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silverislander · 7 months
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i don't know what to be for halloweeeeeeeen im having a crisis of identity. drapes myself over the sofa dramatically
#like im SUPER excited but i have too many ideas and i like them all#either i could go as some sort of king/prince (recently bought a very cool crown but am not attached to the idea otherwise)#be a demon/tiefling (super fun idea but 1. i dont like how vague it is 2. i would have to buy almost all of it. horns tail etc)#i could maybe combine 1 and 2. demon prince. but i dont love that either! its vague i like specificity#or a creepypasta character maybe (would fulfill a childhood dream but i cant even pick which one id want to do most!)#i think what i need to do is go to spirit halloween and the thrift stores and just fuckin raid em and see what comes to me#bc i want to get started early!! also bc it would be fun#levi.txt#i also know my friends want to do a weekend bash like we did last year so i would have an excuse to do multiple costumes#but we usually do THEMES so ill have to fit the theme#rn i think im leaning towards doing smth creepypasta if only bc 1. its cheaper 2. i could probably reuse whatever clothes i get for it?#and ofc bc i have wanted to do a creepypasta costume since i was 12 years old and somehow never have#lj is out hes too much work. ej is too easy although hed be fun. somehow jeff is both bc its so damn hard to get a white hoodie#not jane/sally/nina for obvious reasons (do not put me in a dress so help me god) and im not too attached to ben#i dont think im good enough at sfx to go as clockwork which does make me a little sad. i loved her growing up it would be so fun#maybe i have to go as toby. thatd be rad i could do a reallly good job of that and i did love him too#yall i mightve solved it. post cancelled hbfsjhjsk
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aeternallis · 1 year
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A Deep Dive: Kim’s Fight Scene in Yok’s Bar
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I’ve been thinking about this scene a lot lately, and I just have so many thoughts on it. 
Like low-key, but imo what makes this scene so mesmerizing yet also chilling at the same time is the fact that Kim never eliminates the possibility of Chay turning around at any time and witnessing Kim kill in order to protect him. 
Whereas Porsche tends to protect Chay by keeping him from seeing the reality of the mafia life (and tragically blindsides both himself and his brother because of it; Chay because he remains ignorant of his new environment and Porsche because his judgement of the risks in keeping Chay ignorant is impaired due to his overprotectiveness), Kim protects him only from the danger of it.
It’s an all around interesting narrative choice from BOC, especially considering that it’s Kim’s one fight scene in the entire series. 
I’ve seen many posts on here before of how Kim leaves the dead bodies for Chay like a feral cat or that he really took the mantra “nobody disturbs my man” up a notch or two, and while I definitely agree with all that on a surface level, I can’t help but think there’s so much more going on. Dare I say, maybe even a little manipulative? Hmm. 
Because for reals, there’s a reason why this fight scene makes such an impression on so many fans--the KimChay fans (including myself), in particular--and I think it’s because so much of the context of the fight, as much as the fight itself and the events leading up to it, reveals so much about Kim’s character post-break up w/ Chay. 
Like yes, there’s the aesthetic reasons and ofc, Jeff Satur and that beautiful face of his that looks like it was sculpted on a Saturday by the gods, but there’s just so much to be said in the way he’d fought and more importantly, ended the fight. 
@wildelydawn​ wrote up an amazing meta post  about how Kim fights, for which I highly recommend y’all read if you haven’t already. I definitely agree with the idea that Kim likes to play with his prey when he fights; he knows how to improvise and use his environment as sources of weapons, and he’s definitely got a bit of a sadistic streak going for him, lol. 
Now, where am I going with this? Well, let’s very briefly look at the events leading up to the fight: from the moment they break up in ep 11, to one of the very last scenes in ep 13 when Kim finds out that Porsche and Chay have left the tower, somewhere in between those events, Chay had become Kim’s singular goal and most important priority. Whereas before his goal had been to investigate Porsche and Chay’s connection to the Theerapanyakun family, directly after the break up is when this plotline falls through because his investigation hits a dead end at the temple. 
For me personally, methinks it’s the moment he finds out that Chay skipped his college interview in ep 12 and what a massive fuck up he’d just committed. As much as I adore him as a character, I don’t really think he knew the repercussions of his own actions until it was too late, alas. Ultimately, he’s not responsible for Chay’s choices, but he can’t deny that his previous actions influenced them. 
Whether it was wanting to confess his own feelings to Chay, or perhaps setting him straight because he skipped his college interview, or wanting to keep him safe, or even just to talk to him and clear the air--the point is, regardless of his reason(s), getting to Chay becomes his next target. And more than that, once Kim sets his crosshairs on a goal--especially on this one person he’s got a romantic attachment to--he is positively ruthless. 
You barely see it from how fast the camera cuts out, but if you pause at just the right moment, you can see how Kim’s expression is absolutely seething when Korn stops him from going to look for the Kittisawasd brothers (or perhaps even just Chay himself). 
This is the expression of someone who’s more than willing to obliterate anyone who gets in the way of him and his goal. This is an expression of utter resentment. This is the expression of someone who’s itching for a fight, because the universe dared to get in between him and his goal. 
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(Side bar: I’m pretty sure part of the reason Jeff got the role of Kim Theerapanyakun is because of how intense his method acting can be. He doesn’t have many roles under his belt just yet, but if you haven’t seen He She It, I recommend giving it a go. His acting in that mini drama is a little rough around the edges, but the raw intensity by which he plays the character of Mike definitely highlights some of Jeff’s natural talent. He knows how to act with his eyes and his entire body, and when given the right director to guide him, as we’ve seen when he portrays the role of Kim, he truly thrives in his role.)
Yet still, for all his anger at being prevented by his father from getting to his goal, he’s mindful enough to know that he can’t just go against his orders either. Korn is the enemy of an entirely different caliber, and Kim perfectly knows how and when to pick his battles.
But it isn’t until we see him in the next ep quietly watching Chay from the bar that another facet of his character growth is revealed to us: by this point in time, he’s comfortable in his feelings for Chay enough that he can finally allow himself to luxuriate in his presence, even whilst knowing he’s in the metaphorical dog house.
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His arms are propped up, his legs are loosely crossed, his body language is relaxed, whilst still very much aware of his surroundings. Keep in mind, this is the first time since the morning of the kidnapping that we see him perfectly content in Chay’s presence, now fully aware that there’s no reason for lies between them anymore. The only one left is the one he has to fix.
Yet, after all this time of trying to get ahold of Chay ( @bitacrytic​ wrote an interesting piece about Kim’s unsettling behavior when he realized Chay had cut him off, which I also highly recommend), why didn’t he take the opportunity to talk (or whatever it is he intended to do) when he was finally within sight? The camera shot of Chay talking to Yok on his phone, as well as of Kim sitting on the stool, lingers for a good 20-25 secs, so the audience is given a hint that Kim has been there for a while.
So why not take advantage of this chance?
And the answer to this question, I think, is what’s at the heart of the matter and basically defines the connotation of the entire fight.
Kim is not a fool, he knows for the time being he’s number 1 on Chay’s shit list. And because of this, it may be a stretch to say it, but I will anyway: perhaps off screen, from the moment he had him within sight, Kim may have realized that it would do him no good to talk to Chay at that moment. Not when there’s an imminent threat lying in wait, not when the heartbreak is still too raw for both of them. 
Most of all, Chay has no reason to trust him right now; it would just be a repeat of their disastrous confrontation in the club.
And he knows all too well that he cannot afford to sabotage what truly little standing he has left in Chay’s good graces. So he plays it cautious and takes the next best thing: he’ll bask in Chay’s presence, keep him company (albeit one-sided). If you scroll back up real quick and see his expression in the promotional image, it’s almost as if he’s thinking to himself, ‘keep your eyes on the prize--on him. he’s the only one that truly matters.’ 
But even so, Chay’s safety is his priority for the moment and there’s just so many reasons Kim is itching to vent some anger and frustration: the boy he loves has cut him off completely, Daddy is hatching up some plan again, besides the ongoing 4D chess game he’s got going on with all his sons, his investigation led him nowhere. Yet lo and behold, here comes some goons who not only disturbed his peaceful serotonin-gathering session (unbeknownst to Chay), but are also looking to either use the love of his life as leverage in a conflict that barely has anything to do with him, or just outright kill him. 
Really, no one can blame Kim for going a little overboard, not when these poor suckers basically offered themselves to him on a silver platter. Lol 
While I won’t go too deep into analyzing the physicality or choreography of the fight itself, I’d like to instead focus on all the things Kim chose/chose not to do, which again, says so much about his character and brings me back to my overarching thesis for this long ass rant: Kim never eliminates the possibility of Chay turning around at any time and witnessing Kim kill in order to protect him.
Kim doesn’t call out for Chay to run: this makes sense, it’s a practical choice; he doesn’t want these men to draw their attention on Chay. So long as they’re focused on him, so long as he distracts them--he can kill them one by one. 
Kim doesn’t draw the men away from the bar: an interesting choice that seems like it never crosses Kim’s mind. He’s more than agile enough to have led them away from where they’d entered, yet he keeps them all inside. 
Kim didn’t wait for them outside: another interesting choice. Arguably, it would have been more efficient for him to have taken some bodyguards and do a stake out. Further still, it’s also arguable this choice is more an emotional one (he wants Chay where he can see him, dammit), but that’s up for debate. 
Kim waits until the last possible second to use a gun: a risky choice, but he pulled it off quite well. He doesn’t go for the gun until the goons have him surrounded within Chay’s vicinity, so he goes for fast kills to end the fight even if it’s not his personal preference. Imo, it’s very obvious throughout the fight that he finds some satisfaction in twisting limbs and breaking bone, so good on him that he got to indulge for a bit. 
And finally, immediately right after the fight, he never tries to pull this one over Chay’s head: 
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This one is pretty self-explanatory, I think. Hahaha. 
