#me sitting here wondering how many of my videos he's seen for the rest of the day

[parachutingkitten]

Vincent Tong?? Under MY trailer??????

I wonder if he knows what the actual video is about...

#hey! #interaction from a voice actor! #that's new! #many thanks good sir! #ninjago #vincent tong #mega video #me sitting here wondering how many of my videos he's seen for the rest of the day

[dizscreams]

jack champion x reader in behind the scenes of avatar where they're always seen asleep on each others shoulders?

THIS IS SO CUTE AAA

Good Days — Jack Champion ★

PAIRING: Jack Champion X gn!reader

SUMMARY: in Jamie’s little YouTube documentary he took of behind the scenes for Avatar you and Jack are always asleep on each others shoulders.

A/N: im going through my requests and doing my best to zoom through them also trying to get inspo for the new Jack fic 😛🫶 Hope you enjoy, my loves! ALSO THIS WILL BE TOTALLY INACCURATE idk what actors do when they aren’t filming I tried watching interviews to get info but they gave me nothing so this is the best I can do </3

this reminded me of good days by SZA 🥹

Since Avatar 2 came out in December a few behind the scenes clips have been released. The most popular one being Jamie’s documentary he made on YouTube. It was so cute it brought you to tears the first time you saw it, all the happy memories of filming overwhelmed you in the best way possible.

Before watching it you didn’t realize how you and Jack were almost always around each other. Specifically you guys were always asleep on each other. Your smile got even brighter as you watched a clip of you and Jack when you were younger resting before you guys had to film. You were both sitting in your trailer and still had the dots on your face and the performance capture suits on and your hair was still up. You could hear Jamie and Bailey laughing in the background as the went into they trailer and filmed you both.

Jamie and Bailey walked in the trailer, camera in hand, “Y/N can i get an interview with-“ he cut himself off when he saw you and Jack asleep. You were sitting on the small couch with your head on his shoulder. Bailey awwed at the two of you while Jamie boo’d and that made Bailey nudge him before they both walked out, playfully bickering with each other.

You kept watching the video and the second time you saw you and Jack asleep was in the car. It was taken at least a year later. The younger cast decided to go to the beach for a break and you two were asleep in the car. This time he had fallen asleep against you. Jamie was filming Trinity talking and she pointed out you and Jack.

“Look they’re asleep!”, she whisper yelled. “Oh, when are they not?” Jamie responded before turning the camera to you both. You were against the window and Jacks head was on yours, because of the height difference. “They look so peaceful.” Bailey quietly laughed before Trinity got bored and bugged her to play something with her.

You grinned as you watched different clips of you and your cast mates. Premieres, hang outs, dinners, little interviews. You were really glad Jamie put this together. There was a clip of Jack giving you a piggy back ride while Trinity chased you two around. You listened to what Bailey, Filip, and Jamie had to say about the whole process while clips of you and your cast mates having fun played in the background.

Near the end of the video there was a third clip of you and Jack asleep. You truly didn’t know that it was a thing between the two of you before watching this video, but it was special. In the third clip it was when you guys were a little older, at least 15-16 and you were in a hotel lobby. Bailey had the camera this time.

The camera was pointed at the two of you, “And here we have the two lovebirds!” She then pointed it back to herself. “I wonder how many shots Jamie has taken of them asleep. How many do you think, Trinity?” Bailey pointed the camera towards Trinity, who was next to her. She put her finger on her chin, pretending to think. “At least 10.” “10? I think it might be a few more but I’m not sure how many he’ll use.” Bailey flipped it to you both again while her and Trinity made bets. Your head was on his shoulder and your hands were intertwined.

The video ended and you closed your computer and smiled to yourself as you looked to see Jack asleep next to you.

THIS IS SO ADORABLE AND NOT PROOF READ!!

tags: @ashlesys-blog @dizzyscreams @beary-rambles @ang3lik

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #spider socorro #spider soccoro x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jamie flatters #bailey bass #avatar the way of water #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫

[bellewintersroe]

Max Verstappen x HornerDaughter! Reader Headcanons

idk if you all have seen the BBQ at Christian Horner’s house, but I thought I’d do a fun set of head cannons where the reader is Christians eldest daughter and how she’d interact with some of the F1 drivers. Reader and Max are in a semi secret relationship, it’s relatively new but everybody can totally see what’s going on between them;)

Ahhh you must’ve all seen the video of drivers singing ‘Wannabe’ at Christian Horner’s bbq recently.

well as Christians daughter, you get along well with pretty much all the drivers on the grid- of course you’re closest to those in red bull, but being of a similar age to many of the younger drivers, it’s easy to get along.

Not to mention you’re insanelyyyy attractive.

maybe you’d turn up a little late to the bbq, let’s say you’ve been out for a friends birthday and you return to all these people in your home. They’re all SO excited to see you, and would probably be like “oh here she is!!!”

hugs all around, you’re a little bit tipsy and have a certain smile on your face that only those closest to you can tell. You’re hiding how drunk you truly are.

why can I picture daniel coming up with the idea to hide and jump out to surprise you- even tho it’s just not your birthday.

There’s one person in particular that’s happy to see you- Max Verstappen.

You two had been seeing one another for a while now, it was beginning to grow serious, but you’d kept it under wraps for the sake of not knowing how to break it to your dad.

him and Geri aren’t fucking dumb they see right through it but won’t tell you this- maybe some light teasing and knowing smirks but the two of you profusely deny it with vibrant red cheek.

seriously the two of you think you’re sooo collected and well poised, but everybody’s eyeing you up when Max greets you with a hug a little tighter than all the other men.

You’d already be such good friends with Heidi and Kika and all the other girlfriends there, they’re 100% involved in the ‘secret’ of you and Max, which means Pierre and Daniel are also fully aware.

so basically it’s the most overt secret in existence, but whatever you’re both delu.

complaining to your dad that the bbq food is BLAND so you run into the kitchen with Daniel, making some weird concoction- seriously you grew up with Daniel so he’s like an older brother- you’re partners in crime.

“I wonder what the horses are doing?!” There managed to be a drunk fuelled Instagram live where you’re filming in the horses stables, whispering and giggling trying to find where the horses are in the dark.

I can imagine you getting HORRIFIED when your flash is on and one of the horses stares right back and you’re both jumping around like scared children. Fr it’s hilarious, expect lots of tik toks to be made in the morning.

Max comes in thinking he’s got you alone but you and Daniel scream out, startling the poor horses as Max gets startled in return.

You all definitely got told off :(

but the screen recordings from the Instagram live was hilarious, the viewers ate that shit up.

“Are you on the phone?” Max would poke his head into the screen, he’d be acting so sneaky, placing a hand on your ass knowing the camera couldn’t see.

Max would purposefully sandwich himself next to you, just so he could sit next to you, like he’d find any excuse to as well.

“oh you’re sat next to my drink.” “you’re in my seat, but that’s fine we can share.”

beforr he’s got a drunken confidence, you would catch him glancing in your direction with small smiles as you catch each others eyes. It’s kinda cute.

you can’t tell me he wouldn’t get a little handsy when he was drunk. His arm would rest on the back of the chair, and it’s the closest you’ve shown to PDA in front of everybody.

every now and then his fingers would brush into your hair, it’s the type of subtle touch that sends shivers down your spine.

you’re at your family home so I can imagine your dad and Geri persuading you to bring out some random game you played six Christmas’ ago. When you object they’re all like “maybe after a few more drinks…”

Ofc they’re right and you’d bring out the most embarrassing thing- like maybe it’s those inflatable sumo wrestler suits or something crazy like that. (Somebody pls tell me you know what I’m talking about I’m not making these up).

it’s just one massive laugh, like people are in tears with laughter watching you run out in a fucking sumo wrestler costume.

once you’re drunk to the point of no embarrassment you’re proudly running around in this balloon of a costume, challenging your much younger (and obviously sober) siblings to a wrestling match.

it gets a little chaotic ok. And drinking with family I feel like gets you 10x more fucked up than in a bar or anywhere else.

when a couple of people are left and your dad and Geri call it a night, a few of you hang out in the back garden, probably roasting marshmallows.

