. Her purpose was to show that no matter how much family hurts you or takes advantage of you, you don't turn your back on them, and that is truly one of the most tragic endings to a movie I have ever seen.

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Also, the real villain of the movie was Big Mama, but that's a different rant.

#soul food #toxic family #teri was obviously not the villain #she deserved better #the real villain was big mama #black movies #classic black movies #holiday movies #THE YEAR OF CONTENT!!!!

[retphienix]

Now don't get me wrong- it's almost entirely because I love ragging on it, but the feedback forum really is my favorite way to consume warframe stuff online.

I just really enjoy reading the most "Oh shit that's actually good" idea ever- one that fully considers the impact both on the players and the devs end, an idea that honestly improves the game in a way that benefits both sides and as such should be a highly considered move by the devs as it would exclusively be a good decision that takes into account that this is an F2P game and isn't just "Make it easier so I don't spend plat",

and seeing the comments fill with dirt brains going "This is fucking stupid, you're asking them to change something in the video game and change is always bad so this sucks and you're a noob and I hope you burn in hell" as the thread dissolves into chaos.

And then to see thread number 9 billion saying "I FUCKING HATE *entirely benign part of the game such as a game mode or a single warframe or the color blue*" and the thread is just 15 guys saying "Yeah this is the worst they should fire whoever did this and delete it from the game" with nearly no discourse.

I think it's a fun time, because I get to read great ideas, see stupid takes, and learn that some people base their entire warframe experience on hating people who own a switch.

Also it is amazing to me how many people put down an idea because they did things before said idea was implemented.

IE Grind X is bullshit and has 0.0005% drop rates but has no justifiable reason for it and doesn't even lend itself to a plat argument as there is NO profitability involved- it just hurts players and makes the game worse.

Guy Y will fight you tooth and bloody fucking nail for saying it needs improved because you're an inconsiderate entitled shitbag who should EARN it by GRINDING like THEY DID you *expletives are not allowed on the forums*.

It's just funny to literally see the kind of people who say it's unfair to cancel student debt because other people already paid theirs play the same video game I do.

#warframe

[tryingtimi]

Hi! Jacques told me you like using Notion for planning writing stuff, and I'd love to hear more about your methods!! :3 (this is the main of @keyboardandquill)

Hi @jadefyre! 🥺 I’m sorry this took me so long, energy is hard to find these days. You’re the loveliest for this ask nevertheless, so thank you so much 💕

Honestly, I use Notion for everything related to my writing now lol. It’s a ridiculously effective platform for planning and I think executing too. Tho, I should warn you that my things are still a mess, but with the help of this I could get as organized as I could be. Kinda step by step tour of my Notion pages below.

I think I have a very simple method actually. I have a main page where I keep all my prompts (from tumblr games) and my random ideas that I want to use it somewhere. These are the ones I reach for when I don't have an idea what to write, or just wanna have some fun/ clear out my drafts. Tho, I always try to make them canon scenes, so I use them up in my manuscript somehow. Template I costumized by souls collide.

For my ongoing projects, however, I make separate accounts because I love doing worldbuilding stuff and I found it more helpful to have everything related to one story in one place. The prompts are the only exceptions, but, when I'm done with them I move them to the project accounts they belong too.

I'll go with the Metalsea page, becuase that's the most developed since my main focus is on this story recently.

So, on my Project Page, I usually keep all the scattered ideas that I wanna put into the story, plus the character and side story idea pages. I usually have a lot of side story ideas, since I wanna explore and stay in my worlds as long as I can lol.

In my World page (which is Onidia in this case), I collect the main locations and I sort all the infos about them inside those pages. I basically use these as little lexicons of each place because I always loved the idea of those. I put Laqounia's underneath as an example. Excuse my messiness with switching between languages inside the docs, I scribble fresh ideas down in my main one.

And then there's the Outline part where I keep my outline and all the random scenes I'm writing out of order when the inspiration hits me. I like to see how many on-going stuff I have, how many is just in a brainstorming stage etc. That's why I usually use kinda of a lot labels, while also I leave summaries for myself for the scenes too. Inside the Book I-II-III-IV are the chapter by chapter outline (only for Book I yet and that even a full one either). I'm mostly doing the our of order scenes, so. Oh, well.

Well, this is how I use Notion for writing and I love every bit of it ngl, so I hope I could give you something useful or at least interesting. If you have any other questions, ask away!