But after Kim shoots the last man, he doesn’t linger for too long. Which again, why doesn’t he take advantage of yet another chance that’s fallen onto his lap to talk to Chay? The danger has been dealt with for now, after all. Why not at least attempt at some sort of clean up, maybe pile the bodies on one corner so Chay doesn’t trip over them? :’D If not to talk to Chay, why not at least linger in the shadows, to make sure Chay is all right (he’s bound to turn around eventually)? 
Instead, he walks away, still panting a bit from the fighting and without a doubt, from the adrenaline rush. His body language is hard to read because his silhouette is blurred, but it’s at this point that BOC could have easily concluded this scene. 
They could have left this scene as is, and made the aftermath of the fight as vague as possible, because for what it’s worth, it would have still accomplished one of the main points for KimChay: Kim’s priority is Chay’s immediate safety. 
But it’s not the end of the scene. BOC made damn sure that we would see the aftermath, and with it--the changed dynamic between these two characters and the very implications of it. They didn’t leave it vague whatsoever, they pretty much shoved it in our faces. 
This scene--this f*cking scene RIGHT HERE--blows wide open a potential trajectory of KimChay’s love story if/when we ever get a season 2.
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I think for the first and only time in the show, this shot of Kim sitting on the stairway, enjoying a cigarette after a murder spree, mind you—is the first time we see him fully stripped away of any pretenses in not only the way he loves and protects someone, but how far he can get lost within his own emotions when he has no reason to hold back. He doesn’t even look the least bit concerned for Chay’s emotional well-being, because that’s not his priority when he chose to leave those men lying on the bar’s floors. 
If anything, in this specific situation, not holding back benefits him greatly. 
For the first time, his character in the show is explicitly elevated to the same level of batshit insane as Kinn and Vegas, perhaps even beyond them.
We’ve seen how WiK had won over Chay, of how tender Kim could be with him, but the fight in Yok’s bar and the conclusion of it afterwards, demonstrates how far Kim’s sharpest, most deadliest aspect of himself—Kimhan, will go in order to win back Chay. Even in trying to get Chay within his orbit once more, he remains just as calculating: he doesn’t let his own gut instinct (actually wanting to talk with Chay) get the better of him; he uses the situation, in this case--even Chay--to give himself the best advantage. Can you imagine how terrifying that is? 
It’s no wonder Korn calls him the strongest, yet most dangerous of the Theerapanyakul heirs: regardless of whether Kim holds back or not depending on the given situation, he remains just as sharp, just as deadly, just as cunning. In the first KP novel, Korn presents a question to the readers indirectly: in their world, is love a weakness or is it strength?
For Kim, the answer is obvious: it’s a weakness, but he won’t allow it to be one for himself or for Chay. 
And due to all this, there’s only one conclusion I can come up with as to what this shot of Kim sitting on the stairway outside Yok’s bar was trying to accomplish:
Kim—this conniving, devious, gorgeous motherfucker—absolutely wanted Chay to see the dead bodies now littering Yok’s bar.
In fact, I can even argue that he seemed to have been waiting for confirmation that Chay saw his “present.” That he had all the time in the world to make sure his bae got a good look at his kills.
Why, you ask? Simple. Kim trusts Chay’s backbone made of steel. He trusts him to be able to handle it. Why else would he let himself enjoy a smoke after killing 6 people in 6 mins? Why doesn’t he look concerned?! Why not give Chay some comfort, goddamn...! We know this fucker is in love w/ Chay, the dumbass was crying over his polaroids earlier that day. //sobs 
But in all seriousness...Kim has firsthand experience of going up against it, doesn’t he? He himself saw how determined Chay could be when he cut himself off entirely from Kim, both from when he pulled his hand away in the club and then blocking his number a day or two later. I don’t necessarily think it’s that Kim overestimated Chay’s love for him, but rather he initially underestimated Chay’s resilience in keeping him away after breaking his heart so terribly.
This son of a bitch (affectionate) sobbed his pathetic heart out after finding out Chay blocked his number, probably took a good look at himself (and Chay’s cute polaroids), and came to one conclusion: “yeah, Chay can handle me. I can go all in now.”
In fairness, Chay’s steadfastness can only improve and strengthen from here on out. Kim--although in love with Chay, but does have his moments of volatile moods and cold verbal wit--is not an easy person to love, as Chay is slowly finding out the hard way. He must be able to confidently call Kim out when the latter needs to be reminded to respect him, that Chay will not take any of his shit. 
Ironically enough, in creating an original story for these two characters in the show, it also brings them closer to the dynamic they have in the novel, imo. I myself have only read parts of the novel, and because we barely see KimChay in the book, it’s hard to tell how much closer show!KimChay is to novel!KimChay, but there’s hints of some similarities here and there in terms of character dynamics. Make of that what you will~ 
Let’s play Devil’s Advocate for a hot sec though, and address the rebuttal: “but won’t this only drive Chay further away from Kim and a life in the mafia?”
My answer to that is: will it though? Chay has more reasons to stay in the world Porsche forced him to enter than he ever has in leaving it. BOC cemented this fact when they decided to keep Namphueng alive, nevermind the fact that Chay’s one positive, healthy parental figure, is now the minor family head and as much as he’d like for it not to be true, he’s still in love with Kim. 
But to reiterate, Kim trusts Chay’s backbone made of steel in a way that Porsche doesn’t (again, due to aforementioned overprotectiveness, which also serves as the fundamental difference in how they both protect Chay). But the reasoning behind placing his trust in Chay isn’t entirely selfless either. 
He trusts Chay to be able to handle the disturbing scene of the dead bodies he left behind, because he has something to gain from it.
By leaving behind the dead goons for him to find, Kim inadvertently breaks another piece of Chay’s upright perception of the world, ensnares him further into Kim’s reality—and most of all, to Kim himself.
It’s a terrifying level of honesty (and wooing??) coming from Kim because it’s so brutal in its execution. What makes it even more frightening is that he’s genuinely doing this out of his desire to be with Chay. His priority during the fight is Chay’s safety, yes, but his overarching goal after their break up remains the same: to get Chay back. 
It drives home the fact that although Kim loves only a handful of people in his life, he loves them fiercely to the point of questionable insanity.
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maiden-of-rats · 3 months
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🅲🆁🅴🅴🅿🆈🅿🅰🆂🆃🅰 Head-cannons (Jeff the Killer)
DISCLAIMERS!!!: 
All head-canons well be represented in my writing (Unless paid to do otherwise)
I am very new to writing on tumblr
There will be generally dark themes in my work 
I may be willing to do NSFW writing (Warning: I do not have any experience whatsoever) Before you ask, yes I am of age, I’m just a loser  
Jeff The Killer/ Jeffery Allen Woods
Burn markings to not become apparent on his face till the peak of his cheekbones
The worst burn scars are on his back and neck 
His hair is naturally straight and black, reaches mid-back
He was sickly pale even before his incident (My story is different than the original)
He is White (Norwegian/Finnish/British) 
Pupils are a icy blue 
He has anger issues (like the diagnosed kind, not the excuse to be a jerk)
He means well (before the incident)
6’1(185cm) in height 
Tall lean build with a prominent collar bone
He is a metal head (But also enjoys ICP)
He is typically found in  a band shirt with the sleeves torn off; black, ripped skinny jeans with chains attached (Unconventional but intimidating); several bracelets adorning his wrists 
He has several injuries on his wrist the bracelets poorly cover up, most are healed
His voice sounds similarly to Peter Steele 
HE HAS EYELIDS and a nose 
He has nice hands
When he cut his iconic smile, he cut to deep, to the point his jaw clung to his face loosely 
His injury has healed normally but has left a very apparent scar  
He offend curses 
PHOTO COMING SOON!!
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haunteddeertimetravel · 6 months
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CREEPYPASTA HEADCANNONS
Okay so this is going to be just a few characters to start with, but I will definitely make a part two which has more characters!!
(This post includes Jeff the Killer, Ben Drowned, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Ticci Toby, Homicidal Liu)
(Also don't get mad at me for this post. ITS MY OPINION and you do NOT have to agree with it)
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Jeff the Killer
• Okay so Jeff fans are WILD so please don't kill me if I say something you don't agree with☠️
• He is really proud of his new face. (I always see people say he is insecure of it but it's stated in his story that he thinks it's beautiful)
• He re cuts his face everytime it TRIES to re-heal
• His face cuts are VERY infected
• He isn't exactly close with anyone in the mansion but he gets along with Toby the most
• May act like he doesn't but he really does regret what he did to Liu
• Has attachment issues after what happened with Liu (he lost him and he was so close with him
• Definitely listens to old good Charlotte, all time low, and maybe even some never shout never
• Has bad trust issues
• Gets mad very easily
Ben Drowned
• Is pretty childish since he was 12 when he died and never really got the chance to mature
• Is close with sally (even though it took her a while to get used to any male presence and she still hates it) and they prank people together
• He loves Apple juice (idk why I think this😭)
• He does stuff to purposely annoy people such as poking them over and over again
• when he gets mad he side eyes people and tells them to shut up
• You will hear him raging at random times at night because he lost in a video game
• I think he gets more annoyed than he does mad like he will roll his eyes if someone is irritating him
• Sassy 12 year old
• Is OBSESSED with Halloween because he loves the way people in the mansion celebrate (some of them go outside in their normal outfits and trick or treat just to bring home candy for the younger ones of the house. Since they all look like they are in a costume)
• I know this is super stereotypical but he definitely listens to hyperpop since it replicates computer-typeish music and tones
Eyeless Jack
• He doesn't have eyes, but HE CAN SEE
• Sometimes when he is out of kidneys and is hungry but doesn't feel like hunting, he will teleport to hospitals and use his invisibility skills to take kidneys from transplant sections (if that's what they are called)
• He still feels human emotions but just has a hard time expressing them since he wants to forget his past
• Has SEVERE trust issues and it would be shocking if he EVER trusted a human again
• Feels sympathy for Ben (if we are talking about the Benjamin Lawman sacrifice story) since he was also killed/sacrificed by a cult
• Don't get me wrong he loves killing/torturing humans, but sometimes he only wants a kidney and when they wake up he dreads it
• Is VERY quiet and polite (when around other creepypastas obviously) and doesn't really say much
• I feel like he definitely listens to 2014 music that you would hear on road trips (example: Safe and sound - capital cities, am I wrong - Nico and Vinz etc.)
