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koi-sims · 5 years

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Do Sim Evil Better.

I’d been knockin’ this idea around for a long time, and after collecting (or making, in the case of the CAS background) all the right cc, I decided to do something fun and unrelated to my stories and make the most handsome, most ingenious, and most evil man to ever exist in a narrative, Corin Deeth III (who actually named the Corin in my current storyline - Corin with two “r”. #bigFan).

Reader, you may or may not be familiar with the story of Kakos Industries and if you aren’t you truly are missing out. It is the best podcast I’ve listened to since The NoSleep Podcast, and to be honest...I think it actually one-ups my beloved NoSleep. It is a very fun and witty podcast with some great humor, greater hijinks, and can I just mention how alluring Corin’s voice is? Just sayin’. The storyline is awesome, too...so many great characters. I want to make Jr. and Malantha next~ I’ll leave some links at the bottom of the post for those who may be interested. Anyway, without further ado, let’s meet the man of the hour, shall we?

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Well hello, Corin~.... Now, I may have missed the mark, but I always envisioned Corin having short, trendy hair that still embodied professionalism and and air of slight douchery. I have seen a lot of fanart where Corin has long hair and perhaps that is canonically true. If so, I apologize Corin, please do not send me a pair of exploding sneakers. I may have missed his eye color too, but I went with a very piercing blue-green because that’s just my personal taste and light eyes with dark hair is so badass.

Corin’s traits came pretty natural - evil, confident, and I picked hot-headed because it would best help his in-game aspiration (Criminal Mastermind) moreso than him being hot-headed in the canon. He is actually always as cool as a cucumber. I admire that.

And a little in-game blurb for him because why not? Am a ridiculously enamored fangirl? Maybe. (I spelled his name wrong up top, but I fixed it AFTER I took that and the next cap - whoops)

And just for fun, this personality notice about Corin popped up when I went in to do his photoshoot. I just love it and the look on Corin’s face at the time - Ah, the taste of accuracy.

Now, on to the main event. I’ve always wondered what Corin’s sense of fashion was like, and now having listened to 99% of the podcast (it was so fun to catch up, I’m pretty much stalling on finishing what’s out now because waiting for the next is gonna hurt so bad) I’ve gotten too curious and decided to raid his wardrobe. What’s in there, I wonder??? Let’s find out.

Everyday Wear

Oh of COURSE Corin looks dark and dapper in a suit for everyday. Look at that little splash of color! I bet you used the blood of insubordinate employees to make that tie custom, didn’t you? Magnificent. What else do you slip into on the daily? Maybe when you’re home relaxi-

Oh. Um. Well...You do wear a cowboy hat very well, Corin! I mean...they match the boots and everything! I...I’m sure there are a lot of experimental abominations to wrangle around the office so why not dress the part? Not gonna lie, that shirt looks breezy and comfortable as hell. Maybe take a trip to the mountains with King Leopold sometime? (I...I know what happened in the story, and I refuse to let it go. #OTP.)

Formal Wear

Ah. The natural snazz comes out around the time of the Shareholder’s Ball and the CEO Festival, doesn’t it? You didn’t strike me as the bowtie type of evil CEO but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look amazing on you. I see you’ve forgone your gloves for formal wear. Hard to eat the deviled eggs and tiny cheeses in those, non?

...This must be the suit you wear to the CEO Festival. That’s really the only explanation as to why it always turns out to be...what it usually becomes. I am going to assume that this suit belonged to Mr. Corin Deeth I and you wear it in his honor. I sure he is looking down on you, pleased but also wondering why you haven’t indulged in what is (still) in the right-side inner pocket.

Athletic Wear

You cannot be a successful CEO of an evil megacorp if you let yourself go. Hence why you slip into nothing but basketball shorts for a long, strenuous...sweaty...satisfying...workout. Between culling unnecessary employees and flawlessly delivering the shareholder announcements, you’re deadlifting 400lbs and making 1st in marathons, aren’t you? Of course you are.

And then there’s jazzercise. Cardio IS important and I mean...just running can be a bit tedious, yeah? You’re so well-rounded, Corin, golly. Honestly, I’m not at all mad at your fashion choice for this one. You don’t have to hide it, we are all friends here. The 80′s were a great time and I am happy you’re keeping the impeccable athletics fashion alive.

Sleepwear

Even mega evil mega CEOs need rest from time to time and nothing beats resting out topless and in trackpants. I see you are wearing ADIDAS, the most evil of brands. Not much else I can say. I am too busy admiring what jazzercise has done for you.

Uh oh. It must be one of those days. Malantha has flustered you again, Dirk is texting for more life advice, and Jr. is sending way too many...um...”special photos” to prove his is thinking hard on how to best contribute to the company. Good thing Brosephus is totally awake at 2am and ready to video chat about all of this. It’s SOOOO LAAAAAAME, right?!

Party Wear

Rollin’ up to the New Year’s Festival feels good, especially when you look this mighty fine. Nothing like finally getting past Yule and Anti-Celebrating by finally cutting loose again and making those ultra evil resolutions. Again with the gloves, I see. Well, I guess better safe than sorry. There’s no tell who’ll feel your wrath after four Blue Motorcycles.

Hm. This is quite the uh...departure, Corin. I mean, nothing ever looks bad on you but where on Earth would you even wear this to? Where would it even work??? ...Oh, right! The Festival of Adorableness! Awkward or not, you’ve made it work. I’m willing to bet the Division of Subversive Cute helped out with this ensemble. Kudos to them! I’m sure burning it afterwards was incredibly satisfying for you.

