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cuubism · 1 year

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Oh I am intrigued by many but the 5 times has me especially 👀👀👀

pretty much exactly what it sounds like - 5 times Hob runs into Dream in between their centennial meetings, + 1 time Dream calls for him

yet another take on hob saving dream from the bowl hahaha

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During their next encounter, Hob is, of all things, getting mugged.

Not that this is a particularly rare occurrence. Hob spent the better part of the 17th century getting mugged (and doing some mugging himself if he’s being honest) while living on the street. Nowadays, he’s doing rather better for himself, which often attracts the wrong sort of attention.

He’s not sure what about his appearance is suggesting riches right now, though. He supposes he’s wearing a decent jacket but it’s not like he’s brandishing around a solid gold pocket watch or something. Honestly.

Nevertheless, three men jump him as he’s walking home late from having drinks with some colleagues. They’re quick about it—one grabs his arm and twists it behind his back, the second takes hold of his hair—curse Hob for leaving it long—and yanks, and the third presses a fine blade to his throat. Before Hob can blink, he’s been dragged down an alleyway and pushed up against a wall.

He takes in the three muggers. They’re all young men, and dressed finely – why in the bloody hell do they need to mug someone? – and there’s a serious air to them, a cloak of mission and import. It’s bizarre and somewhat fascinating but Hob is not in the mood to hang around and ask questions.

“Three against one?” he asks, throat bobbing against the knife. “Really? It takes three of you lads to mug an old man like me?”

“Silence,” intones the one holding the blade, pressing it harder against Hob’s throat. “We will ask the questions.”

“Well, which one is it? Silence or answering questions?”

Hob gets a knee in his stomach for this cheek, but that was exactly as intended. He grabs the young man’s thigh while it’s still raised and yanks him off balance, sending him to the ground. The one with the knife tries to jab it at Hob’s neck but unfortunately, between the two of them only one has a century of mercenary experience and it’s not the one with the blade.

Hob grabs his wrist and squeezes until the knife clatters from his limp grip, then throws him forward by the arm to the alley floor. The third lad takes advantage of the moment to land a solid right hook to Hob’s jaw – well, there’s the muscle of the group, Hob thinks – then catches Hob by the collar and shoves him at the wall.

Hob gets an arm up in time to brace but receives a decent scrape on his palm for his trouble. He kicks out and catches the man’s knee with his heel, sending him stumbling, but by the time he turns the lad with the knife has managed to get himself up off the floor, looking murderous.

Hob should probably be more concerned by this whole situation. Instead, he’s just feeling a bit thrilled. It’s been a good few years since he’s been in a fistfight and it’s quite the rush.

He’s about to bring his fists up again when the three men before him freeze in place.

Hob watches in confusion as their eyes widen in fear, as the knife clatters to the ground. One of them clutches at his head, and another whispers, distraught, “No!” The third stumbles, on the verge of collapse.

Two points of light appear in the darkness. “I will offer you one chance at mercy,” says a deep voice Hob knows from his dreams. “It will not be extended again.”

The men whip their heads around, terrified, then scamper off, stumbling over themselves to escape down the alley.

Hob’s stranger steps out of the shadows, and Hob’s heart pounds wildly. His stranger looks as sleek, as silken, as put together as usual, and the brightness of his eyes fades to their usual pale blue so swiftly that Hob almost isn’t sure he saw anything unusual at all. His face is set in a frown.

“Oh, stranger,” Hob pants, still out of breath from the fight. His hair must be a wreck, and he’s certain the collar of his shirt is torn, two buttons ripped from his waistcoat, and there’s a smear of blood on his lip. Again, Hob should take this more seriously, but he can’t resist prodding, just a little, at that stern face he so cares for, can’t resist seizing this perfect opportunity for turnabout. “You need not have come to my defense.”

His stranger looks him up and down, gaze catching on each torn bit of clothing. “Clearly,” he says drily.

#dream has to yeet himself out of this situation immediately after bc the sight of hob all disheveled and out of breath is too much for him #😂#ask #10moonymhrivertam #ask games #my writing

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godsmenusuperbowl · 25 days

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One More Chance ~ *Seo Changbin*

Summary: You were supposed to meet Changbin in the garden and yet you didn't show. Did you not like him as much as he thought? Your absence puts our dear crown prince into a depression...

Pairing: Seo Changbin X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1708

Warning: arguments, depression, political intrigue

Masterlist

Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @imagine-a-life-like-this @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Part Two to One More Dance. I highly recommend reading that one first.

Changbin was depressed, to say the least. Nowadays, the crown prince could be found moping in either his room or his personal study. And it was beginning to worry his mother. That's why she sent her daughter to go talk to him and figure out why he was in such a depressive state.

"You have to come out sometime." His sister called out to him as she continued to patiently knock on his bedroom door.

"No, I really don't." His voice was thick and muffled thanks to the heavy door between them.

She scoffed and crossed her arms in front of her. "Open the door. I'm coming in."

There were sounds of movement before finally his bedroom door creaked open. His sister barged her way inside and stopped across the room from him, as he sat back down at his desk and placed his head on the table. She began tapping her foot, hoping the obnoxious noise would force him to talk, but he simply gave a dejected sigh.

"Are you going to talk or am I going to have to beat it out of you like when we were children?" She snapped.

She didn't miss Changbin's flinch, but he did sigh again. "They didn't see me at midnight."

"What are you talking about?"

He glanced over at his sister. "That person I was dancing with almost the whole night at last week's ball? I asked them to meet me in the garden at midnight. They didn't show. At first, I had no idea why and spent all my time trying to puzzle it all out. I then came to the conclusion that they simply didn't like me as much as I like them. And the rejection stings."

She gave her brother a bewildered look. "What in the name of- how could you have possibly come to that conclusion? It's like you said, you danced with them practically all night! They had to have cared about you if they would spend that much time with you! As for them not showing, there must be a reason, rather a more logical reason than that!"

"And what would that be?" He asked with an indignant sniff.

"I don't know! But something better than that!"

Changbin simply sighed once more and turned away from his sister. "Regardless, I am not coming out of my room until I get over this rejection."

"And knowing you, that will take forever." His sister sighed, missing the annoyed look he sent her. "Look, she's Lord Minho's sibling, correct? Why don't we send a letter inviting them to tea and get this whole mess straightened out."

He shook his head. "No. I can't do that. They probably never want to see me again. I am not about to sit through tea with them, Minho, and mother, trying to puzzle out what went wrong. I don't want to deal with the heartbreak that will come with it."

She groaned. "Well we have to do something! Mother is worried about your well-being and, frankly, I am too. You need to get out of your room already! You and I both know that this is not how the future King should be behaving!"

"But I-" Before Changbin could finish his sentence, a sharp knock on his bedroom door rang out.

"Your Highnesses, the Queen wishes to see you both immediately! She says it's urgent!"

His sister shot him a worried look. "We should go. Mother would never say something was urgent unless she absolutely meant it."

Changbin nodded, his depressed look turning serious. After making sure he looked somewhat presentable, he followed his sister out of his room and to his mother's solar. She was standing right outside the door when she saw them, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Excellent, you're right on time." She then frowned at the state of her son. "Really, you couldn't have at least tried to make yourself look nice?"

"What are you talking about? What's going on?" He asked, a worried edge in his voice.

His mother didn't answer his questions. Instead, she fussed with his hair and with his clothes. "Well, I suppose it can't be helped. At least you don't look like a total lost cause. Now, you're going to go in there, sit, be polite, and not come out until this issue is resolved."