Laughing Jack
• Is TERRIFYINGLY TALL. APPROXIMATELY 8 FEET TALL. Scary
• I weirdly feel like he sounds like tiny tim and pennywise combined
• Definitely thinks everything is funny since he used to be an actual clown and still hasn't forgotten those ways fully
• Listens to old classical music and 1920s-40s music such as tonight you belong to me - patience and prudence, and livin in the sunlight lovin in the moonlight - Tiny Tim
• Ben always try to prank him and he gets mad because he feels like he should be the one pranking
• Extremely scary and quiet most of the time, but he has very frequent mood swings that could have him jumping off the walls (literally) to just sitting on the floor staring
• Doesn't get along with anyone in the mansion except for Candy Pop and Jason the Toymaker
• Doesn't sleep and only eats the organs he pulls out of his victims
• Hates Issac because he basically turned him into this monster
• Has abandonment issues severely
• Is definitely claustrophobic ever since he had to be in that box for that long period of time
• Has a wind up thing on his back and he will play music (since he is a jack in the box and also a stuffed doll)
Ticci Toby
• Does NOT like waffles
• Is NOT an "UwU smol bean"
• hates being treated like he is less just because he is a proxy
• Likes to be alone because it can be a struggle for him to communicate due to his tourettes (not saying they can't communicate just saying it can come as a struggle when talking to someone new because of stress and anxiety which is a trigger for most people)
• Has bad abandonment issues
•Will absolutely REFUSE to kill anyone who resembles his sister in the slightest unless slenderman tells him to (proxies can not refuse slender)
• He loves fall and nature and loves to see the leaves turn green to gold
• Wears a lot of sweaters (this is kind of canon)
• Doesn't really get along with anyone in the mansion except for Jeff since they both like to complain about stuff
• It's harder for him to feel human emotions since proxies kind of have all of that erased
• Is quiet and when people talk to him he kind of just nods and shakes his head in response to what they say instead of talking back
• Listens to old Owl City and All Time Low
• NOT emo😭 (I always see people say he is...)
• Everytime he sees a car he thinks of Lyra and has a mental breakdown. Anything he sees that remind him of her he can't deal with
• LOVES RACCOONS!!!!
• Definitely got bitten by a stray raccoon because he tried to pet it
Homicidal Liu
• He forgives Jeff even though he basically ruined his life
• Is very peaceful and kind of came to terms with all that happened
• Very quiet and laid back
• Doesn't like loud people/places
• Hates conflict since it reminds him of that day the fighting happened
• Has EXTREME trust issues since him and Jeff were so close and he just decided to attempt to murder him while he was sleeping on the couch
• I have a feeling him and bloody painter get along since they share a couple of traits that are needed
• But all of this changes when he turns into Sully it's a WHOLE different story then
• Loves Christmas and winter
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Hello guys!! That's all I have today but I will definitely make more parts with more characters! I apologize for how long it took me to make this I have had school and SO much more boring daily life shit☠️ I hope you all have a good day!!! <33
I'm also 100% willing to do marble hornets and every man hybrid head cannons but I WILL include them in the creepypasta section!! I do know that they are not creepypastas I just like the headcannon that they all live in the mansion together 😭
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opuestocomplementario · 2 months
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To be honest, Pit Babe has the potential of being a series with more than one season. And not because I want more of them but because the series genuinely has a lot of potential.
Like, if we could get a 24 episode season 1, they could touch on Tony and the kids (Babe, Pete, Kenta and Way) plotting against him, but also touching on Jeff and Charlie having their own problems. The couple could be more flesh out and even some could not even be official. Pete and Way have that dynamic where they could spent years pining and being those couples where everyone know they have something going on but never making it official AND they could buildt drama with Kenta. But this is for season 2, obviously.
Season 1 could finish by taking down Tony but knowing there's more people like him in the world and worrying about their safety.
In S2, we could have a plot focusing more on racers being involve in the drama and not much a big bad wolf.
In S3, shit gets serious like it always does with series. Babe and Charlie start having troubles, made by insecurities, anxiety and PTSD. Both afraid on how to work their relationship and actually thinking about their future because their future is now.
I don't have a good plot for Kim but I know he could be doing something great and close to the end he would rather the pack and they would help him defeat whatever they are against.
Winner could disappear for a while and then come back with a huge plan and having everyone concerned, and Dean could have some redemtion arc and help them. Very cliché, I know, but I don't care.
Someone could be close to death, but never actually dying.
Alan and Jeff could have their own subplot where they focused on the kids Tony left behind and trying to repair their childhood, giving them love and care. Jeff gets attached to a kid and you fill the rest.
The finale season would have the peak of the omegaverse. I am talking BIG: mpreg, heats, ruts, glands, biting, marks, the whole package. Conversations about biology, answers to the Enigma stuff. History lessons about their universe. Some more breeding plot bc why not.
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tracybirds · 3 months
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I love Christmas time, and I am writing allllll the fic for it :D Here be the start of the main thing I've been working on! Many thanks to @gumnut-logic for reading through! I hope you're all having a very happy end to your year with love and laughter and good cheer &lt;3
[Day 1 - you are here] | [Day 2] | [Day 3]
Five Days Where Christmas Didn't Seem To Go As Planned
Day One
The villa had been in a state of disarray for weeks in the lead up to Christmas. Rescues didn’t stop for any holiday, and with half the world flocking to ski resorts and snowboarding towns, International Rescue had been kept busy.
Scott hardly minded though, not that now the Christmas decorations were finally up. He checked the date on his comm and smiled. With record time to enjoy it too, it would seem.
Festive streamers hung from the ceiling; red, white and green, matching the candy canes and other sweet treats Gordon had scattered around the room. Scott could even see a few tell-tale stripes of peppermint added to the Christmas tree that Kayo and Alan had chosen. Reportedly, they’d fussed and argued for over three hours over the height, the bushiness and finding that perfect shade of green.
Scott was only grateful that John had called him away moments before the family left the island to make the big decision.
Tinsel and matching ornaments hung on its branches, that Virgil had arranged and rearranged by until the perfect balance between eye-catching sparkle and soft greenery had been found.
Along the walls were Brains and John’s contribution; flickering holograms of stars, trees, bursts of holly, reindeer – a projection of a perfect Christmas scene straight out of a storybook. Scott couldn’t help but grin to see a new style of hologram had joined them. It was EOS’s first attempt and although clumsy in comparison, the geometric patterns she’d coded and brought to life held a joy of her very own.
Central to the design were the Christmas stockings, neatly attached to the fire well. Even Lady Penelope and Parker had one, ready and waiting for Christmas morning when they would join the family.
The decorations brought a warm glow that enveloped the villa, and Scott stepped back, surveying the living room with a critical eye.
“It looks great, Scott,” said Jeff, looking almost as pleased as Scott felt. “Much nicer than the chicken scratch I had to make do with out there.”
Scott felt his smile grow fixed, the air catching in his lungs at Jeff’s offhand mention of his long ordeal in space. For the first few months, no-one had dared reference the Oort Cloud at all, tiptoeing around the subject until Jeff had put his foot down. Despite the nonchalance, Scott had noticed his father was reluctant to speak of the place directly and he couldn’t help but imagine the endless dark that had accompanied Jeff.
“Thanks, Dad,” he said, forcing himself to speak. “I... well, thanks.”
Jeff looked at him closely.
“You did a good job,” he said slowly. “You’ve done a good job…”
He trailed off, as he often did nowadays, his eyes sliding off Scott and far away. Scott followed his gaze to the window, out beyond the watery pool lights and into the night.
Jeff shook himself slightly, his eyes refocused on the room in front of him again. “Sorry, Scott, got lost in my own head again,” he said. His brusque tone dismissed any attempt of concern, but did nothing to ease the turbulence in Scott’s own mind.
Jeff turned abruptly, and began to stride out of the room. He paused only once, his fingers resting lightly on the string of Christmas lights near the door.
“Do you remember those lights from when you were small? How strange that even Christmas lights are completely different.”
Then he left before Scott could say a word.
Scott gaped, his mind racing.
It seemed no matter how fast he turned things over in his mind, it wasn’t enough, his thoughts kept getting swallowed by the inky black that nearly swallowed him if it hadn’t been for his dad, and no-one was there to catch his dad for all those eight years, but Scott could do this now for him.
He didn’t really remember putting through the call to John but something must have convinced him because a few short minutes later he was flying over the Pacific.
The trip to the ranch and back went smoothly, and an hour later, Scott held his prize in his hands. He lugged the old box back up to the living room, smiling at the imperfect crafts that had served as their family Christmas decorations of yesteryear.
The pine cones dipped in silver and gold he placed in a bowl in the centre of the coffee table, the reindeer made of clothes pegs he propped up around them. There were paper snowflakes and popcorn kernels in a jar with some needles and thread, there was colourful card for the annual paper chain competition, there were woollen ornaments that Scott could remember his mother making with her friends on the cold, dark winter nights when Jeff was travelling to a new world. There was even an old Advent calendar in the shape of a tree that their Grandpa had made, numbers carved by hand into each wooden box.
And right at the bottom, wrapped up in a neat coil were the Christmas lights they’d hung over the fireplace.
A whiff of stale cinnamon and pine floated from the box and Scott staggered slightly, for a moment six years old on the other side of the globe. The lights were soft and warm, the long bulbs twisting over each other and twinkling brightly in the night. The long December nights were no more, not in this part of the world, but Scott still remembered how endless it felt, how the sharp, cold of daytime was never enough to push back the darkness.