#answering asks #my writing #Project Metalsea #timis ramble #i download the lil icons from free icons lmao #also yes i blurred out the pics i use for the places cuz they're from pinterest and they're just inspos anyway #until i make my own lmao #i just like it when there's something there visually #i didn't show my character page cuz that's #a mess i barely understand so #maybe later #thank you for the ask again tho <3 it was fun

[every-marveler-ever]

Some Dramatics First

Fluffbruary Day 9 | @fluffbruary | Harmony

Bucky Barnes Flash Bingo | 📚 @buckybarnesbingo | Unlucky

IronStrange Bingo Round 3 | 🏥 @ironstrangebingo | Cops

masterlist :: (ao3 link)

RATING: General WARNING(S): Sitting in campus prison cell, bail out, sleeping on the couch.

Bucky Barnes wouldn’t say that he is unlucky, but he’s certainly not the luckiest person in the world, it’s exactly what he’s thinking while sitting in the campus jail cell. But he has an (okay) friend who can bail him out, it might just take some dramatics first. | Sam Wilson/James 'Bucky' Barnes, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange

fluffbruary 2023 | bbb 📚 flash | isb 🏥 round 3

Bucky Barnes wouldn’t say that he is unlucky, but he’s certainly not the luckiest person in the world, it’s exactly what he’s thinking while sitting in the campus jail cell. 

“You got pulled over by the cops?” Sam laughs from the other side of the bars, not at all worried about the situation that his boyfriend is currently in.

Bucky sighs rolling his eyes, “I called you to ask you to bail me out not sit there and make fun of me,” if anybody else saw the pout on Bucky’s face he would deny it, but in front of Sam it’s extremely hard to do. He wasn’t stupid, his bike was registered and he was wearing all the right equipment, he just happened to forget what the speed limit was on campus. 

Sam tilts his head because he knows Bucky’s not going to like the answer, “I thought about it but then I was on the phone with Tony and he offered to pay,” Bucky’s smile lights up but Sam, hadn’t finished talking, “if he gets to come and see you  in jail.”

The way Bucky’s face shifts he should be glad they are inside and the wind won’t change, “you have got to be kidding me,” he says as he kicks the bars of the cell. 

“He’s also bringing Stephen,” Sam adds before Bucky can get even more angry and consider just ripping the cheap bars out. “Great let’s just make it a family affair then! Are you going to call Steve down too so he can yell at me for being irresponsible? Or how about my mother?”

Wincing slightly at the remark Sam realises his grave mistake and pulls out his phone to message everyone, but the door opens and he’s already too late. “Mr Harmony! I hear you need a bailout,” Tony Stark yells walking into the building like he owns the place, which isn’t half bad seeing as his dad’s name is on the plaque outside because Howard expected Tony would wind up here more often than not. 

The joint groan comes from Sam, Bucky and even Stpehen as he watches his boyfriend's large nonsensical behaviour. “I am so sorry, and I’ve already kicked him out to sleep with Rhodey tonight,” Stephen says in an apology and it does make Bucky feel better that Tony has been kicked out so he won’t have to deal with the man after he leaves this cell tonight. 

If Bucky thinks about it, the cell isn’t that horrible it’s not like he’s actually in jail, it’s just campus jail, which he got pulled into by campus police. The cell has a bed, a private bathroom off to the side and two chairs and a table, it’s almost homey. 

“Yes, I am here to bail out one James Buchanan Barnes, on account of speeding, which honestly couldn’t you have just given him a ticket because now I have to sleep on my best friend’s couch rather than my own bed with my extremely hot boyfriend-” the cop that Tony is talking to gets annoyed after the first two words come out of the man's mouth and just stamps Bucky’s card unlock the electronic gate door. 

Bucky happily leaves the cell moving towards Sam and kissing him so he knows that he appreciates the support but oh-my-god I still hate you for bringing Tony here, and Sam understands it. Tony slaps him on the back and smiles, “let’s get you out of here, Mr Harmony, Mr we should be respectful of nature, and the ground of being, and yet got put in campus jail.”

Rolling his eyes he shoves Tony’s hand off his shoulder, “shove off Tony.”

He would never want to ask that again. 

But at least tonight he would have a good night's sleep, he can’t say the same for Tony.