"What issue?"

But he never got an answer. Instead, he was pushed into his mother's solar and the door was locked behind him. His mother wished him good luck before he could hear her and his sister's footsteps retreat down the hall. When he turned to face whoever was in the room, his heart dropped.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?" You flashed him a cheeky grin before gesturing to the seat in front of you. "Please, take a seat. We have much to discuss."

At first, Changbin stood there, a little lost as he tried to make sense of the situation. Then he crossed his arms like a petulant child and looked away. "I have nothing to talk to you about."

You tilted your head a little to the side. "Oh? Is that so? From the letter your mother sent me it sounded like you were absolutely beside yourself with worry and sadness. Which is most definitely not a good look for the future King."

"She said that?!" He couldn't stop the shock and shame from seeping into his voice before he buried his face in his hands. "I assure you, I am not beside myself with worry and sadness. My mother likes to make a big deal about nothing."

"I'm sure. She's like all mothers, worrying about her son and his well-being." You sigh. "Still, I owe you an explanation."

You can see his hesitation before he sits up straight and looks you in the eye, trying to appear like the regal prince he's supposed to be. He clears his throat before he speaks. "Go on. I'm listening."

Your lips tug upward in a small smile. "I'm sure you noticed I didn't meet you in the garden last week."

He pretended to think for a moment. "Now that you mention it, I suppose you are correct. Last week was such a whirlwind, I can't remember much of what happened."

You chuckle and shake your head. "Your bad lying aside, I had a good reason. Princess Eunsong is most definitely the jealous type. She and her lackeys ambushed me before I could go see you. They threatened to expose me if I went to see you and, because I care about you and your reputation, I left on my own accord."

Changbin blushed. "E-expose you?"

"Expose my secret." You shake your head as your smile grows. "And since it is just the two of us, I shall tell you my secret."

His eyes widened and he quickly shook his head. "Oh, no! Please don't feel like you need to divulge your personal information because you feel the need! I don't mind-"

"No, you deserve to know." You assure him. You then fix him with the most pleasant smile you can muster. "I am a convict. A fugitive to be more precise."

"I- pardon?"

"Don't worry, my adopted family knows." You begin to explain. "I was born on the streets and to survive, I would steal and sell on the black market. I was pretty good at it as well. Although we all make mistakes and mine landed me in jail for petty theft. It wasn't a heinous crime and I would've been out in a couple of years. However, because the Queen makes it a habit to pardon criminals once a year with her court, I was chosen to have my sentence reduced. It was then that my adopted mother met me and decided I was too young to be scrounging around the gutter for my next meal. She put me through schooling and training and I became the person I am today. And that's how I ended up being Lord Minho's adopted sibling. Now, how Princess Eunsong found this out is beyond me. She's not very intelligent. But as I said before, I care about you and the reputation of the royal family. I was not about to have you learn about my past at a royal ball in front of hundreds of strangers."

He was taken aback by your story. He couldn't imagine what you must have gone through and how much adversity you must have faced to get where you are today. He couldn't help but admire you even more than he already did.

"That's an impressive tale." He mumbled, unsure of what to say.

"I hope that by telling you all of this, you can stop wallowing in your self pity and you can return to the shining, lovely young man I met at the ball a week ago." You toss him a wink which makes him blush.

"I'm sure I will." He mutters.

"Good. Now, shall we finish tea with where we left off last week?" You ask as you pour him a cup of tea.

"May I ask one more question?"

"By all means, please do."

"You sound proud of the adversity you faced and how you fought to get to where you are today. Why not just have Princess Eunsong tell everyone? I would have understood." He asks, cocking his head to the side.

You smile and shake your head. "Besides wanting to protect your family, it also wasn't her news to tell. The truth will come out eventually, especially if we allow this courtship to continue, but I want to be the one to tell my story. Does that make sense?"

He nods and takes the cup of tea you hand to him. He then pauses, the cup half raised to his lips. "Wait, this courtship?"

You chuckle, obscuring your smile with your own teacup. "Of course. I wouldn't have asked to dance with you last week if I wasn't interested in you. And with how we danced all night, I'm confident you're interested in me as well."

With a bright blush and an even brighter smile, he replied, "Well, I would be lying if I said I wasn't. And I do so hate lying."

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loislane41319 · 7 months

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Fear.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Wordcount: 3094

Summary: The first time Dean sees you scared.

Warnings: Typical Supernatural stuff. Vampires, beheading vampires, death, deep feelings of guilt, loss of loved ones.

Note: I'm sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything. All three of my best friends recently moved away and I've been going to therapy for, among other things, ADHD.

Last week I had my last therapie session and, while I wrote this a few weeks ago, today I finally finished editing it!

Thank you so much for waiting for me and I really hope you'll enjoy this.

For those who'd like something less violent I am working on a dad!Spencer Reid story. I don't know when I'll post that though.

Story:

Fear is a funny thing. It can just appear out of nowhere or it can sneak up on you, like some virus that you’re not aware of until after it’s caused an infection. Fear is a feeling, but unlike happiness or anger it always comes with a bodily reaction. Depending on the situation and the person, the body can react to fear in different ways. For instance, when you come eye to eye with a tiger, you might feel your chest start to tighten. This means your muscles are getting ready to take action, possibly in the form of fighting or in the form of running away. Others might start to sweat excessively, so that their bodies will stay cool while running and then there’s the kind of person who will drop to the ground and play dead. Now, when encountering a tiger the latter method is useless, because tigers will sneak up on you and attack from behind. However when you encounter a female bear protecting her cubs, pretending to be dead is exactly the way to go.

Now, these reactions stem from a long time ago when humans regularly came in contact with wild animals, because we lived amongst them and they were a source of food. Nowadays however, we might react to having a job interview or giving a presentation in the same way our ancestors would while encountering a sabre-toothed tiger. That is, unless your job is to hunt ghosts, demons or other supernatural beings.

Of course, these hunters are humans so they know fear. Probably even better than normal folk. The thing about hunters is that, while they are afraid, they don’t show it. They can’t, otherwise whatever creature they’re hunting will gain the upper hand. So, while learning what monsters are out there and how to beat them, a hunter will learn how to handle their fear. They’ll learn to keep their breathing under control, so they won’t start hyperventilating and panic, but they’ll be able to keep thinking clearly. They learn to think on their feet, so that, even when a creature does gain the upper hand, they can turn the tables just as fast. And most of all, they learn that being scared is okay, because their own fear won’t kill them, but whatever creature they’re facing might.

You are one of those hunters. You’ve been hunting for almost two decades and you’re good at it. You were also a mystery. You had some impressive kills to your name and so other hunters starting talking about you, but no one actually knew you. Rumours were spread and you were made out to be some kind of superhuman. Eventually, the word most used to describe you, was fearless.

The rumours eventually also reached the Winchesters. Dean was not only impressed, but intrigued by the stories he heard and his desire to meet you kept growing the more he heard about you. Sam however, had his doubts about the rumours floating around and would rather focus on facts.

Dean was granted his wish though. Four months ago you met the brothers while working the same case. You got along well and after working together and solving the case you worked together more and more.

While drinking a beer on the hood of his car, you even opened up to Dean about losing your mother as a child and since he went through something similar, you two became very close. Bit by bit you pulled away the veil that you had draped over your past. You shared stories about your family , your pain, but not your fear. Never your fear. To you, fear was something you couldn’t allow yourself to feel. Instead of learning to deal with it, you had taught yourself to bury it, deep down inside of you where no one, not even you, could get to it. And it worked. You killed vampires, ghosts, werewolves and demons all on your own. It didn’t even matter how many there were, you would always get the job done. Until one fateful night.