It was nothing next to the endless nothing of the universe, but the Christmas lights had helped, and Scott knew that they’d help now. He found an old extension cord, scrabbling behind the sofas for the nearest power point and plugged them in.
Nothing happened.
Scott’s face fell.
Of course, the box had been jostled so often over the years, of course one of the bulbs had fallen out of alignment.
He sat down with a sigh, his back against his father’s desk, and began to check for loose bulbs.
“Now those, I haven’t seen in a long while,” said Grandma Tracy quietly, and Scott jumped. 
“Grandma!”
“Oh hush, you’re halfway under Jeff’s desk. I can’t help sneaking up if you’re the one hiding.”
“I’m not hiding,” said Scott defensively.
“Then what are you doing, kid? And where’d you find these old things anyway?”
“At the ranch.”
Grandma Tracy paused for a moment, then slid to the ground next to him. Without a word, she untangled the other end of the coil and began to methodically check the lights with him.
“You’d better hope that’s all it is, a loose bulb,” she said. “If one’s blown, I’m not sure they make this kind anymore. It’s all LEDs and the like these days.”
“We’d make it work. Brains could solder the ends of something.”
“Hmm,” was all she said.
Together they worked in silence, one step closer with every twist.
“What made you go and get these, Scott?”
He shrugged. “Dad liked the decorations.”
“He didn’t like the new ones?”
“No, no he said it looked good.”
“He liked what you had, so you had to race off to get the old ones? We all noticed One dashing off, and you’re saying it was just for these old things? Tell me why that doesn’t add up, kid.”
Scott flushed. “There wasn’t any reason, I just wondered if we had more lights.”
“That’s a reason. Why’d you think we need more lights?”
His hands stilled.
“Dad mentioned the Oort,” he said, bracing himself for her response.
Grandma Tracy looked at him, her eyes searching for something in his expression. Scott didn’t know what, indeed hardly recognised the flash that was less than fear and more than mere concern that shot through him when he remember those long dark years without their Dad.
“I see,” she said. “Did he say anything else?”
She was cautious now, not willing to initiate discussion on anything his dad might have kept confidential, and Scott understood that, he did, he did, and yet…
“He won’t talk to me about it,” he said, the words dull in his mouth. “He doesn’t trust me, I know that.”
Grandma Tracy clucked her tongue and reached out to gently smack him. “Get that thought right out of your head, Scott Tracy. Your father’s done his best to keep that boundary in place for a reason. He’s not fool enough to rely on you for this, not after what happened when your mother died.”
Scott ducked his head, suddenly very interested in the lights that ran through his fingertips. He felt just as helpless as he did all those years ago, that first, long Christmas without their Dad.
“I just wanted to push the dark away. I keep imagining it, all those years without the sun…”
He broke off with a shudder, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
Grandma Tracy tugged him close, rubbing soothing circles as she held him.
“Now, Scott, don’t go inventing trouble when you’ve already got plenty of your own,” she said softly. “You’re going to have to trust me, and your father for that matter. We’ve got things handled.”
“But,” he began, but she shook her head.
“No ‘buts’, this one isn’t on you, kiddo. Your only job is to enjoy that we got our own Christmas miracle this year. He’s home, and he’s not going anywhere for a long while yet.”
Scott let out a slow, even breath. His hands uncurled, and he reached once more for the Christmas lights.
“He’s really here, isn’t he?” he asked, eyes on the bulbs.
Suddenly, the whole string lit up, red and yellow and blue and green, glowing orbs that trembled as he lifted the lights with a smile.
Grandma Tracy gripped his shoulder tightly, her eyes shining in the dancing light.
“He really is.”
[Continue to Day Two]
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I would like to request BEN, Jeff, and Toby with an s/o that gets scared easily, but is very kind.
BEN:
BEN feels quite bad about it, but he will probably end up scaring you quite a bit on complete accident. Sometimes, when he's in his ghost form instead of his physical form, he forgets the fact that he can sneak up on people incredibly easily. This leads to him routinely accidentally scaring you by creeping up behind you before you know he's there. You're always so kind about it, as you know he's not doing it intentionally, but he still feels awful for it. I can see him conditioning himself to start just calling out to you from a distance before he gets close to you so you don't get as scared, and of course, you notice and thank him for it, but really you're just so sweet and adorable he can't stand the thought of constantly scaring you and causing you to go through that, so he'll make whatever adjustments that he needs to for you. 
Jeff:
Jeff, being the tease that he is and that you're going to have to deal with throughout your relationship, will absolutely tease you for how easily scared you are, especially because of your naturally sweet and kind disposition. He won't do it too often because he doesn't wanna be too mean, but every now and then he's likely to probably jump out from behind something or tap you on your shoulder when you don't know he's behind you. He always coddles you after though, saying he's sorry and giving you a bunch of hugs and kisses to make up for it, although if you ever really want him to stop, he has no issues ceasing in his scaring behavior. He just really likes to joke around and tease you, but your happiness with him is more important than getting in a good scare every now and then, just let him know whatever makes you happiest.
Toby:
Toby gets so fucking immediately protective over you I swear to god. You're just so sweet and kind and caring and lovable and he can't stand the thought of such a soft little sweet baby like yourself getting constantly scared from things, so he makes it his personal duty to accompany you wherever you go to try and keep you safe from any possible scares, I am not even joking, this is just what happens when he gets attached to people. Checking inside rooms before you go into them, keeping his eyes out behind you so he knows if anyone is sneaking up behind you. He's your official bodyguard and he does whatever it takes to look after you and love on you and keep you safe. Even if everyone ends up teasing him for it, that's okay because you're worth it. But also I would suggest you tease him for it a little bit too just because it's so cute. 
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When you get this you have to answer with 5 of your fav songs and then tag your mutuals to do the same :) (no pressure!)
Tagged by @visualtaehyun , thank you and sorry that I didn't post it sooner!
Listen, asking me to choose 5 favourite songs is like asking a cat person to choose only one cat in a cat café: that's not feasible by any means!. So, I'll copy @visualtaehyun and I will double the fun. 5 favourite Thai songs and 5 from other languages (who am I kidding, from other Asian countries that are not Thailand).
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My first BL obsession was ITSAY, and part of it was because of its OST and Billkin's mesmerising voice. I am a musical theater lover, and Billkin is the closest to a crooner I've found in Thai music (I like Nont Tanont but Billkin owns my heart). He is a natural born singer and the older he gets, the better he sings. I adore this song with all my might and I'm counting the days for him to release a new ballad as gorgeous as this one.
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Bowkylion's voice is a gift from the gods, this woman has such a particular voice that made me fall in love with her music. She is, I think, the only Thai singer that I know about that is not related to Thai BLs. And "Recall" is a beautiful ballad that combined with her outstanding voice becames a true piece of art.
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If Billkin and Bowkylion are my favourite Thai singers, Tilly Birds is my favourite band. I love ALL their songs, I spent months listening to their albums in loop the moment I got a Spotify account. But the first song I heard from them was this one, still one of my favourites ever, not only because it's perfection but for the memories attached to it (Bad Buddy first trailer, of course!)
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Jeff Satur wasn't in my radar until he composed, sang and produced ( my all-rounder boy!) the KinnPorsche OST main song (which I love). I really like most of his songs, I think he has improved tons since he started singing, but this one maybe my favourite of him right now. He is a great ballads composer and this one is a good testament of that.
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Yeah, I didn't know anything about the band fellow fellow until I heard this song, which has got me in a chokehold since then. It is such a feel-good song that it has entered my top 10 Thai songs very quickly.
Now, 5 favourite songs from other Asian countries:
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I've been an all things Japan lover for such a long time that, obviously, most of my favourite songs come from there. During the last decade, Official髭男dism (or HigeDan) has been my favourite band, and I love ALL of their songs from the last 5 years. This one is my favourite though, it has such a beautiful message and video that always makes me an emotional mess.
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Suga Shikao is my favourite male singer from Japan. His songs, specially his ballads, have been on all my playlists for decades. I have chosen this one because of the memories it brings back, but it could have been any other because I just love all of them.
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K-dramas made me love K-pop ballads, but this one by Paul Kim is my all-time favourite. It is a very classical k-pop song, but timeless. And Kim's voice is always a pleasure to listen to.
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The filipino band SB19 was created by a K-pop company and it has a very clear K-pop influence, but they have been able to combine their own culture and music with the most popular music trends. This song is an incredibly well-written piece with meaningful lyrics, and one of my favourites of the band.
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This song by Kourin has a special place in my heart for personal reasons, but I think is the most beautiful love song for your loved ones, those being family members or friends. This version is the original video with subtitles in portuguese (I couldn't find the original video without subs in Youtube). It is a rare gem which I will treasure forever.
Sorry if you've been tagged already, please kindly ignore this or point me towards your post. ✨️ Tagging @lurkingshan @theflagscene @dribs-and-drabbles @stuffnonsenseandotherthings @waitmyturtles @absolutebl and whoever sees this and wants in on the fun~
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If the turtles were types of birds what kind would they be?