Cards:

#ironstrange bingo #ironstrangebingoround3 #fluffbruary #fluffbruary 2023 #fluffbruary2023 #bbbflash2023 #every-marveler-ever #every marveler ever #tony stark #bucky barnes #sam wilson #stephen strange #tony stark x stephen strange #sam wilson x bucky barnes

[mdhwrites]

Thoughts On Honkai Star Rail's First Three Arcs

This isn't going to be comprehensive and I won't talk about it from a gameplay perspective. Gameplay wise, I actually REALLY like Star Rail and wish it wasn't a free to play Gacha game as those elements are mostly what I feel hold it back. However, unlike most free to play games, let alone Gacha games, I find the writing of Star Rail actually pretty decent and even good much of the time. It's why I came back to it after taking like half a year plus off so I could see what new story they had for me. But like I said, this post at least won't be extensive. You can send me asks if you want my further thoughts on other parts. Also, just as a heads up, a lot of this is going off of kind of old memories of content I could literally only go through once. Oh, and final disclaimer: This isn't taking into account side content. Not only have I not done the Xianzhou's side quests yet, I only just got told I need to wait for more story, but reviewing that is a lot harder given the time lapse unfortunately. I could review specific companions but not overall side quest quality probably other than it being alright and the Xianshou have my favorite puzzles so far probably.

With that said:

1: Herta's Space Station and the Antimatter Legion

As a story, it's fine. As a tutorial it's... Bumpy to put it mildly. The biggest issue is a problem that will come back: Proper Noun Soup. You get a lot of information thrown at you and a lot of terms having to be clarified very quickly, made worse if you try to read the DOZENS of documents scattered around even the literal tutorial part of it. It makes sense for that information to be here, this is a research station and archive. There's a lot of info here. It does mean a lot is being thrown at once at the player though.

But as a tutorial, the most important element isn't actually so much if the story is innovative, it's not as it's just saving a station under attack, as much as it is about whether or not it hooks the player. And for that...

7/10 overall for the story here.

It's quick, the action is good, the stakes are high and aren't really undervalued or undersold and the boss battle is an incredibly satisfying conclusion. The enemy may be faceless but the face we get is both literally attractive and narratively tantalizing, giving a lot of interesting questions both about our character and our rival organization just by the act of us coming to consciousness. It's only real issue is trying to retain everything thrown at you and the time that has to be spent mostly explaining stuff to you in kind of awkward ways. It's far from bad though, especially since I use the whole scale so a five is a passing grade for me.

Jarilo-VI and the Eternal Freeze

9/10 overall for me. The biggest issues come down to two things. The first is the general pitch for the world: Final Fantasy 14 Heavensward but without the dragons and gods. That's both actually not a bad thing but also slightly bad for it. Removing dragons from anything is always going to be a bummer and you would think removing gods and cults would be a bad thing but it's not.

I'm actually being reductive even calling it a ripoff. The sort of classist story that it's telling is actually pretty normal fair for speculative fiction. By removing the extreme fantasy elements though, it focuses a lot more on the actual human stakes and the suffering that's being caused by the class divide. It's honestly a very human story with a well rounded cast of all sorts to give perspective and neat twists and turns. Nothing mind blowing but pivots that add charm to the archtype. Buuuuut it's still doing the archtype and so as a fan of fantasy, there's little new about it and what is new makes me chuckle like everyone having came from the same fucking orphanage. XD

And it playing it so by the numbers feeds into its second issue: It's. Fucking. LONG. It moves at a crawl due to its factions and the like, or that's how it feels to me. It had little to escalate to by being so human so it's kind of just buzzing along for at least half of it, which is the majority of the time you're in the slums. You're not making progress outside of turning some hearts and so you're just kind of twiddling your thumbs happily as you wait for when you finally get an option to jump back into the real action.

The climax is genuinely fantastic though and pays off that slow build with a grand crescendo as allies either come in now or have been helping you the entire way. Afterwards, you feel like you genuinely accomplished something and that things will be better. Honestly, I wonder what the production process for the worlds are because this COULD have been split in half probably and been more satisfying to do it.

Speaking of:

The Xianzhou Loufu and the Stellaron Crises

5/10

Like I said, I use the whole scale and I'll admit that this might be skewed due to me having spent so long away from the story right in the middle of it. Or, more like 3/4s which you would not be expecting when you got to the moment where the main story content used to cut off at.

Pacing is the big murderer here. Despite the fact that there is a ticking time bomb somewhere on this planet ship, you don't really feel like you're doing a lot. You're stuck in bureaucracy more than anything and it takes multiple dungeon areas for you to finally talk to any of the actual villains in the ship. Otherwise, it's almost literally twiddling your thumbs and waiting. Once things happen, they happen all at once. Not even with great payoffs but almost like they were just stomping out plot points that were in the way of the final boss and they didn't have the resources to finish the story properly so it could pay off wider elements.