You and the Winchesters were working a case that involved multiple bodies, found with bite marks and without blood. The culprit was a vampire. That you knew almost instantly. What you didn’t know however, was how many there were or where they were held up. After the third victim was found, you realised all the bodies were left around an old abandoned factory and you decided to investigate.

Ever since you entered the town though, the hairs on the back of your neck had stood up straight. Why? You didn’t know. You just felt like something was off, but since you had no idea what, you shrugged it off and focused on the job you had to do.

The second you found yourself at the factory though, your heart started banging in your chest, harder than it ever had. But, as always, you shoved the feeling down and kept going. There were three buildings in the area and you decided to clear them together, one by one. The first building was empty. When you thought you had cleared the second building, suddenly you were pushed to the ground. You managed to catch yourself, but as your hands hit the ground, an image flashed through your brain. You saw your hands on the exact same floor except everything was covered in blood. What was going on? Within a second you were back to reality, without any idea what had just happened. Your skin was now clammy, your breathing heavy and you were sweating profusely. “Y/N, you okay?” You heard Dean ask. You got up and after turning around you noticed a beheaded body and blood dripping off of Sam’s machete. It was a vampire that had pushed you down. “Yeah, I’m fine. Let’s get to the last building.” You answered and all three of you kept going.

You walked over to the third building and stood next to Dean as Sam opened the door. Before entering, you swallowed hard, trying to calm yourself down. For a split second, you wondered if you should let Sam and Dean handle this building without you, but you immediately threw that thought out of the window. How could you even think about leaving your friends just when things got difficult?

The second you entered the factory hall, you felt like you had walked into a wall. You staggered backwards, slamming your back into the wall behind you as your brain was flooded with images of this very hall covered in blood and remains. Suddenly you heard your brother. He was screaming, vampires were growling and suddenly you were on the ground and the blood was gone. The next second you could see Sam and Dean fighting some vamps, but you couldn’t tell what was real anymore. You saw a vampire coming straight at you, but you weren’t sure if it was really there, so you had no idea what to do. You pressed yourself against the wall, pulling your knees against your chest. In an attempt to make everything stop, you covered your ears and closed your eyes, hiding your face between your knees.

As the last vampire’s head hit the floor, Dean started looking for you and Sam. He found his brother first, standing over another dead vampire a few feet away. “You okay?” Sam asked. “Yeah” Dean answered and he was about to ask where you were when he heard you whimpering. “No, no, no. Go away, leave me alone.” You mumbled. For a second Dean wasn’t sure if you were actually you. You were hyperventilating, tears were streaming down your face and you looked so small Dean could barely recognise the strong, powerful woman he had gotten to know in the last few months. Both brothers ran toward you and knelt down next to you. “Hey, Y/N? It’s Dean. It’s safe now. Nothing’s gonna hurt you. Can you open your eyes for me?” Dean softly asked. Somehow, through all the screaming and the blood and the violence in your head Dean’s voice was crystal clear. Like a light in the darkest night you tried your best to focus on his voice and you let him guide you back to reality. “Dean?” You managed to get out through sort breaths. “Yeah, Y/N, it’s me. It’s okay. Try to breathe.” He told you. You slowly looked up at him and while everything outside of you was calm and quiet, your body was still a complete chaos on the inside. “I-I can’t.” You told Dean as your right hand found your heart. “Yes you can. Here.” Dean said. He took your hand from your heart and placed it over his own. “Try to match my breathing. You can do this, I know you can.” He told you and you tried your best, but your erratic breathing didn’t change. Dean looked at his brother, wordlessly asking him for help. Sam held his hands up, wordlessly telling his brother he didn’t know how. Dean looked back to you. His heart broke seeing you like this and it hurt so much more because he couldn’t help you. He racked his brain, trying to think of anything that might help you.

Suddenly, an idea popped into this head. It may have been the most ridiculous, dumb idea he ever had, but he had to help you and there was nothing else he could think of. Still holding your hand over his heart, Dean laid his other hand in your neck and pressed his lips against yours.

In the last for months Dean had loved getting to know you. He deeply enjoyed hanging out with you and felt honoured every time you told him something about yourself you hadn’t told anyone else. He had wanted to ask you out for two months now, but had never found the courage to do that. About a week ago you were working on another case. You had found changelings and after killing the mother, one of the human kids didn’t want to leave their cage. It was a little, four-year-old girl and Dean couldn’t help but stare at you as you talked to her. “I know you’re scared and your mommy isn’t here right now, but I can take you to her.” You told her. “But there are scary people out there.” The little girl whispered. “I know, but I will be with you the whole way, so I can protect you, okay?” You asked her. “Even from him?” She whispered back, pointing at Dean. A small smile appeared on your face. “I know he seems scary, but that’s my friend Dean. He won’t hurt you, I promise.” You told her and as you took the girl into your arms, Dean realised he didn’t just like you. He was falling in love with you.

As he let you go, you could finally take a deep breath in. You took a few moments to steady your breathing and then you noticed the two faces staring questioningly at you. “Y/N, what happened?” Sam asked you. “Not here. I gotta get out of here first.” You told the brothers, shaking your head. They nodded and the three of you got up and left.

About an hour later, you were back at the motel. You and Dean had both taken showers and Sammy had gotten the dinner you were now enjoying. You made smalltalk for a few minutes, until Sam decided to address the elephant in the room. “Y/N, can you please tell us what happened? I mean, in the months that we’ve known you we’ve seen you kill all kinds of creatures, including vampires, without braking a sweat and tonight you had a full blown panic attack. Do you even know what caused it?” He asked. You softly sighed and nodded, knowing you could get around it any longer. “I grew up in a family of hunters. As you know, my mom died when I was little and so my dad and my brother started hunting together, leaving me at whatever seedy motel room we were staying in. One day, when I was fifteen, I decided I was old enough to join them. They didn’t agree, so I figured I’d prove it to them. They were after a vampire and I had overheard them talking about where they thought it would be that night. A few hours later, I snuck out and went there. The vampire was held up somewhere in an old factory. Three buildings and lots of ground to cover.”

“The place we were tonight.” Sam filled in. You nodded. “Yeah. I noticed the lights were on in the third building, so I went in. I found my dad and brother inside and it turned out there wasn’t just one vampire. There were five of them. The moment one of them noticed me, I screamed. It ran straight at me, but my brother managed to kill it in time.

