#btw this man is fucking diabolical

[yourdoorisunlocked]

I'll Never Meet Another You... - Part 2

📺〘 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 〙📺

𝐀/𝐍: Back after popular demand... *drumroll* OUR FAVORITE TV MAN!! 🥰 I just love writing Possessive!Vox, idk what it is about him, he's just so sCrUmPtIoUs-

I lowkey feel like I'm betraying my country of Alastor Nation by simping for this man, but CAN YOU BLAME ME??

. . .

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑,𝟎𝟕𝟗 ⚠︎ 𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐖 ⚠︎: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ

. . .

The skies of hell that normally shone a bright cherry red had faded into a deep alluring maroon, mock sparkles twinkling down upon the Pride Ring in a beautiful imitation of Earth’s stars when you finally returned home from work. 

You slammed your front door behind you, as all of the day’s pent-up frustration from being overworked and criminally underpaid finally weighed down on you, and a few dishes trembled in fear of your wrath as a soft glow of darkness outlined your figure. 

The peace of the apartment had been entirely interrupted to make room for your sulking at your shitty living situation, though you knew you should’ve been grateful to have your job, however stressful.

For you, it definitely beat out prostitution or becoming an assassin-for-hire, so, who were you to complain about your mentally taxing job as a waitress? You might’ve been catcalled a handful of times, and maybe it even bordered on harassment here and there, but you weren’t forced to outright fuck them.  

And thankfully, after some time, you had realized that for some reason, they never seemed to return to the restaurant, seeming to go missing completely from existence. Even an uncomfortable coworker of yours that you despised being around had been “let go” after a mere day of working at the diner. Maybe they all got the hint? That’s what you’d like to hope. 

Though, even if you were safe from such advances, you definitely weren’t spared from the abuse of being burnt out of all your social battery in order to serve people. 

The fact that it was Valentine’s Day in a few days didn’t make it any better. 

For the entire first week of February, you were forced to sacrifice your sanity to serve people with a dazzling smile and cake a ridiculous amount of concealer on your face to hide your heavy eyebags.

Not to mention the slight jealousy that had boiled over inside of you, fueled by exhaustion and loneliness from cold nights alone and grueling days working at the restaurant, whenever you had to serve those lovey-dovey couples that were all over each other.

You despised them, with their tender Eskimo kisses, and stupid, mushy pet names for each other, and- Oh, great, they’re fucking under the table, now!

You’d had to kick out more than one group for that handful of incidents.

Just once, you’d like for someone to sweep you off your tired feet and bring you to a nice little outing, while shoving your infatuation with each other in everyone’s single-pringle fucking faces. 

Oh, well. It wasn’t like finding love in a wretched place like Hell was probable. But you had your delusional fantasies, and more importantly, your playlists. 

A familiar bloom of warmth in your chest had your heart ache with relief as you stumbled over to your bedroom. You promptly flopped onto your thin, squeaky mattress and stretched out your arms and legs, popping each stiff joint that had formed that day. 

Rolling onto your back, you let your loose hair that had been strained into a bun all day fall onto the bed as you opened Sinstagram, bobbing your head to a song that had been stuck inside your playlist for a while.

It felt like an actual crime to start indulging in your daily stalking admiring of your latest obsession, the television Overlord himself, the founder of the biggest tech company in the Pride Ring, you guessed it, Vox. 

Yes, you knew that it was creepy, but this was Hell. Who was anyone to judge you for fangirling – just a little bit – over him? Especially with that face card. You’d had very unsavory relationships in the past, but you’d throw your entire Sacred Rulebook of Relationship Standards out of the proverbial window for Vox. 

Besides, anyone would be fucking blind not to fawn over him. Seven feet tall, hotter than hell itself, and more powerful and influential than you could possibly conceive? He was every Wattpad reader’s wet dream. The blueprint, if you were being honest.

As you start scrolling through his Sinstagram – well, the company’s, really – a soft smile spreads across your face, your yearning gaze completely taken with him. 

The levels of down bad you had to be, to fall in love with a flat screen... 

Unbeknownst to you, a soft whirring that could’ve easily been mistaken for an air conditioner had gotten louder and louder, closer and closer to the familiar stained glass of your bedroom window, tarnished with smoke and pollution. But it was clear enough for someone to look in and see what heinous acts you were doing on that phone of yours, never mind your search history. 

Even Val would turn his nose up at some of that shit...

You didn’t even notice the small flash of the lens from its installed camera, or how it hovered just ever so close enough to the window beside you that it could get a proper view of what you were looking at, the contents of your phone on display for its Master to see. 

And said Master was currently relaxing into his chair with a self-satisfied simper, his earlier stress from the typical daily jetlag melting away in your presence. The tension in Vox's shoulders loosened as his fingers danced over the keyboard briefly, and a monitor to the right lit up with a close-up of your face.

We meet again, Doll~...

The electronic Overlord had been awaiting this moment for what seemed like an eternity, as he mundanely danced his way through daily routine simply to keep you under his watchful eye, come the evening. 

Throughout the day, Vox’s phone had been blowing up, par for the course of the ‘season of love’, as they called it. Of course, dealing with his job daily would’ve been an absolute thrill; cultivating his power and influence to spread across the Pride Ring by the second, watch Sinners fall over themselves to purchase the latest of VoxTech, y’know, the usual everyday experience.

But you were his change in daily routine, an escape from the facade of a showman that he had to keep up for the public, and you were right within Vox's reach.

And he could only restrain himself from up and snatching you away for so long. 

Though, recently, the idea of kidnapping you had left a rather sour taste on Vox's tongue. He would've rather lured you in with his persona, and captivate you with all that he could offer, the security, the wealth, whatever you'd desire, Vox would provide.

So, when Vox found out about your "little" infatuation with him, what with the sinful fanart hoarding and the fact that you anonymously followed every account that he or his company managed, it was a game changer.

And the television demon was, above all, a courteous, charismatic demon, despite his... outbursts. And although he didn't have much relationship experience, he'd rather like to learn.

And he was sure that you'd be more than willing to teach him.

Vox’s focus from his fantasies were broken by the sight of your expression souring when a notification pinged on your phone. 

It was your new co-worker, who had texted you the details of the new opening times since the restaurant had been getting much more foot traffic. 

And it apparently planned to remain that way until the end of the month. 

"6 A.M.? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright, might as well get to bed earlier, now," you stood up and begrudgingly over to your bathroom, grumbling a string of curses as your bad mood was freshly revived.

Vox watched as you retreated from your bedroom, throwing articles of clothing from the bathroom onto your bed.

Water began pattering against the marble walls, and steam had gradually seeped into the room.

“I’m just an average man, with an average life...” 

“I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price.” 

Oh, you little tease...

With a soft scoff at the irony, Vox started humming along to the little tune you’d started singing as he tapped his fingers against the desk, impatient to be graced with your presence on the live feed of the VoxTech Voyeurscope. 

“All I want is to be left alone, in my average home.” 

“But why do I always feel, like I’m in the Twilight Zone?” 

Vox sat back in his chair and kicked his legs upon the surface of his desk, his mind racing with answers to your predicament.

“I always feel like, somebody’s watchin’ me~!"

He was accustomed to returning to his room, only to bear witness to your mad self-ranting about what a dick your boss was, how your shitty pay was barely supporting you, and the many idiots you had to deal with, ones Vox would personally take care of, of course. 

“And I have no privacy, ooh-oh-oh,"

"I always feel like, somebody's watching me!"

But as entertaining as it was, Vox hated seeing you slump into your abode, the eyebags more prominent than ever on your face.

You looked so... tired, so spent. He'd never use you like that, not if he was your boss...

“Tell me is it just a dream?” 

Wait...

A pixelated lightbulb flashed against the left side of Vox's interface as he leaned forward against his monitor, frantically searching for whoever he needed to terminate fire so that you could take their place. 

And, like a hellish prayer answered, the spot for a personal assistant was gloriously empty.

Heh, there really is a God...

A wave of Vox’s hand ordered the computer to direct him to his personal digital office, showing him forms, emails, and requests waiting for him to green light, all minor cases compared to what he was searching for. 

It didn’t take long for Vox to find the form he was looking for, and it seemed that Lucifer had smiled upon him that day, as right when he retrieved the assistant application form, you exited the shower, the patter of water coming to an abrupt stop. 

You walked out in nothing but a towel and a sheen of water droplets glistening against your skin. Ever the gentleman, Vox turned away with a small blue-hued blush when you dropped the towel and began to dress yourself, only turning back when he spotted you picking up the towel out of his peripheral. 

With a small, triumphant smirk and a short mental request, the Voyeurscope returned promptly to Vox. He handed it the form, manifesting it into a physical piece of paper to insert into its awaiting craned claws. 

Vox could get you out of that horrible place, no doubt about it. But he had to make sure that you did your part as well. 

"Bring this to her apartment. Be discreet about it."

He handed the drone the empty form, and instantly it zoomed across the Entertainment District to your apartment, which wasn’t even that far from the Vee’s headquarters. 

It made a short trip through the ventilation system that led into your bedroom, tucking in on itself to deliver the paper to you.

Thankfully your back was turned to it and braiding your hair, as a shiny metal claw reached out from behind the metal door to the vent just above your bed. It dropped the application form upon your mattress, and Vox waited with bated breath for you to notice.

The form floated precariously down onto your bed, landing gracefully just as you turned around and jumped onto the mattress. You were half-tempted to reach for your phone and end the night with your daily simp-scrolling before bed. 

Vox’s heart lurched in his chest once you spotted the form and held up the piece of paper with a questioning expression. You didn’t remember having this anywhere in your bag when you left the restaurant. 

“What in the...?”  

Then, your eyes caught onto the logo. 

VoxTech. 

Holy shit. 

Apparently, you’d accidentally snatched someone else’s application form to work for VoxTech, an idea that completely slipped your mind for the last miserable months you’d slaved away at the diner you worked at.

It wasn’t like a spontaneous trip to the Entertainment District, of all places, was something that you could afford, let alone tolerate with the skeezes that sauntered about the streets, looking for young little things like you to prey on. 

But despite its infamous reputation, Vox definitely wasn’t the worst of the Vees, not by a fucking long shot. And that wasn’t just your obsessive, simping brain talking here. 

Sure, he was the embodiment of capitalism and corporate greed at its finest, but an office job with a few tons of workload sounded much better than what you were getting, working at a shabby restaurant and going home every night to your shithole of an apartment.

Not to mention, you’d be working under the Overlord you’d obsessed over for weeks on end. 

Hopefully you’d get the chance to be under him, too- 

Also, the goddamn paygrade! Your eyes bulged out of your head and your mouth fell slightly agape in surprise, unaware of how the television Overlord was gauging your every reaction and sipping on his coffee with an amused smirk. 

Perhaps God had finally taken pity upon your mortal soul and decided that you deserved to catch a break, and for that, you were eternally grateful. You’d be skipping halfway to church, by now, if Hell had one. Maybe even click your heels a couple times on the way, too. 

In a flash, you rushed over to your nuclear fallout zone of a desk, sweeping the mess of papers and ‘RENT DUE’ bills off its surface. You quickly took a pen and scribbled down the required information for the application form at lightning speed. Smoke was practically rising off the paper by the time you were done with it.

The form was filled out in record time, and Vox watched as his plan unfolded perfectly before him. The definite click of your desk drawer closed as you placed the form inside for tomorrow, your fate sealed and unknowingly passed into Vox's greedy hands. 

“So gullible for me, aren’t you~?” His gaze softened adoringly towards you as he murmured to no one; gentle, placating words meant for your ears hitting only the damned barrier of his computer screen.

A fond, blue-hued grin lined with neon teal teeth spread across Vox’s blue-screen interface as he watched you flop onto your bed. You kicked your feet happily and gushed like a schoolgirl as you lost yourself to your daydreaming.

You knew you weren’t important enough to actually have a meeting with Vox himself, but this was fucking fanfic material, and a gorgeous opportunity that you knew was too good to brush off. 

“Ooh! I can’t wait to meet him! If I ever meet him. I wonder what Vox's like when he isn’t working... He’s definitely the Type A kinda guy, super work oriented.” A spot-on observation.

“Ugh... But I’m totally not, though. Eh, doesn’t matter, I’ll be accepted either way, it’s not like anyone else is brave enough to accept the job.” Well, she’s not wrong. 

“No, that’s a little cocky. I mean, it’s not exactly a guarantee I’ll be accepted.” Oho, you’d be surprised, my dear...

You pouted doubtfully for a moment, weighing all the variables in your head. This could go horribly wrong for you, maybe even end up with your brains splattering against an aquarium wall, if you played your cards recklessly.

But you'd had enough of this life, and you were far from sick of drowning in the suffocating depressive cycle that you'd been spiraling into for the past couple of months since you'd arrived in Hell.

Who knew your afterlife would be just as dismal and bleak as your human one.

“But it’s worth a shot!” You clenched your fists with a newfound determination, and Vox let out a relieved sigh. You really shouldn’t scare him like that, not when he was so close to having you securely within his grasp. Willingly, that is.

If pushed to it, Vox had no qualms over taking you by force.

“Even though I have no idea what he’s like in person, I’d die to meet him. Double die, that is.”  

“Ugh, but should I miss my shift for the interview? Or should I plan to go there whenever Boss gives me a break next?”  

It was practically torture, watching you go back and forth between decisions, leaving Vox feeling like he was watching the finale of ‘Yeah, I Fucked Your Girlfriend, So What?’, and it had left him on the cruelest cliffhanger he could’ve possibly manifested in the history of shitty melodramas. 

You hadn’t even decided what you were even going to wear, and you were already rethinking your afterlife’s choices. 

Oh, shit...

Your once relaxed state was all but diminished when you realized that simply showing up to the interview wasn’t going to cut it. You had to dress to impress to land this job.

After all, Vox's reputation was the peak of excellence, perfection at its finest, and the company's interviewers would probably have you executed on the spot if you dared to show up in tattered sweatpants and your favorite hoodie.

You rushed over to your dresser, throwing out any articles of clothing you deemed inappropriate for the interview.