I would say it’s wholesome, but have you seen the video of drunk Max and Daniel on the aeroplane?

there’s marshmallows going everywhere, you knew there’d be a shameful tidying up process the next morning. Glasses are shattered and drinks are spilt, but it’s fine because you’d be having such a good time.

you’d have blankets out and ofc Max shares one with you, putting a hand on your lap the whole time.

you’d sneak up to your bedroom and it’s all giggly and cute as you push the drunken man into your room.

probably almost gets you busted because he falls causing an almighty thud.

watches you with the most gentle eyes as you literally have to take his clothes off for him.

“Max do you own any other clothes apart from your uniform?!”

“Maybe we should tell your dad about us now… I think he’s catching on.”

You think?! Christian would be planning your wedding the whole time LMAO.

#max verstappen x reader

[yearningaces]

Pondering a scenario about giants

Imagine with me

You've talked to your friend online for years now. Sharing interest, fandoms, games, music, whichever it is you both enjoy discussing that leads to speaking about things in general and over time the friendship grows into a close friendship and soon enough you're each other's best friends (or romantic if you'd like as well, I enjoy both.)

And one day you're on a video chat with Barron. After so many years you knew what he looked like but when you first saw the massive looking man with long unkempt hair you were surprised in a good way because he is rather handsome but is an absolute goof.

Meanwhile, Barron feels the same about you, you look around his size on camera and are just so handsome! The first video call devolved into a back and fourth ensemble of praise and complements.

And today, Barron presents you with an idea. You've mentioned wanting a vacation, and he lives in a relatively wild part of the world that's full of natural wonders and nature. He offers you his spare bedroom and a week (or more) to visit, he'll even buy the plane ticket for you!

And only after some back and forth you finally agree to letting him pay and such. A month later, you're getting off a plane that was full of other humans and some giants, which was intimidating for little human you who'd never seen a giant before.

Once you're walking out of the airport, Barron messages saying where he's waiting and to just look for him and he'll look for you.

And when you approach an area clustered with Giants three times your size, you see him. Standing by a massive table in the giants section of the airport and looking over the crowd with concentration.

And you realize something... Neither of you ever mentioned species. You are a human, and Barron is a giant. But if neither of you ever said how would you know from seeing each other on camera in environments that were tailored to match your sizes?

So you cautiously approach the giant you've come to care so deeply for over the years, standing at only a third of his size at best, and you call up to him. "Barron?"

The hulking figure whips around to find you and the moment his eyes are on you, there's a brief glint of surprise in his expression soon smothered in a bright joy. "You're here!" His voice booms out and he swoops you up in his grasp, hugging you tightly and refusing to let go. He's laughing and spinning you around with such joy that you're laughing as well, wrapping your arms around him as best you can.

"You are much smaller than I thought!" He remarks with amusement in his tone, refusing to set you down at this point.

"And you're much larger than I thought!" You respond, mimicking his words to a degree.

His grin only grows as he looks down to you, and from this close you can notice the slight hint of fangs he has. "All the more of me to love." His response is far too quick and sincere that you don't know how to respond. Thankfully Barron has an idea and lifts you up to sit you on his shoulder. His large hand grips your lower legs gently to keep you in place as your hand grasps onto the wild locks of hair. "Now, my little human needs to rest after such a long trip. It might not be safe for you to walk here the way we thought it would be, but I will carry you happily. We can grab snacks on the way to my home and I can help you settle in."

You're about to add a thought before he adds a bit quieter while walking. "And if you meant it when you used to say you'd like to, 'Lay in a pile like cats'." There's a slight red tint to his cheeks as he asks about the statement you've both said millions of times online.

After a moment, you respond in a similar tone, "Yeah, I still want that." After another moment you add on with a more lighthearted tone, "Besides, I don't think me laying on you would crush you."

And Barron's grin brightened, his steps quicker as he carried you along with a joyful smile on his face.

Cute.

#letters of yearning #x reader #monster boyfriend #monster romance #gender neutral reader #monster x reader

[coolnameloading]

Lute x Fem! Reader Part 2

Part 2 of Lute x Sinner Reader story yaaaay

Over the last few months, the hotel has been in what you can only describe as organized chaos. The hotel gained a new resident in Sir Pentious who was a spy for the Vee’s and then wasn’t or something. Charlie reassured you constantly that Pentious was not working for the Vee’s anymore and you had nothing to worry about.

But those sick fucks have been chasing you for longer than any of the other overlords so you’d rather be more safe than sorry. 

After that particular event, you started to feel less safe in the hotel. 

You heard Vox, he tried to infiltrate the only place where you’ve felt safe since you got to the literal hell hole and he tried to send in a fucking spy who Charlie just let walk in instantly after he had attacked the hotel twice.

Who knows what would have happened to you….all of you if Angel Dust hadn’t seen him planting those stupid cameras? 

You love Charlie, she’s nice and she gave you a place to stay. Being mad at her is like being mad at a puppy but all you could keep thinking about for the rest of the month was wondering if Vox saw you.

If the Vee’s know where you are.

If they’ll come looking for you.

What they might do to you if they do catch you.

You had a close call with Velvette one time and one time was enough for the rest of your afterlife. Bitch tried to color-match your fucking fur! You’re pretty sure the only reason you got away was because she was drunk off her British ass.

Vaggie could tell right away that there was something wrong with you and tried to reassure you.

“He didn’t see you Chesh”

She whispered approaching you slowly. 

“You don’t know that boss! What if he did? He could be on his way right now with the other two and he already beat the radio demon once! I need to lea-”

Vaggie cut off your rant by placing her hand on your shoulder gently and pushing you down to sit on the couch.

“Charlie and I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. We promised when you started staying here that we’d keep you safe and we will. You don’t need to run.”

“Thanks, boss… I’m sorry for freaking out. It just really shook me up, I guess.”

You mumbled out, blushing at how pathetic you sound. 

You may not remember much about your life but you’re pretty sure you died sometime in your 20’s. Yet here you are whimpering pathetically and having to get comforted over a fucking video camera. 

After that incident you became more jumpy, every sound put you on edge, and it was worse whenever you were around any form of technology that didn’t look like it was from before the 1980s.

The others tried their best to calm you down in their own ways. Angel Dust started leaving his phone in his room because you’d flinch every time he got a text or phone call from Valentino. 

“Don’t make a big deal outa it, he was annoying me too.”

Husk would keep your favorite booze on standby at all times, when you’d thank him he’d simply grin at you and say, 

“Us feline demons got to stick together.”

Alastor was happy to throw out any and every piece of technology that would make you tense up even slightly, which included most of Pentious’ weapons and very nearly his airship. 

He obviously wasn’t doing it for you but it still felt nice.

“Don’t worry my friend! I’ll happily get rid of these infernal contraptions! I’ve always believed they lacked class anyway.”

Pentious recognized his part in your new-found anxiety and tried to gain your trust by handing his machines to Alastor with many, many, many tears.

“I am more than happy to…give up my arsenal as an apology for invading your persssssonal boundariessss.” He’d hissed out while trying to hold his tears back.

You couldn’t really be mad at him after that.

Nifty even volunteered to go out and ‘hunt phones’ for you.

You said no but that didn’t stop her from bringing you the….remains of some people’s phones.

 “Sometimes I kill mother phones in front of their children as a warning to the other phones!”

“Niffty phones don’t have mothers.”

“Hehe, not anymore…”

Charlie was actually very happy to see how the others stepped in to help you and she was very proud of them even if their methods were…unorthodox.

But that lead her into a spiral. She was desperately trying to figure out why the hotel wasn’t working even though everybody showed considerable improvement.

This leads to her talking with her dad, which somehow leads to you being here in heaven.

“Um, boss why exactly am I here?”

You ask Vaggie nervously, glancing around at the pastel clouds around you. God you haven’t seen pastels in years.

Vaggie looks over at you and sighs, “Well Charlie figured you wouldn’t want to go out with the others and you wouldn’t like to stay in the hotel alone so this was the best option.”

You nod, understanding her point but on the other hand.

“And the…exorcists?”

Vaggie’s shoulders tense for a moment before she looks away from you and mumbles, “I have a feeling they won’t do anything even if we do run into them.”

You want to ask more questions but decide against it, today was stressful enough as it is without you asking stupid questions. 

“Whatever you say, boss.”

You whisper following behind Vaggie and Charlie as they enter the gates of heaven after another fucking song. 

Is it just you? Are you the weird one? Should you be singing more often?

The three of you follow behind the two seraphim, Emily and Sera, while they give you a tour of heaven. Charlie looks completely enamored by the place but Vaggie looks annoyed, as if the pastel clouds had offended her personally.

And you…well honestly you feel a little underwhelmed.