Swimwear

Why are you looking so bedeviled, Corin? How, when you look that prepared for a pool party, can you possibly be in such a foul mood? Oh...oh wait. Malantha has hidden your sunblock, hasn’t she? Goshdarnit! How can you possibly be evil without being as pale as your skin tone will allow?! That Malantha...she truly is evil, isn’t she?

Welp. I guess if you’re going to get a tan, might as well hit every spot you can. Suck on that, Malantha! (....) Also, breaking out the zebra print speedo wasn’t the worst idea you’ve ever had, and I both applaud, and ready my binoculars for, you choice of white swimwear. No booty shot? Ugh. Fair enough...gotta leave something to the imagination, I guess. #disappointmentOverdose

Warm Weather Wear

This is the look of a man about to take off on his mega evil yacht and never look back. That shirt, unbuttoned down to where it is suggestive but not desperate, those shorts, defining the thighs while still looking professional, those boat shoes that scream class and bless you for not wearing socks with them. There is a thin line between evil and insane and you ride it perfectly.

Apparently, even evil knows it wouldn’t be summer without an obnoxiously bright Hawaiian shirt. Ain’t even mad. Oooh, and white pinstripe pants....why yes, dear, they do make you look taller and thinner! I can almost hear you now, as you swagger out the front doors, “I’m off to the Maldives, screw y’all! Also, if a single brick is out of place when I get back, I’ll kill you.” You tell ‘em, Corin.

Cold Weather Wear

Brrrrrr. Generally, evil is always cold, dark, and hateful but sometimes even the weather puts up a good fight. Stylish as ever, you have broken out a very elegant scarf and jacket, expertly layered as to properly insulate all of the darkness within. No hat, though? Of course not. Evil does not get that chilly.

Corin: “What you mean I didn’t win the Ugly Sweater Contest?!”

RUN.

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And that concludes are journey through Corin’s wardrobe! This really was a lot of fun to do, and I’d be ever so pleased if the fine people who bring the @kakosindustries universe alive enjoy it too! I’ve also redecorated Corin’s in-game home (the Alto Apartment’s unit that was formally Lobo’s #sorrynotsorry) and I would like to share that one day too, if I get around to doing the photo tour. I will share some links below to a few relevant sites for anyone whose interested in Corin and the Kakos Industries story. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Cheers!

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WCIF: Kakos Industries

Kakos Industries Home - where it’s all laid out

Kakos Industries on Tumblr - contains information about episode releases, fan-created content, and other candid goodies

Kakos Industries on TVTropes - [SPOILERS] a nice place to gather info about the series and related tropes therein

And of course you can find Kakos Industries on Facebook, Twitter, and any podcast service worth it’s salt.

#sims 4 #kakos industries #corin deeth iii

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lizzienaut · 4 years

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yO THANK YOU FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS!! love ya too!! this is gonna be a lil long becos i suck and im too EMOTIONAL for saPPY STUFF so im gonna put it under a read more!! so i dont annoy people with sappy ranting!! youre welcome :DD

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💋 oh goodness oh golly oh gee where do i even beginhis eyes are so pretty?? and so full of kindness?? he’s absolutely hilarious i swear to christ- and his lil smile is the cutest thing ever- his laugh!! oh my god his laugh!! it makes me frickin weak whenever i hear it- and its crazy how his voice changes from super loud to soft and genuine whenever he’s worried about you, like- i hurt myself during class today like i always do lmao and made an obviOUSLY DISTRESSED NOISE while he was in the middle of laughing with his friend and he juststopped and turned back, tilted his head at me and went- “wait, what happened? are you okay? whats wrong?” anD ACK my HEARThe’s also sO frickin gentle- he gave me the softest lil hug a few days ago- aND OH MY GOD THiS ONE TIME WHEN WE WERE HAngING OUT!! he would lean against me and lay his head back, but i got up to go upstairs and gave his hair an affectionate lil ruffle before i left– and he grabbed my hand as i was walking away and pulled me back real gentle n put it back on his head and really softly went “where are you going?” AND I JUST!! HES SO CUTE MAN AHand- and yeah i just think he’s cool dude ;v; 💌 to the cutest gosh darn boy in the whole entire world,im so lucky to call you my best friend, yknow that? you’re such an amazing person, and i know i say that a lot, but its true! and that doesnt even scratch the surface when it comes to how beautiful of a person you are! you’re so kind and caring and thoughtful, i dont understand how a single human can hold so much compassion- i cant even put into words how happy you make me when you ask about my day and listen when i ramble about stupid shit or giggle along with me when we’re being total idiots-you know i’ve been going through a rough time and you try sosososo hard to help and!! it honestly makes me feel so much better knowing that i’ve got you by my side through everything!! i swear to god sometimes you bring me to the verge of tears with how sweet you are- you’ve made me a much more confident and brighter person!! in some way you actually kinda- watched me grow up thats. kinda crazy woah- buT!! id be!! so fuckin sad without you!! youre my favorite goofball and even a few messages back and forth with you brightens my day!!also!! oh my god you’re so smart?? and so funny? and you have such a cute face and laugh- you should send me goofy pictures sometime becos youre adorable and i love seeing you a lot!! we should send them back and forth during the day!! becos i get super bored in class that would be fun pff-baCK TO THE POINTyoure gonna do so well in life, hon. you’re gonna kick ass in school, you’re gonna become the best teacher the world’s ever seen! you’re so talented and creative and such a handsome young man grandma mode and i swear you deserve nothing but love and greatness and hugs, those toowhich i will happily supply once we meet!! god im gonna cuddle you half to death, get ready nerdi love you to the sun and back, with my whole heart, with my entire beING!! i hope you have an amazing day tomorrow baby!- your bestie @ivenakaloser so much for anonymous but i want you to see this becos i love you and if you dont im gonna yell at you to looK okay ily 🎈 mmM- kind, affectionate, a sense of humor is attractive as heLL- witty, can totally roll with joke improv, uh- uHcan play… an instrument or singim a band whore im sorrY MUSICIANS ARE ATTRACTIVE???? so attractive. omg-being a lil feminine?? yeAH- i think being kinda feminine is adorable :O!!