Now, there was this element back on Jarilo but the situation was neither so immediate and the elements being introduced came back around. Much of what makes the Loufu's sky Venice have ANY flavor doesn't really lead to anything. It gestures towards it with the cult that eventually shows up but it's actually only briefly in the story and undercuts any interesting arguments it has by going "WE'RE PURE EVIL RACISTS WHO WANT IMMORTALITY BECAUSE IT MAKES US STRONG!" and suddenly they're not interesting in anyway... Only to then be replaced by a threat that is somehow even MORE one dimensional than 'evil cult'.

There's a real lack of personal stakes in it either. It has an interesting hook by going back to that pretty face who put a bomb in our chest back on Herta but they're more a cameo. Literally for her friend, Blade who gets one moment and then just pisses off because... *shrug* The statement he made about prices needing to be paid never amounts to much of anything besides that being the first cutscene of the entire arc. It doesn't make me excited for the end cutscene of this arc because we'll see where it goes.

BUUUUUT even if the main plot of the Loufu is a lot of wasted potential and kind of meh in general, it is dragged back to treading water by the B plot. This is the first one with a B plot away from your main group and the mystery it presents is actually neat. It shows a lot of good nobility for a pretty stoic character and a pretty interesting backstory that also doesn't have to weight the character down going forward. It's the one element I would say that really pays off with the Loufu.

That doesn't save it and it has a pretty laughable epilogue where a character who died with very little personality besides being good at their job is suddenly made out to be this charismatic saint who was friends with everyone and enriched the Loufu so much and I'm just sitting here going "SURE WOULD HAVE LIKED TO HAVE SEEN THAT EARLIER!"

Plus side, the gameplay lets me reanimate her corpse since she is a playable party member in the gacha which does make having her death be a big deal less of one.

Overall Thoughts on Star Rail's Writing:

If I am judging its writing quality just by whether or not the writing is good, without context, it actually ranks pretty darn high. Probably a 7/10 which is better than most MMOs, let alone free to play gacha games. That is the draw of Hoyo admittedly. A gacha game that's closer to at least AA quality, if not AAA.

But it being a Hoyoverse property also hurts it. A LOT. I played the first arc of Genshin Impact after all and while I think the plot is better here, there's very little distinguishing the two. That shouldn't happen though because one is fantasy... Star Rail is Scifi. If you look up pictures of the Loufu though and its characters, you would almost never guess that it's scifi. They have divination, they have alchemy, there's a sidequest where you bring someone's soul out of the soul containment part of the ship to put into a robot that's effectively a golem so you can communicate with the dead. The entire final part of the story is all about gods, reincarnation and magic and NOTHING else. Its boats are grown out seeds.

And that IS frustrating. Jarilo VI is also bad about this but they're at least a civilization who's development was pushed back. Them having a contemporary/fantasy style works better there, even if not perfectly. And I am a bigger fantasy fan than scifi but I came to this expecting a scifi game. If I'm lucky, I get a scifi aesthetic, MAYBE a little flavor... But often not even that.

It's why I pause on hard recommending Star Rail for its writing. It took the traveling wanderers excuse and so far hasn't done anything with it that having isolated islands wouldn't do just as well.

And while I may be Nameless, I would like the story to start forming its own identity.

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For anyone curious btw: I have bought the first season pass when I completed it but have spent no money on the game otherwise. I don't have the money to spend on free to play games and in general I just don't. If I play consistently enough to clear a season pass though, I usually feel like the devs have earned a bit of money out of me in return.

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#honkai star rail #jarilo vi #herta space station #Xianshou Loufu

[tomatoland]

Hi! I’m not sure if you will see this or even reply to this but I do want to say that I want to show a lot of appreciation for your blog and your breakdowns about TopMew so much. I saw your post about only friends being a morality drama and the idea of media literacy and it made me reflect a lot about myself as a viewer.

You spoke a lot of truths in your post. I think a lot of viewers resort to archetypes (e.g. TopMew) or comparisons (e.g. Top vs Ray) when they find characters on “different sides of the same coin” or stereotypes that they can associate characters with. But at the end of the day, these characters don’t have the same upbringing/backstories/personalities. Ngl I do admit my opinions do get swayed sometimes by other meta posts because it’s difficult to find meta posts that analyse TopMew without turning them or their actions into something rancid/evil or there’s a lack of TopMew analysis. Your analysis posts have truly been a gift.