Ok I have thought about this a lot in my own free time because I absolutely love birds ("let sam name 5 famous people and I'll name 5 birds, I'LL NAME A HUNDRED BIRDS")
I am personally a big fan of the corvid family so I think for simplicity sake I'm going to focus what kind of bird each of the brothers would be from the Corvidae family specifically also going to focus on mostly the ROTTMNT boys rather than an over all tmnt boys analysis
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Starting with big Raphie Raph, he would be a raven! Specifically, the common raven (Corvus corax) Ravens are the largest member in the Corvidae family, they're also very defensive and protective of their young and others and will chase off large predators if theyre deemed a threat. Theyre also very social and usually spotted with another bird of its species. Ravens are also goofy!! Just like Raph, he loves his family, can be very scary, but at the end of the day he's silly and will pull pranks on his brothers. (Raven photo credit, The Cornell Lab, Christopher Lindsey)
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Leo would be a blue jay (Cyanocitta cristata) this one is sort of self explanatory, blue jay=blue turtle but it also goes beyond that! Blue jays are clever birds and Leo is an incredibly clever character who can outwit his opponents easily when push comes to shove. Not only that but blue jays are known to be pretty loud and talkative and Leo is pretty chatty! (Blue Jay photo credit, The Cornell Lab, Scott Martin)
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Donnie is one I am conflicted on, I could see him as either a black-billed magpie (Pica hudsonia) or a Steller's jay (Cyanocitta stelleri). The magpie is due to the fact that they are some of the most intelligent birds out there and Donatello is incredibly intelligent they're also both dramatic and bold. The Steller's jay is also an intelligent bird but I really only picked the stellars jay for the purpose of it'd match the "disaster twin" shtick the rise fandom likes with Leo and Donnie. I personally think that Donnie would most likely be a magpie if I had to pick between the two. (Black-billed magpie photo credit, The Cornell Lab, Kathryn Keith)
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Mikey my favorite and sweetest most unhinged little guy he would be a Clark's nutcracker! They're one of the more smaller corvidae family members but that doesn't make them any less notable! Clark's nutcrackers are very social birds and usually travel in flocks of the same species fledglings will follow their parents around for several months and usually stay within the same flock, similar to how Mikey is very attached to his family. Clark's nutcrackers are also pretty clever and so is mikey. I could also see Mikey as the Steller's jay as Steller's Jay are very chatty and some of the most social corvids. Also the Steller's jay fabulous feather crest is so future mikey coded (Clark's nutcracker photo credit, The Cornell Lab, David Hollie) (Stellers Jay reference, The Cornell Lab, Jeff Maw)
Anyway those are the four (technically 5 birds stellers jay is there twice) birds (corvidae centric) that I think the rise brothers would be! I also have a list of what moth each of the brothers would be too if you're interested in that
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for the ask grid, an array of community pairings: jeff/britta, jeff/abed, troy/abed, annie/britta, britta/frankie, annie/abed
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Jeffbritta — I really like them they compel me quite a bit! I thought about putting them higher but because part of their whole thing is that they’re the normie toxic hets who are so basic in concept that they work all the way around to be subversive and fun I thought this ranking made sense for them. Also it’s true that the first time I was watching Comm it took me awhile to warm to them but eventually did and then on my second watch through I got real attached. Hand in unloveable hand core. Trobed — they’re great they compel me Geothermal Escapism makes me cry so much. I don’t think I have anything really insightful to add they’re the moment. Abedison — in a lot of ways this is my favorite community dynamic… they are my two favorite characters so that’s part of it. I love them romantically or platonically or queer-platonically, they’re two bisexuals in love they’re lesbian bi solidarity they’re a yuri couple nonbinary Abed rights they’re in a qpr with Troy they’re in a polyamorous relationship with Troy they’re in a fake relationship to cover up identity fraud one if them (could be either) committee and/or a murder one of them (Annie) committed, they’re neurotic freaks who understand each other best and they’re worsties. I did write multiple romantic Annie/Abed fics during quarantine with an account that’s now orphaned. My feelings on them as a ship are less cut and dry than on Trobed and Jeffbritta though hence placements.
Jabed — I also go back and forth on platonic/romantic with them but either way am compelled, a fascinating dynamic and foil ship, the most important relationship of the show in some ways. Critical Film Studies is usually the episode that puts me in a shippy mood where they’re concerned because there are Vibes present in that one.
Brittannie — the thing with them is I find them compelling but mostly from an Annie perspective because I very much read her as having feelings for Britta at points in the show and am interested in what it means for her, I’m less interested in seeing them together romantically in most scenarios except for the Brittannie Carmilla au I wrote one time, that was compelling to Me. Also I do flip flop on how I feel about them if you’d asked me when I first got into community I would have been more enthusiastic and maybe I’ll change my mind again next rewatch.
Frankie x Britta — I remember being into them but I don’t remember the justification much but.. it’s a good dynamic cute first date idea surprise a girl in her car and bond over nihilism in a round about way. There is a balancing effect there.
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WAIT I'VE JUST HAD A HORRIBLE THOUGHT
(This is a midnight stream of thought, so I'm sorry if I got some details or quotes slightly off, but you should get the idea of what I am saying)
So Peirce's bequeathings in the hospital were all to do with torturing the recipient, right? (apart from Annie, his favourite) Each 'gift' having a front that seemed like something nice, or at the very least cathartic (Shirley's dvd)
Abed seemed to be another exception, but what if he wasn't? He wasn't as affected as the others, but that doesn't necessarily mean Peirce didn't try.
Peirce at the bare minimum knows Abed likes movies. Knows he likes recording things. So he asks Abed to record the events at the hospital. This matches the thread of his choices seeming on the surface to be nice. He's giving Abed an opportunity to do something he enjoys, placing a creative project onto his lap.
Abed thinks of himself as the outsider of the group, the observer. (he says as much after the chicken mafia ends). He also considers himself to pretty much not exist within the events in front of him once he is behind a camera ('I'm not in this scene'). Peirce, by getting Abed to point his camera at the rest of the group, ensures Abed isolates himself from them. Ensures that Abed's thoughts become true.
He cements this division from the rest by telling the camera (and therefore Abed) about his plan. Abed now cannot join the others in ignorance. He is in on it, the rest are not. Or to put it another way, they are a part of this event, and he is not.
Of course, there is nothing stopping Abed from putting down the camera and joining them as an active party. To tell the others what is going on so that everyone is in on it.
But he wouldn't. Abed wouldn't even consider breaking his personal code as a creative. He is, naturally, going to put the authenticity of the documentary over the 'right thing to do' as a friend (it isn't called friend business, it's show business'). He can only watch. If he does any more than that the entire situation is destroyed. The plot of the documentary, of the episode, vanishes.
The more chaos the situation devolves into, the more the incentive to keep quiet grows. The possibility that the others might be angry with Abed for knowing and staying silent. Of watching them rip themselves apart without a word. It helps that this gives Peirce the bonus that he might not have to face the flames completely alone. If Abed is the outsider, Peirce is the outcast. As much as he would vitriolically deny it, Peirce needs to attach himself to others far more than Abed, even if it is just to drag them down with him.
I think the reason that this isn't ever touched on in the episode is that Abed is used to his position as the lone watcher. It doesn't bother him as much, he has long become comfortable with it. He frames the world through his position as a viewer. Being able to do so from inside the room is a nice change. Being an outcast is different, I think that role would upset him, it's far closer to abandonment. Observing is far more intentional, a choice to step back.
Even in this line of thinking, I don't think Peirce would have considered his approach to Abed too far below the surface level. He is generally rather dismissive of him, so I doubt he'd care about 'teaching him a lesson' as much as he would for, say, Jeff.
He also probably doesn't know Abed's vulnerable spots like he knows the rest of the groups. He spends far more time either trying to impress them or tear them down, through which he learns more about them. Peirce may well have some sense for Abed's fear of abandonment, he was there to hear the letter about his mother's new family that made Abed shut down. (If he was REALLY trying to hurt Abed he could have used that, though that may have been more effort than he was willing to go to for Abed). Though Peirce is sometimes not the best at picking up on stuff, so he might have let the abandonment issues slip him by.
Peirce certainly doesn't know where Abed hurts the same way Troy would, or even Annie later on. Troy can rip Abed apart with a text far more effectively with a text than Peirce could with a gift.
In some way it's preferable to think that Abed was included in some twisted way to the bequeathings of Peirce Hawthorne than him just leaving Abed out of his death wishes twice.
It's funny, Peirce and Abed are a pair whose relationship with one another seems to actively get worse across the show. It starts with unintentional racism being met with nonchalance (I think that's the right word? Thinking of when Peirce asks if what he said to Abed was offensive and Abed says 'sure' and the script direction says 'with the tone of someone asked if they want water' or something like that).
Across the first few seasons they get to a point where I would almost call them friends. Little moments like a mention of Abed calling Peirce for help with a squirrel(I think? It's mentioned in the STD episode), or how Peirce defends Abed from Duncan near the end of the stop motion episode even though he has nothing to gain from it (perhaps it was solidarity, he had lost his own mother not long before), or the clip episode snippets. Those add up to them being more than acquaintances, even though there is nothing of real substance on camera. No friendship B plots. And then those little bits utterly disintegrate until they are barely acquaintances. In following seasons when Peirce calls Abed a terrorist or freak, or Abed says he hates Peirce for what he did to the US inspector spacetime, there is nothing to balance it. We can only take it at face value. And then it ends with a parting insult and an obligatory gift everyone else got, with no secondary personal gift. And then Troy's personal gift means he has to leave (Maybe Peirce did know how to properly wound Abed. He was jealous when Troy left to live with Abed, enough to give a mean housewarming gift)
But they hadn't reached that point when Peirce asked Abed to film at the hospital. It could be that Peirce still saw Abed as someone worth hurting then, as utterly fucked as that is (Peirce is NOT a good guy). Or he was trying to cause pain at both bequeathings. Or he spared no thought for Abed at all. They all seem possible. Turns out there are more ways to read all of this than I thought.
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"Good Puppy," Johnny Knoxville x GN! Reader
A/N: Thank you guys for all the love and support when I said I was gonna write this, I love each and every one of you freaks 🤪.
I refer to him as Johnny Knoxville, and not Phillip John Clapp or PJ, because this is about his character Johnny on Jackass. Not PJ. ily pj ignore this, this is about your character :]
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Jeff wanted to start shooting some episodes down at the beach, which gave Chris the idea to dress up again. He had been wearing the Bunny costume the entire shoot. Shortly, I found myself sitting in the middle of Dunn and Pontius, or Bunny the lifeguard. The sun gleamed down on the three of us. I lay on my stomach, conversing with the three. Now and again, Steve-O would bound up to us in his cheetah print speedo and talk about the stunt he was supposed to perform that day. I warned him that bobbing for jellyfish was very dangerous. 