Finally, you settled on a plain midnight blue form-fitting blouse with a black ascot, and a black pencil skirt that you had bought for your uniform at the diner. You never wore it much, of course, with all the sleazy customers you’d attract, but you thought it was cute, anyway. 

With a satisfied hum, you laid out the outfit upon your desk, and with a relieved sigh, fell right back into bed with your phone on the lowest brightness possible.

You then scrolled the endless crimson twilight away with half-lidded eyes until you slowly drifted off to sleep, leaving Vox alone to his thoughts once more.

Upon seeing your dozing form, Vox made the drone hover for just a few more moments to watch you drift off into a blissful sleep.

He promptly called it back, and once again, the poor drone worked overtime to return to its Master, and its battery was nearly completely spent as it landed in Vox's claws.

Sharp, neon-dipped fingers tampered with the device for a moment, searching for the gold mine of footage he had recorded. He tossed the video onto his monitor's screen, and the file loaded and saved instantly into his precious folder. 

A warmth crept up his chest as he laid back in his chair, a conniving grin stretching its way onto his features.

The familiar smugness of sure victory, and the honey-sweet bitterness of whatever spell you had put him under had left his heart aching. You may have been prone to your midday daydreaming, but they couldn't compare to Vox's ambitious fantasies of you and him together.

And tomorrow, you'd be all his. His personal assistant, clad in that tight little uniform that had him frothing at the mouth for you.

And speaking of which...

Vox's retinas pulled up different images of uniforms and color-coordinated outfits that perfectly matched his likeness and style.

Indeed, when Vox was done with you, you'd be a spitting image of him, every facet and aspect of you fashioned for him, and him alone.

Every demon in Hell would know exactly who you belonged to, from the marks that would line your shoulders and thighs, to the pleated blue skirt and coattails that he'd have Velvet fashion, just for you.

She'd look stunning in my colors...

. . .

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Alright, I promise, I SWEAR WE'RE GETTING THERE-

I needed to use this chapter to build up the plot's structure, since the first chapters tend to be little concepts of what I want the rest of the story to be about. I promise, ON MY MOTHER that next chapter we will be seeing more Vox x Reader content in chapter three, especially since the tv demon brainrot is invading and corrupting my brain cells rn 😓

As always, thanks for reading! And once again, my taglist is always below, so please comment there to be tagged!

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𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @starsformydarlingmazel, @chitter-chatter, @hazzbindarlingg, @darkangel582, @matrixbearer2024, @prosciuttosblog, @frog-fans-unite, @chewbrry, @villxinmiixx, @lulurubberduckie, @mysterypotatoink, @kintsugi-akane, @rustedtoaster

➺𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑻𝒐 @cafekitsune - 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫!

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #yandere vox x reader #yourdoorisunlocked #hazbin fanfic #THIS IS FOR PLOT PURPOSES #i swear we'll get to the vox x reader shit in a bit I PROMISE #obsession #tw stalking #possessive behavior #btw this man is fucking diabolical #like- THE MAINUPLATION #THE MIND GAMES AND THE SCHEMING

[boydykedevo]

Oh uh, yes — oPera man, my name is eh JOEY LUNCHPAIL! Heheh I am a forklift uhhhhh foreman! 🎵And I do not know anything about the op-er-AAA! 🎵

(…it’s a secret ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it’s a sec-er-et for ME!)

#excuse me I referenced this line and now it’s stuck in my head again #i have every fucking opera man line ever bouncing around in my brain at all times sorry #one off taz characters my beloved #technically two off #icarus is talking #taz just us #timestamp for this is TAZ Just Us at 7:28. btw. #<- unleashing diabolical scheme to trick ppl into listening to just us

[bg3-bitching]

so. okay. bg3 & asian characters. for our purposes i will be talking about helsik and cazador—note that they are both characters with east asian features. this is because, as far as i know, there are no south/southeast asians (at least, not with speaking roles). this is the first of our problems.

quick harper branthos mention btw. i love him. he's not got enough of a speaking role to be relevant here but i love him all the same

let's look at helsik from the devil's fee. during your first conversation with her, she mentions being a follower of "lord mammon". she requests payment for information, and will tell all for obscene prices. it's basically daylight robbery. also, for people who don't know, mammon as a character represents greed and avarice, and is often depicted as one of the princes of hell. she embodies the east asian (usually chinese) scammer trope—she tries to get you to give her all your money and then some. so like. that's not a great portrayal of asian people, and she's maybe the second one we've seen so far?

then we have cazador, who is. at least visually based on fu manchu which isn't a good association lmao (fu manchu is a fictional supervillain who uhhh. embodies the evil genius/mad scientist trope. the stache cazador has is named after him). so that's a bad look! not to mention that over the game, cazador has been built up as an evil, manipulative, abusive shithead who is also the villain of the favorite white boy's narrative. his whole shtick in the later half of the game is the rite of profane ascension, a demonic rite in which he must sacrifice seven thousand souls for power. so not only is he the source of all the favorite white boy's problems, but he's power-hungry as well.

wow! you may be thinking. what a weird coincidence that these two characters are tied to diabolic rituals!

isn't it just? it's almost reminiscent of how east asian people have been called yellow devils in the past!

sorry about the sarcasm but it's just tiring at this point. thank you, larian! thank you so much!

Good fucking God Almighty.

Larian how do manage to fuck up the only two notable Asian characters in the game that badly??? (It's by not having anyone Asian be prominent in making the game) ((I also hate how broad the term 'Asian' is, as if Asia is monolithic))

Since he was brought up, I want to say how uncomfortable I feel seeing and using the word "slave" to describe Astarion's situation with Cazador. Yes that is technically what he was, but should we really be saying a white man is a slave? ESPECIALLY when his "master" (big yikes) has POC features? It's giving "Persecution Flip" trope.

Thank you for sending this! It's good for people to see these harmful tropes and stereotypes so they can spot them when they happen.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #larian critical #bg3 critical #cazador szarr #bg3 cazador #fandom critical #larian studios #astarion #astarion ancunin

[lexygabe]

northquido headcanons

disclaimer: i was bored af lately so i decided to write down all of my thought about this stupid assholes

tw: use of slurs (it's fucking liquido and north come on you know they would) and nsfw content but this is under a cut

• this one is for the veterans that followed me on wattpad, the 🎀💋🤩💌👯‍♀️bread 💌❤️‍🔥❤️❤️, to be more specific brioche bread is liquido's equivalent of giving someone chocolate box,

• their relationship doesn't get in the way when it comes to their rivalry,

• their love language is using the most fucked-up insults you've ever heard of. liquido calls north 'dirty dumb blonde fag' and north tells liquido that he is the biggest stupid cunt he ever dated. they love each other 🥰🥰,

• to everybody's surprise this relationship is good for them. since they are dating, both north and liquido spend more time on training,

• liquido is much of an attention seeker so it's very hard to see them being apart,

• when they are in the same room with other people and liquido starts to acting up, north is like: "oh my god, sit the fuck down🙄🙄". at first liquido didn't listen to what north was telling him but over time when north told liquido, for example, to shut up: liquido shut up. "hold it": liquido holds it. "tell him": liquido tells him,

• when it comes to north, liquido always mocks him. when something happens liquido says things like that to north: "say you are sorry", "thank me now", "😜😜say: please liquido😵‍💫 i can't live 🥺🤭 without you". unfortunately, north knows that he needs to say all of these things because otherwise liquido will be offended at him a whole day,

• type of couple that was shipped by fans long before they started dating,

• when it comes to being romantic, they are romantic on the level of a third grade student. north gives liquido some 'awesome, diabolical, fun as hell rocks' he found on the beach and liquido sends him pictures of drawings that he made on some documents or nda's (del aqua was pissed off) (those drawing looked like if they were made by preschooler),

• the most romantic thing they've done was placing receipt with written love confession into an empty alcohol bottle and throw this to the ocean. soon after that beach guard reported them to police and they have to pay a fine💀💀,

• north sends liquido every "blue haired girl" meme,

• another easter egg for my wattpad followers: north teaches liquido how to ice skate (it ended up horrible),

• liquido is the master of making the scene in public. he is sitting on north's lap in the most random moments and places, he gives north a slap on the ass when there are cameras everywhere, etc.,

• north on the other hand, hits liquido in the shoulder, elbows him in the stomach or pokes him between the ribs with his fingers.

"it wasn't funny😐😐😦😬"

"good😠😤"

• north is crocs and liquido is flip-flops,

• they don't care about privacy in the bathroom. when one of them is washing their teeth - the other is peeing, etc.,

• don't let them play uno or monopoly,

• btw they are playing a lot of traditional games when they have lazy days,

• the couple that wouldn't marry each other til their 60s

• they are drawing dicks on a cast if one of them broke any bone.

nsfw:

• when they are making out there is a lot of saliva, teeth and blood (because they bite each others lips every time),

• if you see them during a quickie, you didn't predict. just go away,

• someone already mentioned it but breath play, liquido likes it especially. yeah it also applies to swallowing,

• dirty talk and i mean a lot,

• tbh liquido is the one that is doing blow jobs and giving hand jobs to north, this is my man's cup of tea,

• north is one wild mf, my man is searching for that g spot inside those hydra cheeks (im sorry, pls forgive me),

• THEY ARE LOUD AS FUCK, OMG SHUT THE FUCK UP,

• hickeys💋💋💋.

#supa strikas #supablr #headcanon: supa strikas #supa strikas north shaw #supa strikas liquido #ship: northquido #supa strikas hydra

[applesontheground]

💘 house call 💉

sending birthday wishes to @bisexual-horror-fan! as always, utterly thankful for a great friendship, and how else to show it by making our barbies kiss each other? this was another hypothetical we had talked about a little after the last cross-canon piece -- how the triads would react to properly meeting each other -- and in my nature i ran to write it for the special day.

(btw, i def intend for this to be something that happens outside the events of prometheus/post the "oh my god they finally hooked up" moment that's still coming. it's a slow burn after all, so spoilers that they get together eventually, i suppose?)

also: just to avoid confusion since there are a severe lack of names in this, i use she/her for the TTHITOW reader and they/them for the YOP reader!

SFW | Word Count: 2,771 | Tiffany Valentine x Reader x Charles Lee Ray & Herbert West x Reader x Daniel Cain contains canon typical/injury, compliant with Through The Heart Is The Only Way and Your Own Prometheus

In the dead of night, a car went squealing down the road. Trying to get away from an audience of dark windows, clear and open like crystal eyes peering into where they were going – and more importantly, who they were.

“Stop lettin’ go of it, you’re just gonna bleed out!”

“I’m not. Tiff, don’t fuckin-! OW!”

Another yelp from the backseat made the tires squeal, causing a sharp turn being made and the woman behind the wheel to finally slam both her palms down in an aggravated motion. “I can’t drive straight if you two are screaming in my ear! I just can’t!” She cried, hands white knuckling as they returned to take control.

Chucky looked to the ceiling of the car cabin, rolling his eyes and disguising it as agony to keep both of his girls off his back. Tiffany swung around from the passenger seat, and she argued, “He’s the one that says we can’t go to a hospital, especially not with the sorry sap in the back.”

Being reminded of the body in the trunk, the waitress rolled her neck but finally gritted, “No, nope. Fuck it, I have somewhere better than a hospital. Somewhere far safer for all of us, sealed lips and all.”

“Sure, sure. Take us wherever is best right now, baby cakes.” Tiffany finally softened, an arm on the crook of her elbow. “Only thing I have t’ask is where it is.”

“…Across from a cemetery…one town over or so…” She mulled, then quickly insisted, “A friend of mine, they work as a document runner. Believe me, we can trust them-“

“Oh, that’s nice. Perfect, just what we needed.” Chucky grimaced in a sarcastic bite, but the waitress snapped, “For God’s sake, if I’m your accomplice you could let me fucking finish-” Tiffany gave a downright diabolical look to him, patting the waitress’ arm as she mustered the patience. “…They got a couple doctors for roommates.”

“Oh,” His hands came up in a shrug, “Fine, that’s actually better than I thought.

Let’s make a house call. Sure they’d fuckin’ love that at this time of the night.”

Knock on the door.

From inside the house, the sole person in the kitchen looked up from the counter. First at the door an ocean’s away with the desolate living room seeming so vast; then at the clock on the mantle. Finally, a familiar voice hushing on the other side made them sprout up from their seat, discarding the question of a warrant before entering that had been forming in their mind. Even though no one else was on the main floor with them, they couldn’t help sneaking, the heavy quiet making them very aware of their own footsteps.

Opening the door, their eyes fell, a little disheveled in an expected way for this time of the night but growing in moments at the scene before them. Two women holding a man between them, one of them they recognized like the back of their hand. If there wasn’t a dark stain trailing down the man’s torso, they would’ve been quicker to say hello.

“Is everyone home?” The waitress asked, giving a pointed look from under one of his arms. The courier stammered, “I- They’re…” They looked to one woman, then the other. Finally, the man for only a brief glimpse as they answered more confidently, “They’re downstairs, but I can…Oh my god,come inside.” Forgetting formality, they held the door open.

“Downstairs, like in a basement?” Chucky clarified. Tiffany sighed, “What else could we be talking about, huh? Come on, you’re bleeding all over the porch.”

“Oh yeah, let’s go inside and bleed on the carpet-“ He snarked, his other girlfriend lingering by the door to catch a worrisome glance from the courier. Still, they smirked as she murmured, “I can explain, I promise. Thank you so much. We just couldn’t go to the hospital, you know.”

“Sure, of course.” They assured, nothing else needed to be said as they guided them in. One last look into the street, across it to the cemetery for a beat, then they closed the door behind them.

“Good timing. I had just been up and walking around when you pulled up.” The courier explained, ushering an open jar of peanut butter behind the toaster on the counter, one second upright and another crouched down, opening a drawer where you might expect them to keep the pots. Looking over one shoulder, they offered, “You can take a seat anywhere you’d like, by the way.”

“So, sweets.” Chucky rolled his eyes over to the waitress, and teased, “Do you have multiple pals that happen to be bangin’ a couple doctors, or is this who I think it is? Be honest.” The courier perked up, trying not to smirk. “She’s told you about me?”