Heaven looks like a glorified mall so far, a mall with strippers because there are way more people walking around shirtless than you thought there would be. 

So you keep trailing behind Vaggie, Charlie, and the angels when you see someone who looks familiar.

She’s a cat demon like you, same color pallet and everything, except she seems much shorter and has a pair of pastel-blue angel wings coming out of her back.

You end up drifting away from the group and start following the small cat angel through the crowds. 

Eventually, you get close enough to reach out and tap her but when you’re about to get her attention you feel a firm hand on your shoulder and you get pulled away roughly and pinned to one of the walls.

You’re completely disoriented for a moment and then you hear a familiar annoying voice.

“Well, well, well look what the cat dragged in.”

You look up to see Adam and Lute, Adam has a wide smirk on his face and Lute looks….wow.

She’s not wearing her helmet so this time you get to admire her completely.

You’d probably be happier about her pinning you to a wall if she wasn’t also holding a giant spear to your neck.

Then again…-

Yeah, it’s still pretty hot.

#fanfic #lute x reader #hazbin chaggie #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin adam #hazbin husk #hazbin alastor #hazbin lute #hazbin niffty #hazbin sir pentious #x reader #hazbin vaggie

[roo-bastmoon]

IMPORTANT INFO: issues around Jimin’s album

I have an ARMY friend (who shall remain safely anonymous) who works in film production for the music and entertainment industry here in the US. They offered me some valuable insights today into production limitations and possible issues related to Jimin’s solo album.

Below the cut is a transcript of their messages to me. I share this in the hopes it better informs our discussions around fair treatment of BTS members’ releases. It is by no means a definitive account of Jimin’s situation—simply an insider’s ideas on what likely happened around a few things.

I understand there are very big feelings about this topic, especially with the apparent differences around JK’s single, and I appreciate everyone’s viewpoints. However, if you choose to interact with this post, you will be respectful to others (including members) or you will be blocked. You are always welcome to DM me privately if you need to vent—we are all human and we all need a bit of grace, so you’ll always have that with me.

Sending you guys so much love, Roo

Anonymous Insider

Some “light reading” while you’re resting up and recovering, lol. This is all just based on what I’ve been watching and seen. Of course, I don’t have access to their production budget sheet and Korea works very differently than the US when it comes to production, but this what I’ve been seeing when it comes to their videos and particularly the promotions for FACE.

(I’m sending in sections, lol)

Alrighty - I’m still like deep in edit-land (still am two days later 😭) but I started typing this on the train between meetings, ha ha. (And am still on the train doing this, lol.) Also this rambles a bit I’m sorry! So the first thing I did was go back to the interview where Jimin talked about the music videos — it was a Japanese TV show and he’s talking with a host in Korean.

He’s talking about “wanting to do it all,” laughs and says, “I wanted all the music videos” and that “they” (the company assuming) said “무리다” which has its roots in the word 무리 which means a herd, a party, a group — basically “it’s too much,” “it’s unreasonable,” and “it’s impossible” are decent translations as it refers to something or an idea being “too much” — then the host and Jimin burst out laughing and the host goes “서리와 무리다” which I read as “sorry (in konglish) but we can’t” and they continue to laugh. So based on that —it sounds very understandable.

We can imagine Jimin sitting down with his team and planning out SMFP2 and LC videos, with the 30 dancers and all the party scene extras, and then Jimin saying he wants to do the music shows with 6 different sets in rented locations so they could have total control. And if Jimin in that process went “what if we made official music videos for all of them?” the team would understandably go “that’s just not reasonable!” 1) because it would give Jimin a budget no other member had gotten and 2) there aren’t that many production houses in Korea. It’s a very small scene — it may just logistically not been possible. There aren’t enough DPs and crew and editors. Sometimes, as a producer, you have to tell your creative talent “I’m sorry, but no.” — I say it every week!

So what about the music videos? Well, here’s what I know from meticulously watching all the behind the scenes for BTS videos over the years. They work with a small team. They likely own a good deal of the gear — they shoot mainly on RED cameras and heavy expensive Cooke lenses (which you can’t get this stuff easily in Korea. I lost a lens cap for a Canon CINÉ Lens in Seoul and it was like this whole big deal because getting gear there is an import challenge but anyways) they use MOVI and Ronin gimbal stabilizers and Jimmy Rigs a lot.

Recently they’ve been using technocranes but I wonder how many technocranes there are in Seoul. As I said, they likely own a lot of this gear which can help with costs. But we’ve also been told — and I’ve heard through my industry friends — that Hybe PAYS. And in Korea there’s no unions in the entertainment world, and often the rates are shit (hence Netflix investing so much there - blerg) their standard work week is also already 12 hours longer than the US. It’s a whole thing. and they spend so much money on sets. It’s incredible.

They rent these huge spaces outside Seoul and BUILD — I mean the build out for SMFP2 was astounding. They easily dropped 1million on that video. The rigging, the build-out, the custom set and the custom camera rigs to achieve the 360 shots - the drone shots. They’re astounding videos. No US label is spending that money on videos these day. Absolutely none of them are — my friend recently produced a video for John Legend. They were trying to pull the whole thing off for $100K which is ridiculous. It’s really almost impossible.  

But on the Big videos they spend a lot of money, but they also produce a lot of other stuff too (and these are often looked at as Performance Videos vs all-caps MUSIC VIDEOS) -— like RM’s video shoot at DIA Beacon… that was a much smaller, fairly single camera shoot — all shot on drones or a MOVI handheld rig. No set, they also didn’t like pay for the set because DIA: Beacon is an art museum — and similar a little bit to Letter for Jimin, which was much smaller set and easy in-house gear.

(And it was also released on Bangtan TV channel vs Hybe Labels Channel, which is a good indicator of how they categorize these shoots.) But the big videos, they go for broke. I mean they spend so much money and again they may own a lot of the equipment but there’s still so much people-power and labor involved. Take the dancers’ rehearsals. You have to pay people for all that — you have to pay them for the weeks of rehearsal, you have to pay them to be in a video. It is so expensive — like, I would not be able to budget that video for under 1 million, that’s how much it costs.  

So then Jimin wanted to do music shows —- and so because he’s Jimin and it’s BTS, Hybe rented larger venues and locations for all of the shoots. None of them use the actual Broadcast spaces or were provided by the broadcast studios. The smaller companies do though — remember when BTS first started out they went to SBS to film on the day? — but they don’t do that anymore. They rent huge facilities so that they could be a mini concerts for ARMYs to visit with Jimin and see him.

They also have to do this kind of outside of the city and they built huge sets because they’re going to want to show off if they’re gonna be on TV but that is so expensive. (I don’t think you were an ARMY then, but when ON was released, at the time it was the “biggest broadcast performance ever” and they keep upping that ante for sure!) It’s possible the broadcast companies spend some money but what BTS is doing is so outside the usual budget and given the tension with the broadcasters and HYBE — they (Hybe) wants control of their products, and so I think they pay for that control.

I can’t imagine they got out of any of those days for under $500K; I mean, there were two different sets, all the crew; they’re paying for all of it. We add it up and they probably spent close to $3-5 million between Jimin’s music videos and his music show performances, and I would be understandably like: “That’s it!” Like, that’s the budget for an EP, you know.

I don’t think Jimin could have it all because that wasn’t the case for the other members. RM got to lead videos and J Hope had pyrotechnics, which definitely costs money and safety and insurance. You know he had visual effects his first video (a lotta visual effects) and again a lot of challenging technocrane work, but I haven’t really seen them build something on the scale of what they built for SMFP2 in a very long time (or ever?).

We heard from the Art Dept that Jimin did not want to shoot on blue screen, so they built the set for him. This cannot be the same label that is shafting him — that allows him to spend that amount of money just because the artist said “I want to shoot in a real space!” because I’m gonna be completely honest— he could’ve done that on a blue screen — I’m glad they built a real world because BTS almost always shoots on Blue/Green Screen. They build him a huge set like that. It’s absolutely incredible.

I was also reminded this morning that people are talking about radio for Like Crazy and not supporting the song — and I just keep thinking that they did exact rollout for Butter, Dynamite, and Permission to Dance. They released Like Crazy. It had both a Korean version and English version. (Obviously that wasn’t the case for the English BTS songs.) They released two additional remixes. Then they kept releasing, like, alternate cover versions — alternate covers of the main remix, alternate cover the other remix. They were trying to maximize the direct-to-consumer store and exact same way they had tried to maximize it with Dynamite and Butter and Permission to Dance.