🎀 buy me stuffed animals or iced coffee and im yours forever babe

#oh fuck thats so long #I GOT!!! INTO IT!!#i never get to be so emotional on main:tm:#i just have so much love to give yo #liz peeps™#long post

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dictionarywrites · 6 years

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Can I request reluctant jealous loki? The only thing worse than being the grandmasters favourite is losing his position as the favourite.

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Loki lets out a desperate sound of pain,and he tightens his grip in the sheet, but he doesn’t move, won’t move. The wax drips hot down the white flesh of histhigh, as red as Æsir blood, and the pain is unbearable, seeming to eat right down to the bone, although it isn’ttruly – it is merely wax, sliding over his skin.

“Aw, honey,” the Grandmaster chides himsoftly. “Don’t act like you— Don’t pretend you don’t, uh, you don’t want it.”

“I told you I didn’t want it,” Loki mutters. “Three times.” The Grandmastersmiles at him, fluttering his eyelashes, and immediately, Loki knows hismistake. “No, no, don’t—” Wax drips down over his lips, some of its desperatelyhot heat dragging over the cool opening of his hole, and he screams, writhingon the bed – and worst of all, worst still than the agony itself, is that hecan feel his hole clenching, feelspasms of pleasure run through his cock— “I hate you.”

“Aw, sweetie,” the Grandmaster murmurssoftly. “You’ll— You’ll hurt my feelings,talking like that. You’re getting a bit, huh, complacent.”

“Complacent?” Loki repeats softly.

“Uh huh.”

Ϟ ❄ ϟ ❄ ϟ ❄ ϟ ❄ ϟ ❄ Ϟ

Loki freezes in the doorway of the throneroom, and he stares. The girl in theGrandmaster’s lap is… Passably pretty. She has warm, red skin and pink eyes, aKrylorian, and she laughs when the Grandmaster’s fingers play over her barebreasts.

It is the third time he has seen theKrylorian in the Grandmaster’s lap this week, and he…

This had been the plan. Hadn’t this beenthe plan? He would withstand the Grandmaster’s abuses, his obscenities, untilthe Grandmaster tired of him, and then use the Grandmaster’s waning interest tomake his escape. It’s been two years on Sakaar’s strange time, and Loki hadbelieved it would never end –perhaps, indeed, he had become complacent in the Grandmaster’s attentions.

The Grandmaster isn’t even looking for him. His eyes are only onthe Krylorian girl, and Loki can’t stand the sudden wolf that snaps its jawswithin him, monstrous and loud and wanting to rear and rip at flesh.

Loki feels his hands clench tightly at hisside, and immediately his leathers disappear in a shimmer of shifting seiðr,replaced with white silk that drapes artfully over his body, catching thelight. He turns to catch his reflection in a mirror, and he settles accents inhis hair, golden chains that hang from the shell of his ear.

He can’t seriously be doing this. Just afew days with that stupid Krylorian,and Loki might be free – the Grandmaster would hardly chase after him if he hada new pet.

So youwould just let her have him?

He isn’tmine.

Isn’the? What, given up already, have you? He sets hisjaw as he looks in the mirror.

Icould be free. I could be free, and I could escape, and I could leave…

Andwhere would you go? Loki stares at the hard look inthe eyes of his reflection, and the response, echoing within his own head, cutshim to the bone. Who would want you, afterall you’ve done?

Loki turns back toward the room, and heslowly steps out of the corridor and into the room itself. Immediately, many ofthe Sakaarii turn to look at the Grandmaster’s favoured toy, takes in the way the silk clings tight to Loki’s bodyand shows the shape of his shoulders, the hips…

Loki can feel with his seiðr the way thatthe Grandmaster’s head turns, but he doesn’t turn to meet his gaze, and insteadmoves immediately across the room, tapping the arm of a Xandaran and joining aconversation.

Loki can be the centre of attention when hewants to be, and he is, with ease.Within an hour, Loki is telling a story about some misadventure he had when hewas much younger, on the plains of Jafara, and every member of the crowd isabsolutely rapt, focused on him as hesmiles and continues to weave his tale.

“That was wonderful, Loki,” a Galateantells him sweetly, and Loki beams at her, touching his hand through her hairand looking down at her with sweet indulgence. “You’re… You’re a very good storyteller.When you talk, I’m just… Kinda spellbound.”

“Is that so?” Loki reaches up, touching thetip of her chin and tilting her up to look at him properly. “Bless you, my dear. It’s always such adelight to be appreciated.” The Galatean laughs softly, and she is all buthanging from his arm—

And easily, Loki neatly extricates himselfand walks away. The Krylorian girl is on the other side of the room, orderingdrinks, and Loki stands over the Grandmaster, his arms neatly crossed over hischest, his gaze on the Grandmaster’s face.