Chucky shot a look towards the woman on his left. “All I’m saying is that you told me that you weren’t taking me to the Frankensteins. What do we mean by doctors, exactly?”

The waitress asked, “Do you want to be taken care of without the legal work or not?” and the courier lamented as they set some medical supplies on the counter, “Do we have to word it like that?” The gears continuing to turn in their head as they tore the seal on a bottle of peroxide, they then repeated in a confused tone: “Frankensteins?”

Seeing them busy quickly, even finding a pair of nitrile gloves conveniently stashed with the rest of the supplies and wasting no time to stretch them over their hands, Chucky scoffed, “Well, this whole household’s full of doctors, huh?” They met eyes with him and chirped, “Oh no, I’m a courier for the county, actually.” He gave a look of concern back down to the heavy tear – both through his sweater and doubling down into his skin – above his stomach.

They then hummed, “It’s alright. When you live with people in the business, you learn a little. Believe me, I may not be licensed but I know what I’m doing. I’ve patched up those doctors themselves a few times when they weren’t able to.”

“What, when they burn their hand on the stove or something?” Chucky scoffed, getting a small laugh from the courier. “Sure, or when they stub their toe on a doorframe.” They went along with it, shrugging casually but their smile slightly bent into a disguised grimace.

Chucky sighed, half from the load off he took on a barstool by the counter and half by the return of his humor. “Sure. Just like everyone here, you also know a thing or two about all that necromancy garbo, too. I know a sadist when I see one.”

The courier’s kind eyes grew wide. “Oh, did she tell you about that, or…?” They met eyes again, both confused now. He mumbled out, “…No? No, I was- I was joking, buddy.”

Before they could rewind their terrified expression, a door opening down the hall towards the right side of the house made their head snap towards it. They dropped the gauze from their hands into Tiffany’s lap. She merely watched in shock as the poor thing nearly lost balance shooting around the counter.

“The boys must be in.” Tiffany mused, one hand resuming the work they had been doing but still giving a curious glance towards the doorway where they had slipped out of sight.

Hushed conversation. The courier begging with a quiet, “please” was all they caught before they slipped back around the doorway and cleared their throat so all three people in the kitchen looked over. There were emerging figures from the hall, still shrouded in the deep dark of the corridor but still clear enough to see that one was taller, lankier while the other had a pair of metallic-framed glasses.

“These are friends of mine. They ran into some trouble and just needed the help.” The courier explained, “Friends, these are my partners.” The two men finally followed as they walked back in, the light showing their faces far better. The taller one was quick to react, giving a confused nod before his eyes settled on the blood seeping across the counter, finding the source and immediately softening in stature at the sight, concern making him antsy in how he stood behind the other two. His counterpart was far less disposed to it, still giving a close look to the courier, a raise of the eyebrows when they locked stares in a silent ask of ‘All this, and you brought them inside?’

“Oh, that one’s definitely a freak.” Chucky cringed under his breath, both of his girlfriends slapping hands over their own mouths and then his with the free ones. The courier disregarded it, ignoring the offense from one man by saying his name. “Herbert, Dan. This is a friend I meet up with every Thursday after late runs, and … her partners. Chucky and Tiffany?” Looking in a silent question to the other two just to be safe, both silently greeted in affirmation.

“Sorry about the blood, you guys. I know tricks on how to get it out of linoleum if you need.” Tiffany mentioned to them as both men tried to find their place in the scene unfolding. Dan quickly responded, shaking his head hurriedly and trying to crack an edgeless smile for her, “Oh, we got cleanup down well. I, uh- “ He gestured to the courier, “They get nosebleeds a lot, actually. Don’t you, honey?” Briefly pecking each other on the lips, the courier put a hand to Dan’s lower back and commented, “Yeah, about that. They know we do more than nosebleeds around here.”

“They what?” Herbert turned from the counter, paused in his movement to find some gauze. He even held it close to one shoulder, like he was about to abstain from the entire ordeal, but Dan quickly snatched it from him. Knowing there were more pressing matters, he came around the counter and asked Chucky, “How did you manage something so bloody? At this time of night, too?”

“Believe me, it’s better you don’t ask. What’s important is making sure I don’t die around your boyfriend over there.” Chucky grimaced, earning a suppressed glance from the man.

Herbert snorted at that, the courier cringing to themselves as Dan assured him, “Come on, you’re not doing that. You haven’t lost enough blood to die, I promise.” The courier then added kindly, “You’d need a lot more than that, actually.”

“I’m sure stranger things have happened,” Herbert warned, making Dan finally frown over at him as the courier hissed, “Enough.”

Chucky groaned, “For Christ’s sake, I think I know where this caravan is going. We all kill people, or at least know about the whole murder ordeal, so let’s stop being a bunch of pusses while we have this small talk, huh?”

“Kill people?” Dan echoed, half terrified of the mere mention but trying to disguise it as confusion.

“Oh, murder?” The word stained Herbert’s tongue, like a bad burn, “Is that what you call it?”

The courier scoffed at him, “I didn’t give them that word.” Giving a pointed look back, like they were growing exasperated from the assumptions, they silently resolved the issue and looked back to the others.

“Huh, we seem to know a little more ‘bout each other than I thought. Have you been yapping, too?” Tiffany then asked the waitress, crossing her arms to make the other woman huff, “Not…not anything specific about what you and Chuck do for a living, if that’s what you mean.”

“Well, we can understand now, can’t we?” Herbert piped up again, the courier handing him a pair of gloves as he now joined the small circle forming in the center of the room, “We don’t need to be so discrete: If you must know, I met Daniel in a morgue and the other one sneaking around two nights after they had moved in.” Even though it was a bit rude, the courier seemed tickled by the use of the other one, and when Tiffany noticed with a narrow of her eyes they whispered, “Long story.”

The right man for the job, Dan closed in as the one in charge of patching Chucky up. Herbert watched in a thinly veiled , but was soon distracted by the courier, who mosied over and took his fiddling hands. He gave them a tough look, but it was ignored in favor of peppering a soft kiss to one knuckle, whispering something that made him roll his eyes but finally release the tension in his hands and let them rest on his sides.

He fell far more content with watching, their chin on his shoulder as they mouthed, “God, he’s handsome, isn’t he?” Herbert didn’t respond, but a contemplative glance back over at Dan was all the courier needed to smile a little. They met eyes with the waitress, and they couldn’t help but feel some sort of strangely placed perfection in how they acted with the two misfits that had emerged from the depths of this strange little house in the middle of some desolate valley of silence and almost crypt-like complacency.

The waitress then turned her attention back to her own two. Tiffany had been idly speaking with Dan, but as soon as the awful gash in Chucky’s side was no longer visible under a healthy layer of gauze she was looking at him.

Dan finally gave them space, nodding one last time before walking over to the sink to wash his hands, meeting the other two there. Putting a hand on his shoulder, the waitress grinned as they shared a kiss themselves as Tiffany huffed, “Very nice work, Dan. My man’s almost good as new. If only you could fix that clunky chip on his shoulder.” Chucky made a face, and muttered, “Keep talking like that, and I’m running away with this one.” The waitress giggled, slapping him on the shoulder playfully as he pulled her into the two of them, giving her a kiss as well. A dim thought fell over her, and her smile faded as she murmured, “Well, now we just need to scrap the body that’s still in the car.”

There was a plastic clatter on the counter over by the sink, the triad looking at them while Dan slowly turned off the water. “You guys brought the body?” The courier gasped, and Chucky shrugged, “What, were we supposed to leave it out in the open with our fingerprints all over it?”

Tiffany then pointed out, “Well, we’re by a cemetery, we can just find a hole in the ground and take care of it.” She looked at Dan, who was shooting a gaze to the living room with the window pointing towards the graveyard. “You guys know a good spot for that, I suppose?”

“Body disposal?” Dan murmured, letting one of his dry hands slip around the courier’s hip, having them fit snug against him. Chucky jutted his chin towards him. “What, are any of you gonna say something?”

Tiffany then sighed, “Whether it’s burying the guy, dissolvin’ him in a bathtub like you see in those over-the-top crime shows…I dunno, we just need it gone one way or another, so we all don’t go to jail.” The courier gave a careful look to the hem of their shirt, streaked a bit with blood that had been lingering on someone’s hand while they had brushed past them.

Finally, Dan offered, “Well…we can help with that, too. I-If you want, I mean- we know how difficult…” Listening to him stumble, the courier’s arm came up to press their fingers into his back in mute support, “It can be to get rid of evid- Bodies, all of that stuff.” He finally swallowed his last thoughts, looking down at the tile floor with an almost ill look on his face.

Herbert stopped rubbing the smudges from his glasses, placing them back on his face. When he got another uncertain glance from the waitress, he then mused more to his partners than them with an amused tone.

“Yes, I think that can be arranged.”

Tiffany beamed, “Great, so it’s a double date?”

The courier looked over at the waitress, and instead of anxiety, confusion, worry… There was a glimmer of mischief on the way they pursed their lips. It was more to hide a smirk than to express discomfort, and the waitress had to put a hand over their mouth to hide the matching smile.

It was dangerous; they had a match made in Hell and they weren’t sorry about it.

#poly!chiffany x reader #tiffany valentine x reader x charles lee ray #poly!danbert x reader #herbert west x reader x daniel cain #✏️ #💉 #💘

[dearest-painter]

The crime what demon weed salesman! reader doing when they were simply a child would make almost every serial killer in hell action look like a complete angel that done nothing wrong in their entire life.

(I means the fictional serial killer not the irl serial killer btw)

Oooo yes. Demon weed salesman!reader as a child, they were a menace. They were a chaotic and diabolical child. Alastor was their right hand man. Honestly most of Demon weed salesman!reader sins came from them when they were a child which is fucking scary and odd

#✉️mail arrived✉️ #genderfluid enity answers! #demon weed salesman!reader

[lamentingocean]

>Sword Demon X Martial Art Prodigy Reader<

Warning: a bit of NSFW, violence, a bring up of sky and yeri, vent, fighting, and bit of an emotional impact, making out, philosophy shit and wisdom.

(Earn my rotmd degree into being the most diabolical simp, so I'm gonna add a bit of mongrang pervertness mueheh, but this is the final vote. BTW let me know what you guys want next◇)

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The sword demon,the man known to clean his blade to murdering multiple men that choose to be an enemy to him, his glare is indefinite and silently cunning to those that oppose and double cross his existence just by being a powerful martial arts capable of slicing the heads of even the martial arts prodigies. stunning but cold as an Arctic breeze. his sword is furthermore patternized as an art painting. the paint has its finest darkest colors to make a masterpiece enough to shoke even the professional painters of anicent china. and it's made into a canvas not only to be a haven full of strong emotional impact upon the demon's life but as a man with a deep dark pool of black water that is protracted as his soul. That painting is put into a room with nothing but a black ocean wall art just to take its theme into action into what he's really like.

cunningly mysterious, awfully powerful to sent warning signs to even the mad demon's flesh and bones, and strong enough to train a pervert like mongrang to be a highly beautiful man with a reputation of giving away peices of his charisma to women but also a formidable foe. he is such a man that even a person with a superhuman analytical ability can't get through. He's deep enough to find no meaning in life and just take time to bring it, meaning just to train and fight for what is right. His vibrant sorrows is what gets him a balance to earn his name. the sword demon.

a dangerous martial artist and part of the group of the four demons of this murim world.

Pervert Demon

Mad Demon

Sword Demon

And Poison Demon

you were born into a province. rich and wealthy into a heritage that will soon expand and continue under your own hands, eating with a gold fork and a gold spoon along with flakes of gold on your food to lather your own human system into the fabric of gold with your clothes even laced in gold. But it's a problem in this family. they are verbally abusive to their future successors and tried their worst in giving out that abuse to their own children as mental damage influence. they trained you before you can even stand on your own two feet as an infant. teaching you techniques and having to make you redo them over and over until it's perfected to their own satisfaction. It was torture, but practice makes perfect for the praise.

you receive praise, wealth, kindness, and a first time your parents could ever show love to their own children to cut off their own abusive attitude. but your mental state was bleeding from their kindness. but it was fake. The blade of their abuse slit your soul over and over until you are on the verge of tears every time you try to go out in public to be praising for your incredible swordsmanship, weapon proficiency, and reflexes. It sickened you to the core to be this strong but so weak to stand against people who choose to be parents just for the praise.

It's like reaching the aspect of dispair without showing a single emotion. they are the embodiment of dispair even though they are your parents. doesn't feeling like this break you into pieces and make you cry out in pain? No. your mental state is like armor. the more broken it is. the more it can block a hit so profound. it hurts, doesn't it? keeping it in hurts. keeping every strong emotion in your soul just to make people happy hurts.

It fucking hurts to be like this. to suffer under the pressure of your own family, be a controllable puppet to your parents, and fortunately kept into a lifestyle when vulgar words are supposedly normal. no. As a martial art prodigy that can take down 5 skilled fighters in one match is going to be strong for everyone. it's like keeping a bottle of water, and it's unopened just to grab every molecule of mineral and then those minerals are your true emotion. and then by each mineral collected. It becomes filled.

you looked at the legend of the sword demon, trying to know who he was. But you definitely knew who he was when you met him as a 10 year old. only to master the plum blossom technique to impress your parents until you saw him in the side of your eye. right in the wilderness when it's a big space in the wood to go all out into mastering that extravagantly gorgeous technique. glad they made a book about his greatness just enough that you can know him like the back of your hand. someone busted in and dropped a plate full of asian pastries.

It was the butler. and your hand reached a small piece of neatly carved paper. it's written in a female cursive. "Hello, Y/N! This is sky, and I wrote this to inform you that your parents issued an order to go travel across china and find more martial artists able to train you in your next path in life. so I recommend that you pack your bags and head out as soon as possible♡ your mother is a impatient women so she would expect your presence to be gone from here by the time she comes back from her association with the light faction Good luck and have fun with your travels♡

-SkyTsui" your hand flicked the note into the ground. suddenly angry at the news of traveling the world of anicent china just because your parents don't want to train you anymore. what a bunch of wealthy/ lazy fuck ups. but you did as you said as the controlled puppet that you are and packed up a lot of your stuff. even your sword at the bottom of your bed just in case to use for emergencies of factions, clans, or even mercenaries trying to raid the rich from their power and then kill them when the time is right. The weapon's name is called " Yuejue shu" Records of the Precious Swords. sturdy and sharp enough to break a kitchen knife. This can be used for self-defense, even if there are many rarities in the weapons in this world. Pack it up too.