The way you were buying Like Crazy was the same process I took on Dynamite. They did the exact same playbook. So the fact that they were unable to get the kind of radio play they wanted or maybe they weren’t prioritizing radio because they knew that they were gonna have a better chance at direct to consumer sales... Maybe they didn’t want to fight radio. Maybe Geffen was like “We don’t have the right ‘Ins’ yet!” — I’m not sure, but the fact that they got completely screwed over by Billboard doesn’t mean that they weren’t actually rolling it out in that way, because as soon as they started doing the whole alternate cover thing, I was like: “Well, they clearly want us to try to go for number one!” You know, “They clearly think that they are going to be able to get number one on the hot 100 and we’re gonna use these sales to do that!” And clearly that’s all changed now.

They keep changing the rules on us, so — with JK, they’re obviously trying to, you know, use whatever tools they have available to them at this point.

Finally, when it comes to restocking the digital single CD. There are still albums available in the store. So why would they manufacture and ship more (likely thrown away) plastic that’s just for one song, when those CD singles only serve to raise sales for the charts? All of the other member’s CD singles are out of stock except The Astronaut, which they treated more like a proper album a bit (kinda like the Butter CD releases). Because they still have both versions of his full albums in stock, so if I were Hybe, I’d be like “No,you need to buy the album, we still have albums, we’re not going to sell you a single song when you can buy the album!” That makes more sense to me. The albums cost more.

TL:DR, haha — so I feel like this narrative around Jimin’s release has been ramped up because, from my professional opinion, he’s had the most expensive release so far (by far) and if we want to compare him to, say, Beyoncé — well she owns her own production company (Parkwood Entertainment), so she can funnel her own money into a Visual Album, I don’t know if Jimin has considered that at this point in his career, but in the future, he might!

((Not including costs for Suga’s tour because that’s a whole other thing, and the tour probably made money I would expect to balance out the cost of the tour itself))

Anonymous Insider

This isn’t to say that the other things, the part where he didn’t get the cake celebration, or the posts, the issues with the linking and this general feeling that Jimin was short-changed in these things isn’t valid and understandable. I think Hybe relied too much on D2C sales and I don’t think they leveraged their might as much as could have for JM. They could have risked more for him.

{This is an end of Anonymous Insider’s messages to me. They noted that they are an intermediate non-native Korean speaker so please excuse any translation errors. They translated things themselves using Naver tools that aligned with the video subtitles.}

So, listen, I still don’t think Like Crazy was sent/promoted to radio (which was a mistake and still is a mistake) and I am furious at the shady articles and lack of celebration for Jimin…

But after reading the way the members approach their work in the Beyond the Story book and now hearing from someone who produces these works for a living, I have to wonder if the company was doing everything they knew how to do for Jimin, but the second it didn’t work out because of the western music industry culling streams and sales, they pulled back all their resources and pivoted for Yoongi and JK. (I also wonder if leadership shut up about it all due to liability issues, or not to cause bad blood with the music industry for future releases.)

Again, I’ll never forgive the lack of celebration and the split streams (not without a great explanation), but at least now I think there’s a good chance no one was actively trying to sabotage Jimin on purpose. They seemed to have wanted that #1 and then it all went to shit because Billboard and radio want to get paid. Maybe leadership decided not to put any more resources into Face but instead pivot for all the future music coming out (including PJM2.)

Perhaps I'm a cockeyed optimist. I’m just hoping like hell they never engage in payola. I want all our boys to win, but I want us to win fairly. And even if everyone cannot have the same investment every time on every project, I hope when they come back together in 2025 that everyone feels good about their solo works and each other. This is my prayer. Love, Roo

#jimin #jungkook #jikook #bts #face by jimin #set me free pt 2 #like crazy by jimin

[lou-struck]

A Sweet Delivery

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

~Tamaki is on a mission, but he still manages to surprise you after you get a promotion at work.

WC: 1.8k

A/n: Awhile back I was writing this as an entry for one of my event prompts but it became an idea of it's own so I had to tuck it away for another day.

What’s the point of receiving good news if you don’t have anyone to celebrate it with?

You have been up for a promotion at your job for quite some time now, and finally, after months of ass-kissing and hard work. You landed the position, but you don’t feel like celebrating right now. 

How could you? 

Tamaki is out of town on a mission, and you have no idea when he is coming back…

The mission he is on is pretty low profile, so you don’t know too much about it, but the one thing you do know is that he is safe and unharmed. This is the best possible news, but sometimes you wonder how safe it is safe? 

You continue to worry your whole drive home, only stopping to take a breath once you are back inside your lonely apartment. The two of you usually share. You sigh, leaning against the front door and peeling off your shoes and letting them drop to the ground instead of placing them nicely in their usual spot. 

It’s just not the same without your Suneater.

You wish he was here; he would’ve given you that adorable wobbly half-smile of his and praised you for a well-done job. He always knows just what to say to make you feel seen and appreciated. It’s one of the many things you love about him.

It’s the eager knocking at the front door that pulls you from your thoughts. You walk quickly across the room and twist the knob slowly to reveal a delivery girl with a long clipboard. A large beige wagon of packages sits behind her. “Can I help you?” you ask kindly, wondering in the back of your mind if you remember ordering anything special.

“Hi there, are you…” she looks down and reads off of her notepad. “Y/n?”

“That’s me,” you reply. “Can I help you with something?”

“Yes, actually, I have something for you,” she smiles, gesturing to the large Pink and Bown spotted box that rests on the top of her delivery wagon. The white lettering printed on the top says it’s from your favorite bakery you go to with Tamaki. 

“Wait, what’s this?” you ask as she gently places the box into your hands. It’s much heavier than you thought it would be. 

“It’s a delivery?” the girl sends you a sarcastic tight-lipped smile. 

“I know that,” you chuckle. “I just don’t remember ordering anything.”

“Someone probably just ordered it for you then,” she says, handing you the clipboard, “Sign here, please.”

You scribble on the dotted line and hand it back to the girl who seems to have a lot on her plate. She takes it and smiles before dragging the wagon down the hall and to the elevator, leaving you alone with what feels like 40 pounds of mysterious pastries.

“What are you?” you say aloud, bringing the box over to your kitchen counter, tearing through the delivery seal, and flipping open the paper lid. 

The first thing you see is a white envelope taped to the underside of the lid, 

Butterfly,

Congratulations on getting that promotion; no one deserves it more than you do

I wish I could be there with you to celebrate, but I thought that If I got you something sweet, you might think of me. 

I know it’s not the same, but I’ll have good service tonight, so if you want to video chat.

~Tamaki

His words make your heart flutter as you set the card next to the open box. You have no idea how he managed to find out about your promotion, but you don’t care. You get to see his face tonight.

Eagerly you rush over to the couch and pull your laptop out from under it. Wanting to call him as soon as possible. So you can go through the box of sweets together; Tamaki loves getting you little treats, so it’s only fair for him to be semi-present when you go through them.

The dull ringing sound of the video chat spills out from your speaker, and you do a quick one-over of your reflection on the screen, checking that you don’t have any bats in the cave.

The screen buffers for just a minute, and you back away from the camera. Hopefully, the first thing he saw was not the inside of your nose.

You forget about your worries as soon as his face appears on your screen, his dark eyes are not looking directly into the camera, but they still light up a bit when he sees your face. You scan his own quickly, looking for any sign of injury or illness, finding none. 

“Hi there,” you beam. “I’ve missed you, Tamaki.”

Your sincerity sends a shiver through the Hero as he glances shyly away from the screen. “I-i’ve missed you too, Butterfly. Congratulations on the promotion. Did you get your present?”

You are smiling so. Happily, it’s getting hard to see your boyfriend on the screen, “I did, and I wanted to open the box with you on the call, so I haven’t seen what you got me yet.”

His shoulders slump, and he smiles softly; even just being on call with you like this makes him feel more normal. He may not be comfortable expressing all his feelings toward you yet, but you mean more to him than anything else. 

“Then you should open it,” he says. “I wanted to get you all your favorites.”

You curiously peel off the top layer of tissue paper at his request. A bit of frosting sticks to the top, but otherwise, the pull was clean. With the paper out of the way, you see dozens of mouth-wateringly delicious-looking baked goods. Buns, sweetbreads, and more call out to you, their fresh scent making it seem as if you had died and gone to heaven.