“What’s her name?” Loki asks, and theGrandmaster leans back in his seat, his hands loosely interlinked over hisbelly. His lips are quirked into an amused little smirk.

“I love the dress,” the Grandmaster purrs. “It’s—mmm, very cute.”

“Tell me her name.”

“Does it, uh, matter?”

“No.” Loki leans in, and he dances hisfingers over the Grandmaster’s thigh, playing over the robe there, and then heleans in closer. His breath ghosts over the Grandmaster’s lips, teasing, andwhen the Grandmaster leans in to kiss him, Loki closes his hand around theGrandmaster’s throat. “Really?” Loki murmurs. “You think I want to kiss you?”

“Oh, kitty’s, uh, kitty’s showing someclaws, huh?” the Grandmaster asks quietly, deeplypatronising. “You think I can’t replace you, huh, honey? You think… What, youthink you’re, uh, special?” It’s likea blade that digs into Loki’s very heart, and he stops himself from inhalingsharply. He isn’t special. He knowshe isn’t, knows there are a million lost things just like him, or better.

“You think that I’m not?” Loki squeezestight at the sides of the Grandmaster’s jaw, feeling the hard, strong bone. “Thenin your old age, Grandmaster, you are blind.” He shoves the Elder away slightly,and he can feel the eyes of everybody in the room on his back, even as he dropsonto the Grandmaster’s knees, and he spreads his hand on the Grandmaster’schest. “No wax.”

“No wax? And what— Huh, then what’s thepoint of you, honey?” Loki laughs. He doesn’t show the desperate frustration,the fury, that bubbles deep withinhim, and instead retains a perfectly cool exterior.

“What indeed,” Loki murmurs, dragging hisfingers over the Grandmaster’s sternum and leaving tingling seiðr in his wake.He can see the Grandmaster shiver, and he knows this is dangerous – this ismore than flirting with danger, truly: this is flirting with death. “If you don’twant me, I’ll go.”

“Will you?” the Grandmaster asks. He archeshis eyebrows, seeming unimpressed, and then he says, dryly, “And, uh, where willyou go, honey?”

“I’m worshiped on twenty-seven planets,”Loki murmurs. “I have more places to go than you think.” It’s like a game ofpoker, in a way.

“Maybe…” the Grandmaster trails off,playing over the line of Loki’s trouser leg, his fingers smooth over the silk. “Aw,I don’t know, sweetheart. If you’regonna come with, uh, strings attached…I don’t know if I want a pet that says no.”

“Don’t have a pet, then. Get an upgrade.”

“And, uh, what’s better?”

Loki uses his god voice to reply, and theword echoes through the room, rattling the windows in their frames and makingthe half a hundred Sakaarii jolt and jerk in fear and uncertainty: “Me.”

“See, this is… Aw. This is cute, honey. Thinking you can compare—You really think you want to go toe-to-toe with an Elder?”

“Maybe not with you,” Loki murmurs. “But Iwager I could take your brother.” The Grandmaster laughs, leaning back andshowing all his teeth, and Loki smiles, reaching up and playing over theGrandmaster’s neck, feeling the golden skin under his fingers. The Grandmaster’sskin is incandescently hot, and it should burn him, really – it ought burn him.It never does, even when the Grandmaster is feeling his cruellest.

“I’d— Golly,Tan-Tan’d really be upset if you kicked him on his ass.” The Grandmaster saysit thoughtfully, and he puts his hands on Loki’s waist. “But, uh, don’t kid yourself, honey. We’re— You aren’tmy equal, Lo-Lo. You’re… Fun, sure.But do you have any idea how, uh, howbeneath me you are?”

“Seems to me like I’m on top of you,” Lokimurmurs. The Grandmaster’s hand is suddenly around his throat, squeezing, butLoki keeps his expression stony. “Don’t tell me you’re frightened.”

“Me? Frightened?” Loki laughs around thehand on his throat.

“Oh, you are. That’s… Grandmaster, that is adorable.” Loki cups the Grandmaster’s cheeks, takes in the curl ofhis handsome lip, takes in the darkness of his honey-coloured eyes. “What,frightened that someone might look at me before you? Frightened of someone elsetaking the spotlight? Or are you… Frightened I’ll leave?”

“I’m not frightened of anything, honey.” The Grandmaster’s grip loosens slightly, however,and he drags his fingernail down the length of Loki’s chin, leaving a stripe oftingling skin in parallel to the Grandmaster’s mark in paint. “But I just toldyou. I’m not interested in somebody who says no all the time.”

“Do you mean all the time, or ever?”The Grandmaster presses his lips together. “I’m staying.”

“And what about Carli, huh? What about her?” Loki leans back, looking at theKrylorian somewhat dispassionately, and then he slowly stands from the Grandmaster’slap. She’s standing uncertainly in the middle of the room, two glasses held inone of her hands and the other awkwardly held over her belly…

“Carli, is it?” Loki asks softly, sweetly.The Krylorian swallows hard, and then she nods her head. “Oh, you’re so pretty. I love this hair.” Loki reachesout, gently drawing his thumbs over the sides of her jaw and gently settlinghis fingers against her neck. “You’re beautiful,darling.”

“I thought you were going to hurt me,” theKrylorian whispers, and Loki chuckles. She relaxes marginally, offering asmall, shy smile.