And then boom, you are ready to go travel. Dropping down to the ceiling to mark your departure to leave this place for a while. it's a place that screams this: no matter if you're an emotional person who loves to express themselves in any way or a silent person that's going to keep it to themselves. it's a land full of judgemental/evil human beings that are always going to judge you for who you are. it's humanity. It's reality. people are continually miserable in trying to hurt other people to liven up their own insecurities. Even if you are a friend or you're being used, then you can't escape that. I find no meaning to life other than having a purpose to build within yourself so you can make meaning. we are evil. and if God is all powerful, then why didn't he eradicate the evil upon earth faster than he should. it's because he loves us. as evil. he loves us so much that even a mark upon humanity is going to drive us to the brink of dispair even when he isn't there to help us fix this fucked up world.

It's like letting your own creation die off and decay because of the aspect of humanity fucking up your own creation down into nothing but a capitalistic, dystopian, reality-faking, money hungry, government and supreme court controlled world. you reached down at your sword after that rush of thoughts for the future as in this is the world of anicent china. your wind gushed behind you as you flew like a bird because of your footwork. looking at all the ancient palaces. soon to be abandoned in the next 700 years.

(bro I wasn't able to finish this in time since I'm so damn busy with my online books outside of Tumblr, high school graduate, and college applications/ scholarships, so i can't finish this in time. It might be a part 2 but not right now.)

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

ok dune 2 post. obviously spoilers you know i don't give a shit. there is nothing i can say to you now that could possibly "ruin" your movie going experience should you decide to see dune 2. or maybe there is. i don't care though either you're reading my monster ass post or you're not. but i'm very nice and beautiful and kind so i added a read more <3 just keeping it really niceys <3

FIRST thing i want to say is that men are reacting to these movies in a way that is so diabolically insane to me i don't think i will ever be able to understand the underdeveloped male human brain. that was mean sorry. i hate men though and i think they're less intelligent than normal people. sorry. have you seen what men are saying about dune though. you understand. "it's the greatest triumph of cinema i've ever seen!" like calm down ryan it's dune part two.... we're not talking about the hunger games catching fire rn you can talk about the movie like a normal human being talks about things... yes it was good. it was also only the second best timothee chalamet film released in the past six months... and as i've said. the world at large will forget about dune like two years after the last movie, i'm sorry, but we will... we are not all male sci-fi fanatics peace and love

so what did EYE like about it! well i love zendaya <3 i love zendaya so much, not enough to watch spiderman, but a lot. i lovedd that she had a bigger role in part two (both me and my mom were sooo disappointed at how little she was in part one), and i especially loved how her role provided this point of contest to paul's messiah status, where his mother and stiglar are like, true believers, chani is the skeptic because she knows he's still only a man not a god, because she loves him as a man!!! it was crazy. also they were in crazy beautiful tragic love... (side note we can come back to this later if the need arises. their asses are GOING in the timeless video remake. spent a good ten minutes of the movie's runtime thinking about this fr) i really loved their relationship and their dynamic, idk anything about the books btw i want that out there as a disclaimer now. anyway i loved the drama of their whole thing it was craytown insane. the way he didn't want to go south and solidify his becoming as the people's messiah because he knew that if he became that he would lose her, and ultimately that's exactly what happened... "i will love you as long as i breathe" as his final words to her before enacting this plan to take over from the emperor by marrying the princess... ok that was insane. in many ways this happened to a friend of mine. by the name of. guinevere.... unless you're all here for my gay king arthur theory in which case. in many deeper ways this happened to my friend arthur. but i'm not supposed to talk about that because the people aren't ready. (i do genuinely and truly in my heart of hearts believe that king arthur is gay and i mean it in a way completely divorced from bbc merlin i didn't even want to bring up bbc merlin it makes me so mad how that show corrupted gay king arthur, i don't mean it like that. EYE mean that it's gay as fuck to be a man with an older brother. but we aren't talking about that). basically. kind of a tragedy slay... rooting for them in. deep sigh. movie three.

a thing i DID NOT like was the whole deal with. austin butler. i did not learn his character's name, don't care, he's dead anyway. it's not even that any of it was bad it was just boring. and there was that whole section on him too and i was like ugh this could have been a two minute scene wrap it UP! you may have noticed i was posting while in the theater. yeah i was posting from that section of the movie. because i was BORED. yes there was some vital info in that part, but i also believe it could have been explained in a significantly lesser amount of time!!! me in denis villieneuve's editing room screaming "cut it!!!!" it's boring... i'm sorry... i was bored and i don't care about the harkonnens (? i'm not looking that spelling up) and i don't care that that cult lady "secured his bloodline" by going to his birthday party and seducing him... i don't careeee about the harkonens!!!!

a thing i DID like was rebecca ferguson's deal. she was soooo. i mean she was terrible, of course, insane bitch for real. also i want her so bad but that's not relevant. loved her schemes. love it when a character starts playing god. and she got what she wanted in the end too! was that a good thing? unclear. but god forbid women do anything!

can i say something is this a safe space. i don't care about the worms the way a lot of people seem to care about the fuckin worms... they're cool i guess? but what is with the fascination with the sand worms... i don't get it. i'm gonna leave this point here cuz frankly what more is there to say

there seems to be a disconnect between two camps of people on timmy's actual messiah status in the narrative. i've seen people refer to the character as jesus and i've seen people call him a false prophet, and it all made me so confused i read the entire wikipedia entry for the original dune novel and the article for the larger dune chronicles. and i've come to the conclusion that yes he was literally the ultimate manifestation of powers the bene gesserit were trying to cultivate, and he did become a leader, but i wouldn't be so quick to call him jesus because he's only jesus because the bene gesserit wove their agenda into the religious legends and prophecies of the fremen people to be able to control them through it. so it was kind of all propaganda. but his abilities are very real and he DID want to help the fremen break free from harkonenn persecution. so i wouldn't call him a false prophet. i think the thing with the uh. "water of life" (it's worm piss. it's sand worm piss. it's gatorade blue, straight up fresh from the worm piss. i'm sorry) and he drank it and gave him visions of the future and he was like "i see it all so clearly now" and all that. i think that's real, he can see the futures and he knows he can play an important role and he wants to prevent war (flopped btw) and that's why he leaned into the messiah rhetoric, because it was easy i guess, and the people already believed it. i wouldn't call him evil or corrupt i'd just say he was trying to be realistic through the means he was raised (and remember that his mother raised him for war and power). um it's complicated. do i think there's a jesus metaphor? obviously there is. do i think he's really like. The Messiah? well no, because it's textually true that there was never REALLY a prophesized messiah, it was all just stories put into motion generations before he ever existed. that being said i wouldn't call it fake per se. lot's of interesting stuff is going on here with regards to religion to be honest. does it matter what's real? do we not each control our own perceived reality? does saying it's not real rob the believers of their choice? does it matter that the people were told to believe in him as a way to control them? does it matter that they made the beliefs their own anyway? what is religion? what is god? if i had more time on my hands i'd get deep into dune just to get into arguments online this summer about this shit.

i'd be interested to see how it all unfolds in a third movie, but as i understand that's not a confirmed thing that's happening and frankly i already read the wikipedia article about it so i guess i do already know how it unfolds. but i'll see the eventual movie anyway i guess.

the thing with the "atomics" was wild to me though i was like hey man i do not think a jesus figure would launch atom bombs... but to be fair i think they set those bombs on a mountain? and people were only killed via the rubble? that's obviously still bad i'm aware but i mean. well actually i don't know if that's what happened. the bombs only killed the bad guys though so who gives a shit. sorry. but those bald dudes were creepy i'm sorry they sucked so bad i don't care that a lot of them died in a war that they started. it's a movie. were they atomic bombs though? they called them "atomics" so i did assume they were fucking. oppenheimer atomic bombs. or is this such a distant future that they've advanced technology and undergone so many linguistic changes that words don't mean the same things anymore. i think however that i fully just overthought that. anyway whatever on the bombs i don't wanna talk about bombs

um getting back to my girl chani. "i will love you as long as i breathe" for real she should get to kill him a little bit for all of that shit i am not gonna lie to you. i was reading these wikipedia articles seeing the word "concubine" thinking to myself oh he should die. call me pontius pilate the way i am about to kill this fucking christ figure. i understand it narratively, i get it. i understand that he marries the princess for political reasons but he loves chani i understand that. but i am gonna tell you one thing right now and you need to hear this. cassandra would never pull something like that. and if you wanna talk to ME about an expansive fantasy universe totalling over a dozen books, you are gonna have to go through cassandra there. no one will ever be cassie, not to me, you'll never do the things cassie has done, i don't care who you are i don't care how influential to sci-fi dune is. if you're gonna come to me and be all oh dune was influential for sci-fi, i'm gonna come right back at you and say the shadowhunter chronicles was influential for urban fantasy. there is not a weird middle school girl out there who's life was not affected by cassandra clare. that woman is like a deity to me. i don't care about what men write, SHE is huge to ME. and she would never pull that shit. she would never, and she would rather die. peace and love. i hate men

and you know what let's all back it up for a moment. and when i said. timeless video. oh i meant that, as i said i spent ten minutes just straight up thinking about this comparison. my ultimate conclusion is that paul has the kit herondale swag (but if kit was written by a man. you understand). chani does not so much have ty blackthorn swag but she is kind of a cunt which was good enough for me tbh. the way that like. she was a fremen warrior above everything, even him, was very ty to me though, in the sense that he's a shadowhunter who like, IS a shadowhunter. we have shadowhunters like say, simon, who aren't so much suited to the shadowhunter way of life (because it is an entire way of life, it's not just being a human plus some magic, being a shadowhunter is a whole different class of existence completely unlike ours) but they're a shadowhunter because that's just the hand life dealt them. and then there are shadowhunters who are real, passionate, believing in the cause shadowhunters, and that's gonna be like. isabelle, cordelia, jace, emma. and ty. there are characters who, if they stopped being a shadowhunter they would survive, and there are characters who would not know a way to be without it. (sorry girl gonna interrupt you. this was a dune post? a post about the movie dune part two? um stop rambling about tsc...) ok. basically chani has that drive of caring so much about what she is (fremen) and what she can do. and i love how i gave that a whole paragraph explanation but with paul i just said "yeah he has that kit herondale swag nothin more to say" (sidenote. the audiobook i read the other day has been sticking with me to such an extent that. ok there was one character who i guess was meant to be from new jersey and the narrator was doing this crazy voice for him which was so fun and iconic i have been talking to myself in my head with that voice ever since for real and serious... i get a real kick out of it. and that last sentence pre parentheses was meant to be read in that voice so. imagine an exaggerated sort of goon-like jersey accent)(um just went to the little wiki page for this character to verify the new jersey thing. his dad's from jersey that's not important. under relationships. "they clearly have an abusive relationship" hey now... what fucking. lame fangirl wrote this... they were just homoerotically vibing in a toxic fucked up way... rolling eyes emoji. people didn't understand it...) anyway. um he does have the kit herondale swag. you know. in the simple sense that everybody is telling him he has this Destiny and he really didn't want it. kit would never drink that fuckass worm piss though. actually lie, he might. speaking of the worm piss. not the substance i mean the part of the movie where he almost died from it because it's literally poison and he knew that and drank it anyway. me when i have an exaggerated sense of self worth. me when it's literally poison but i'm different <3 anyway. when chani found him in that coma and jessica was like Only You Can Wake Him because like. some prophecy shit with "tears of the desert spring" and her secret name meant desert spring and she had to cry on him to save him from something she never wanted him to do. and that was effectively the moment that killed their relationship. that was crazy stuff girls...

not much more to say. oh. i must bring up the redacted of it all, of course, i mean naturally. this movie, above all other things i liked about it more than part one, had the added bonus of NOT being "from the ******* edits". watching part one was a constant game of "oh yeah i've seen this one" "classic c****** r***** edit clip!" "oh yeah the hair in his face with a dark expression in his eyes we've all seen it" like it was nice to watch a dune movie that was about dune. you know.