My dad however, had gotten distracted by my scream, giving another vamp enough time to stab him. My brother yelled at me to run, but there were still three vamps left. I did what he told me and waited for him outside, but he never came out. He was barely eighteen. He saved my life twice in one night and had to make up for it with his own.” You felt a tear slide down your face and fell quiet. “And all of that happened in the building we were in tonight?” Sam asked. You nodded. “I always felt like their deaths were my fault, because if I hadn’t screamed, they’d still be here. So I decided I couldn’t be scared anymore.” You admitted. “Y/N, I’m so sorry.” Sam told you. Dean took your hand, causing you look at him. “I’m so sorry about that, Y/N, but their deaths aren’t your fault, they’re the vamps fault and it’s okay to be scared. Everyone gets scared sometimes, you just can’t let that stop you.” He told you sincerely. “I mean, you’re sitting next to a guy who shits his pants every time the Plucky Pennywhistle’s commercial plays.” Dean added grinning. “Haha. Here’s an idea. Take Dean on a flight. He’ll scream like a little girl the whole way.” Sam bit back, got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

The silence that followed was heavy. Dean cleared his throat and started gathering the fast-food wrappers that were all over the table. As he got up to throw them away, you decided you had to get something off of your chest. “Dean, how did you know kissing me would help me breathe?” You asked as you turned to him. He just shrugged. “Read it somewhere, I think.” He mumbled. “So, it was just that? Just a way to get me to take deeper breaths?” You asked, getting up and walking towards him. “Yeah, I was just trying to-“ You turned him towards you and softly pressed your lips against his, effectively cutting him off. He kissed you back, dropping the towel he was holding in the sink and wrapping his arm around your waist. One of your hands found its way into his hair, while the other intertwined both of your fingers. Then you pulled back. “I’m sorry, I did not mean to, I’d-“ You tried to walk away, but had somehow forgotten you were still holding Deans hand. “Not so fast. I have something to admit. I didn’t just kiss you to stop you from panicking. I didn’t know what to do and I wanted to kiss you before it was too late.” Dean said while walking closer to you. “Really?” You asked him. “Yeah. I’ve wanted to ask you out for months, but I was so scared of losing you that I kept chickening out. So, this is me, not letting my fear stop me. Y/N, will you go out with me? Because I think I’m falling for you.” You were so close, your foreheads and noses touched and you could feel Dean’s breath against your lips as he talked. You pressed another kiss to his lips and a smile appeared on his face. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you. And Dean? I fell for you four months ago.” You told him. Dean kissed you again and then you finally let go of his hand. “We should get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.” You told him, trying not to laugh at the pout on his face.

The moment the door closed behind you, you felt cold. Part of you wanted to get back inside and stay with Dean until the morning and another part you was yelling at you because it’s just one night. You could be without him for that long, couldn’t you? So, you went to your own room and got ready for bed. Once in bed, though, you couldn’t sleep. You kept tossing and turning and for whatever reason you were freezing. After a few minutes, you decided enough was enough. You got out of bed and made your way back to Sam and Deans room. The light was still on and Sam was still in the shower. Dean was in bed flipping though channels. His hand disappeared under his pillow when the door opened, until he noticed it was you. “Hey, what’s up?” He asked and turned off the tv. “Hey, can I sleep here tonight?” You asked softly. Then you saw the most adorable thing you had seen in a while. Deans eyes started shining and his lips turned into the sweetest smile. “Come here.” He said. He held up a corner of the blanket and moved back as you crawled into bed next to him. The first moments were a little awkward as Dean was laying with his back toward the edge of the bed and you laid with your back towards him. He loosely laid an arm around your waist and waited to see how you’d react. You took his hand, intertwined your fingers and pulled it against your heart. Then you softly kissed Dean’s knuckles and the awkwardness melted away. Dean wrapped his other arm around you too and pulled you against his chest. “Goodnight, handsome.” You whispered. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Dean whispered back and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. Not two minutes later you were both fast asleep when Sam came out of the bathroom. He immediately noticed you in his brothers bed and couldn’t help but smile. Finally.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #vampire #fearless #guilt #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #friends to lovers #rumors

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aquabuggy · 10 months

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“Imagination, life is your creation”

Say, what band was it that wrote that song again? Escapes me… Oh well, anyways,

Happy Barbie Movie Release Day!

It’s nice to feel excited about something again.

It’s not every day you see a toy product centered movie gaining this much positive attention, much less one that deals in the existential horror of being alive. Which is, actually, exactly what I expected out of it and am very happy to see.

Barbie’s probably one of if not the most recognizable and successful product Mattel has, and it’s been that way for decades. But why am I talking about that here? This is a things-full-of-liquid-with-heavy-emphasis-on-water-games blog!

Well, you’re not gonna believe it, but Mattel being a toy company that’s been around for this long, has actually dabbled a bit in our territory! And they actually made a good couple of water games themed around a certain blonde blue eyed doll and her best friends!

So! Without further ado, may I present to you……..

Polly Pocket Tiny Games!

What? Was that not where you thought that was going?

Believe it or not, there really aren’t many Barbie water games at all, just cheaply reskinned ring toss games with a Barbie backdrop…which is both baffling and disappointing considering Barbie has had COUNTLESS beach, pool, sea, and just general water themes. Polly Pocket though? Got 6. You may recognize these if you’re a veteran of this blog.

Being one of Mattel’s latest ventures in water games, my sources tell me that these were actually received incredibly poorly, averaging at a 2-3 star rating. While definitely cute and unique, reviews often mention that the games seem to be designed more for aesthetics than actual play, and that it’s very hard to get some of the play pieces to actually move. Not too surprising looking at those cramped tanks. Wasted potential for sure!

Ohhh but I can’t just end the post there can I? That’s such a bummer! Well, what if I told you this wasn’t the first time Mattel tried their hand at making water games? What if I told you that in 1989 Mattel was one of the few big toy companies that actually dared to challenge the reign of Tomy’s Waterfuls during the peak of its popularity? Oh it’s very true, and considering you’ve probably never heard of it, you can safely assume how that endeavor went. But it’s intriguing nonetheless!

Introducing….

[ photo credit- rww121212, lb-squared, whats-in, and gilbe-niema on eBay ]

Trouble Bubbles/Fun Bubbles

Documentation of these online is mostly limited to listings on buy-and-sell sites (As always. I can’t stress how vital these sites are to conserving lost/obscure media.) so there’s not a lot known about these, and not many pictures of them either. What I can gather is that Mattel made at least 6 of these as well, 3 Trouble Bubbles games and 3 Super Trouble Bubbles games. The main difference between the 2 being Super Trouble Bubbles having a small switch that allows you to redirect the jets of water, which is pretty cool and admittedly not something I’ve seen in other water games! Both also have a wind up timer to challenge yourself to complete the game in a short period.

I’ve yet to collect one of these myself, but they look pretty decent in terms of quality and stand out nicely. They never fully took off in terms of popularity but I think they’re pretty cool, especially as a piece of toy history! Not too shabby at all for Waterfuls competition, my hat’s off to them! Not bad Mattel, sad they haven’t recaptured the same inventiveness for their Polly games. But hey, honestly? Nowadays would be a GREAT time to bring back Trouble Bubbles if you ask me. Water games are coming back in style and Waterfuls has been slow in new major products for quite a while. Who knows? It may just be able to snag that crown sometime in the future…

Unlikely.

But hey, anything’s possible in this crazy age!

#aqua #aquacore #water toys #water games #toy aqua #aqua toys #water ring toss #water ring game #water ball game #water catch game #colored text

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Man Suang timeline

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April 29

Pond: Man Suang. Few more queues to go. It’s a very hot and dusty period. After Songkran, my body has been broken all the time. I have lost weight and got slimmer more than before. Today my body just feels like it is about to recover 100%. I am very sick, but I have to carry my body to direct all the queues. But the working atmosphere with good and talented people really helps to heal the mind and increase energy. There are only good-hearted people in this group. All parts are important. Even the caretaker of the mobile air conditioner works hard to reduce the temperature under 40°C for the team because the weather always breaks the air conditioner. The team who provides water and prepares ice cream snacks is fighting too. We've almost done it, everyone.

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Two new articles came out:

You can fully read them here and here but i’m posting the new additions below:

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The word "Suang" comes from the ancient Chinese language which is still used in some Asian regions as a surname.

Man Suang or Maen Suang is the king of the Suang Kingdom who is in conflict with Phimphisakhon, the king of the Son Kingdom.