“Pfft- Nah dude I got it covered. Manny said all I gotta do is piss in a bottle and pour it on the stings and I’ll be alright,” He shrugged, finally sitting in the sand in front of us with his legs crossed like a kindergartener. 
“Surprised Knoxville hasn’t got a stunt today. He always has at least one every episode,” Ryan chimed in mindlessly. He was laying on his back shirtless with his eyes closed. His foot flicked up and down rhythmically and his arms were behind his head. 
“What do you think, Bunny?” I turned to glance at Chris, who was laying on his side like a sexy Playgirl. He pondered for a moment, his face stern as if he was thinking hard, and his eyes falling to the towel he was resting on. “I’m just a lifeguard, no fuckin’ clue,” A puff of air came from his mouth after that long silence.
Raucous laughter sounded from me and the guys, making Pontius look rather proud of himself. A smile plastered on his face widely. Scanning the beach, I spotted Jeff speaking to the devil himself. The devil, or Johnny, wore a pair of midnight-blue sunglasses and faded jeans. And like most of the guys scattered about the beach, he had no shirt. In one of his hands, he held a glass brown bottle that dripped condensation down his wrist. 
“There he is,” I dipped my head in his direction, which made all of the guys crane their necks to watch him. “Wonder what he’s sayin'…” Ryan rolled over on his stomach and rested on his elbows. He glanced at me as if I would answer. 
I didn’t have to, as always Pontius came to save the day. “‘Jeff, why don’t we do a skit where I tear my wiener off and attach it surgically to my forehead. That way people can look at me and already know I’m a dickhead,’” At the long-haired man's words, Steve-O’s head tossed back and he gave a boisterous laugh. Mine and Ryan’s cackle join his, resonating and carrying across the beach noisily. Chris gave his usual goofy, hearty chuckle, his smile remaining on his face. 
“Shit, here comes trouble,” Steve-O’s laughter subsided as he noticed Bam strutting across the beach to gossip with Tremaine and Knoxville. 
After a couple of heartbeats of enjoying the rays of warm sunlight and cool salty breeze, I sat up and sat like Steve-O was. I realized all four of us were just watching Johnny, Jeff, and Bam like schoolgirls and shook my head. 
I twirled my hair, pretending to smack on gum as I elbowed Dunn. “Which one do you have a crush on?” I nodded my head to the group, my voice higher than it usually is to give the illusion that I was a schoolgirl. Ryan sat up, his back towards the group. “Oh I am sooo in love with Bam Bam-” He pulled imaginary hair down his shoulder and played with it, fidgeting around where he sat on his beach towel. “I wanna do the nassstiest things to him, and out of all the Jackass members, I think he has the fattest ass,” He used his hands to mimic the shape of an imaginary ass in front of him, unaware of the approaching Knoxville and Bam behind him. 
I nodded my head eagerly, egging him to go on with his story. Johnny ambled up next to Steve-O, just a little bit behind Ryan. “Yeah- go on about how Bam Bam has the juiciest ass will ya, Dunn?” Knoxville interrupted before he could continue his story, and took a long swig of his beer. Where Johnny stood, he shadowed me from the sun. 
A surprised noise came from Ryan, and he nearly leaped from where he was sitting. “It was a joke- they- they made me do it- I swear!” Ryan started to stutter as he pointed at me, looking between me and Johnny. 
“Dude, no one cares we all think you and Bam explore each other sometimes anyway-. Plus it was funny,” Johnny rolled his eyes, and finally glowered down at me. “You,”
“Me?” I pointed to myself, knitting my eyebrows in confusion. “What?”
“Yeah, Jeff said we have to do a bit together. Got any ideas? ‘Cos we're fresh out…” 
Bam seemed to think for a second, after winking at Chris, and stepped forward, kicking a bit of sand on the long-haired man's towel. He switched the hands he was holding the can of Miller in to press a flat hand up to Johnny's ear. His face leaned in real close, and he began to whisper so none of us could hear. Now and again, Bam would glance at me, giving me the evilest look. I kept swapping stares with Ryan and Chris. 
Steve-O was staring at the sky, his jaw half open as if he saw a pretty cloud up there and Ryan looked just as perplexed as me. Chris looked like he knew something though.
Bam finally stepped back, gripping the can of beer in both hands and watching Knoxville’s reaction. The feeling of not knowing something that everyone else did, felt like lead in my gut. 
Johnny stared down at me, his lips slightly parted and his eyes trailing down my body as I stood up slowly. “What skit are we gonna do, captain?” I joked, staring him directly into his sunglasses. I hated when he wore those because I could never see what he was thinking. And by the way, Bam and Chris were snickering and giggling to each other, I feel like I am in for something awful…
“Well, sailor, I know a little secret o’yours.” Knoxville stepped forward, his expression still blank and hard to read. He walked close enough to me so he could whisper something just as Bam did. “You got a thing for me, dont’cha? Everyone knows it, so why don’t we do something about it,” He stepped back to watch my reaction. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, and the feeling of sheepishness settled in my gut. But this was Johnny Knoxville we were talking about. If he challenges you, you have to accept it. 
Not looking him in the eyes, instead, I was staring at the sand, I stepped uncomfortably close to him. “Oh yeah? Says who? I think you just like me and you're projecting. If you want to do something about it so badly…” I trailed off, looking at the few people around me for answers. 'What's the grossest thing that could be a skit for Jackass, but also sort of romantic to keep the viewers glued to their seats?'
“Spit in my mouth,” When I said this, I stared him directly in the eye. His lips parted, and he seemed to show a bit of dismay. Quickly shutting his mouth he nodded, a wicked grin causing him to show his white teeth. “Ohhhh... challenge accepted, sweetheart,” Johnny put a hand out for me to take, and when I did, I noticed how calloused it was. Chris, Ryan, and the other guys stood around us and began to watch, crowding and clapping, making whooping sounds to cheer us on. 
Johnny waved behind him, causing Tremaine to trot over with a camera and tripod. “What’re we shooting?” He asked, looking between the two of us. Johnny passed his beer to Bam, making him hold it for him. He stepped close to me, faces nearly inches apart. I stared at the camera, watching the blinking red light. “I got it, just tell me when,” Johnny perched his glasses on the top of his head, his face getting ever so close to mine. After checking the camera, Jeff nodded, signaling us that it was time to start the short skit. 
Johnny had a sneer that spread wide across his face, and he didn’t even look at the camera. “Hi, I’m Johnny Knoxville, this is Y/n, and this is ‘Good Doggy,’” His hand that was holding mine cupped the side of my face gently. The guy’s cheering began to drown out with the sound of my thunderous heartbeat. The way he cradled me so carefully while he was about to do something so degrading made warmth spread in my gut. And Johnny seemed to notice by the way my eyes glazed over. 
I grabbed onto his forearm for support while he cupped my cheek, and I opened my mouth for him. I felt as though my knees might buckle, the feeling of humiliation with pride concocting swirling to make something sinful within me. 
Abruptly, a glob of his saliva shoots into the back of my tongue, and the taste of him is nearly overwhelming. The bitter-sweetness of the beer mixed with the darkness of the cigarette he had just smoked covered my palette. My lips closed for a second like I was lost in savoring him. All I could focus on was Johnny’s thin lips mouthing the word; “Swallow." 
Swallowing the saliva he spat into my mouth, I gripped his forearm harder and stuck my tongue out to show off that fact. I'd swallowed a piece of him. I did what he ordered. I felt flustered, and the feeling of being overpowered by him left me wanting more. 
Johnny tapped the side of my cheek, detaching from me completely and snickering. “What a good puppy,” He cooed.
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The 51 Post
so. bad week, if the prolonged absence wasn’t enough of a clue. but! i did write a... moderate amount. listen, i've been coping with sims.
Contents:
Things You Might Have Missed
This Week's Jams
WIP Breakdowns
From the Skwad
Around the 'Blr
Things You Might Have Missed
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BRHP: Chapter 17 posted; K A DM O S.
Unlikely Adventures, Ch 2 posted; it’s literally in the blurb but it hurt me to write too
BRHP: Chapter 16 posted; baby's first fight pit, and a family secret is revealed.
Murky Water: the 7th entry into the Lighthouse in the Fog shorts; our new Keeper finds her answers.
This Week's Jams
aliens (porcelain remix) || xylø, porcelain [spotify/youtube]
avoidant attachment || libby larkin [spotify/youtube]
fire fire || flyleaf [spotify/youtube]
no care || daughter [spotify/youtube]
let the flames begin || paramore [spotify/youtube]
devil’s teeth || muddy magnolias [spotify/youtube]
WIP Breakdowns
Between a Rock and a Hard Place
hngggg i am. behind. it’s all outlined but my god i was too tired to write much
Unlikely Adventures of Bitchface and Go F*ck Yourself
[affectionately strangles zadimus]
Blinding Neon, Shades of Grey
[vibrates] hhhhhh i love the orville scene, i forgot how much i love the orville scene, yes i will post the orville scene this week if yall bully me (pls)
Stellar Parallax
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Lighthouse in the Fog
8th short will be coming out some time tonight or tomorrow, it’s been an uphill battle to write today, anyway things have Developed in a Direction i was not Expecting
In the Works
i have noodled some of those random shuffle prompts. some of you are getting whacked with the emotions stick
From the Skwad
SSSC 006 wrapped up! see the entries here.