#and that's my story <3 #dune #tagging for organizational purposes <3

[onlyjaeyun]

DADDDYYYSSSS HOMEEEE 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ greetings my beloved angel zadie <3 🤲 i have returned ☝️ as i had been spending my time the past few days attempting to collect my thoughts and opinions on CH in order to serve a full complete rant 🙏🏼😁 anywho so i might not be able to cover all the events for the past 3 or so chapters but hello 😀 hoon fist fuck event🧍‍♀️. see now i’m all about obsessive men and all that but what the actual FUCK. wdym jakyung begged him to be vocal but he couldn’t and bro was whimpering moaning AND panting her (yn) name while he was masturbating HELLOOOOOOOOOO 🏃‍♀️ the GRIP i had on my phone while reading that chapter what the hell help me ya allah what the HELLLLLL🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ im still losing my mind over it cuz not only is hoon hitting them beyoncè notes in the room when he thinks about yn bro ALSO can’t cum WITHOUT the thought of her😀 pussy so good left his dick non-functional 🤕 (i’m losing my sanity btw cuz now i know when hoon finally gets to hit it again 1) bros gonna be cumming the MOMENT he bottoms out and 2) bros gonna turn INTO beyoncè HERSELF.)

there’s just smth about the way that u wrote hoon being so pathetic and desperate for yn it’s just OOOOOO like it HITS THE SPOT MA’AM 🙏🏼 IT DO IT REALLY DO 🙏🏼 💯that whole chapter had me gripping my sheets. and the moment i finished it i started to literally feel earth’s rotation on heeseung i started seeing frequencies on niki i started hearing shapes like that shit altered my brain’s chemistry i’m telling u bro fr fr wallahi 🙏🏼 ANYWHO going back to the hoon fist fuck event (not really just pathetic hoon himself) i know his ass is gonna be dramatically sliding down the wall while gripping his hair and listening to needy by ariana grande when the gc brings up yn’s hook up with fuma 😭 like i know damn well bros gonna film 3 different sad music videos istg. looking at the camera all sad and shit. “you & i” by one direction but make it park sunghoon version. (also yn posting a very revealing sexy bad bitch hot girl summer ahh story with needed me by rihanna after she knows hoon is down bad diabolically expeditious for her When.) (i NEED sunghoon to rip his hair out at that like it’s not a want it’s a need i need him to lose his mind as payback for him being a sassy mf 😒) (u rlly think u the shit bitch. U NAWT EVEN THE FART 🥱) (i literally have no clue why i have beef with sunghoon rn don’t ask 😭) sunghoon u really fumbled the bag dawg 🤣🫵 pathetic ahh. look where your “snowflakes” and “ur parents never loved yous” got you sunghoon. IN MISERY FOR GOOD PUSSY 🤣🤣🤣🤣🫵🫵🫵 (ik he’s gonna win the bag again soon but let me have my moment) anyways sPEAKING OF FUMA 🙈 now when i tell u… that was so embarrassing. fuma why r u like this like r u not embarrassed. r u not ashamed of urself. do u have no dignity. what’s ur phone number. what’s ur address. what’s ur fav type of flower baby? white chocolate or milk chocolate angel boy? (do they make men like fuma anymore 💔) i’m so so so glad yn has a man like fuma in her life. (he did the bare minimum but he better be the fucking standard especially after that aftercare i’m LOOKING AT YOU BITCHASS SUNGHOON 🫵WITH YOUR BIGASS EGO DAMN😟) i can’t wait to see more fuma & yn (and sunghoon’s desperate jealous ass) like im so seated for all the upcoming events with fuma 🫶🏼🫶🏼 anyways so now let me ask u a serious question haha … 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂how do i become tsuki pls i need heeseung so bad this is not a joke😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂like bro i totally wasn’t punching air at all the tsuki & hee references😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂ion even like hee like that it’s coo😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂(typing this shit with tears in my eyes while looking at my heeseung lockscreen💔) idk what i was expecting when i became a heeseung stan hes a PLAYAAAA🗣️ always whoring around ☹️#Hee4DaStreets ❗️ANYWAYS let’s move on i can always reread poison (masterpiece sent from above) anytime which i will be doing very soon bcs i miss my man 🤕🤕

alright now that that’s out of the way idk what to say other than i love the triplets (the older ones) with yn sm 💔 especially jaeyun bcs him & yn r like this 🤞 fr. and hEESEUNG GOT HIS DICK BITTEN 🤣🤣🫵🫵🫵🫵 that’s what your ass gets for whoring around😒😒😒😒(i’m jk don’t jump me) but anywho jaeyun is just like me. idk how to act around hot Women 🙏🏼 (can’t spell women without W!!) he’s so real he represents me in the story so well. anyways thoughts & prayers for jongseong’s nonexistent dry ahh sex life🙏🏼 (side note: jay baby i’m always just a call away🫶🏼) (and to think that i was calling hee a whore i’m sorry *looks away* 😕)

anywho sending u so so so much love babyyyy !! thank u sm for the consistent updates (and i’m really happy u like my asks as much as i like taking over ur inbox with my yapping 😔🫶🏼) sending u so many hugs & kisses take care of urself angel !!! <333

-⁉️

THERES MY BABY GET YOURSELVES COMFY BC WE ARE IN FOR A RIDE LETS GO 🤭🤭🤭🤍

IM SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED ALL THE RECENT CHAPS AND AS USUAL YOUR REVIEW WILL NEVER NOT MAKE ME GIGGLE AND KICK MY FEET I LOVE AND APPRECIAGE YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭🤍

1.) hoon's fist fuck event was a rollercoaster for us all and i love how i can tell you went from oh... to oh?? to WHAT THE FUCK?? bc that represents most of us very well im aftaid 🤕 and yk i gotta ghallenge that cocky fucker by twking away his ability to last long bc he's gonna cum the SECOND he gets another taste, we're talking face buried in her cunt hands free just humping the air and shit 🥰🥰

2.) AAAH PLS I LOVE HOW YOU NEVER NOT CLOWN CH!HOONIE BC HE DESERVES IT AND YOU ALWAYS EAT 🤥🤥 not the mvs and pathetic crying i love you sm ngl i was a little worried when i got to the fuma part bc i was like wHAT DID I WRITE ??? but then i realised youre just as down bad as we are 🤕 AND IM SORRY FOR GIVING TSUKI A GF THIS TIME I HAD TO MAKE HIM TAKE ONE FOR THE TEAM AND YOU STAN A FLIRTY LIBRA WHORE SO THIS ISNT MY FAULT AT ALL 🤕🤕🤕

3.) i am SO relieved you guys sre enjoying their dynamics and actually know how close jaeyun and y/n are because their bond will be super important for future chaps!!!!

thank you so so so much for this baby, i hope you're taking good care of yourself and know how much i love and appreciate you 🥺🥺🥺 youre the best, my idol and role model ilysm 🤍💓💗💕💞

#; mailbox 📬 #; cold hearts

[seansilv25]

Well, it’s finally been one full year. And to follow up on a post from 6 months ago (goddamn) here’s my tier list of all the visual media I experienced (personal descriptions for anything from the first 6 months can be found on that post)

John Mulaney From Scratch: I actually saw this live on stage instead of seeing him through Netflix for a change. ‘‘Twas a riot

Sonic Frontiers: This game is peak and IT’S TIME TO FACE YOUR FEEEEARRS!!! CAUSE WHEN YOUR TIME HAS COME AND GOOOOOONE!!! (This game is the shit and it got snubbed at the game awards)

Chainsaw Man: I loved it when Denji said “it’s chainsawin’ time” then proceeded to chainsaw the place up. Truly the anime of all time (But really, This was great and Kick Back slaps)

The Boys: Butcher said it best “Fuckin’ diabolical”

Xenoblade Chronicles 3: damn... just damn... (Sena best girl BTW)

Baki: absolutely bat-shit insane. I love it

Shadow the Hedgehog Real-Time Fandub: you ever notice how basically each dub has the main villain freaking out over something Shadow did? And here, Da Devil from Da Bible keeps it going

Werewolf by Night: ok that was just cool

Glitch Techs: Nicktoons... FOR GAMERZ!!!

Dragon Ball Super Broly: animation; spectacular. Story flow; strange. Broly; maximum. Hotel; Trivago

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure All-Star Battle R: cool references, off-feeling physics. Overall, pretty Di Molto

Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special: oh hey, Mantis gets some actual screen time! Neat!

The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent: Nic Cage playing Nic Cage. CAGECEPTION

The Boys Presents Diabolical: not as diabolical, but still neat

Scoobynatural: I’m not counting this as the entirety of Supernatural because it was just this episode. Interesting to say the least

American Psycho: look at that subtle, off-white filmmaking. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my god, it even has a watermark. (Interesting to say the least. Now let’s see Paul Allen’s movie)

Sonic Prime: Doctor Strange 2 except Sonic and better somehow

Johnny Test (Netflix): Y’Know it’s (whipcrack) actually not that (whipcrack) bad a cartoon (whipcrack x2)

Rise of the TMNT Movie: I still prefer the 2012 series, but still cool

Tekken Bloodline: so this is Tekken, huh? Boxy shadows n’ all?

Dragon Ball Z Battle of Gods: honestly the one part I really liked was the “I WILL NOT LET YOU DESTROY MY WOOOOORLD!!!” Part. Sean popped the fuck off there

Black Adam: cool, I suppose (But is it still about drive, still about power? Do we still stay hungry and do we still devour?)

Garfield’s Halloween Adventure: spoopy And decent

Oddballs: alright, but I think we all know James can do better than this

2001 a Space Odyssey: ...sorry, I think my brain left the chat for a moment. What the fuck even happened here?!

Gremlins 2: “Gremlins 2”? More like “Grem-MID 2”

Well, that marks the end of the year. Let’s pray the next one is at least a little better (Mario Movie, HERE WE COME!!!)

Oh, and one last thing: I’m finally getting close to releasing something I’ve had in the works for at least a year now. Stay tuned for the full story (and I do mean “story”)

#tier list #2022 #happy new year

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 290: It’s Touya Time

Previously on BnHA: Iida and Hadou showed up like a couple of Pennsylvanias and Georgias to bail Shouto out at the last minute. Ochako and Toga had an exceptionally strange fight which consisted of Toga being all “guess what Ochako, I used your quirk to murder someone, how do you feel about that”, and Ochako being all “I do not like that”, to which Toga was all “:(”. There was some doll-stealing and some bookcase-yeeting, and then Toga left in tears because Ochako was all adamant that murder has consequences. Anyway so I have absolutely no idea what Toga is thinking now, but I guess we’ll have some time to stew on it, because we ended the chapter by cutting back to the Iida+Hadou+Shouto VS Afomura battle, which was interrupted by Gigantomachia and the LoV showing up like a bunch of Floridas to ruin everyone’s nice day.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi hands the mic over to Dabi and is all “take it away, kid.” Over in Room 315 of Musutafu General, Rei is all “may I please watch some TV” and the hospital staff is all “sure”, and so she tunes in just in time to catch Todoroki Touya’s Peabody Award-winning documentary “Number One Hero, Number One Fraud: The Todoroki Enji Story”, which is being broadcast nationwide courtesy of Skeptic and his magic laptop. Meanwhile in Jakku, Dabi is all “I’M TOUYA, BITCHES”, and Shouto and Enji are all, “(゜◇゜ )”, and Dabi is all, “anyway so just to sum it all up, because of how much of a jerk Endeavor was, I am now Evil.” Everyone continues to be all “(ﾟoﾟ)” except for Dabi, who is all “└(˘▾˘┌ )≡ ( ┐˘▾˘)┘≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛≡┏( ˘▾˘)┓≡┗( ˘▾˘)┛” for pretty much the rest of the chapter. Idk. Just let the man have his fun, guys. He’s waited a long time for this.

y’all I have a confession to make. I am technically not spoiled for this chapter thanks to my robustly paranoid system of spoiler-tag-filtering, which is extensive enough that it pretty much will catch whenever someone so much as breathes something even remotely new-chapter-related. that being said, I like to think that I am capable of making basic logical inferences! and so the fact that for the past 36 hours, my dashboard has pretty much nonstop consisted almost entirely of this...

...has led me to conclude that MAYBE, POSSIBLY, PROBABLY, BUT ALSO DEFINITELY, a certain someone is finally going to reveal his ~secret identity~ woop woop. lmao

anyway so everyone, please remember to act surprised though, as we would not want Dabi’s feelings to be hurt at all. he has been planning this moment for the last decade or so and I wouldn’t want him to feel like all of that effort was for naught. so just play along, okay. OH MY, IF IT ISN’T THE LEAGUE OF VILLAINS’ MYSTERIOUS DABI. WHATEVER COULD HIS ARRIVAL POSSIBLY BE HERALDING, I JUST DON’T KNOW

“Dabi’s Dance” lmao. I’m sticking with Touya Time myself. ngl I had this recap title planned out for at least the past year or so. just waiting for that day to finally come

anyway so some people in some building somewhere are all “TURN OFF THE TV IN ROOM 315” and idk. I’m guessing the LoV is hacking the airwaves to livestream the reveal, as predicted

-- oh shit. UHHHHHHHH

did she always have this TV or did she get it just recently?? jfc of all the times for the hospital staff to finally loosen up

um... so that’s... (・＿・；)

well but I mean, she was gonna find out one way or the other at some point though. like you can’t really just keep her locked up and isolated from all news of the outside world forever and ever and ever. granted, this isn’t exactly the ideal way for her to learn this particular bit of information, but it’s not really ideal for anybody else either! EXCEPT DABI, THAT IS. have yourself a day you funky little terrorist

oh shit what is this?? it’s not live???

over in Jakku, a red-faced, sputtering Dabi makes a frantic grab for Skeptic’s laptop. “WAIT, NO, JESUS, NOT THAT TAPE!”

lol. but seriously Dabi are you even wearing a shirt. like I’m not one to slutshame anyone bro, but it’s just, exactly what type of mood were you looking to set here??

anyway so we really are cutting back to Jakku now, and Gigantomachia is all, “MASTERS”! which, I wonder if he really did use the plural? that’s right Machia, both of them in one place now! that sure is convenient for you huh

lol what is this with all this AFO monologuing. you’re really gonna make me read through this when I’m sitting here all sleep-deprived from election week. JUST GET TO THE TOUYAS. WE WERE PROMISED TOUYAS!!

sigh

“tee hee it’s fucking hilarious how goddamn powerful I am now lol”

alas, in spite of myself I do have two serious takeaways from this. one is that AFO is still controlling most of Tomura’s body behind the scenes, which both does and doesn’t bode well for Tomura (like, at least he’s not dying, but the long-term implications of this for his free will and such certainly are not Good). and two is that this confirms that Ujiko did give Tomura at least one powerful mutant quirk, which explains why he was still so deadly and indestructible even when Aizawa was using Erasure on him (since Erasure doesn’t work on mutant quirks, just emitter and transformation ones)

MEANWHILE ON TODAY’S EPISODE OF “TODOROKI SHOUTO’S TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD LIFE”

I like how he doesn’t actually say that he can’t take on Gigantomachia. just that he can’t take on him and Afomura at the same time. that’s confidence, baby. that right there is why you always draft Todoroki Shouto in the first round for your fantasy team

HADOU!!!!