The two are the main characters in the Thai classic poem called “Lilit Phra Po” (which can be translated in “The Story of a Royal Hero”) with 3,870 lines, set in the Ayutthaya period.

It is estimated that this poem was written in the late 15th century or early 16th century and the author is still unknown nowadays.

The main content of this poem is about a romance story which, you guessed it, ends tragically due to political intrigue. (*cries in despair 😭*)

To be sure, the storyline will not completely follow Lilit Phra Po's poem because Man Suang is the first original script made by the BOC production house.

👀👀👀👀

May 2

The illustrator of Man Suang shared this video of the quiet atmosphere surrounding the filming location:

May 3

#the article was reposted by pond so it’s reliable #👀#kinnporsche #mileapo #man suang #mileapo movie

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.12 Mukami Ruki Animate Tokuten CD

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 12 無神ルキアニメイト各巻購入特典ドラ

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 12 Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai

Translator’s note: What better date spot for Ruki than a book cafe? This man really has an obsession with literature after all. I’m not much of a reader myself, but Ruki’s natural charms could probably win me over to start reading more lol. I do wish the CD elaborated more on the picture book which the MC gave him though. It was really cute how she sees him in such a different light than he sees himself and it got me intrigued about the actual plot of the story. Unfortunately, it got completely forgotten afterwards as the focus shifted to the book Ruki picked out for her instead.

The two of you are at a cafe.

*Thud*

“I was somewhat worried that there might not be any open seats given the small size of the cafe, but we got lucky.”

You note that it is a very nice cafe.

“Yes. It’s a lovely store, isn’t it? I have always wanted to take you here. The library section over there is part of the interior, allowing you to enjoy a good book while also having a cup of coffie or tea.”

You tell him these kind of stores are rising in popularity.

“Is that so? I had no idea these kind of book cafes were popular nowadays.”

A waiter approaches them.

*Thud*

“Ah, we’d like to order. For me...Hm. A decanter of mandheling coffee, please. What about you?”

You frown.

“Having a hard time deciding?”

You nod.

“Simply pick whatever you enjoy. ...However, I do not dislike how you are asking for my advice. Let me think. ...How about this red smoothie for you? I believe the berry base will make for a light drink. Besides, red is truly your color.”

You ask him what he means by that.

“Heh. No hidden meaning. If you have no issues with it, I’ll place our order. ...Okay. I would like one of these for her.”

The waiter leaves.

“Well then, why don’t we go pick out some books next?”

The two of you get up.

*Rustle*

“Hm? What’s the matter?”

You explain.

“Once again, you have come up with quite the strange suggestion. You want to pick out books for each other...In other words, you will choose a book which you want me to read?”

You nod.

“I do not mind, however, where is this suddenly coming from?”

You start blushing.

“Huh? Why get embarrassed about it now? Ahー I get it. To pick out a book for someone, you need to have a solid grasp of their interests and thoughts. One has to really think it through, trying to imagine what the other person would enjoy. I assume you want to enjoy seeing me go to such extends for you?”

You shake your head.

“I am not too far off, am I? You want me to pay mind to you, don’t you? Not a bad suggestion. In return, you should wreck your head picking out a book for me as well. I am sure you are aware what will happen...if you choose a book which is not to my liking?”

You flinch.

“Hah...Well, good luck looking for a book which fancies my tastes.”

*TIMESKIP*

You return.

“Heh. You sure took your sweet time. Our drinks have long arrived to the table.”

*Rustle*

“Oh? You went for a rather hefty-looking piece of literature. Is it a picture book?”

You nod and explain.

“I see. When you say it is a book you read as a child, it does pique my interest. However...I did not expect you to match me with a picture book.”

You start to panic.

“Don’t worry, I know. You went to the section with academic studies first, didn’t you? I saw you pick out one book after the other, dropping your shoulders in defeat. I assume you tried to go for something a little more sophisticated to fit my interests, but you failed to grasp the contents of them yourself, hence why you chose a different approach.”

You ask him if he was watching.

“Yes, I was watching? ...Is there a problem with that? ...Heh. Your face is bright red. It’s not like I’m not aware of your ignorance on the topic. Besides, I think it was a wise decision of you to go for something a little more in your comfort zone, rather than to force yourself to pick a difficult piece of literature.

...So, what is so fascinating about this picture book?”

*Flip*

“It is very colorful, that is for sure. So much so, I’d call it somewhat of a misfit for me.”

You frown.

“Eh...? ...! It fits me? I have a hard time seeing that. Personally, I would argue that black, white and other monotones fit me much better. I am that kind of man after all.”

You disagree.

“You think so? That’s unexpected. Do I really give off such a vibrant image to you? ...I wonder if I have begun to change from spending time with you? I shall gladly read this picture book.”

You nod.

“Why do you seem so happy? ...Once a strange girl, always a strange girl, I suppose. ...Oh, right. I have yet to give you your book. For you, I have picked out Plato’s ‘The Apology of Socrates’.”

You seem intimidated by the book.

“Your expression visibly changed. No need to be so nervous. It is actually much easier of a book than you might assume. I believe that by comparing the trial and the way the characters’ express their beliefs at court as described in the book with your own personal situation will make for an interesting interpretation of this Classic. ーー After all, you were thrown in the Vampire’s den, your life now in their hands. It might actually help teach you a thing or two.”

You get upset.

“I am only joking. Don’t take my words so seriously. I simply hope that this could serve as a leaway to introduce you to the world of philosophy. Go ahead and take a peek instead.”

*Flip*

“What do you think? ーー Although I suppose that is an unnecessary question. You are frowning. To think you would struggle from the second you turned the first page. ...Oh well, I suppose it cannot be helped.”

Ruki gets up.

“Allow me to take a seat next to you.”

*Thud*

“What’s making it so difficult for you? I’ll explain to you as you read.”

You seem flustered by the closeness.

“What’s the matter? The book is slipping from your hands. I’ll suppor your hands, so keep a tight grip, okay?”

*Rustle*

“...Hm? Is it just me, or is your face even redder than before? Don’t tell me...You’re not nervous simply because our hands are touching, are you?”

You explain.

Ahー I see. I’m sitting too close to you, correct? You do have a point. However, the book is too difficult for you to understand on your own, right? In which case, we will have to stay like this until we’ve gone through the entire thing.”

You ask for his help.

“Heh. ...Such a charming reaction. I’ll show some mercy and leave the teasing at this for today.”

Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Oh? You’ve only realized just now. Of course I did it on purpose. If I selected a difficult book, you would definitely seek out help from me. I could imagine your innocent reaction if I were to sit down next to you and read along from the same book...The end result was very much worth it.”

You pout.

“No need to sulk. This is just my way of showing that I was thinking of you when I picked the book. When thinking of you and the feelings you trigger within myself, I felt a strong desire to simply spend time by your side.”

*Rustle*

“I want to feel your touch, even by something as simple as holding your hands like this. To feel your warmth. ...I simply could not stop those feelings from welling up inside of me. I suppose I truly have changed quite a bit ever since meeting you.”

You look up at him.

“Hm? What’s the matter? If you want to say something, go ahead.”

You admit to feeling the same way.

“You feel the same way? How so?”

You explain.

“Heh. ...I see. In that case, let us stay like this for a bit. We can read a book just fine even while holding hands like this. Spending our afternoon drowning in a sea of words together does not sound half way.”

*Smooch*

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ruki mukami #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd

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fanfic-gallery · 2 years

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Can i request smut prompt “I never imagined you to be so sensitive, but I love it.” with Beelzebub and fem reader? <3 [if not fem then genderfluid]

First time? [NSFW MDNI]

✎ Beelzebub x Reader

✎ The ‘devil’s drink’ a specialized drink that the ramen house Beel had been going to recently have all it’s regulars slamming heaps of cash on the table.. but what’s all this hype about?