“Tama,” you breathe, unconsciously wiping a bit of drool from your lip. “This is too much; how did you manage to get all of this together in such a short amount of time?”

Through the screen, you see the tips of his ears turning pink, “I ordered the box from the bakery a week ago.” he says earnestly. “You are just so amazing and capable; I knew you would be the one to get the promotion.”

“You did?” you ask, letting a giddy little giggle leave your lips. “That was bold of you; what would’ve happened if I didn’t get it?”

“I-I don’t know.” he stammers, “It was in the moment, and I was so focused on picking out all your favorite treats I forgot about it. I know it was a bit stupid of me.”

Your muscles twitch in lovesick anticipation; never in your life have you wanted to hold someone in your arms so badly. “I thought it was very cute of you. I miss you so much.”

The tips of his ears twitch slightly, and the blush on his cheeks from earlier settles to a nice shade of pink that suits him perfectly. “I miss you too.”

“When you get back, we can celebrate together,” you say hopefully. The statement was well-meaning, of course, but as his face falls, you regret it.

“I should be there now,” he mumbles quietly; the sound comes out just above the humming of your laptop fan.

You feel horrible. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that you are doing a lot of good. I’m just being selfish.”

He looks just as worried as you do. “No, don’t apologize; I just wish I could be there for you when things like this happen.” he sighs, “This mission is taking forever; I wanna go home.” He says those words longingly, sinking into the collar of his jacket, but you can’t help but think he looks a bit like a turtle, the way he is shrinking into his metaphorical shell.

“You’ll be home soon,” you smile. “And then we can go out and celebrate the both of us.”

“Both of us?” he asks, looking a bit confused.

“Both of us,” you repeat. “After all, when you come home, it means that you will have completed your mission and helped a bunch of people; that is something worth celebrating.”

“I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting then,” he smiles, his eyes lighting up with well-deserved confidence.

“Glad to hear it,” you say, your eyes falling to the box of sweets. “I can wait to eat these too, so we can try them together.”

His eyes go wide, “Don’t do that.” he says suddenly. “They won’t taste as good if you wait that long; you should try them all, and then we can go back to the bakery, and you can show me the best ones.”

He is just too sweet; sometimes, you wonder if he raises your blood sugar. “You’ve got a deal; I’ll make notes and ~” Before you can finish your sentence, you are interrupted by some muffled shouting and noise that takes Tamaki’s attention away from you.

He presses the mute button and nods seriously at whoever is talking to him. Going into full hero mode instantly. You know what’s coming…

After a few minutes of trying and failing to read his lips to try and figure out what is going on on his end, he turns his attention back to the screen and unmutes himself. “I- guess I have to go now,” he says sullenly. “I think we are going to the next phase of the mission. I don’t want to leave you, but I~.”

“I understand,” you say, hiding the disappointment in your voice surprisingly well. “Go and be a Hero.”

“If everything goes well, I think I’ll be back in a few days,” he says hopefully, fiddling with a few of the latches and zippers on his hero suit. 

“That’s great news,” you say earnestly. “I love you so much, Tamaki; please, please be safe. “

“I’ll do my best,” he breathes, shifting a bit in his seat. He can never promise such a thing, but he will do what he can to make it home safe for you. “I love you too.” just as the screen goes dark. 

Now alone in your room, you look down at the box of sweets he got for you. If Tamaki took the time to pick each one out for you, it’s only fair to try one now and satiate that sweet tooth of yours.

But which one shall you try?

The number of options in front of you is almost overwhelming, but you find yourself drawn to a Yellow bundt cake with a deep violet-colored icing. The Violet coloring reminds you of your boyfriend. Curiously you read the key card that tells you what each sweet is and learn it is a Lemon Lavender Bundt cake. 

As you bite into the treat, your taste buds are kissed by a beautiful combination of tart lemon batter and the floral sweetness of the lavender. It may just be one of the best things you have ever had in your life. 

But what makes it taste even better is that Tamaki got it for you.

#bnha #my hero academia #bnha x reader #mha x reader #tamaki amajiki #bnha x you #tamaki amajiki x reader #amajiki x reader #tamaki amakiji #amajiki tamaki #tamaki x reader #mha tamaki #bnha tamaki

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Perfect Pair *Part 3*

Kalluto Zoldyck (Platonic) X Reader

Word Count: 1207

Requested: Anon

Request: Can we have a part 3 for Perfect Pair please?

*Part 2*

“I hear you have a new job.” You smiled as you looked at Kalluto. “Yeah… They want me to infiltrate the Phantom Troupe.” He answered, you looked at him. “You want to do it?” You asked. “Yeah.” He answered “I want to do it.” “Alright, fine.” You pulled a little device out of your pocket, if you ever need someone to help you, get you out of there, you press this button and I’ll come get you okay?” You asked. “There will be no need for that.” Your father spoke from behind you. “You’ll be going with him.” “Why is that?” You asked. “You’ll be there for us, you’re an insurance policy.” Your Father explained as he looked at your younger brother “your only job is to get your brother back here if the job goes wrong.” “Yes sir.” You nodded. “Now both of you get this mission done and come home.” Your father ordered.

When you found the Spiders in Yorknew City they were 3 members short but they were still cautious as you had expected after what Hisoka had done to them. “Why would you want to join us?” Phinks asked as he looked at you. “You're the Spiders aren’t you supposed to be all about family?” You asked, stepping slightly in front of your little brother. “Very funny.” Feitan glared at you and you winked. “You're gonna want to stop reaching for that knife.” You warned him. “Or what?” He asked. “Well since you asked.” You pulled your gun out so fast that none of them had time to register what happened and then you fired, the nen bullet hit Feitan and he stopped moving, eyes glazing over “now whatever you were thinking of doing to me and my brother, do to your friends.” Feitan started attacking the others and Phinks looked at you. “What did you do?” He asked. “Nothing that can’t be reversed as long as you let us join.” You smirked as you raised the gun again pointing it at Machi. “Enough.” Phinks ordered “You're in.” “Good stuff.” You smirked as you holstered the gun again and the control was broken. “Word of advice: don't threaten my brother or I’ll kill you all member or not.” You gently guided Kalluto away from them to sit him down and they all watched you both, it was weird out of all the Zoldycks they had never seen or heard of either one of you and yet they could see that you’d protect each other or die trying.

It was a couple of weeks before you ended up seeing any real action and it was in the Greed Island video game, where Kalluto was using his ability to track the Nen exorcist. “He’s here.” You mumbled, you were sat on the floor next to Kalluto, your gun unholstered and resting over your raised knee. “Well there goes my entrance.” Hisoka appeared from the trees as you rolled your eyes. “No wonder Illumi works with you.” You mumbled as you looked back over at the Nen user you all had been tracking. “Now what is that supposed to mean?” He asked, a smirk on his face as he stepped closer. “It means you both enjoy showing off, it’s fucking annoying.” Your voice lowered at the end of the sentence, losing interest in the conversation fast. “So this is my replacement?” Hisoka asked. “No, the little one is your replacement.” Phinks corrected him, you glared at him and it almost dared him to move forward. “Is that so?” Hisoka asked as he looked over at Kalluto. “Can we get this over with, none of us particularly like him and I have an itchy trigger finger.” You informed them. “So we’ve heard, many times before.” Machi muttered and you rolled your eyes. “You seem bored.” Hisoka mused and you narrowed your eyes. “What does that have to do with you?” You asked. “I’m sure I could provide some entertainment.” He mumbled letting his nen flow freely in the space. “Careful what you wish for, they need you to take the Nen exorcist to Chrollo, so how about you do your job and you might get something that you want.” You pointed your gun to the clearing that you had been watching for hours while you waited for him “now go do the job that you have been hired for.”