OOOH, TOMURA’S ALL “MAN, THIS GIRL’S WAVE POWERS AND THIS KID’S ICE POWERS ARE A SUPER-STRONG COMBO DAGNABBIT.” YESSS I LIKE THAT, TELL ME MORE ABOUT HOW COOL AND POWERFUL THEY ARE

HOT DAMN LOOK AT THAT

um but not to take away from this exceptionally cool moment or anything, but why is Endeavor dying and shouting “RUN” down there in the corner um

oh

excuse me. not to take away from How Bad This All Is, but!!

just a little, smol, IidaBaku for everyone. Iida, who apparently doesn’t know a damn thing about first aid and is all, “hmm that’s a pretty bad-looking puncture wound he has in his left shoulder there, I think I’ll just let his arm dangle freely like that and I won’t bother taking off his heavy gauntlets either. I mean. he’ll be fine, probably.” smh. at least Shouto probably cauterized the wounds

EXCUSE ME WHAT

TIME FOR MORE OF THAT GOOD OLD FASHIONED SHOUNEN RIDICULOUSNESS I GUESS LMAO. KACCHAN YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO. THERE IS A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO, AND YOU LOST LIKE FOUR GALLONS OF BLOOD, BUT SURE. “PUT ME DOWN” HE SAYS. FIRST OF ALL, PUTTING ASIDE THE FACT THAT YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD NOT BE CONSCIOUS, THE FUCK ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO DO, LIE DOWN AT THEM?? LISTEN, YOU SWEET IDIOT. TAKE HEED, BELOVED DUMBASS!!

ah well. I guess he gets to watch the Touya Show now too then lol

LMAOOOO now Machia’s lifting Tomura carefully in his palm like a broken action figure and Spinner is all “THE FUCK, YOU LOOK LIKE DEATH WARMED OVER”

“oh hey there Spinner. well let’s see, I woke up from my three-month coma and destroyed a city, had my body incinerated, and am currently being possessed by a diabolically evil potato. but please, tell me more about everything you've been through”

AW YISS AND THE FOCUS NOW SHIFTS TO THE TODOROKIS. EVERYTHING IS PROCEEDING EXACTLY AS WE HAVE FORESEEN

Endeavor my dude. it’s as if you want to die here. also holy shit, that bit about his lungs definitely does not bode well for him either

MOTHERFUCKER

GO AHEAD AND SIGN YOUR OWN DEATH CERTIFICATE, WHY DON’T YOU!! FLAGS UPON FLAGS. JESUS CHRIST

meanwhile Dabi’s just waving at ‘em

lmaoooo please oh please Caleb please keep this ‘EYYYYYYY’, it’s fucking perfect kdlshk;hg

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

(ETA: so as you will see very shortly, I completely missed this detail in my first read-through because I was so anxious to get to the reveal page, but THIS MOTHERFUCKER LITERALLY DOUSED HIMSELF WITH INSTANT HAIR DYE REMOVER THAT HE’S JUST BEEN CARRYING AROUND IN A LITTLE HIP POUCH APPRENTLY SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME. MOTHERFUCKER. I HAVE NO WORDS.)

IS THIS THE TIME. IS THIS THE MOMENT?! HERE IT COMES SLKFHS BRACE YERSELVES LADS

EYYYYYYYYYYYY

OKAY EVERYONE JUST LIKE WE PRACTICED!! SURPRISED FACES ON THREE! ONE... TWO... (•̪ o •̪) !! okay how was that

LMAO ENDEAVOR

at least Shouto looks properly stunned. Enji just looks like endeavor.exe just straight up stopped working

meanwhile Deku’s out here trying to do the math on this latest surprise family reveal! first Tomura is related to Nana, and now this. what’s next. who are you related to, Spinner. he rips off his boots to reveal engine legs and declares himself Iida’s long-lost uncle

oh shit Touya

it’s as if a million fanworks suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly jossed. who knew that all this time he was secretly sporting a crop top scar

also, THIRTY?! holy shit son you been busy

la la la two-page spread of Touya casually driving the dagger into Endeavor’s hero career and rocking the foundations of hero society as we know it la la la

la la la!!!

OH IS THAT THE END OF THE STORY THEN

almost got confused for a sec. there’s two monologues happening at once here. Endeavor doesn’t even know that his dirty laundry is being aired out nation-wide as we speak ffffff

btw while I appreciate the close-ups of Enji and Shouto here for sure, ngl I would also really love to see everyone else’s reactions right now. SHOW ME BAKUGOU AND THE LOV YOU COWARDS

is his hair actually turning white all of a sudden?? your hair dye just reacts on command??

(ETA: in all seriousness though, the hell kind of hair dye was he using? all he has to do is pour a bottle of that stuff and not even lather it in and it’s just gone just like that?? what the fuck would have have done if it ever rained lmao.

and this motherfucker just goes and leaves the dye remover in afterwards, too. I have never dyed my hair in my life and even I can tell you that’s probably not a good idea, Dabi.)

is this it. is this the legendary Dabi Dance in action. lmfao

oh hey what the fuck

so you figured you’d just murder your innocent younger brother to get revenge on dad, huh. well that’s nice

is that really all there is to the origin story though?? feels like we’re still missing a huge chunk of it. what was it that finally sent him over the edge? or was the trauma of being created as Endeavor’s perfect little hero tool and then being subsequently rejected by him enough on its own? because I’m still kind of confused on the part where he goes from “abused and discarded by his father” to “killed thirty people and was plotting the murder of his own brother” to tell you the truth

(ETA: lmao the initial fandom reaction to this did not disappoint. listen guys. people can be traumatized and shaped by awful circumstances that are completely out of their control, and grow up to be people they wouldn’t have grown up to be if things had been better, and all of that absolutely sucks, but. it doesn’t mean they get a get-out-of-jail-free card for all of their future actions, either! the tragedy of this situation is that terrible things happened to Touya, and he then went on to do terrible things himself. the tragedy of it is that this is exactly how the cycle of abuse keeps repeating itself on and on and on. maybe one of the people Dabi killed had a child who will now grow up traumatized themselves, and potentially go on to pay it forward themselves when they grow up. the tragedy is that the eye-for-an-eye justice that Touya is seeking out won’t actually make anything better in the end. the tragedy is that we understand why Touya is so angry, but that anger has basically warped him into the gleefully sadistic dancing figure we see in this chapter who has stopped caring about anyone else’s pain or suffering and just wants his own revenge.

anyway. basically what I’m trying to say is that it’s possible for the concepts of “Todoroki Touya was an innocent child and a victim of abuse” and “Dabi is a grown-ass motherfucking adult who killed thirty people and PROBABLY NEEDS TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR THAT” to coexist lol. like, y’all wanted your moral grey, well HERE YOU GO lmao, eat up.)

lol but LOOK AT THAT BOY DANCE HIS LITTLE HEART OUT though

Todoroki Touya confirmed not a fan of the Endeavor redemption arc huh. well we all saw this coming lols

anyways here’s a sexy Touya for y’all

you really are the most theatrical bitch I s2g lmao

also for real though, what is happening with his hair? anime team in shambles here. they’re probably just gonna double down and keep it red. too bad though cuz this is a surprisingly good look on him

SO MANY CLOSE-UPS OF THE TODOROKI FACES

friendly reminder that Dabi without a doubt REHEARSED this speech like a thousand fucking times. LET US FALL TOGETHER!! COME DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL. apparently if you fake your own death in middle school you will never mentally age past that point and will remain a permanent chuuni

OH LMAO THAT’S THE END

we really just gonna end on “DANCE WITH YOUR SON IN HELL”, huh. very well then. you know what song to play, Horikoshi. one, two... YOU ARE MY DAD. YOU’RE MY DAD!! BOOGIE WOOGIE WOOGIE

#bnha 290 #dabi #todoroki touya #todoroki enji #todoroki shouto #todoroki rei #bakugou katsuki #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

[moon-caramel]

Sweet pain | I.M. Changkyun

⚘ One Shot 

→ Pairing: Changkyun x reader ♀

→ Summary: after a time inaction you send Changkyun a tempting photo, and he would show you how much he had missed your body

→ Gendre: Boyfriend au. // Smut ♔ 

→ Warnings: Dom!Changkyun, whiny!Kyun if you squint, sir kink, dirty talk, overstimulation, oral (fem), pussy slapping, Changkyun being a sadist for placer i guess,

→ Word count: 2,6 k

The smell of the vainilla and soft caramel cover your skin, body shaved, soft and tempting. It’s been over a month since you and Changkyun were intimate, we was too busy working on the comeback, but tonight you had everything planned, Kihyun will send Changkyun early for some rest as he promise you, you bought scented candles some new sexy lingerie that made your breast irresistible.

The buzz of your phone notified a message, you bite your lip instinctively when you see is from Changkyun.

Kyunnie♡: they released me early, going home to you baby ( ° 3°) 

You: i'll be waiting ♡

Yes! you thank mentally to Kihyun, looking yourself in the mirror to adjust the black lingerie that marked your curves, just thinking about Changkyun reaction, his hand squeezing your ass, hugging your breast, it got yourself aroused of the thought. You decide to send Changkyun some sample of what was waiting for him.

You: btw I got your favorite [attached photo]

It was selfie showing your body, thighs to your collarbone, one of your finger playing with the hem of your bralette pulling down to show a little of your nipple, the mirror behind you reflect your ass, he didn't respond immediately and it’s getting you nervous, the sound of your phone made you jump, knocking you off your thoughts

Kyunnie♡: fuuuuck! you getting very naughty little girl

Kyunnie♡: you know is a danger sending a picture like that

You: sorry, couldn't help it ;P

Kynnie♡: ok, wait for me in the door

You: yes sir

(this girl is going to be the death of me, Changkyun thought)

You waited in front of the door like he told you, existed for Changkyun to arrive, maybe you got ahead to send that picture but thanks to it you knew he was going to take you in the minute he cross the door, the heat on your core began to grow, the door opens and Changkyun close it as soon he walk to you, planting a passionate kiss on your lips, he hold your head turning it to the side, his other hand wanders trew your waist, hips and your ass, squeezing one cheek strong enough to make you gasp, he slap it then.

“Fuuck, Changkyun” your body was already sensitive thanks to all the waiting.

“Did you know…” he pressed a short kiss on you “that picture…” he said leaving kissed by your jaw to your ear “got me fucking hard immediately”

“Did it?” you tease him

He grabs your wrist, guiding your hand down to his crotch, he wasn't completely hard, but you could feel the boner growing, especially with your touch

“what do you think ?” he said while he passed to lick your earlobe

Right now you feel like a melting mess, you want Changkyun to take you and you are completely willing to do anything he ask 

“Changkyun, i need you”

He waist no time, you yelp when he carries you to the bedroom were left a pretty and sensual scene in it, the space is illuminated by the warm color of the electric candles. 

He drops you in the bed and cover you with his body after taking off his clothes, Changkyun is on top of you in jeans only, leaving soaked kissed in your chest, when he goes down to your tummy you could feel the wet fabric on your panties thinking of what is coming.

He start stroking your cover pussy, pushing lightly a finger to your entry, you were start to moaning, rocking your hips up to make more friction, Changkyun smirk diabolic watching your movement, trying to ride his finger when he just barely touch you.

“mm.. my pretty baby is so eager”

“yes, Kyunnie please, I need you.. badly”

“mm…” Changkyun took his time to answer you, looking around the room and your body cover y the new lingerie “you've work hard for this night don't you?”

“I've missed you baby”

“such a good girl, i should reward you” he he moves the fabric that cover your pussy, thrusting one of his fingers, you star whimper once he moves outside and inside, massaging your walls.

Before your body could be cover by that electric feeling forming in your core Changkyun pulls out his finger, you moan for the lost looking at him.

“But, you've been pretty naughty right?”

You are confused by this words you can only shake your head denied them.

“You send me that picture to tease me right? wearing this new lingerie that barely covers you” you nodd

“I bet Kihyun send me home early because you ask him... right?” FUCK you nodd again “you're so greedy baby” he mock you

“Should I reward or punish you?..” of course he would find a way to turn all of this on his benedict, he keeps your eyes looked on you “maybe both” 

He pull your panties off, so happy to see the a juicy thread connecting the fabric and your core.

He runs his tongue in the space of your folds, savoring the liquid that collects in it

“fuck baby you taste so good, I love how wet you get for me”

He separates your legs to the sides, and thrust two fingers back inside you forceful reaching your g-spot making you shriek, the heat in your core grows boiling your blood, your walls squeezing around Changkyun’s fingers, still they move strongly your walls are so wet, they feel like silk to him.

You weren’t thinking straight, your brain was getting shut down, you move your hand down to your clit instinctively, Changkyun slap your hand away, finger still moving inside you faster this time, he slap your clit and your body react jumping a little.

“My Kitten, you don't want to be selfish..” he gives you clit one more slap “I did told you I'll reward you, you don’t need to be a brat” 

“I’m s-sorry…” he did say he will reward you, also to punish you, you need to be his good girl as much as he wants “I’m really sorry sir” lucky for you, you knew how to do it.

You wanted to smile once you see him biting his lips, but you represt it, that will only bring you more trouble. He presses his thumb in your clit careful.

“This is your only warning kitten, you are not allowed to touch yourself or me” You nodd not wanting to bring any trouble to you

He spread his fingers in a V shape, joining them when he pulls them outside, and forming a V shape again when their inside stretching your cunt. His lips are on your swollen clit, kissing it softly the tip of his tongue comes to lick it in occasions, you're hand grabbing the sheets while your ride Changkyun fingers as his face, the only way you managed to breathe is threw your crying moans you feel the knot in your stomach wanting to burst

“Cha’angkyun, I im cooming” you wail

He kept his step steady, bringing more friction in your clit suckin it, he feels your walls to clench around, bringing your ormgasm, your grab the sheet tighter turning your knuckles white, he let you ride your orgasm in his finger and leaves your clit to let it breathe, keeping his finger inside you when you you're done he opens them once again while your walls are throbbing, the action made you weep.

He was so focused in your open pussy, watching your glistening juice of your cum, dripping in your entrance, so hungry and hypnotized by it, once you catch your breath you see him, he's eyes are darker than you seen, black like an predator looking at its prey.

“Fuck, you should see how wet you are” 

“Don’t sa-ay stuff like that” you could feel the red in your cheeks

“why not?... don't you like when I make you come?

“yes.. but it’s embarrassing, from where you're looking I guess” 

“mm.. you know sir loves your tight pussy” You can see his wry smile, coming to suck all the cum around your sex.