✎ Tags: smut, fem! reader, succubus! reader, client x prostitute dynamic

✎ CW: porn with plot, dom! reader, sub! beel, slight non-con/dub-con, handjob, indications of blowjob

: ̗̀➛ Manager's/Author's note: Gosh, my writings are getting sloppier as time goes on- apologies in advance（；´д｀）ゞ [Just a reminder for those who want to participate in the 100+ followers event, please hand in your request by 6 June!]

“Beel, where are you going?”

“Out for ramen.”

“This late at night??”

The daily travels out town all started when he stumbled across a little back alley restaurant in the outskirts of the city. Despite it’s small popularity, when put through reviews on the web it was met with praise for service and cuisine. How could he say no to that?

That’s when he met you, a young succubus that decided to dedicate your life time to run a this small establishment. You were amazing company during his meals, your cheery nature and humor always made his bowl of freshly cooked noodles a little more tastier every time. Though he does wonder why you wore your kimono like that, the collar slipping further and further displaying more and more of the doughy cleavage of your chest.

He does have to be honest, he doesn’t mind the show..

But as your friend, he does advise not to-

The more he visits, secrets unravel. Only a few days ago did he figure out there was a hidden menu, filled to the brim with other set meals he could enjoy and devour. Through many regulars he found out the restaurant’s specialty was called the ‘devil’s drink’ which in term as they say was quite refreshing to most, and ever spicy when time goes on.

Beel was quite intrigued of course, especially sneaking glances of customers climbing up to the second floor, he had been quite captivate of what’s up there, the sounds of sudden banging and creaking of the ceiling boards furthering his suspicions. Even after asking you about, you just shrug it off, claiming it’s just staff cleaning infestations disturbing business nowadays.

But does the thoughts in his head really spoil his appetite..

Maybe he should just try this drink once..

It can’t be that bad, right?

Right..?

“Wait.. didn’t you say this was a bAR-” You giggled at his little gasp in shock, tongue licking your lips staining them in saliva, lustful eyes conjoined with a malicious smirk. Beel turned, lilac gaze sunk in confusion, demanding your actions be explained which in turn only earned him a chuckle instead.

“You ordered the ‘devil’s drink’, or am I wrong?” Beel slowly nodded, arms trying to retract but to no avail. Without much though, you swiftly reached for his sweats, tugging his belt to the side and dragging down the clothing. Your other free hand trailed beneath his shirt, tracing his toned skin, circling the rim of one of his nipples before pinching at the soft bud with a moderate strength of force.

“hah.. y-Y/N, what are you doing~”

“You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to ravish you, my dear~ From the first day you step foot into this place, I knew I had to make you my new little toy~”

“W-wait.. this place isn’t a- ah~”

“Ting ting ting, this is a brothel, you silly~ we just happen to sell food to lure more customers in, lure more innocent flies into our web~”

You spun the male around, hands hastily pushing at his coat and overalls, ‘causing the demon to squirm and shimmy under your touch, in terms pushing his saggy pants down further. Your eyes couldn’t help but dilate at the vast bulge protruding from his undergarments, index lingering and drawing it’s shape through the cloth.

Beel stared in embarrassment, face so flushed he could explode from how much his blood is boiling within, saliva threatening to spill out from his constant groaning and griddling in his bottom lip between his jaws. Which intently didn’t help when your fingers gripped onto his fairly lubed cock, pumping it little by little, enveloping his flushed skin in the warmth of your palms.

“Oooh~ I actually expect something small, but ohhh this passed all my expectations~~~”

You smothered your chest against him, the collar of your kimono drooping with every inch closer, drawing in the drooling demon into a heat dance of tongues. Beel groaned in defeat, his will to fight withering away, frame sinking further beneath you when your pace on his dick increased. Slowly but surely leading to white creamy fluids drenching your hand and the wooden flooring.

“I never imagined you to be so sensitive.. ” Beel huffed away from the sudden climax, lilac eyes shakily reading your next movements. Knees completely kneeling on the ground before you, grabbing hold of the demon’s waist, positioning his head right in between your flushed lips.

“But I love it~~~” You squealed, feeling your dripping cunt pulsing in ecstasy. You shuffle closer, littering Beel’s exposed thighs with sloppy kisses and blossoming hickeys, leading and trailing towards his soaked yet painfully stiff cock.

“Don’t worry Beelie, I’ll be at your service as long as you like, even if this package is a one per order deal~~~”

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BL/QL Ask game : The Ugly, the Bad and the Worst

Tagged by @clara-maybe-ontheroad to start some trouble. There are a lot of these, so I'm mostly going to do quick hits and maybe expand on a few that really get me going.

The categories are:

Worst soundtrack / weirdest song choice in a BL

It would be easier to list the BL soundtracks that are not horrible (offense intended).

Most cringe-inducing line (cute)/Most cringe-inducing line (actually bad)

I'm so bad at remembering specific lines of dialogue unless I think they're beautiful/heart-wrenching, so I got nothing.

Most stupid decision made by a character

In a BL?? Baby, I do not have all day.

Worst plot line

Hmmm I'm gonna give in to recency bias and say faking amnesia to get your fiancé to love you again after you iced him out and denied him sex for four years because of your tiger attack-related PTSD (no I am not making that up, never change actually Naughty Babe).

The most problematic show you've watched

Problematic is in the eye of the beholder, so honestly who can say.

A show people love but you find bad

LOLOLOL. There are. So many. Probably the one with the wildest fandom fervor :: Shan personal enjoyment ratio is KinnPorsche.

A show people find bad but you will defend

Theory of Love and y'all stay wrong about this. It is easily one of the best early Thai bls and the writing, character development, and narrative structure are all excellent, but people hate slutty characters so they can't deal with it.

A show that is just objectively bad but you enjoyed it/were horny/because of that one character

Why r u? What can I say, I'm a Fighter/Tutor girlie.

A bad show that you kept watching because you were intrigued/fascinated

Hmmm I usually just drop it if I'm truly not having fun. I guess you could count me finishing Minato's Laundromat 2 despite knowing any hope for it was over at the end of episode 9. I just needed to see how mad I was going to be in the end (pretty damn mad).

A bad show that you would still recommend

There is too much BL nowadays to be trifling with the bad shit.

The character that ruined a show the most/most awful character that you hated

PLERN PLENG (Together With Me). cc: @bengiyo the co-president of the Plern Pleng antis.

Most awful character that you loved

Boston, a beautiful chaos demon (Only Friends).

A character that wasn't awful but that you just don't like

Anyone played by Podd or Jimmy (it's their faces I can't stand them sorry to those men).

A hero that should have been a villain

This is an interesting one! I’m not sure this counts, but I’ll just say I did not love the way The Untamed white washed Wei Wuxian and removed his culpability for all his worst choices (I recognize this was largely due to censorship). I much prefer the more morally complex and deeply flawed version of him we got in MDZS.

A morally bad character you're into/you're not into and you wish people would stop being into

I don't believe in holding fictional characters to real life moral standards. Bad behavior makes for good stories.

The show that disappointed you the most

Let me take this opportunity to drag Plus & Minus again, a show that had all the right ingredients to be a top tier friends to lovers narrative and absolutely blew it to do some beyond clichéd noble idiocy and breakup bs that violated character and undercut the relationship to such a degree that I can never rewatch or enjoy anything about it again.