It was after the incident with the Chimera Ants that you both actually met Chrollo and upon his return, the rest of the spiders became a little more relaxed and left the protective role to their leader “So you are the two members that helped to get my nen back?” He asked, taking note of your position in front of your brother. “I won’t hurt him, you don’t have to hide him.” “Forgive me if I don’t believe someone known for a silver tongue.” You said, he smirked as he leant on his knuckle looking down at you. “You're smarter than you look.” Chrollo complimented and you rolled your eyes. “Helps with my job.” You grumbled as Kalluto pulled on your trouser leg and you glanced back at him but his eyes were pointedly forward. He pulled on your left leg, your eyes shifted to the left side of the room where Feitan was lingering. “Any reason that he looks ready to take my throat out?” “He’s wary of your unpredictable nature.” Chrollo answered “they’ve found that you would do anything to protect your brother.” “Wouldn’t we all?” You asked. “Then protect him.” He ordered, it was an attack from three sides, Chrollo leaned back in his seat as you glared at him, your gun was unholstered in less then a second as you shot at Machi approaching from behind you, Kalluto moved behind you back to back as you stepped together never once breaking apart, he used serpent dance to injure Phinks as you secure your hold on Machi. “Do I need to give her the order to kill someone or are you done with your test?” You asked. “Enough.” Chrollo ordered, both the men eased up and you turned to Kalluto checking him over. “You're okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He answered as you looked at him before turning to Chrollo. “Release her.” Chrollo ordered. “I will but if any harm ever comes to him your healer will be the first to go, I promise you this.” You holster your gun after that and crouching in front of Kalluto. “You still want to stay?” You asked and he nodded silently “I assume there is still a place for him here?” “For both of you.” Chrollo corrected. “Your loyalty to your brother is something I admire and your ability mirrors that of a member that we have lost, there is a place for both of you.” “Then for now it is settled.” You nodded “we’ll keep to ourselves until you need us.” “As you wish.” Chrollo nodded before you left.

Chrollo watched you leave wondering just what it was about you that intrigued him, he knew your family, how they treated each other but you and your brother were different, loyal to each other, protective of each other, while you protected Kalluto, he protected you.

The perfect pair.

*Part 4*

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[finniestoncrane]

I'm here for a blind date I'm genderfluid (afab if you're wondering. I apparently give off Boy Vibes™)

I love dinosaurs (some of my favorites include Archaeopteryx, Australovenator, and Baryonyx, Minmi, Oviraptor, and Yi qi) comic books (mostly Suicide Squad but you already know that by now), and I'm trying to get into cars because I want to be an automechanic, since my grades weren't good enough for paleontology and I suck at art. College wasn't right for me and being an automechanic is probably like... A trade school thing, right? I also like Transformers. I got a mullet at one point, but it grew out a bit lol. I'm kinda clumsy, which is pretty evident since my glasses keep breaking lol. Not like I can afford new ones so I guess I'm using duck tape and super glue to keep the frames in... 2 pieces I guess. I guess it's just duck tape keeping the ear things on. I really got into old monster movies in Middle School because of a book called the encyclopedia of monsters. From like... The really old ones like The Blob That Ate Everything to the ones from to the slightly more recent ones but they're still decades old, like the Alien Franchise. Not too big of a fan of regular (?) horror movies. Technically I haven't seen most of the alien movies, but I really liked Alien VS Predator so I think that counts enough. I know I've already told you this but I fell down a YouTube rabbit hole of wilderness survival and eventually wound up finding a channel about boomerangs and the occasional Australian wildlife video (there's one titled Kangaroo Maggots. He finds a kangaroo corpse at the side of the road and maggots are inside of it. Really fucking gross. 0/10. Do not recommend if you hate maggots. Don't know why I watched that specific video honestly, but all the rest are good). Which lead me to another channel about Australian animals. I'm American and idk how tf I got from how to cook a cactus to watching a video on dingoes. I play a lot of simulator games. Like... If you look at my steam library it's like... 99% simulator games, the Batman: Arkham Series, and then a hunting game for some reason. And even then I think that's a hunting simulator come to think about it. Don't know why I like Simulator Games, I just do. Wait... Does the Arkham series count as simulator games? Like... Are they technically Batman simulators. I love reptiles and rats, but I fucking hate spiders. Need an Australian Man™ to help me if a spider is near lol. You know wow I'm talking about here I tend to get overexcited when myself or others are talking about stuff I'm interested in. I go on long tangents about stuff I like. I'm kind of a nerd when it comes to my semi-niche interests. I do enjoy listening to people go on their own tangents about things they like too though.

It's also quite apparent I have a thing for weird and/or disgusting fictional men ( my taste in women is better I swear. (Will fall for any tall woman who even looks in my direction. Which isn't saying much cuz I'm 4'10¾") )

💜 blind date 💜 the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: hi please come in and distract this idiot, quickly, quicker, HURRY 💚

"Hi, uh-huh, welcome to the Vill-Inn. Can I just... sit you down as quickly as possible? If your date asks any of us if we want to see his big, curvy weapon one more time, we are going to escort him from the premises. Good luck!"

The moment you sit down at your table, after being rushed over by the waitstaff, you're met with a wide and mischievous grin, a signature smile from a man you recognise.

"I go by many names. Captain Boomerang, George, Digger. But you can call me daddy, if you like."

You screw your face up a bit, trying to pretend like that line didn't get you, and he's quick to try and win you over.

"I'm joking, love! Lighten up, it's a blind date, it's supposed to be fun!"

At least he's quick to... not apologise for his jokes, but to try and recover from them. And he's also surprisingly interested in you, and in getting to know you. Although, you fear it's just so he can make more risque jokes.

"Ah, mechanics. So... you're good with your hands then? You wear one of them little overall things? With anything underneath?"

The loud laugh he lets out at the end of his remarks are so endearing though, they make his lewd comments almost charming. Which you're unsurprised by, given your specific taste in men. He's perfectly strange and definitely a little bit gross, just how you like them.

He comments on your glasses, mentioning that you seem like someone who is a creative problem solver. A comment that feels like a proper compliment, not just a segue into another flirtatious remark. And it feels like he's dialing down on that the more he gets to know you. he talks to you about horror films for twenty minutes without saying anything lewd or crude. It's almost like it's a defense mechanism he uses to keep a distance, to maintain his facade.

In fact, he barely says anything at all when you're telling him about your preference for classic horror, and what video games you're interested in. Almost like he's enjoying learning about you. Almost like he can forego his usual ridiculously brazen behaviour around you. And you're more than happy to return the favour when he gets excited about boomerangs. Your fault for mentioning them.

"Yeah, you can learn a lot from a video online about surviving in the outback, but if you're ever looking for private tutoring, I'm your man."

He winks with this statement, but you can tell there's sincerity behind the offer. The fact that you're willing to listen politely, and that you seem interested in him when he's talking about subjects that are so personal to him, makes him feel very at home around you. And you're warming up to him, to the point where you can make some jokes too. I mean, no harm in joking about inviting him round to your place to get rid of some scary spiders, since he's Australian Outback Extroardinaire.

"Listen, for you, I can let myself be more of a hero than anti-hero for a change. Show me the little buggers and I'll have your house spider free in no time."

He winks again, and you're so fond of it that you can't help but imagine a life of being winked at across tables. A strange, happily ever after.

#finnie writes #finnie1500 #long post

[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

I tried to get my mother to watch the first half of TRW Homecoming, the funniest part is this woman used to watch marathons of TRW with me when I was in middle and high school (I'm in my late 20s) and apparently missed all of the points, and didn't go well...she didn't even last a full minute into it when that convo.....super fun.

I also just finished the last few episodes a couple of hours ago and Norm and the LGBT+ issues they bring up too, especially bi-erasure which are super personal for me....I ended up sobbing....I didn't really keep up with it after 2013 but TRW (not road rules or challenges, actual RW) was one of the only good things left on mtv in the 00s and it was the ONLY good thing they had left after TRL was cancelled and MUSICtv -officially- died and it was always just so impactful and raw and it's as necessary now as it ever has been and yeah...sorry to just gush about it but no one IRL for me understands why I keep suggesting the homecoming or how it could be anything other than "tYpiCaL mTv dRAmAAaAaaA" so it was cool to see someone reflect on it...okay, sorry again for my novel, hope you have a wonderful mornin/afternoon/evenin/day...

  (This reply is, like, a few years late. It's been sitting in my drafts. At this point, even TRW Homecoming: New Orleans is a distant memory. Sheesh.)

Your mom disappoints me. How she raised someone sweet and thoughtful, I have no idea.

Honestly, I should have seen this shit coming. The Boomers did the same fucking thing... they were progressive as hell in their youth, and then did a hard 180 back into the I-got-mine-motherfuckerism that birthed them. My generation, meanwhile, was never particularly awake politically —we were too busy playing video games and disrupting things that bored us— but I never figured so many of us would suddenly shrug and join our parents in their pseudo-religious, authoritarian circle-jerk. I sincerely thought better of us.