You are still sensitive of your past orgasm, so the small action make your back arch pressing your head to the mattress, then his tongue comes to your inside, fuck, you could feel the wet muscle licing your walls that were making you moan, you could feel the heat in your body coming back. 

“Si- sir!, I g-nna combh” your words are cut by the second orgasm you feel, growling out your pleasure

Your walls tumbling at Changkyun tongue made him harder, he had misses you as much you missed him, misses how he could make your body jitter, to ruin you for days, that your pussy will throb as just the thought of what he did.

He gives your cunt a break for the moment, you can't really react, or think clearly, he places himself on top of you again, caressing your skin, leaving a hot feeling around he places he touch, his head goes down to kiss you, you're still weak, but you manage to follow his kiss, letting his tongue inside you, you can clearly feel the cream of your cum, you can even smell you. 

“are you enjoying yourself kitten” he coos and you nodd “do you want to continue” he places his hand on your pussy, enjoying feeling it still pulsing.

“I.. I don’t know If a can” 

“I know you can” he kept his lips close to yours “you work so hard for this night” he goes leaving small pecks in your lips, jaw and neck “and I want to feel good to” he pound 

⚘ Honestly this man gives a puppy face, you don't know what dominates you more, his dom side or that puppy face ⚘

“You can take one more time baby, do it for your sir”

“I’ll try”

“good, now be a good girl and get on top me”

“wha-at?” 

“well baby I worked hard for you, you can do it for me right?” This fucker

After helping you turn on top of him, you line your core to his shaft, already hard and venty, he probably was this hard since your first orgasm, but you don't think to much about it.

All the work in your pussy leave you wet and stretch for him, but it's for your body you fear, Your waist is still in a lull while and your legs are numb.

But not of that matter, the only thing you feel cleary is the heat on your core crying for being filled, as you go down, Changkyun cock is spreading your sensitive walls, he grabs each side of your waist pulling you, once you finally reach to the end, you can feel the pubic hair in your skin.

He keeps his eyes on you, you look adorable, how hard you are trying to adjust to the fill of his length, how the sweat makes your skin glow with the dimmed lights, he wants to keep you like that to admire you more.

But after enjoying you moaning he wants more, he moves his hips up, making you jump on him

“c'mon baby, I want to feel you” 

You move your body, your sensitive crying is all that keep you breathing, Changkyun place his hands behind his head, getting comfortable to see you, moving your hips.

“You are doing so well baby”

The praise helps you keep the pace, you are in the edge just about to see the stars for the third time you just need a little more, you are tempted to move your hand to your clit but you remember Changkyun's rule of touching you, you know you only option is to beg

“”Chaa-kyun.. daddy please”

“mm what is it baby”

“Plea’se touch me” His hand comes to tease your inner thigh 

“Like this?” You can only shaking your head, begging him to for more “But baby you're already too sensitive, you really want me to ruin you?”

“Yes!..” you whine

“Then said it baby, I want to hear you begging”

You breathe, catching some air to help you speak “Sir, ple-ase, t-touch me, I want you to ruin me” 

After hearing those sweet word for him, he places his thumb in your swollen clit, the new sensation makes your inside cry, you can barely move correctly.

Changkyun grabs your hip with his other hand, helping you move, you are already about to cry, but he feel the blood in him boiling, fuck he can no longer hold this any longer.

You're are moving to slow, he turns you around now on top of you, before you could say something or complain about your lost orgasm, without warning he push himself deeper inside you.

Ramming inside you, you will be too sore tomorrow but it's the least of your thought, right know the feeling of Changkyun cock moving inside and out of your is the only you want to feel, a pleasant pain that punish you.

And just like that your third orgasm comes to life, your cry doesn't last long but but your body keep shaking. Changkyun slow down but the scene of you does little to help him stay calm

“Baby..” he goes quietly to your face, careful with his touch he cup your face with one hand, the other helping supporting him on top you.

“you did so well ____, I'm so proud baby” his praise help you calm down, with pecks in your lips as reward “I need to come, will you be okay if I do it inside?”

You can feel his member pulsing inside, communicating with your walls, you are sure you can hold some strokes, you can do it for him.

“I'm sure I can take it”

“that’s my girl”

He start a slow pace, making sure to not cause pain for you, his hand comes to your back, removing your bralette and your breasts comes free, he enjoy squishing them softly.

he goes sucking the skin around one nipple leaving soft colors of pink in them. Tomorrow you will look at them fondly.

His movements inside you become faster, he keep trying to be calm, although you appreciate the care he's giving, you really are eager for him.

“Changkyun” his eyes focus on you, while he suck your other breast “You can.. move faster if you want”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded, and he set to kiss you, you can feel his smile in the kiss, he start moving with no hesitation, pulling himself inside and out of you faster, the sound of the skin slapping grows. 

In a few seconds Changkyun growls deeply in the space of your neck, filling you with his cum, pushing every drop inside you.

After you both manage to calm your breathing, he pulled himself out carefully from you but the shift still make you sob. He fix the hair in your face.

“You are amazing baby girl” he keeps giving you small pecks

“You now I will be sore tomorrow”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you, how about I make you bath?”

“I would like that” 

After a long kiss, he put on a sweatpants, and prepare you a warm bath.

→ a/n: I feel this took to long and I'm sorry for that, a funny fact is I had to rewrite this request cuz the first version didn't work // I have this problem that I either want to dominate changkyun or want him to be the dom

Ⓒ mooncaramel 2020 , all rights reserved, Do not copy/translate/repost , 

thank you for the support ♡!

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[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 12.10.20 lb

gosh after watching rrahul be a hunka burning love in twisted, to see him like this?????

agony. AGONYYYYYYYYY.

red suit, yellow wallet. only missing blue shoes. 🤡🤡🤡

LET THIS DUDE SMILE MOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. SUCH NICE SMILEY FACE HE HASSSSSSSS.

anyway, repeat of yest's last scene with the watch. fwding.

SEJAL YOU DUMB AF WHY DIDN'T YOU MAKE NOISE?!?!!? YOU CAN STILLL MAKE GENERAL GRUNTING NOISES EVEN IF YOUR MOUTH IS BOUND!??!!?!?!?!?!

this idiot is going and fighting with saasumaa. godddddddd, sis.

tbh, i relate with this mummyji the most. i am also totally done with riddhima's dumb ass.

these two legit fighting like siblings and are threatening each other ki papa ko ghar aane do, main SABBBBBBBBBBBBB bata doongi. papa being vansh here. god, what an unenviable position he's in.

this one is sure of the sheer power of heterosexuality that vansh will take her side only. uh huh, ok. never does trusting a cishet man work out well, but ok, try it out sis.

it's honestly so fucking hard to be on riddhima's side for this, coz she's just being such a goddamn asshole about outing anupriya's secret. like this is literallllllllllly none of anyone else's business?

i want vansh to brush this news off with “pshhhhh, i knew. i always knew. i just dgaf about's mom's past coz it's really none of my business.” just to see riddhima eat crow.

mom's like jo hota hai, karle. bhaad mein jaao tum aur tumhari ainvayi ki dhamki. #teamMummy

LE. PAPLU TAPLU KA NAYA PLAN. COPPER SULPHATE SOLUTION SYRINGE MEIN BHARKE USKO TRUTH SERUM BOL RAHEIN HAIN. YAAAAAAAAR, KOI TOH INHE ROK LO. BEWAKOOFI PE BEWAKOOOFI KARTE JAA RAHEIN HAIN AUR HUMKO BAITHKE DEKHNA PAD RAHA HAI.

random dadi and riddhima filler scene. pass.

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SEJAL WENT MISSING IN THE TIME THESE TWO WERE HAVING THEIR SIDEBAR ABOUT THE TRUTH SERUM. 

hahahahahahahahaha i'm really enjoying these two dumbasses panicking.

yissssssssss, kabir time. love watching his deranged ass more than anything else in this stupid show.

HE'S CALLING TO ASK WHAT COLOUR ROSES SHE LIKES. DUDE. WEREN'T YOU SUPP TO BE HOME BY NOW??????

she's like bitch just get your ass back home i can't deal with your crazyass fam alone for one more second. haaaaaaye, oberois ki yaad aa gayiiii. :')))))

“bas raaste mein hoon.”

WHY THE FUCK DID YOU ASK HER WHAT SHE WANTS WHEN YOU ALREADY BOUGHT ALL THREE COLOURS???? THE FUCK YOU GONNA DO WITH THE OTHER TWO BOUQUETS??? THROW THEM AWAY??????????????

and now he's standing here and soliloquizing about the damn roses like he’s doing a one man shakespeare in the park. ouffffffffffffffffffff.

ALSO IF YOU ALREADY DECIDED KI KAUNSE DENE HAIN, THEN WHY DID YOU CALL AND ASK AND RUIN THE SURPRISE FOR HER?????? MAN EVERY CHARACTER IN THIS SHOW IS A FEW CARDS SHORT OF A DECK.

this room looks like what the inside of my mind would look like if i dropped acid instead of taking my regular antidepressant. dark and gloomyass fug central.

blah blah blah blah ainvayi ka talking out loud. i don't care. fwding to the action.

HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK BEHEN THIS AINT GANGS OF WASSEYPUR THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

unnecessary side note: i wish my titties were small enough to wear cute backless things like these. NOPE. need a whole heavy duty setup at all times. ugh.

yes, back to my fav. nutjob.

lol i really enjoy how casually he's asking her shit with electrocution waale wires in his hand.

literally no one else in this show can act like this with just their eyes, and that's why i like watching him the most.

ASDJKLASDLASDJLSAKDJLASKJDLSKJLKJ RIDDHIMA YOU CRAZYASS BITCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

lol sejal has high hopes from her dumber-than-a-slice-of-bread bff.

kabir's perma-1000%-done-with-your-shit face is The Mood for 2020.

hey you guys hear that popping sound?!??! don’t worry, it was just that sejal ke suhaane sapne ka bulbula phoot gaya.

suhaagan cannot bear to be touched by paraaya mard. but it's not like she's getting touched by her sagaa mard either, so.......

OHNOEEEEEEEE RED VELVET HUSBAND IS BACK.

riddhima's one dormant brain cell has finally awakened. i'm sure it's just doing karwats in aadhi-neend, but thoda sa toh jaaga.

but also, NO RIDDHIMA. YOU'RE NOT AT ALLLLLLLLLLL WORTHY OF TRUST. BITCH YOU SLEEPING WITH THE ENEMY. LITERALLY. LIKE FULLON DEEP REM CYCLE GHODE BECH KE SLEEPING.

yeah ok your girl friendship is very awwwwwwwwww-worthy and all, but i'm less sympathetic to it coz you two are a buncha goddamn idiots.

kabir trying last ditch effort to pin this on vansh but majaaal hai jo dharampatni apne parmeshwar ke khilaaf ek lafz bhi sune. i don't really blame kabir for wanting to off riddhima. very irritating and party badloo she is.

this fool taking baby steps like govinda in deewana mastana.

wait i know those basicasssssss tattoos. that's not vansh.

yup. this bitch.

hein???? the scene just ended randomly with riddhima finishing her piece and leaving. toh what room did aryan enter??? THIS SHOW IS SO FUCKING RANDOM. THIS IS NOT HOW YOU JUST INSERT AND END SCENES.

these losers i literally dgaf about anymore.

“pati ke bina patni adhoori hai havan mein.” oh literally fuckkkkkkkkkk off with this bs, pandit.

WHAT NONSENSE; IF HE'S REACHING NOW, THEN WHO THE FUCK WAS WEARING THOSE SAME PANTS AND WALKING AROUND???? THERE'S MORE THAN ONE OF THEM UGLYASS PANTS IN THIS FAMILY????? OFFFFFFFFF TO FASHION JAIL WITH ALL OF YOU RAISINGHANIAS!!!!!!!

btw is their last name raisinghania or just singhania?? coz kabir said “singhania family”. also the mansion is named VR, which is i guess for Vansh Rai? which is a weird way to split the name???? i have so many questions about this show i don't really care to find answers for.

yikes what is this dumbassery? this a body double? doesn’t look like it?!?!

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DUMBASS SEJAL ELECTROCUTED HERSELFFFFFFFFF HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

kabir is a better person than i am, coz i would really be too busy lmao to help her out.

oh ho, april fool banaaya.

this dude still maaring entriyaan like he has been for more than 3/4th the episode now.

omfggggggggggggggg wth mummy ji.

ASDJFKSDJSFKDSKJFDKSSDKJ WHY DOES HE YELL LIKE THIS?!?!?!?!!?!? IT LOOKS FUCKING INSANE. HE DID IT IN THAT SCENE WHERE RIDDHIMA HAD JUST DONE THAT WALK OF FIRE TOO. IT'S JUST SUCH BAD ACTING?!?!?!!?!? STOP DIRECTING MY MAN LIKE THIS, YOU FUCKS. I KNOW FOR A FACT NOW THAT HE CAN ACT DECENTLY.

also lmao the way he's holding the bouquet.

OH GOD THE RUNNING. EVEN WORSE. i really don't understand why this show is doing him so dirty.

also bechaara abhi abhi covid se recover hua hai, stop making him run around like this!!!

the yelling at aryan to get the first aid kit was his normal voice.

idhar inka WWE still chalu.

how'd the copper sulphate syringe make it to into this one's hands????

anyway whatever, sweet dreams, stupid sejal. your brain activity levels are pretty much the same whether you're awake or asleep, so, no big loss here.

this mummy legit evil haan. like i could overlook a lot of things, but this shit was downright diabolical.

panditji, the smartest one here, nopes the fuck out asap.

lmao he's telling her to mooh bandh rakho so rudely. a lil politeness for a person who just fell down the stairs would be nice, vansh. also maybe don't crush her in a bearhug like this until you know no other bones are broken?

vansh:

um why the fuckkkkkkkkkk is kabir walking around here all khullam khulla????? you coulda just left with sejal????

lo. aa vansh, mujhe maar ho gaya yeh toh.