I agree 100% that accountability is a major theme here. I’m guessing other people brought in ephemerality due to the idea that these characters are still in college, hence they are more likely to act without thinking about the consequences. But accountability is very much the bigger picture imo. I just don’t get the idea of being a “___ defender/apologist”. As a FB stan, I do like TopMew, especially Mew. But do I excuse their wrongdoings? No. I can enjoy and like them while acknowledging their misdeeds. All I need is to understand is their rationale behind it. 

I also see a lot of viewers constantly trying to push ideas what they want the characters to do ___ (E.g. TopMew doing a threesome with Boeing, really?). More people need to realise this show is not made to fulfil people’s fantasies. I mean MewRay happened, which was clearly what the majority were against. I think it’s also important to keep in my mind what would make sense for these characters to do (e.g. what are their best interests, their characterisation). My only fear right now is if Jojo and his crew would try to appease the majority, given that they cut out a Top scene from EP7 based on fans’ reactions. Are they going to bring justice to these characters’ actions and consequences by the end of the series based on how accountable/responsible they are? Or is it just going to be based on what the majority wants?

I want to thank you again for speaking out about this. I love your posts, especially the ones on Top’s wounded inner child, the Madonna-Whore complex on TopMew, TopMew working on the hostel project. I also love it so much about how TopMew can be linked to “Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Ray (I just vibe with it so much). I think we the FB fandom can agree that ForceBook has brought so much to their characters and we’re so proud of them. Thanks for reading!

You are so sweet!! 🥰 and thank you very much. foxmochi hug!

Oh! Is that what people mean by ephemerality? I honestly do not understand lol. Because life is also ephemeral? No one is guaranteed a tomorrow.

Right? Human beings are complex. And people treat TopMew as morality foils or NPCs. And in real life, no one is a side character, you know what I'm saying? No one is an actual villain except well, Boston, but I actually think his storyline is going to get justice. Boston looks like he's going to have an introspective moment in the preview and I am here for it.

Okay, I actually do know where that comes from. Mond re-tweeted this pic adding "I'd like to be friends too."

And this

While I'm down for a little jealous Mew and Boeing testing him, Top & Mew have only ever wanted to be with each other. And the confirmation that one of the deleted scenes being Top trying to move on, but not being able to, really confirms this. So I'm gutted we didn't get it.

Yes, that was a bit surreal to hear from Jojo. And it makes me uneasy.

Like the story of the series is in flux when it shouldn't be. And those theories about re-shoots 🙃 I'm just going to remember that FB would have told us if they did re-shoots. Being the spoiler kings they are and the foxmochi thai superfans definitely would have known.

Top & Mew are almost there. They just need to have honest communication and not the kinda cautious communication they had when they were courting. And I need FB to have at least one scorching hot sex scene so absolutely no one can deny that TopMew and FB have chemistry coming out of their eyeballs. And I think FB as artists would be down to do it.

Okay, you're going to get my Ray take because I have written it and I don’t want to make a separate post.

Not once in the show does Ray try to curb his drinking. It's one thing to try and then to slip, you are at least trying, but not once has Ray ever said, no I'm trying to cut back. He doesn't and has never seen it as a problem even after the accident.

Ray needs to learn that while trauma might explain why he does what he does, it is not an excuse. Ray needs to do some soul-reckoning. Some people want it be a case of "Love conquers All" and *dun dun da dun, insert hero fanfare here* Sand is going to swoop in and save Ray from himself without losing himself in return. But Sand and his presence are not enough to make Ray change. Ray must want it for himself. Read any article on how to handle addiction for loved ones and they all say this. And this is actually the hardest and most painful life lesson I've ever had to learn in my life. People have to want to change and as much as you can want it, no matter how much you beg, nothing will change unless they want for themselves.

I am actually really sad that in the preview Ray says he'll go to rehab if Sand wants him too. It's only Sand, he's thinking about? Not himself, not his friends, not his dad, or his fellow humans? It's really weak character development. He still lacks the ability to be introspective or think about others. Ray has to do some honest soul-discovery before he can be a good partner to anyone. And I'm praying that it's still coming. Please, show, please do this for Ray.

I know I'm basically preaching to the choir at this point but whatever, I want these posts to exist because sometime from now, after the show finishes airing, someone will come to Tumblr and find one of these posts. And TopMew deserve the right to context.