The Worst Show of Them All Because of Your Own Reasons

Hmm I do not have one. It's rare for me to not be able to find something of value in any media I consume.

Tagging @chickenstrangers @sorry-bonebag @kayatoasted @blmpff @twig-tea in case you want to play!

#tag game #bl ask game

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Superbad, 2007

a personal favorite film

The film that I have decided to rediscover is the movie Superbad starring Jonah Hill, Michael Cera, and Christopher Mintz-Plasse. They star alongside Seth Rogan who happens to be one of the three writers who created the screenplay for the film. Seth and his childhood friend, Evan Goldberg, decided to write this film together as it reflected on the high school experience they had with each other, along with some dramatics added for entertainment. Something I found to be very interesting about the movie was that it took around 12 years to fully make from writing to filming all together. Seth Rogen had even possibly thought about playing the role of himself in it, which. ended up being given to Jonah Hill It depicts a somewhat coming of age moment in life as well as showing adolescence and the beauty of friendship in a way. When I first saw the movie, I believe I was around 15 or 16, and I had watched it with my best friend at the time on a movie website called Watch Party in which you can watch the same movie at the same exact time as someone and you are able to chat about it as you are watching it. I think the combination of watching it with my best friend and us being able to comment on it together and experiencing high school at the same time, it kind of felt really just fun and entertaining. Looking back on it now, it really just feels nostalgic. I tend to rewatch it whenever I want a pick me up or a good laugh, and it always takes me back to a point in life when I was in high school and the nostalgia is something I will carry with me with each rewatch. It seems weird that a silly movie like Superbad would leave a strong impact on me, but I love it. I have also introduced the movie to more friends who haven't already seen it, and they always end up loving it, which makes me happy as well.

The movie seemed to have been met with great critical acclaim. It was almost an outright hit as a film and did very well. When it comes to numbers, the film had a domestic opening of $33,052,411 and ended up grossing $121,463,226 overall, according to Box Office Mojo. Seth Rogan being a big name already is somewhat what drew people's attention toward the film as he had been previously partaking in other movies that did well. A mix of actors was also intriguing to viewers, as Emma Stone is also a supporting actor throughout the movie. Something that assisted the return of investment was simply by the genre of the movie, comedy. The film was primarily a comedy, relying on its witty dialogue, raunchy humor, and absurd situations to entertain audiences. This comedic approach appealed to a wide demographic, particularly younger audiences. I feel like nowadays the film industry is heavily lacking in comedies, unless I am simply missing them. In the early to mid 2000’s, I feel as though comedy was so much more apparent and frequent and I hope it can make a return. "Superbad" blends conventional comedy elements with unconventional humor and character dynamics. While it follows a typical narrative structure and features familiar high school archetypes, its raunchy humor and realistic portrayal of teenage life set it apart. The film's unique tone and fresh character interactions contribute to its unconventional appeal within the comedy genre. The only real limiting factor I would say that possibly prevented bringing in more viewers was the R-rating that this movie holds. The movie is pretty raunchy and the language that is used very clearly depicts a movie that would be rated-r. Something interesting I discovered was that Spider-Man 3 premiered this year as well and it had become the top grossing movie of 2007, with Superbad a bit down the list at 21.

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Upon rewatching, I find myself with the same feelings as before, in the most positive way. I simply love the movie, and it definitely stands as one of my most watched movies ever and a comfort movie I always turn to. Like stated previously, it now holds a lot of nostalgia for my own adolescence and it feels really cool to watch it again and somehow feel like how I did when I was 15 watching it for the first time on a random day. Something I noticed this time when watching it was how much I enjoyed how the movie timeline was only one day, and it felt like I was going through the whole day with them as a viewer, and I just love when movies do that.

#Youtube

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khalixvitae · 9 months

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i actually hated vil when i first got into twst lmfaoaooa. then it grew into mere tolerance for him, then interest. i was intrigued by his character design, but that was it for the longest time UNTIL i played chapter 5 and chapter 6 and it suddenly fucking hit me??? like i could tell you very confidently that rook was my absolute favorite at the start of the year so it was absolutely crippling for vil to give me just as bad rabies. i even drew him more! i analyzed him more! i cannot count the times ive screamed about him with other people on tumblr, discord, and instagram! if you asked 80% of these people who my favorite was they wouldn't even say rook it'd be vil. (rook is a different story im SO crazy about him i am unable to talk about him otherwise my body will produce a reaction equivalent to walking into an electric fence.) anyways guys this is just a reminder that if you like rook/vil you will like the other in time. it's a pipeline that happens to us all.

See anon we are two sides of the same coin- we have reverse RookVil rabies, it would seem. I was a devout follower of Vilism from like, the second we got to know him in book 5. I was an apologist before the halfway mark, I won’t lie. I wanted to pick his brain immediately. Meanwhile I initially thought Rook was ,,, odd. And his design is certainly a choice, but I digress and find him adorable nowadays. Vil’s design didn’t really catch my eye until we saw his dorm uniform- And then I was on the floor gasping for air like a washed up tuna.

But funnily enough, even with my blog theme being gothic cathedral vampire vil, most of my mutuals have come from being a Rook kisser <3 I love them both deeply, ofc

#asks !!#twst #twisted wonderland #Vil posting ！(◎_◎;)#rookism <3 #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #x reader

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Dangerously yours - Hawks/Keigo Takami x Spy!Reader P.1

Keigo Takami x Reader. (Reader is 19 years old) warnings/tags: can include themes 18+, angst.

Disclaimer: For this mini-story, I got inspired by the podcast 'Dangerously yours' sponser by Vicks. (It's available on Spotify)

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Dangerously yours

The light hit his eyes, forcing him to wake up from his perfect dream. Rubbing his eyes gently he glanced over to the woman in the bed next to him. Smiling to himself, he pulled her naked body over to his. “Morning…” She smiled, slowly opening her eyes. Pressing her chest against his, both their lips met. Her lips were soft, feeling like silk against his own. Her fingers carding through his beautiful blonde locks, as his hands were carving into her waist.

Pulling a bit apart from her soft lips, he smiled once again, admiring everything about her.

“I have to tell you something (Y/n)…” he continued under his breath. “…something that will put my life in your hands.” Raising an eyebrow at him, (Y/n) pulled herself away from his warm chest and shook her head as no. “Then don’t tell me, I prefer not knowing what it is about.”

“Well, but I love you! So, I trust you…” He smirked, gently pulling her back to his side. “And I believe you do it as well.”

“You’re quite wrong!” She panicked, looking away as her cheeks flushed with a reddish colour. “This relationship has only been an adventure to me.”

“That isn’t true…” He murmured, finding amusement in her panicked state. “It is!” She cut through his speech. Looking back at him, she spoke in such a hurry that it was hard to keep up with her words. “You smiled at me. I was flattered!” She crossed her arms over her chest. “It was only an adventure for me.”

“But you may as well take my heart, (Y/n), it's already full of you.” Rolling her eyes at him, she allowed him to continue his little serenate. “You’re a fine and honest woman, something hard to find nowadays.” Getting up, she started picking her clothes that were scattered around his bedroom floor. Putting her blouse over her head she responded. “You are such a child Keigo…You say such things while knowing nothing about me.” Nodding to herself, she got the courage to continue. “It only past three weeks since we’ve known each other…and you’re speaking of love?”

“Three weeks?” He frankly hurried close to her. “(Y/n)…I’ve known you all my life.”