“And why would I do that?”

“You— I’ve seen you, with the Grandmaster.Before.”

“And yet you still decided to get… Soclose. Why is that?” Her eyes widen slightly, the pink irises shining in thelight, and her lips part.

“Um— you don’t really, uh… I was just—”

“Just, yes,” Loki agrees, softly. “Just.” It’s an easy shift of his wriststo the side. The Krylorian neck is more brittle than most – it can take moreabuse, but when the strength of Loki’s hands twist it hard to the side, it cracks so loudly it rings through theroom, and as the girl falls to the ground, Loki artfully catches hold of thetwo wineglasses, letting her drop to the ground. “Get that, would you?” he saysover his shoulder to a passing server. “Thank you.”

“That was mean,” the Grandmaster says. He looks pleased. Loki holds one glassout to the Grandmaster, lets him take it. “So. The wax.”

“Back to the wax,” Loki mutters. Where else would you go? Draining hisglass, he sets it aside. “Tell me I’m your favourite.”

“You’re, huh, you’re my favourite, honey,” the Grandmastermurmurs. “Don’t you already know?”

“You can use the wax.”

“Really? You won’t, uh, you won’t say no?Won’t tell me to stop? Won’t complain?”

“I’ll complain.” The Grandmaster chuckles,and then a momentary softness comes into his eyes, a softness that burns Lokiworse than the wax had, a softness that makes him crumble inside. “But I’ll let you.”

“Such a— You’re so pretty. You know that?You’re so pretty.” The Grandmaster’s fingers come back to his face, playingover the skin there, and Loki hates himself, hates everything about himself – he ought have run, oughthave escaped, but… The Grandmaster’s fingers feel so pleasant on his skin. Hefeels…

He doesn’t want to go.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” Lokiconfesses, quietly. “I was lost without you.”

“Sakaar is a place for lost things, honey,”the Grandmaster murmurs. “You belong… Righthere.” He doesn’t. He doesn’t. There are a million better places, a millionplaces he’d rather be… It doesn’t matter. All that matters is the Grandmaster’sfingers, possessive on his skin. All that matters.

“Yes,” Loki agrees, and he catches the Grandmaster’smouth under his own.

#frostmaster #sakaar trash party #fanfic #dictionary writes #jesteress #t; answered asks

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kidsviral-blog · 6 years

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23 Fictional Couples Who Will Restore Your Faith In Marriage

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23 Fictional Couples Who Will Restore Your Faith In Marriage

Happily married couples in movies and on TV are hard to come by…but they do exist!

1. Marshall Eriksen and Lily Aldrin from How I Met Your Mother.

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While How I Met Your Mother was technically about Ted’s long (and ridiculously winding) road to finding a wife, most fans of the show would admit that Marshall and Lily were the actual key couple of the series. They showed that “happy couple” doesn’t automatically mean “boring couple” — in fact, quite the opposite.

Ted can wave around the blue French horn all he wants, Marshmallow and Lilypad have true intimacy…with nary an eye roll or nagging comment in sight (so rare when it comes to married couples on TV).

2. Morticia and Gomez Addams from The Addams Family.

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They’re creepy, they’re kooky…and they’re perfect for each other.

You’d be hard-pressed to find a more passionate couple than Gomez and Morticia Addams. In the words of Gomez, “I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.”

3. Rob and Laura Petrie from The Dick Van Dyke Show.

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One of the first married couples on TV who truly seemed to delight in each other’s company, Rob and Laura Petrie just had fun together. They didn’t shriek and bicker constantly (like Lucy and Ricky), nor did they get along eerily well (like the Cleavers); they were quite the dream team.

4. Jane Kerkovich-Williams and Brad Williams from Happy Endings.

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RIP Happy Endings and RIP one of best married couples to appear on a sitcom in recent years: Jane and Brad. Always having fun together (and always all over each other), they were a couple to emulate.

5. Cory Matthews and Topanga Lawrence-Matthews from Boy Meets World.

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Oh, Cory and Topanga: giving kids somewhat unrealistic expectations about their middle school romances since 1993. But some couples do make it! It does happen! Plus, Cory and Topanga’s relationship wasn’t turbulence-free: It had its ups and downs, and when they did end up getting married, that marriage stood the test of time. (Proof = the Disney Channel spin-off, Girl Meets World.)

6. Ellie and Carl Fredricksen from Up.

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Ellie and Carl’s marriage takes up less than 10 minutes of the movie Up, but man oh man are those 10 gut-wrenching, tear-inducing, GIVE ME A KLEENEX PLEASE minutes.

They’re currently winning the “Which Disney Movie Has The Most Romantic Love Story?” poll, and good golly they surely deserve to. Their relationship shows that even if you never make it to Paradise Falls, marriage itself is an amazing adventure.

7. Bob and Phyllis Vance from The Office.

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Pam and Jim weren’t the only happily married couple on The Office — you can’t forget Bob and Phyllis! These two are so attracted to each other that they end up deserting Jim and Pam in the midst of a double date to go get frisky in the bathroom.

His business may be refrigeration, but he definitely keeps it hot with his wife (ba-dum dum).

8. Chandler Bing and Monica Geller-Bing from Friends.

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Could they BE any more awesome? Doubtful. Ross and Rachel, Schmoss and Schmachel: This is the couple to care about. Thank god for the drunken London hookup that brought these two lobsters together.