Here —as in many things— I point to Bill Clinton, and my generation’s stupid contemporaneous defense of him. We all —self included— excused the fact that he’s a weak, sleazy, brilliant, charismatic piece of shit, and in so doing, inadvertently lowered the bar for the dignity of the Oval Office. He lied and smirked and left a young woman to drown in public, and we all felt like we were in on a clever “fuck you” to the petty moralists of the world. Why wouldn’t a generation like mine look at a lizard-brained, orange troll and say, ‘I wonder what would happen if we gave him a rhetorical flamethrower?” I sincerely thought we were liberating humanity by connecting everything together, but we were really just building a massively complicated framework for screaming “FUCK YOU” into the void.

Anyway, back to Becky...

I doubt it would work, but I’d like to sit her down and try to explain how simple all of this could be for her. It’s like, Rebecca, I know it seems like there are lots of scary new things you’re being asked to learn, and that you’re uncomfortable with a future where you’re expected to acknowledge the flaws people find in the things you love, but you know what would really help? Shutting the fuck up. You can pretend to listen while some half-baked, shitty song floats through your head, and just nod appreciatively when appropriate. You're old and white and comfortable, so you can just fucking coast the rest of the way. No one needs your opinions, and if you don't voice them, we won't assume you're a jackass. Everyone wins! And how do I know this? Because I watched a movie about psychics, and now I can see the future. (You insufferable asshole.)

#Anonymous #asks #broken girl broadcasting

[everthewip]

Prompt: 1. "It's not too late, let's go."

Fanfiction 

Fandom: Shadows of Doubt (video game)

Rating: T

Warnings: Mentions of death and murder

Notes: You don't need to have played or know anything about this game for this to (hopefully) be understandable. Also no, this is not edited or beta read.

Banner by @fictober-event

Wednesday, Jan. 4th 6:20AM

I wake to the apartment building shaking again. Entire damn city feels like it's going to collapse into the toxic water any day now. Don't really have time to care about that, though.

Breakfast is leftover lo mein and a can of Kola. I sip the bubbly drink, ignore the way its sugary sweetness irritates my teeth, and study the case board on my kitchen wall.

Omarr Jack. Slashed to death in a bloody mess two days ago. Different colored strings and pins link his picture to photographs of the crime scene, some to sticky notes with vague details. Black string leads to the time of death, between 9:00 and 10:00am. Yellow links to his workplace address, a scrap of paper with his hours written down, a list of colleagues to question later. Green is more personal, linking to a note about his girlfriend not being home during time of murder. Red focuses on the crime scene, a picture of the body, the bloodied carpet, the business card left behind with no traceable fingerprints and only a cryptic message: Didn't have what it takes.

There isn't much else to go on; the murderer covered their tracks too well.

One more sip of the Kola and I grimace, already feeling like my teeth are going to rot out any second. Wonder how much it'd cost to buy my own fresh water dispenser and keep it filled. Only ever seen them in the office buildings around here. Probably costs a fuckload of Crows and Social Credit to keep those full.

I set the can aside and reach up, fingers poised on the pin keeping poor Mr. Jack stabbed to the board. His expression is solemn, professional some might say. He stares out with a gaze as dead as he is now.

“Sorry buddy,” I mutter. “Don't think I can handle your case.”

But something keeps me from pulling the pin and clearing the board. Maybe it's the folders sitting in my filing cabinet, the ones that whisper in the night and keep me awake, the cases still unsolved. Maybe it's a bitterness at Starch, our megacorp president that replaced me and the rest of City 46's police force with their incompetent Enforcers. Maybe it's the notice taped to my fridge, reminding me that rent is well overdue and repossession is imminent.

I leave the picture pinned, the center of a chaotic web that may never get unwound.

7:04AM

“More coffee, detective?”

Blake stands with one hand on her hip, the other holding an old coffee pot full of fresh, steaming brew. The scent is mesmerizing, almost overshadowing the greasy aromas ever-present in the Phat Model Diner. Shitty name for a shitty place with shitty food. Only good thing about this shithole is Blake.

“Hope you're ready to take credit if my heart explodes.”

I push my empty mug closer to her, smiling a little as she chuckles and fills it about three-fourths full; just enough to still add creamer, exactly how I like it.

“Maybe I should stop servin' you, then.” She places a few extra sugar packets on the table, gives me a wink, and then steps away to offer coffee to the few other diners. There aren't many this morning, but even if this place was packed, Blake would still serve me first. Never asked her to, but she always does.

I lift my coffee, take the first blissful sip, and watch her drift along the row of booths. She's a big woman, Blake is. Broad and muscular from years working as a security guard for a gambling den in her old city. She can hardly move through the diner without bumping into tables, but when you're that imposing, who the fuck is gonna call you out on it? I'd watched her toss a man out the door with one arm once. She'd just started to wear glasses and the idiot thought, “Hey, Four Eyes” was a smart way to call her over to his table.

She's finished her rounds now and I'm quick to look down before she sees me staring.

There's a newspaper someone left on the table, so I scan over the front page.

Omarr Jack's face almost makes me choke on my coffee.

“Heard it was brutal.”

Blake's returned, squeezing herself between the booth and table across from me. I almost don't register what she's said, I'm too busy noticing her arms as she crosses them, rests them on the table.

“Yeah, it was.”

“You saw it then?” She leans forward, voice lowered. The table wobbles a bit, but she doesn't notice.

“Yep, investigated what I could.” I lift my drink to take another sip and shrug. “Think this is another case for the cold filing cabinet, though.”

Blake's frown deepens as she studies me, and I have to look away so I don't blush like an idiot. If anything, maybe she'd think the coffee is what warms my cheeks. This isn't even the time to be crushing over the hot butch waitress, not when a dead man's murder stares up at me from the damned paper.

“It's not too late, Rory,” Blake says, her voice softer than the steam rising from my coffee mug. I look up, lips parted, and try to find the right words to say.

But then my old police scanner is going off in my bag.

There's been another murder.

Before I realize it, I'm already getting my shit together to leave. Blake's eyes are on me and when I look up she's got this half-grin on her face that makes the breath catch in my throat.

“Let's go, detective,” she says. “Solve the case.”

She winks again.

I can only nod.

And then I'm through the diner door and out into the rainy morning of City 46.

#writeblr #fanfiction #shadows of doubt #fictober23 #1

[lucidrims]

24 / 7 with you.

⸻ sitting in front of what he would usually use as his vlog-slash-ghost-hunting camera, jinhae reaches over to press the record button, waiting for the red light to turn on. once he gets the signal, he gives the camera a wave and a small smile, " hello, this video is for yang jongho and him only. i'll be uploading it to my youtube channel for everyone to see though. because . . as much as he hates attention, i think everyone deserves to know how much of an impact he's made on my whole life. " looking at himself in the viewfinder, jinhae couldn't help but burst out laughing at how serious he looked. " ah, this looks like an apology video -- but i'm telling you all right now, it's not. i didn't do anything problematic, or, least i think i didn't. i'm just here to talk about my boyfriend, and to show my appreciation to him. my handwriting is shit, so i thought a video letter would be better. "

now that his little introduction was done, the soccer player takes a deep breath, " jongho ya, if you're watching this right now, first off, hello. i hope you're comfortable wherever you're watching this from. " breaking out a bigger smile, he briefly looks over at his phone on the table, " it is now, august 22nd, 2:33am, and i stepped away from the room just so i could record this. you're asleep right now, and -- as always, i didn't want to wake the baby angel cherub sleeping beside me. you look so at peace when you're asleep and i know the both of us struggle with sleep so i would never want to take away even one second of your sleep from you. " lacing his fingers together, he rests his hands over his stomach and leans back on the chair comfortably, " to be honest, i don't know where i should even start. i feel like, even though we've been officially dating for just a month, we've gone through so much already. " thoughts of him and his journey to win jongho's heart start playing in his head like an old movie in his head, causing him to smile once again.