@thetrashbagswasteland posted a little too good to be true, a follow up to a little too much like me as their submission for MEBB 2023 and it is rife with snark
speaking of MEBB, @sparatus also published his triumphant return to His Original Bullshit: serpents in the garden and i am living. he also wrote skewed results for FFF208 bc we all need more teia
@uraniumwriting also wrote a submission for FFF208 in which caspian is forced to be a reporter for a day
we have FIVE updates from @teamdilf this week: a sweet piece in which adrien is offered some kittens, ch 20 of in-laws and the grandparents, this drabble that actually ripped my soul out through my eyes, ch 16 of man of many talents, and the first chapter of father, daughter, rocket launchers, and a side of wrex
@bambino1294 dropped the second chapter of upright tower and it was well worth the wait
@equusgirl has given us two more treats for sapphic summer: heaven or hell and if the bird likes it's cage so very much, why is the cage so tightly shut
@commander-krios wrote this squee-worthy despina/theron piece and also this stolen moment between jeff and john
@writernopal wrote a character study with mariel and sartor that i’m still thinking about actually, it’s wild to see how much the characters have developed between the first and third books
@asher-orion-writes posted another installment of fairweather YAY hhhhhh i fucked up and peeked at the last few lines before i read it and now i’m trying to wrap up so i can go eat it
Around the ‘Blr
@tabswrites blessed us with both the second chapter of ascension and chapter 4 of silver sentinels!!!
@vacantgodling’s art comms are open which i will be taking a look at given it does not fall through the holes in my swiss cheese brain, he dropped toph art that i’m OBSESSED with AND a lukewarm rejection sneep bc toph’s bday was the 7th. tell him happy birthday 4 me
bit over a week but i missed it last week — @autumnalwalker announced that the archivist’s journal is COMPLETE, so if you were ever looking for a reason to binge it, now’s the time (the anniversary is july 16th!). find it here @thearchivistsjournal
@captain-kraken dropped a sonhara lore masterpost oh my GOD
screaming crying frothing at the mouth over @liv-is’s fae headshots WOW
@void-botanist gave us the LORE on the revalo tailory & hotel and i will chew off my arm if tumblr doesn’t start giving me gd notifs about this
@artdecosupernova-writing dropped SO MANY shorts this week, so here’s the tag, go nuts; also a post on the planet holeph that i am eating with a spoon
we now have such amazing faces to put with the cast of @elshells’s agent ace (courtesy of @illjustpretend)
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Round 1 poll 23: Judas Iscariot from the Bible vs Reynard the Fox from mideaval European Folklore
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Judas Iscariot
so i've always been sort of fascinated with the judas kiss as a thing in the bible. i was just always like dang it's wild that that exists. i would attempt to draw/paint/sketch it constantly in high school and i didn't really know why. the way i learned the name of the garden of gethsemane properly was one time i was feeling extremely faint as one does and as i was gripping my head on the floor of the bathroom, face a few inches from the tile, i just heard gethsemane, gethsemane, gethsemane repeating in my head over and over again. and i was like what the fuck is gethsemane and i looked it up and i was like OH. so fast forward a little little bit and i watch the last days of judas iscariot at a formative teenage year of my life and i am WOWED. i watch that last scene with jesus and judas MANY MANY TIMES. i'm OBSESSED i want to carve it out and eat it. after watching the play in full i show it to my actually catholic friend. she enjoys it. something about judas in that play clicks for me, and suddenly there's this whole context for my relationship with judas that makes a lot of sense to me, a traumatized former catholic. i become a HOUND for all media with judas in it. i am like a connoisseur and archive. i am just obsessed with it. i listen to clown bible in full. it makes me cry every time i listen to it. JUDAS by the reverent marigold WRECKS me because it's explicitly about judas as a scapegoat as an allegory for the trans experience with religion and it is a BANGER. like it's so good. i buy a copy of the script of the last days, of corpus christi by terrence mcnally, of judas by jeff loveness. i listen to several versions of jesus christ superstar in full and i am WOWED i did not expect it to be that good. someone on tiktok says that trans men's vocal chords thicken like cis men's on testosterone but don't lengthen, and that these shorter vocal chords make it easier for us to sing in a strong, natural falsetto. and i think about how jcs is full of really high tenors and briefly i start drawing red lines all over my life like, BOY HAS VISION OF GETHSEMANE AND IS TRANS BECAUSE THE UNIVERSE WANTS HIM TO PLAY A PRINCIPLE ROLE IN JCS??? and it's a brief lapse in sanity that i don't take seriously but one of my favorite jcs jesuses also had a weirdly prophetic vision of himself playing the part in jcs (i'm obsessed with him), and i'm like okay. i don't know what to do with all that information. anyway. i haven't played anyone in jcs and likely never will but i am still very attached to judas as like a mythological figure and symbol. i wrote an essay about him for an essay class that ended up being 19 pages unspaced. prof was warned beforehand that it was going to be long and she was very nice and encouraging about it um so thank god for that. yeah i have the absolute weirdest relationship with judas. and it has only been magnified with each new media and seeing people's various takes on judas as either redemptive/antihero/tragic figure/scapegoat/etc etc etc. currently obsessed with the parallels between him and jesus and him and mary magdalene in jcs. jcs ended up kind of extending the obsession to the three of them. i have a bust of jesus looking so so forlorn in my room. impulse buy. anyway. love him deeply obsessed with him turned me insane i think
Reynard the Fox
I feel like a mega weirdo for finding this medieval archetypal creature so endearing, especially considering the atrocities he commits in the stories he’s a part of. There’s just something so fun about a really old story about a bunch of morally grey animals engaging in shenanigans meant to satirize and mirror our society.
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This is more of a personal rant so I am going to talk about a lot of different things.
I didn't realize how involve I would get with this drama so jokes aside, I am very much uncomfortable with the scene between Way and Babe; like, I wish they change something about it or idk use other rute because I really liked Way as a character and I thought it was cool and all but now, Idk. I don't like getting attached to characters and being emphatic of them and then having to see them do things like this that make my blood boil and not having anything to say because is not good. Definitely not good.
In terms of acting, I am so in awe with Pavel and Nut. Everyone in this drama knows how to fucking act and it shows. Even Pooh being a newbabie makes Charlie feel alive and real. I think the reason this drama is hitting so hard (at least to me) is because the script and the acting is amazing. The characters feel real. Is not a caricature or stereotype taking human form. While they can be categorize as such (Babe being the egocentric racer, Charlie the naive fan, Alan the old-not-old father figure), they don't make those things their whole character. They are complex and multifacetic. Without feeling fake.
Another thing is how serious they take the elements of the show. They could so easily, and I mean EASILY fall into our tipical over the top Thai drama where everything feels performative. The car race aspect is showing the whole business aspect and the mechanics of the cars. Ofc they are showing off and marketing the Toyotas but is not as obvious as we are used to.
The house of Tony also looks curate enough to think they are doing shady business. Like ofc the kids sometimes look stiff and out of place but that perfectly falls into the idea that they are in fact not supposed to be there.
And don't even get me started in the a/b/o dynamics. Someone already said how for example the mama/papa thing could have being very awkward and weird to watch (and even perform by the actors) but they deliver something that felt so normal. Babe always mentioning how the Alpha scents smells and Charlie asking for kids two seconds into the relationship. Is amazing how they did it. Even when I am reading fics I cringe sometimes at the dialogue with all the terminologies and the mechanics of it, while here I am like yep that seems about right.
Last thing I want to mentioned is not only the main characters shine throught the screen but all the secondary too. North and Sonic are so fun to watch and they fit so right in the whole picture, by being serious when it needs to and fun and crazy at the right moments; Pete and Kenta fit the whole secret organization/hidden agenda/business men; Winner is a perfect loser without making himself look ridiculous; Kim, Alan and Jeff are so perfect I don't have anything to say.
Overall, I don't know what exactly is about this show that makes it look so real and natural by having a insane plot: the characters, the script, the camera work, idk. I just know it works.
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thnxforknowingme · 9 months
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The Same Coin
Pairing: Kurtbastian
Rating: T
Word count: 2200
Summary: Dalton parties are full of surprises - like Kurt ending up in a confined space for seven minutes with Sebastian Smythe, who he absolutely can't stand.
Notes: Written for the @kurtbastianarchive Kurtbastian Prompt Fest 2023, based on prompt #20 by @backslashdelta!
Kurt hadn’t been to a lot of Dalton parties, but as a school for wealthy boys who idolized an a cappella show choir he knew that it would be full of good music, a lot of alcohol, and unpredictable shenanigans.
Still, when Jeff grabbed him and bodily pulled him down to the den in the basement to join some party game, he wasn’t prepared for what he was about to find. When he saw the “game” involved a dozen or so people gathered around an empty beer bottle on the floor, he wrested himself from Jeff’s grasp.
“I am not playing Spin the Bottle,” he insisted. “I have traumatic memories I am not going to relive.”
“Don’t worry, it’s not Spin the Bottle,” Thad reassured him as Jeff guided him to a spot in the circle. “It’s Seven Minutes in Heaven.”
“That’s worse!” Kurt exclaimed. “I’m not interested, you hormonal gremlins! Aren’t most of you straight, anyway?”
Being a Dalton party, the gender ratio skewed heavily male. Kurt had seen a handful of girls throughout the house, and only two seemed to be participating in this game.
“That’s what makes it interesting!” Nick insisted.
“Come on, Kurt,” Jeff pleaded. “Stay for a few spins and then I’ll duet with you upstairs on any song that you want. You might not even get landed on!”
Kurt glowered, but he did like the sound of a duet. Besides, it was senior year and he didn’t get to see his old Warbler friends very often - no matter how stupid the circumstances, he didn’t want to say no to spending time with them. 
”I’ll stay for three spins,” he said finally. 
A cheer went up through the room, and Jeff reached for the bottle. “I’ll go first, then.”
The bottle spun erratically and landed on a guy that Kurt vaguely recognized from some classes at Dalton. The players ushered them into the laundry room attached to the basement and shut the door. People took turns listening up against the door, calling out crude suggestions, postulating what might be going on, and continuing to drink from Natty Light cans and Solo cups. 