“All your life…?” She spitted mockingly. “It’s true…” He said, glancing over to look into her beautiful (e/c) eyes. Gently holding her hands onto his, he gave them a gentle squeeze before saying. “I’ve seen you in a thousand movies…read you in as many books! When I heard beautiful music, I’d thought…’She’d like that’.” He couldn’t even believe himself, he was really in love with her, but he knew he shouldn’t. Unfortunately, (Y/n) was much more than a simple lover to him.

“Oh, stop! Stop that!” She exclaimed, taking her hands from his grip. “I’m not who you think I am!” She looked down, with a regretful glance. Knowing that she had a mission, and still couldn’t complete it because of that charming hero, she was the one to blame for her own foolishness. “You can’t trust me…”

“I know who sent you.” He said quite a bit later, his voice was cold and harsh. Suddenly the previous welcoming ambient in the room turned stone cold.

Feeling a shiver run down her spine, she looked at him in complete shock. “…what…”

“I’ve known all along.” He said, sitting back in his own bed. Looking at her with his intriguing gaze he continued explaining. “I had someone look you up the day we met.”

“It didn’t make any difference-“ She spoke in a trembled tone, he could almost taste the regret in her voice.

“It didn’t make any difference to me.” He sighed, running his hair through his hair, before starting to explain. “You came here to betray me and to betray your own country. That is your mission, (Y/n), and yet I am so sure of your love that I would trust you with my life.”

With a gentle nod, she answered. “I will betray you.”

There was no need to hide who she was and what her mission was now. (Y/n) was part of the League of Villains, being taken by All for one since she was a baby. To this day she still didn’t knew what made him chose her, but truth was that he saved her. Sine then she grew close to the so wanted villain, Tomura Shigaraki.

Some months ago, Shigaraki asked (Y/n) to work with Dabi on a espionage plan. Shigaraki was like a brother to her, she could never deny him anything, not after everything he did for her. So, she agreed to it, the plan was:

1. Find Hawks identity.

2. Figure how far the heroes are from finding Shigaraki.

3. Kill the n.2 hero.

And she did everything she was asked, weekly she would report information back to Dabi and so on. But now she was starting to question everything, including how much she loved the hero she was supposed to kill.

“If you do, you will betray yourself at the same time, you do know that…” He said, pulling her back to him in search for a bit of comfort from her. She nodded her head, that was now resting against his chest. “Yes…”

Brushing through her hair, he explained, in hopes to bring her to his side. “As of right now, we organized a large number of heroes. They’re just waiting for my information and sign to capture the League of Villains and Shigaraki…Everything will fall into place to destroy him.” Her eyes widen in pure shock, looking up to meet with his eyes. (Y/n) wished he was wrong, but deep down she knew he wasn’t.

“Destroy him?! No!” She knew there would come a day in which he would get caught, but she’d stick beside him either way. Even knowing the difference between right and wrong, society had to change, and you knew he was the only one who could do it.

“He’s made a great many mistakes. And the greatest of all was sending you to me (Y/n)…”

“Why..?” (Y/n) asked, clearly distressed and anxious for a response. “Because he knew I’d fall for you…but he didn’t guess the same to happen to you…” He answered, giving her a warm and welcoming smile, cupping both of her cheeks gently. It was amazing how quickly his mood could change, how deep he could make her heart sink further into her chest with simple words.

“No…he didn’t guess it…” She whispered against his lips.

His heart begun to pound, feeling of desire run through him. He trusted her, he loved her, yet he knew she still wasn’t on his side. ‘Why?’ he kept asking himself.

“And you do see that you can’t betray him…” He sighed.

“If I betray you, I betray myself…” Feeling a gently knub brush her cheek gently, she fell into his warm once more. “If I betray Shigaraki, I betray my family!”

“My family is very dear to me…” she continued.

“Dearer than i?!” He asked frankly, raising her chin to look him into his gorgeous yellow eyes. Softening her expressions upon seeing him in such state she answered. “No…not dearer than you…”

“Then will you help me defeat him?” He asked almost immediately. (Y/n) was smart, smart enough to understand what was going on. “Help you…?” He couldn’t be asking this from her, it seemed just like…he was using her.

“We can’t both win…you know how things are…” He tried to reason with her.

“I know exactly how things are…” She furrowed her eyebrows. “Then, you will help me.”

“By giving you any information, I may possess concerning our plans?” He gave her a simple nod, and that charming smile of his, he thought he had her under his spell, but how wrong he was.

Shaking her head as no, she started chuckled bitterly. “You’re very clever, aren’t you?” She said, smacking away the hand that rested against her cheek.

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Part II (Available Soon)

English is not my first language but i hope you enjoyed :P

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thank u for the tag @semperama 😌 any opportunity to talk about my favourite thing! books! 😌

An estimate of how many physical books I own: where i live currently i have 132 physical books, but i also have some in storage and some in my parents house, so i would guess maybe about 220-250 maybeeee

Favorite author: i really don't have a stand out author...authors who have published my favouriteeee ever books have then produced really lackluster other works in my opinion....i feel like someone who never lets me down is ottessa moshfegh because u get what u get with her but i don't think i'd claim her as an outright favourite??

A popular book I've never read and never intend to read: truly anything by colleen hoover i am all for big popular books that get a large specific audience reading again, but we can do better by young girls and get them reading something sliiiightttllyyyy better (not shitting on anyone who enjoys colleen hoover, again they cater to a specific market and i think thats great, just not my cup of tea, but from what i've heard she's got a couple of questionable opinions)

A popular book I thought was just meh: normal people! :)) god it bored me sooooooooo much which is a shame cause the tv show slaps

Longest book I own: a suitable boy by vikram seth, 1474 pages!!!!!!!! and i read it in two weeks during the height of covid lockdown and it was EXCELLENT

Longest series I own all the books to: probably game of thrones....never been a massive series gal so yeah thats the only one i can think of off the top of my head?

Prettiest book I own: i have a really beautiful collection of charles dickens' books even though i'm not his biggest fan at all (loved david copperfield, enjoy a christmas carol, have read great expectations) but they were a gift and they do look really pretty on my shelves at my parents house!

A book or series I wish more people knew about: urmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm okay not to like talk about it again.............but at swim two boys............it was highly applauded when it was first published and was very popular but feel like it's popularity waned but its got two boys trying to resist falling in love and choosing to spend time together by learning to swim in the cold dublin sea.......the tumblr girlies would eat that up nowadays......also bewilderment by richard powers i think everyone should read that book 😌

Book I'm reading now: briefly, a delicious life by nell stevens....only about 50 pages in so far but good fun, a sapphic ghost love story from what i can tell so far so intriguing....

Book that's been on my TBR list for a while but I still haven't got around to it: the fifth season by n.k. jemisin.....tried reading it but wasn't in a sci-fi mood so only got one chapter in and then it has just.....sat there......for like.....two years......

Do you have any books in a language other than English: no and i am ashamed.....

Paperback, hardcover, or ebook?: paperback anyyyyyyyyyyy day of the week let me BREAK that spine let me make you look worn and loved and read let me chuck you into my bag and u barely add any weight!!! i dont hate a hardback but avoid buying them unless it is a book i am DESPERATE to read asap or it's at a good price but yeah i am a paperback girlie <3 don't own an e-reader apart from having the kindle app on my ipad so v rarely venture into e-books and i am sorry but nothing beats the feel of a book in ur hands like i need to feeeeel the pages

tagging @gokartkid @monagasque @lilyrizzy & @karlmarxverstappen if u would like xx

#books #this was FUN #some of my answers could have been better maybe

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