9. David Fisher and Keith Charles from Six Feet Under.

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If you’ve watched Six Feet Under, you know what happens during the finale; you know that you will have permanent water damage in your apartment from all the tears that will flow from your wee eye sockets — a torrential downpour of grief.

It’s almost impossible to pick which flash-forward scenario inspires the most sobbing… just kidding, it’s Keith and David’s. First you see them finally getting married, and then before you know it — Keith passes away, and then David follows suit (dying after he thinks he sees a young Keith playing football in the distance). Tears. Oh the tears.

10. Glenn Rhee and Maggie Greene from The Walking Dead.

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The couple that fights zombies together, stays together.

Glenn and Maggie may not legally be married, but they’ve been engaged since Season 3 and — let’s be real — wedding planning isn’t at the top of anyone’s priorities during the zombie apocalypse. They’re the best part of the show (a flare of hope amongst the carnage), and when they were separated during Season 5 it was as painful for us as it was for them.

11. Niles and Daphne Crane from Frasier.

NBC

Has there ever been a “will they or won’t they” couple that you’ve more desperately wanted a “will” for? Doubtful. Hearing Daphne call Dr. Crane “Niles” for the first time sends chills down a Frasier-lover’s spine. And when they finally get married? Well, it’s better than tossed salad and scrambled eggs.

12. Ben and George in Love Is Strange.

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Everyone in Ben and George’s lives know how deeply committed they are to each other; in fact, their nephew actually introduces his girlfriend to them as a sort of preamble to his own marriage proposal: He uses them as an example of what he hopes his own marriage will be.

13. Jin-Soo and Sun-Hwa Kwon from Lost.

ABC

You’ll probably start to sob just thinking of the submarine scene.

14. Stef and Lena Foster from The Fosters.

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This is a show that doesn’t get nearly enough viewers: People get scared away by the fact that it’s on ABC Family…but they shouldn’t! The show has many virtues, but obviously the one most relevant to this post is Lena and Stef’s relationship. Their lives are full of drama, but — at least so far — all the dramatic occurrences on the show only serve to bring them closer together.

15. Madame Vastra and Jenny Flint from Doctor Who.

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An odd pair (Madame Vastra is a Silurian warrior, after all), but a great one.

16. Susan and Gordon Robinson from Sesame Street.

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PBS

Susan and Gordon were probably the first happily married couple you ever saw on TV.

17. Zoe and “Wash” Washburne from Firefly.

Fox

Zoe and Wash were great at couple-y banter and equally great at their jobs. The “great at their jobs” part of that sentence is important, because it made them into two incredibly interesting characters: They weren’t just some token “married couple” on the space ship.

18. Overton “Obie” Wakefield Jones and Synclaire James-Jones from Living Single.

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Fox

While there was plenty of heat between Max and Kyle, Synclaire and Overton’s relationship (and eventual marriage) was sweet — a happy union between a laid-back guy and his lovably kooky lady. They were the cutest of cute couples.

19. Nick and Nora Charles from The Thin Man series.

Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer

Drinking martinis, solving crimes, and just being a generally amazing duo (with an adorable dog to boot).

20. Dre and Rainbow Johnson from Black-ish.

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ABC

One of the great things about Black-ish is the cast’s amazing chemistry — they actually seem like a real family. That goes for how the children interact with the parents, but also how Anthony Anderson and Tracee Ellis Ross interact with each other; you believe in their marriage (and it’s a good one).

21. Mac and Bren MacGuff from Juno.

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Mac and Bren aren’t the main attraction of the movie Juno (obviously), but they’re an exemplary depiction of a married couple that works as a team: as parents, and in their romantic relationship.

Plus, Mac’s advice to Juno in regards to Paulie Bleeker is top-notch: “Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That’s the kind of person that’s worth sticking with” — he found that in Bren.

22. Kristina and Adam Braverman from Parenthood.

NBC

Adam and Kristina had to deal with a lot over the course of five seasons, but as the series came to a close they were still going strong. “Small victories” are important, and they knew that you need to celebrate them.

23. Tami and Eric Taylor from Friday Night Lights.

NBC / Universal

And finally, here we have the king and queen of happy TV marriages: Eric and Tami Taylor.

This is the sort of partnership you dream of having — not because it’s some storybook, fairy tale version of married life, but because it’s a realistic and flawed (yet still passionate and strong) portrayal of marriage.

Clear eyes, full hearts, can’t lose.

Read more: http://www.buzzfeed.com/mallorymcinnis/eric-and-tami-taylor-forever

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“May I stay with you for a few days?” Sam had asked him in that cute little British drawl of his. May I, he’d said - so cute, so adorable, as if Sean was gonna say anything but yes, as if Sean could ever. And seeing him so-- Miserable, so depressed, that’s just! You know. Sad.

“‘Course you may, honey,” Sean had said, patting the side of Sam’s cheek.

He hadn’t been prepared for this.

He hadn’t been prepared for Sam sleepily wandering around the house in just his boxers and a cute little t-shirt; hadn’t been ready for Sam’s adorable little yawns and his stretches; absolutely hadn’t been expecting how clingy Sam suddenly was. Clingy! To Sean!

It helps that he’s pretty. Sam, he’s a cute little Brit, clumsy and silly and too proper, and golly, Sean just-- He just loves him. Just thinks he’s the sweetest. And this thing with Rebecca, foisting a baby onto the guy, telling him to get rid of his cat - the cat currently curled up on the sofa, who’s the most adorable old man, like...

Mmm.

So maybe Sean has been a little, uh--

Ha. Maybe a little bit proprietary.