You are the sweetest. Yes, I love "Young and Beautiful" for them. And I agree, ForceBook have done an amazing job in OF.

And just remember whatever weird stuff is happening here, Thai fans LOVE them and don’t overanalyze TopMew.

I hope you have a wonderful day, hun and thank you for dropping by my mailbox~ You made my day 💕

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Hi! The last ask about looking to your writing for inspo had me thinking how do you manage the dialogue to writing background and emotions ratio? When I’m writing I feel like my weakness is dialogue and I get too caught up in descriptive writing rather than using the dialogue to move the story along and I worry it can be burdensome to read. I also feel like I struggle with over explaining every detail in a story to make it comprehensive and I wanted to know how you deal with that since TBAW deals with accounting stuff that not much people would know about so how do you cut back and make sure you don’t over explain if that makes sense?

oooo thank you for the question!!

long response below the cut -- i hope this answered your question? sorry if i was rambly!

also check out the 2023 summer cringefest writing challenge!! cool opportunity to just let go and have fun with your writing instead of trying to make a masterpiece

this is going to sound so stupid, but in my early days of writing, i used to over-describe things because i wanted the scene to look exactly the same way as it did in my head. with one fic that i was writing, one of the characters was eating a piece of cheese. literally, for no reason, i just thought it would be weird if he was just sitting there, so i gave him a piece of cheese to munch on.

IMMEDIATELY, in the comments, people were like "why is x eating cheese? what does that mean?" because i mentioned it so many times and i was like oh shit, because it doesn't mean anything!!!

that was sooooo embarrassing for me that now i only write what's important in a scene because that piece of cheese haunts me 💀💀💀

in all seriousness, readers are very perceptive and they can fill in the scene even if you don't describe every single detail. it can be hard to determine what's "important" in a scene, and that's still something i struggle with, but i try to stick to:

change in tone - if someone's having a normal conversation but the other person pisses them off, I'll say like "Jean snapped" or "Eren hissed" or w/e 💀 otherwise i like to stick to "said/says" because it doesn't interrupt the flow of reading.

body language/movement - instead of saying "Jean was angry" to set the scene, i could describe instead how he "clenched his fists down at his side and you could see the muscle in his jaw twitching" or smthn like that.

internal dialogue - sometimes I'll "pause" dialogue so a character can have an internal crisis, but i try to keep it short -- or if not, I'll have the other character comment on the long pause 💀 "snapping you out of your thoughts" type thing.

dialogue is fun because i think you can convey a lot through conversation. like the pauses in conversation, what words people use when they're talking, or what they decide to share. dialogue sets the scene just as much as emotions and descriptors do, in my opinion.

(also, lowkey writing physical scenes like smut/fighting/kissing really helps with this??? i think it's because you have to keep track of the character's body parts/clothes while also moving forward the dialogue and also not getting lost in the details? idk maybe it's just me 💀)

in terms of over-explaining in relation to the accounting stuff in tbaw..... honestly, i just try to give the bare minimum information necessary to the story.

i could ramble for pages about what the characters are doing, but it's not really important to know that reiner and reader are doing detail testing on the client's expense accounts to confirm completeness, accuracy, etc. ete. 💀 so i strip away the technical details and just say that they're looking at invoices -- because really, that's all you need to know to understand that they're working.

i actually worry that im not giving enough information, sometimes. like when i talk about queries and review notes, i worry that people don't understand what that means, but i hope with context they can get a general idea.

idk i'm still pretty new to writing too! it helps to read other peoples work and see how they do things to help improve your own writing!! not just fanfiction, but published books too.

i like to read YA/NA novels to help improve my writing. i know that genre gets a lot of flack for being too "simple" or "easy reads" or whatever, but i don't think that's a bad thing??? i'm not trying to write the next game of thrones, i'm just looking to write a little love story about some of my favourite anime boys, so i like keeping it simple.

HOWEVER, some people like writing with more descriptors or using more complex language, and there's nothing wrong with that either! at the end of the day, i think that you should write for yourself the way that you like stories to be written.

if you like scenes to be described to the minute detail, do it! if you want to get into the nitty gritty about accounting, write it!!

writing is my fun little hobby so i try not to stress about perfection too much. i know that's easier said than done, but you're your own worst critic so i guarantee even if you think something is too burdensome to read, someone else out there is eating up every single word!!

#writing tips #i get embarrassed tagging my own tips as “writing tips” 💀 #but if it helps one person out there #im still a baby writer too #tiff.ask