#ishq mein marjawan 2 #immj2 #immj2 lbs #episode liveblogs

[yaz-the-spaz]

What are your theories about this pr*gnan*y? You think they will fake a miscarriage, that G*gi's a surrogate or she will fake having a baby bump and then we will never have news about this b**y?

Anon #2: do you think quarantine made it easier for them to do babygate, which is why they’re pushing it now, or do you think it was already planned for this month / date? what do you think?

putting my answer under the cut for reasons*

i’ve said it before in tags but yeah, as absolutely shitty and diabolical as it sounds, a miscarriage is basically the only realistic way i see this playing out for her cause it just does not make any level of sense for her to blow up her entire modeling career right at its height and saddle herself with a whole child i.e. a whole 18-year commitment THIS young and with a man she can barely even maintain a stable relationship with no less (and had also only just gotten back together with - for the 678th time lol - around the supposed conception date), while also risking her own health and her baby’s health (given her supposed hashimoto's disease which would make this both a miracle pregnancy and a high-risk pregnancy, ripe with the threat of a multitude of dangerous complications) all for A LITTLE extra attention.

and while i think there’s a possibility it may have already been planned for sometime around this period, i absolutely think quarantine made it easier for them to do this right now b/c they’re able take huge advantage of the fact that this is a time where no one can really confirm anything outside of family for a good long while, so there’s less opportunity to invite questions and speculation since there’s no one else really seeing her that would be able to go and say well she definitely didn’t look pregnant when i saw her, or to let something slip about how she was doing stuff that a 5-month pregnant woman - esp a high risk pregnant woman - should not be doing (nvm that she slipped up all on her own by posting shit of herself riding horses, and drinking wine and coffee and her stomach looking flat af in the weeks prior to this announcement lmao) but the fact remains they can very easily keep everything locked up tight within the family, where the story and any others details or pics and vids that are released can be very much controlled

also news is fairly slow rn and everyone is literally just sitting at home with not much else to do THAN watch the news (for updates of this virus situation mostly ofc, but it also kind of forces a wider audience that maybe wouldn’t normally see it/pay attention to it to now be inundated with announcements of it whenever they go to check into the news) so in terms of making a huge splash this is probably literally the BEST time in actual modern history that they could have conceivably done this because it is one of the only big things/news items going on for ppl to talk about rn outside of the pandemic

tl;dr - b/c as usual this got way long but anyway all that said, the short of it is that the only way i can really realistically see this playing out in a way that makes sense for her, as shitty as it may sound, is that they're trying to make a huge splash/huge deal out of the fake pregnancy news, which they’re gonna milk for as long they can while playing around with camera angles and clothes, and take advantage of this quarantine where no one can really confirm outside of family for a good long while and where the story and surrounding “evidence” can be easily controlled, and then claim she had a miscarriage or something (or maybe just complications that resulted in the loss of the baby) due to her hashimoto’s disease to make an even BIGGER splash from the ensuing sob story

again, its SUPER fucked up but it's the only thing that makes sense cause i really cannot see her destroying her career and foreseeable future over all this just to get a little more attention. alternatively there’s the possibility that she is pregnant (but just not by zayn obviously lol) and has just been extremely reckless and unsafe during this pregnancy in her hobbies and eating/drinking habits, and therefore this baby is severely underweight and that’s why she’s barely showing at 5 months and doing things that she should really not be doing, esp this far along into what should be a high-risk pregnancy if she does in fact have hashimoto’s and that was not just a giant lie too to cover up her alleged drug use and fluctuating weight...but again, given that she was just at the height of her modeling career and presumably still has a fair bit of opportunities that she would lose out on by getting pregnant and taking on the responsibility of raising a child right now, i would think she would do everything in her power to avoid getting pregnant (or going through with the pregnancy once she found out she was) and bury the story. not shout it from the rooftops as loud as she can and create a whole narrative around starting a family with a man that just last year she made out to be “too unstable” to even maintain a two-person relationship but is suddenly stable enough to raise a whole child???

a man who btw has literally not said A WORD about any of this, and whose family i’m pretty certain have also not said A WORD about it publicly. a man who has has not been "present" for his gf’s or any of the hadid family members "announcements" about it either and like...in what world is that normal lol? like first off in what world is someone who's being painted as such a happy/proud boyfriend and father-to-be NOT there with his gf and/or her family for the announcements being made about his own soon to be family lol? and second of all, and biggest of all, IN WHAT WORLD WOULD THE BABY-LOVING CLOSE-KNIT AF MALIK FAMILY NOT BE LOSING THEIR MINDS WITH OVER THE TOP JOY AND PRAISE AND EXCITEMENT OVER A NEW ADDITION TO THE FAMILY (if it was real lol) FROM THEIR BIGGEST PRIDE AND JOY ZAYN??????

and moreover, i’ve said this before also and i will say it again as many time as i need to, but why is no one seeing how weird it is that so many members of a boyband have babies by women they're not married to?? when THE FUCK has it been normal for so many members of a boyband to have kids before the age of 30 and NONE OF THEM BE MARRIED TO THE ACTUAL MOTHER OF THEIR CHILD???? like i know the people behind the scenes are trying their absolute hardest to make that seem normal and like it's just the millennial way or whatever but THAT IS NOT FUCKING NORMAL

#asks #anons #tagging this as #ziam #because honestly these are some of the biggest red flags for me as to why ziam remains real if there ever was any lol #you shouldn’t have to put this much work in to make a pregnancy make sense #and the only reason i can think of for why someone would feel the need to jump through this many hoops #is because there really IS something there to cover up #and ppl aren’t buying your bullshit #so you’re trying your damndest to distract from the giant gay elephant(s) in the room #while taking the added bonus opportunity to milk the ensuing attention for all its worth #anyway #z*gi #babygate 3.0 #my thoughts #(*reasons primarily being that just in case antis are still monitoring my blog #they will literally have to do extra work just see this #and can't claim they just 'happened' upon it lol)

[narkinafive]

thots on the responses to this post but i wanted to start fresh

the best thing about fiction is how carefully you can control it. every detail has a greater meaning, including death, and if you can assign a meaning to a death, which is so often meaningless, then all the better. sw is really good about assigning meaning to deaths, usually, building up to them and then dealing with the fallout. sw generally follows a specific pattern--most often the hero’s journey as laid out by joseph campbell--and one of the steps in that pattern is the death of the mentor (obi wan for luke, ahsoka or kanan for ezra, luke for rey). in sw, that Death pushes the protag into a character breaking moment, which tests the strength of their heroic resolve

with regard to the prequels, the pt is patterned off of greek tragedy, which has its own set of steps. literary tragedies are built on characters being destroyed by their own mistakes. in this sense, Death is a sentence passed onto the “guilty” (please note that i am NOT arguing the jedi deserved to be wiped out). it’s not a total downer ending, however, because we the audience can watch luke and leia be adopted by their families and know that, eventually, all of this horror will be ended. padme, the jedi, the republic and separatists, and everyone victimized by the sith will eventually have justice when luke inspires anakin to kill the emperor.

so where does that leave us with order 66 survivors?* you can explain away various absences from the ot with “oh they were hiding” or “oh they were just doing somethign else that day,” but as @gffa points out, if you present yourself as a jedi under the reign of the empire, you are literally painting a giant, flashing target on your back, and while the empire may be incompetent, the Single most efficient branch of the empire is apparently their secret psychic police (which... that’s a whole other post right there) as they can find cal kestis, who barely slowed prauf’s fall, within a literal day. so if the ot operates under the rules of the hero’s journey, and the pt operates under greek tragedy, then the intra-rots/anh period operates under the rules of dystopia, a set of rules which are, admittedly, much more free-ranging. 

but i think we can all agree that a dystopia needs a boogeyman. vader is that boogeyman, bar none; the guy is a nigh unstoppable one-man war machine who literally has no other purpose than fulfilling his master’s diabolical commands. you can’t reason with him, you can’t escape him, and you can’t defeat him. this is why vader is used so sparingly in swr, bc you can’t have your all powerful, fear-inducing boogeyman defeated by a scrappy group of kids every week, bc it vastly reduces his effectiveness, both in-universe as an enforcer, and out-of-universe, as someone who raises the emotional stakes through the fucking roof. so far i think sw has done a pretty good job of making sure that the heroes manage to escape only by luck or someone else’s incompetence, but... i, personally, would like to see a different outcome. 

wrt luke, the presence of order 66 survivors doesn’t have to take away from his achievements. i think someone like cere junda surviving, cut off from the force as she is, could make for a really interesting story if she ever met luke in canon (and, well, he’s gotta get that idea from somewhere, right). i’m not even that beholden to yoda’s line “when gone am i the last of the jedi you will be” (despite what it looks like). imo the mounting number of survivors, rather than detracting from luke himself, detract from the clean slate that the prequels give us. again, i am the jedi order’s number one stan, but they allowed palpatine and the empire to rise; hell, they contributed to it. the old jedi order failed, and survivors who try to live in that old framework can’t succeed against the empire, because it’s luke’s attachment to his father and his sister that give anakin the final push to turn back. 

but this doesn’t mean that that failure against the empire doesn’t have meaning. kanan’s death was so impactful partly because we have evidence of its direct consequences: the destruction of the TIE factory, the lessons he taught ezra which inspired him to take out thrawn (the only competent leader in the entire imperial navy), hera’s life (and jacen’s, by extension). obi wan’s failure, too, has a lasting impact, as it grants him a higher understanding and allows him to return to luke when he needs it most. “strike me down and i shall become more powerful than you can possibly imagine,” indeed

(now that i’ve written this, of course, i seem to have convinced myself out of wanting cal dead... except for the fact that vader-the-boogeyman needs a win so he stay a scary motherfucker. and i want to see that beautiful boy in pain. so it seems i am at an impasse)

*none of this applies to yalls jedi ocs btw!!!! 

#FUCK this got long #essay tag #swmeta #long post #listen im just getting ready for grad school again #as always commentary critique and responses are always welcome as are reblogs #can you tell ive been hanging around gffa too much #the adhd compulsion to ramble...

[popwasabi]

“Enter the Florpus” Review: Bow before ZIM!!

Directed by Jenny Goldberg and Jake Wyatt

Written by Jhonen Vasquez

Starring: Richard Steve Horvitz, Andy Berman, Melissa Fahn, Rosearik Rikki Simons

 “Invader Zim: Enter the Florpus” is almost 50 percent maniacal, demented screaming during its hour-plus run-time and yet still is immensely entertaining from start to finish.

Of course, the shrill vocals of Zim voice actor Richard Steve Horvitz are nothing new to fans of the famous Irken Invader and his short run on Nickelodeon back in the early 2000s and will more than likely love this glorious return to the small screen of Netflix.

(Gaaahhh, I can hear this gif.)

“Enter Florpus” contains all the same nihilistic, demented, over the top humor fans loved about “Invader Zim” while adding a few extra layers of character development to Zim’s arch rival Dib in the film’s short narrative. It’s a movie that plays like a long episode of the original series that will have you laughing and going “What the fuck” every minute of this twisted childhood favorite.

“Enter the Florpus” picks up somewhat where the series left off with Dib in slug-like isolation as he awaits the impending return of Zim to stop his evil plan to takeover the Earth. When Zim finally returns and proclaims the beginning of his diabolical “PHASE TWO” Dib must get himself back in shape so that he can stop the Irken invader before it’s too late.

Quite simply put this is definitely a movie made for the fans and as such those who watched or still watch the show will deeply enjoy this twisted return of Invader Zim. The show’s greatest strength has always been the combined voice acting talents of the aforementioned Horvitz and Dib voice actor Andy Berman who play off each other so perfectly at often shrill, demented decibel levels that it’s hard not to be charmed  by whatever weird shit comes out of Zim or Dib’s mouths throughout each episode’s runtime.

(Zim and Dib have been engaged in a deadly game of cat and also cat since the early 2000s.)

“Enter the Florpus” is no different. Line’s like “Chair fused to butt. More chair than man now” and “Get your own moose, human! This one’s mine” are delivered without irony or self-awareness by the characters and its hilarious each and every time. Melissa Fahn’s Gaz provides a nice surrogate for the audience as she openly mocks the absurdity of Dib and Zim’s plans as she always has since the show’s inception and the always ridiculous but delightful Rosearik Rikki Simmons’ Gir provides plenty of random absurdist humor that fans have always loved about the character.

All of the show’s trademark style of ridiculous humor is here as well, between Cronenberg levels of gross body humor, child endangerment, space alien goofiness and weird, random, over the top jokes and melodramatic acting. It’s still amazing how much this show got away with on Nickelodeon back in the day and this movie would probably not run on today’s version of the channel either. This said kids can definitely get a kick out of watching this but “Enter the Florpus” definitely feels more geared to “Invader Zim’s” original fans who are now grown up.

(Not to mention the show’s trademark gross food humor is also back)

The animation is as top notch as ever as well, adopting more the style of the current run of comic book by Oni Press, and even gets into some “Rick & Morty” levels of mind boggling animated humor (Shout out to Justin Roiland btw who makes a short but funny guest appearance as a food dispensing android). It’s definitely aware that most of the show’s original fans are very much in their 20’s and 30’s now by accommodating with some modern aesthetic that doesn’t take away from the show’s original animated charm while still attempting something relatively new with the movie.

(Things definitely got weird in the Florpus...)

Narratively, “Enter the Florpus” is mostly just a long “Invader Zim” episode and depending on how much of a fan you are will determine how much entertainment you get out of it. The movie does try to give the “hero” Dib a nice arc in the story as he tries to fight for acknowledgment from his father and though it’s not Shakespeare by any stretch it still nonetheless hits all the right beats and will have your inner weird child rooting for him by the end.

Quite simply put, if you’re fan of the show you should be watching this, though I doubt you need to be reminded as such. “Invader Zim” is still one of the best shows ever to come out of Nickelodeons classic cartoon run between the 90s and early 2000s and hopefully with “Enter the Florpus” this isn’t the last time we see our favorite alien invader.

Until then though, I’ll just go back to singing the “Doom Song.”

🎵Doom, doom, doom, doom doom. Doom, doom….🎵

 VERDICT:

5 out of 5

Enjoy your nostalgia, 90s kids

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