It’d been almost a shame, when Sam had first shacked up with Rebecca. Sean likes her, sure he does, has always liked her, but-- Mmm, there was the slightest bit of jealousy, her snapping the guy up when Sean would take perfect care of him...

So, yeah. Sean had suggested getting a matching piercing, just like Sean’s, for Sam, and golly, he’d just gone right with it. And doesn’t he look a picture, with that shiny gold ring through the lobe of his ear, just like Sean’s?

“Don’t fiddle with your ear, honey,” Sean murmurs, and Sam glances up, his eyes owlish, and his hand comes away from his ear immediately, settling in his lap. He’s... Mm. Yeah. Good. Sam looks a little nervous when Sean moves over, the rollerskates sliding easily over the laminate flooring of the dining room, and Sean offers him his hands, pulling Sam up to his feet. “You rollerskated before?”

“Yes,” Sam says. “But-- But as a child, not as an adult.”

“Well, should be easier now,” Sean purrs. “Your legs must be at least an inch longer.” Sam splutters, losing his balance slightly, and Sean loves the way he grips at Sean’s jacket, keeping himself upright, pulling himself closer--

Sam’s mouth is against Sean’s chin, his breath hot, and Sean grins a little, reaching up and stroking Sam’s cheek. Immediately, Sam exhales breathlessly, and he looks at Sean with his eyes a little wide, his mouth open.

“Beautiful,” Sean murmurs quietly. “Rebecca shoulda treated you better.” Sam stares at him, his lips opening and closing, and he looks so flustered, such a bright pink in his cheeks... Sean should take a step back. He’s pushing the limits of “your friendly neighbourhood bi”, and even if Sam isn’t actually saying he wants Sean to back off, he’s probably just being polite, leaning too much into that British--

“You, I like... You treat me-- I like. But she-- But I...” Sam stumbles over every word, and Sean chuckles indulgently.

“It’s okay, Sam, let’s--”

“You’re beautiful too!” Sam blurts out, breathing a little bit heavily. “Not that-- I mean, can you call a man... Beautiful? I mean, handsome, you’re very handsome, not that I-- You know, of course you know, that you’re handsome, and I don’t necessarily mean to tell you thinks you already know, but you’re.... You know, it’s been very stressful, what with Rebecca’s-- Not that I fault her for being anxious, but I’m anxious too, and you make me feel less... Anxious.”

“Really?” Sean asks mildly. “That doesn’t come across.” Sam’s face falls - it’s the cutest.

“Oh, no,” Sam says. “Really?”

“Let’s go skating,” Sean says mildly, but Sam snatches for him, gripping him by the hips, and Sean slowly raises his eyebrows.

“No,” Sam says. “No, I don’t want to, let’s-- Let’s stay here, inside. I want to... Um, I don’t know, exactly, how to say that I’m-- Merely that I’m open, if you should desire to...” Sean leans forward slightly, trying to make sense of what Sam is blurting out. “Kiss me.”

“Kiss you,” Sean repeats softly. “Mmm. Interesting proposal.” God. God.

“But I--” Enough talking - Sean would have happily done this years ago. Sean grabs Sam by the hair, catching his mouth hard under Sean’s own, and Sam whimpers against his mouth, whimpers! Whimpers! He can feel the vibration of it against his tongue, and he he needs to get these skates off him, needs to spread him out...

Sam is all but whining into Sean’s tongue, coming to pieces, and--

Oh, yeah.

“Okay,” Sean murmurs. “Okay, okay, that-- Skates off.”

“Yes,” Sam spits out, nearly falling in his haste to sit down. “Yes, yes, yes...”

Yes.

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yes bonjour. sending this on anon to feel you out on it, because i'm a little uncertain. i like the idea of dashingfrostmaster - but, like. okay. we're on sakaar, and loki and the grandmaster have been a thing for a while. a LONG while. and then one day, fandral shows up and it all goes to hell, and in a wild bid to keep him out of the arena (less to save his life and more so they can TALK), loki suggests to the grandmaster that they take him a plaything. what do you think? could you fic it? ;P

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Dub con CW.

It’s been a LONG TIME.

Sakaar is as much part of Loki now as Loki is of it, and he moves smoothly through the halls of Sakaar City, loosely drawing his fingers through his hair. When people see him in the corridor, they move to the edges of the hall, allowing him to pass, and his lips quirk into an easy smile.

Not a KING, no - but a QUEEN is just as good.

En Dwi is elsewhere - well, on Knowhere - for the time being, and subsequently Loki rules Sakaar in his absence. And why shouldn’t he? He’s been here many centuries, now. He stops to look at himself in the frosted glass of a mirrored surface, and he adjusts the set of the deep blue robes upon his body, ensuring they fit well against his shoulders and hips.

And then he reaches up, tracing the mark at his chin. Not blue, like En Dwi’s - it had been, the first time En Dwi had painted on his chin, but now it’s a stripe of shining silver, unique, marking him as En Dwi’s, much like the rest of the Elders.

Is that what you are now? he thinks to himself, looking at his reflection and seeing the silver chains about his neck, the rings on his fingers... One of the Elders?

He slips.into the throne room, and he glances dispassionately over the handful of new wash-ups on the shores of Sakaar. Scrapper-412 is grinning, their hands upon their hips, and Loki arches an eyebrow at them, expectantly.