When the pair came back out their clothes were visibly disheveled and Jeff boasted loudly about how he’d rocked the other guy’s world, but it was so over-the-top that Kurt was pretty confident it was all for show.
The next Dalton student in the circle spun, and this time the bottle selected one of the few girls in the room. The crowd gasped and ooh-ed, and Kurt gathered that the petite girl who followed the spinner into the laundry room was someone else’s girlfriend. Those seven minutes were a little more tense, and when they were released they both seemed demure, but that only fueled the raised eyebrows and rumor-full whispers already spreading through the party.
The other girl was about to take her turn when a voice called out, “What’s this, huh?” and Kurt turned to see none other than Sebastian Smythe standing at the foot of the stairs, surveying the room.
“Seven Minutes in Heaven,” Nick called out. “You in, Smythe?”
Sebastian’s mouth curled into a smile that only emphasized his rodent-like features. “You all need to play a cute little game to get a guy to make out with you?” he asked. He stepped forward and leaned into the circle, gripping the bottle with his fingertips. “Fine, I can play, if you’re so desperate.”
He twitched his fingers to set the bottle in motion, glass rattling against the floor until it slowed, slowed, slowed - and came to a stop pointing directly at Kurt.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Kurt breathed, and looked up to see Sebastian’s head turn in his direction, recognition and then alarm flitting across his features.
“I don’t think -” Sebastian scoffed, but Thad cut him off.
“The bottle has spoken!” he decreed. “Sebastian, Kurt, you’re up.”
“Absolutely not,” Kurt protested, but Jeff was already pulling him up by the elbow.
“You both knew what you were getting into!” Jeff insisted. “That’s the beauty of the game.”
The whole room seemed involved in shepherding them towards the secluded laundry room, chattering in excitement.
“Now this is a new kind of Seven Minutes,” Nick said, “more like a cage fight.”
“Maybe they’ll reconcile their differences,” Thad suggested.
“Maybe they’ll kiss and make up,” Jeff said, and the room burst into laughter and catcalls.
Sebastian stumbled through the doorway, and Kurt was regrettably close behind him. “Or maybe Sebastian will come out with a broken nose,” someone else postulated.
“He’s an athlete in a contact sport,” a voice argued. “I think he could hold his own.” 
“Are you kidding me?” Jeff asked. “Kurt is scary when he’s mad. He’s like a fashionable Hulk.”
“Look,” Kurt called out, one final plea. “This really isn’t necessary!”
“I think it’s time for you boys to be mature,” Thad insisted, a sentiment that was entirely at odds with the juvenile situation. “We’ll see you in seven!”
The door shut, leaving Kurt alone in the dark, cramped space with his old nemesis.
Kurt and Sebastian had started off on pretty terrible terms when they met, since Sebastian was flirting with Kurt’s then-boyfriend. Even long after Blaine had assured Kurt he wasn’t interested in Sebastian, Sebastian continued to be stuck-up, selfish, and obnoxious every time Kurt was forced to be in his presence. Even now that Kurt and Blaine were no longer together and Sebastian posed no threat, Kurt thought he was a despicable human being - and he was good at holding grudges anyway.
Kurt leaned back against the shelves behind him and let out a deep sigh. “This is so stupid.”
“Yeah, I’m not a fan of this either,” Sebastian retorted. Kurt’s eyes were just starting to adjust to the dark, so Sebastian appeared as a vague mass.
“Then why’d you spin the goddamn bottle?” Kurt demanded.
“Because it’s a party, dumbass. Everyone is here to get drunk and make poor decisions that’ll make a great story on Monday. I wouldn’t expect you to be familiar with the concept of fun.”
“We have different definitions of fun,” Kurt bit back. “Mine just happens to involve less risk of STIs or liver failure.”
Sebastian laughed, mocking. “Are you not even drinking?”
“No,” Kurt responded. “Unfortunately, I’m experiencing this stone cold sober. I’m driving tonight. But there’s no amount of booze that would make you an attractive romantic prospect.”
“I know a few people who’d disagree,” Sebastian said, leaning forward and lowering his voice. “You should count yourself lucky for this opportunity. Plenty of guys would like to be in your shoes. Metaphorically, as I’m sure your actual shoes are bedazzled.”
Kurt’s nails dug into his palm as he fisted his hands. “I bet you’re not even a good kisser,” he told Sebastian, stepping forward and matching his tone. “You just only hook up with people so drunk that they’d jump anything that moves.”
Sebastian scoffed, and they were close enough now that Kurt could feel the heat from his body. “Oh yeah, and you’re a paragon of sexuality? You exude frigidity so strongly I bet you’re Ken-doll smooth underneath those flamboyant pants.”
Kurt’s frustration overwhelmed him - he was so mad that he was wasting his time arguing instead of enjoying himself with his friends, annoyed that instead of a fun random kiss he was stuck with someone he hated, angry that nothing he said ever seemed to get through to Sebastian.
“Oh yeah?” he demanded, leaning in closer. He was done with fighting. It was time for drastic action. “Try me.” 
He closed the scant space between them and kissed Sebastian.
It had been a while since Kurt had kissed anyone - months since the breakup - and he’d never kissed anyone like this. All heat and no tenderness, a crash of lips and teeth and desperation. He was driven by blind instinct, his hands fisting in Sebastian’s shirt, caught between wanting to pull him closer or shove him away.
Sebastian trapped Kurt’s bottom lip between his teeth, and Kurt yanked their bodies flush together. There was something both thrilling and comforting about being so close, unsure if he was the predator or the prey.
Sebastian’s hands found Kurt��s hips and gripped them hard, jolting heat through Kurt’s body. Kurt gasped involuntarily, which might have been embarrassing if Sebastian didn’t respond by pushing him up against the shelves and starting to kiss down his neck. The wooden shelves dug into Kurt’s back and he knocked over some cleaning supplies when his head fell back. Sebastian’s mouth was divine against his skin, teeth scraping over delicate veins and tongue bringing flames of heat in its wake. He slid one hand up to the nape of Sebastian’s neck, grasping at his short strands of hair, nails scratching against his scalp. Sebastian grunted and moved his hand down to grip Kurt’s ass.
It was rough and new and so fucking sexy.
He tugged Sebastian’s head back up by his hair, pressing their lips together again and swallowing Sebastian’s soft whimper. In the small part of Kurt’s mind that wasn’t overwhelmed by lust, he was so mad that Sebastian actually did turn out to be a good kisser. Somehow that just fueled his passion - he pushed harder and kissed dirtier, as if trying to prove that he was better than Sebastian, as if one of them could win this wordless dispute. Sebastian slotted their legs together, so close to giving the friction that Kurt fiercely wanted -
There was a sharp rapping on the door and Thad’s voice called out, “Time’s almost up! Are you both still alive?”
They broke apart and Kurt pushed Sebastian away, feeling his warm breath huff out against his skin before cooler air filled the new space between them. Sebastian leaned back against the dryer, eyes lidded and mouth partially open. He took in a breath, as though he were going to say something -
“Oh, shit,” Jeff’s voice carried from outside. “Did they actually kill each other?”
Kurt heard the doorknob rattle, and had just enough presence of mind to straighten his shirt and wipe the saliva off his mouth before anyone else could see him.
The door opened, a crack of blinding light quickly expanding to fill the room. Sebastian and Kurt were standing as far apart as possible, staring at each other.
“So,” Thad said. “How’d things go?”
“I still hate you,” Kurt spit out as he turned to leave.
“Good,” he heard Sebastian’s signature cocky tone from behind him. “I still hate you too.”
Kurt grabbed Jeff as he emerged into the den. “Come on, you owe me at least two duets after that.”
The party felt crowded and chaotic after the isolation of the laundry room. Kurt pushed past bodies as he headed back upstairs, blinking in the brightness.
Once they reached the living room, Kurt and Jeff monopolized the karaoke machine for numerous songs - but after the initial outcry about cutting in line, the audience enjoyed their performances so much that there were no complaints. Losing himself in the music helped clear Kurt’s head, forcing him to focus on the moment, instead of dwelling on whatever the hell had happened downstairs.
It was a little after 1AM when Kurt said his goodbyes and headed out. He opened the front door to return to his car, and nearly ran into someone standing on the other side. As he regained his balance, he discovered that it was Sebastian he’d almost collided with.
“Careful, Hummel,” Sebastian warned with a lopsided grin. “Or are you hoping for a second round already?”
Kurt rolled his eyes and pushed past him. The door slammed shut, cutting off the noise of the party. All he could hear were the crickets, the distant sound of the highway, and Sebastian’s breathing.
“Don’t you ever tire of being the worst?” Kurt asked. He paused on the porch steps to turn back and look at Sebastian. He wasn’t sure if it was the general havoc of the party or remnants of their secret tryst, but Sebastian’s hair looked disheveled in an appealingly rakish way. 
“Nope,” Sebastian replied. “Pissing you off only gives me more energy, actually.”
Kurt crossed his arms. Even this late, the air was warm and sticky outside. It felt like a summer rainstorm was imminent. “You know,” he said, “you might actually be attractive if you weren’t such an ass.”
Sebastian shrugged. He seemed a little unsteady on his feet. “And you might be attractive if you weren’t so damn uptight.” He jutted his chin up, a confident gesture. “But I exceeded your expectations, huh?”
Kurt raised an eyebrow. “Now who’s fishing for a round two?”
“You started it,” Sebastian pointed out.
“You didn’t stop me.”
Sebastian grinned. “Touche.”
Sebastian’s admission of defeat sent a thrill through Kurt that he didn’t particularly want to examine. It was late, and he definitely needed to go home. “I’ll see you around, Sebastian.”
“Yeah,” Sebastian replied with a knowing smile. “I think you will.”
Kurt turned away, walking through the dewy grass to where his car was parked. He desperately wanted to know if Sebastian was still watching him, but he restrained his urge to turn around.
Kurt hadn’t been to a lot of Dalton parties, but he knew one thing about them - they never turned out how he expected.
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