“You’ll like this one,” they say, their voice chittering off the halls, and immediately Loki reaches out, cupping the chitinous, hard carapace of their cheek. Loki loves Leians, loves their mandibles, their numerous eyes, their insect-like bodies. He is a Leian, sometimes.

“Show me,” Loki says, easily imperious, and Scrapper-412 leads him forth, to the slumped figure in one of the chairs, quite unconscious. The pretty head - such lovely, blond hair - is lolled forwards in faux-unconsciousness, but Loki’s magic is much too strong to be dissuaded by such petty play-acting. He can feel the little thing’s heartbeat, racing too fast to be unconscious, and Loki chuckles. “Oh, darling,” Loki purrs, “don’t-- ha, don’t hide that pretty face from me.”

He reaches for a nicely chiseled chin - what lovely, sun-kissed skin! - and tilts upward. The sweet young man has blood spattered on his lips, but he’s handsome, and...

“Loki?” Fandral asks, staring at him with those beautiful brown eyes blown wide, and Loki feels his cold blood run hot.

❀ ❀ ❀

They sit outside upon a balcony, and Loki listens with his hands neatly rested upon his hands, listening to Fandral as he talks. He isn’t drinking enough for Loki’s liking. Loki has told him twice now to drink his tea, and Loki isn’t accustomed to being ignored, not anymore.

“Amora was trying to save us, I think, but I think something went wrong with me... I was just thrown into the ether. I don’t know how long for which I was floating...”

“Drink your tea,” Loki instructs as Fandral stops his tale to take a breath, and Fandral takes a hurried, cursory sip.

“So then I landed and--”

“You know, I’m-- I’m really starting to, ah, get offended, sweetheart,” Loki says lowly, his eyes hard, and Fandral stares at him, uncomprehending. “Drink the tea - all of it.” Fandral stares at him, then looks down at the cup, and brings it slowly to his mouth. Loki watches him take all of it down, watches his throat work, and swallow... He smiles. “Alright, then. Continue.”

Fandral swallows again, around nothing this time, before he does: Loki pours him a new cup of tea.

❀ ❀ ❀

“Daddy’s home!” En Dwi calls as he enters the room, and Loki glances up from the table, keeping his left hand braced against the top of Fandral’s head. He comes closer, stopping and peering at Fandral’s face in the mirror, whistling softly. “Ooh, he’s pretty. New pick for the arena?”

“He’s too pretty for that,” Loki says, almost chiding, and En Dwi laughs, coming in closer. Loki can see Fandral’s eyes wide, his lips parted as he glances between the two of them - with every minute that passes, why, it’s almost as if he trusts Loki less and less...

It’s positively adorable.

“This is Fandral,” Loki murmurs, dragging his fingers gently through Fandral’s newly cut hair. Loki has trimmed his beard and moustache, as well, put some moisturizer onto that void-dry skin... “We grew up together.”

“Really?” En Dwi asks, and he beams. “You’re, uh, you’re from Asburg, huh?”

“Asgard,” Fandral says quietly. “You... You’re the ruler of this impressive realm, then, sir?”

“Sir!” En Dwi repeats, and he laughs, leaning in and looking hungrily over Fandral’s form - there is a distant part of Loki that feels possessive, angry that En Dwi should look at him in such a way, but that part is... Distant. More closely, he feels satisfaction, and his lips twitch. “Oh, golly, I, uh, I like this one.”

“You’re very handsome yourself,” Fandral says immediately, ever with that golden tongue of his, and Loki can see him breathing a little faster, his heart beating faster... Funny. That’s funny, that’s-- That’s cute.

“He’s scared,” Loki murmurs. “Bless him.” Fandral looks at him in the mirror, the gaze sudden and quick. He keeps shooting Loki a look like that - as if Loki is surprising him, as if he thinks he knows Loki, and Loki feels a vague urge to laugh. It’s been such a long time since Asgard, since Fandral mattered, in the scheme of things. “I like him, he’s just, uh, he’s adorable. You’ve been promising me a holiday.”

En Dwi’s eyes narrow slightly. “Honey, why do you-- we don’t need to, we don’t need to leave Sakaar to have a, uh, a good time.”

“I agree,” Loki says smoothly, and he wraps one arm around Fandral’s neck, the other other hand winding in his hair. “So I can keep this one, hmm?” En Dwi laughs, looking between Loki and Fandral himself, and he shakes his head, tutting quietly in more amusement than genuine irritation.

“You-- Aw, honey, you got me something good.” He looks down at Fandral, and then he cups his chin. Fandral is breathing heavily, and it isn’t just fear - Fandral is a thrillseeker by nature, and it’s plain he’s genuinely excited. Norns, Loki just delights in the idea of spreading him out on the bed between them - won’t he just come apart, with En Dwi at one end and Loki at the other?

And when En Dwi is elsewhere, well. Fandral is educated, literary, smart - they might have discussions. Debates, even! Oh, what fun.

“Whaddya, whaddya say, honey?” En Dwi asks softly, looking down at Fandral with his lips twitching. “You wanna, uh, you wanna party with us for a while?”

There’s a momentary pause before Fandral says, “How could I refuse?” Loki cracks up - he just can’t help it. Had he and Fandral always been so similar, growing up? How many times had Loki made such a snide response to the Grandmaster’s threat-laden advances, resisting his own assent?

“Oh, he’s cute,” En Dwi purrs. “You-- Gee, honey, you pick well.”

“I try,” Loki murmurs. Between them, Fandral shivers. Loki can’t help but delight in the sight of it.

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