" to start off, i wanted to say thank you. for . . quite literally everything you do for me. if i could describe it, you added color to my life. for the longest time, it felt like i was in some sort of black and white movie. but when you came in, everything changed. i can't even quantify how much my life has changed since we started dating. " now leaning over the table with both elbows to come closer to the camera, he continues on, " but you didn't just turn my whole life around for the better -- even i myself, i know that i've changed internally. you and your love changed me. i started to look forward to every single morning. rather than living life aimlessly with no real goals or ambitions, i even started to envision and look forward the future. " jinhae clears his throat, lips twitching into a small smile, " a future with you in it. no matter how much i tried to look at things, i really couldn't imagine living out the rest of my days without you - and really, that's when i knew that you were different. see, i've met a lot of people in my life, seen a lot of faces, even spent intimate moments with others . . but nothing else has come close to the feeling you give me. with you, i'm home. you are my home. " sincere words continue to pour out of him, " no one else makes me feel loved and adored the way you do. when i look into those eyes, those beautiful, wonderful eyes, i can feel your heart. without even saying anything, i can feel your love. . right. . here. " he pokes at the left side of his chest, looking down momentarily before gazing up at the camera, heartfelt eyes staring into the camera lens.

" do you remember our conversation about my dream ? when i told you that i had the recurring scene in my head of you lying on the snow and me rushing to you ? it's weird to say out loud, but i really feel as if this happened. i do fully believe that we've met so many times in our past lives. " a solemn nod follows, " do you think we loved each other in those lifetimes too ? i would like to think so. there's no other explanation for why we're so drawn to each other like this. " his hand brushes through his thick hair, tilting his head, tongue swiping over his lips to wet them, " and, i hope you don't mind but -- i'd like to think that even in the lifetimes to follow, i will still be loving you. doesn't matter if you don't love me back, i know my heart will always, always scream your name. i feel it, jongho ya. and i know you feel it too. " he raises his hand, pointing to his empty ring finger, reciting a quote he memorized before, " this magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break. " jinhae didn't really need to give much context, as he already knew that jongho could clearly catch onto what he was talking about. it was fate. they were fated to be together, and the both of them knew that.

right on cue, as he was about to wrap up, he heard some rustling coming from the other room, " ah, i think you're awake so -- i gotta wrap this up. hmm, let me think about how to wrap this up nicely. " tucking his lower lip under his upper tier, he puffs out his cheeks in thought, organizing his thoughts, " just know. whatever the future holds for us - whether good or bad, i will always be here for you. i don't care what kind of role i will play in your life, as long as i'm in it. i will always be your rock, your knight-in-shining armor for when you need it, i will keep you safe. and i will make damn sure that you feel loved every fucking day because it's what you deserve, yang jongho, that, and so much more. " jinhae wasn't much of a crier, but one could clearly see the tears welling in his eyes as he smiles, showing off the smile that he knew jongho loved, baring his whole set of teeth, " okay, i gotta go. bye, future jongho ! i have to go give past jongho some kisses now. " he then starts waving at the camera, his smile staying in place, " i love you. " and with that, he presses the end record button, effectively cutting the video.

( @heartcode ♡ )

#𓆩*𓆪 jinhae & jongho | say can i make you mine ? #not me tearing up writing this #ok runs off #enjoy!! #i still love how their anniversary is literally 24/7 #HIHIHIHIHI #heartcode

[variousqueerthings]

its taking so much self control not to search for all the messy trap, BJ, and hawk fics (that I hope exist!). also that bridget jones video is amazing, its so easy to forget how awkward real life fighting actually is lol. Im picturing BJ as darcy and trap as cleaver. side note, I also read your hawk/lyle and it was honestly so good, well written and soo hot!

oh hai, I didn't see you there!

EDIT: So this is not what your ask is about and I'm sorry, I went on a post-finale watching tangent, I apologise for not being funny anymore, even though the original post was light-hearted. GFA spoilers

*

It's funny, because now I've seen the finale, I feel like I need to wallow for a bit in the version of the story in which BJ and Hawkeye never see each other again.

It's got that sweet, sweet bitterness to it.

It's also funny, both my flatmate and my partner -- although I will hazard not to put words in their mouths -- are, let's say, not fond of BJ, because, well... he does many a highly questionably thing in response to the Horrors, especially to Hawkeye, but to me at least that ending, it's very much offering a final understanding of that character that softens him just a tad (to me, my feelings).

He undoubtedly, unthinkingly, several times messes up with Hawkeye within those two hours alone (which is worse: bringing up babies to the guy who's just had a breakdown brought on by the death of a baby, or leaving without a note, possibly knowing some element of the way that Trapper left, if not the entire thing???)

And then when Hawkeye, in a particularly harrowing way, reaches out to him (what would you do if I were bleeding out in your arms -- paraphrased) he brushes it off, because he's steadily become more depressed and therefore self-centred in how he gets through it all, and has used Hawkeye to project more than been able to look at him directly, to absorb any of Hawkeye's pain on top of his own. And here's Hawkeye invoking the most terrible, final goodbye he can think of, and BJ runs away from it. It's terrible!

And then!

And then he does it!

He does the one thing that Hawkeye asked of him, in the way he could do it. He left him a note. He made it as big as possible. He said the only thing that really needed to be said in it: goodbye.

Is it enough? After all of that? Maybe that's not really what the question can be (after all, a better man is not what Hawkeye's ever asked for from him, and in many ways BJ's bitterness about being a replacement for Hawkeye's pain about Trapper is not unfounded either -- the projection goes both ways, even if one is more overtly aggressive).

But he did it.

It's funny too, I was saying around s10 that I was really missing the big gestures of s7 -- I have yet to confirm on this my second watch (and feel free to let me know if there is an example I've forgotten), but I don't think BJ ever does anything as big for Hawkeye as he does in s7ep2, that sort of declaration, it was gargantuan in its scale and continued to exist in metaphor in those faded, pink pieces of clothing BJ kept for most of the rest of the show. I confess I missed the moment they were no longer there, but I believe at least not throughout the entirety of Goodbye, Farewell and Amen.

And this was a gesture, it was the thing I'd been wondering about the absence of and missing, and hoping BJ might in some way find it in himself to return to -- to not be so blinded by what he thinks he needs (to keep his eyes firmly on home and Peggy and Erin), but to value what he's had here, to value Hawkeye enough to grant him that goodbye.

SO after all of that thinking about BJ and Trapper potentially meeting (and tbh I think once I'm past this initial stage of just... sitting with the finale for 5 to 100000 business days, I will go back to thinking about it, the scenario is fantastic), I am currently, as it turns out in reaction to that ending, far more focused on the importance of goodbyes.

#❤ anon #❤ alan alda #i do apologise for this i dont control the brain #bj hunnicutt #trapper mcintyre #hawkeye pierce #MASH #this is not about *redemption* or anything trite like that -- it's not about if bj is essentially good enough or not for hawkeye #it's that they were both very broken and they allowed themselves in the last moment to offer healing to one another #just a smidgeon... #goodbye farewell and goodbye #MASH season 11 #I PROMISE I WILL ANSWER TO THE ACTUAL ASK AT SOME PONIT #POINT* #OH ALSO I WENT BACK AND JUST REREAD YOUR ASK: THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENT TOO #hi I'm... like this.... #it's quite late apologies for any errors #long post #ive watched MASH

[plagues02]

Coming Out

Summary: Momo noticed that Ryoma wasn't at practice, and later learned he was also not at school. He decided to check on Ryoma on his way home. Characters: Ryoma Echizen, Takeshi Momoshiro Word Count: 1081

“Where’s Ryoma?” Momo asked, looking around the tennis court.

Practice started about fifteen minutes ago, and they would normally have a few stragglers who joined late for various reasons. Momo knew this well as he was often one of them, but it was rare for Ryoma to be late, unless there was something else school related he was assigned to.

His under classmate looked over at him from where he was practicing his swing. “He wasn’t in class today,” he replied.

Momo raised an eyebrow and wondered to himself. He decided he would go by Ryoma’s house on his way home to check on him. He couldn’t help but worry for Ryoma, especially when he noticed the young man didn’t look the greatest the day before during the practice.

The rest of practice went on as normal, but it did feel a little off without their smallest starter around. Momo waved goodbye to the others after showering and grabbing his school bag. He knew the route to Ryoma’s house well since he’s rode it multiple times before.

Momo didn’t think the visit would take long. After all, he was just seeing if Ryoma was sick or not, and if he was sick, he wanted to see how the younger man was doing.

When he pulled up to the house, he noticed the two cars that belonged to Ryoma’s family weren’t at the house. That meant either Ryoma was home alone or that he wasn’t at home. If he wasn’t at home, that would make this visit quicker. Momo stopped his bike by the gate and kicked down the stand before walking up to the front door. He noted that Ryoma’s window was closed as he knocked on the door.

It felt like a few minutes before the door finally opened. It was probably only a minute, but it felt much longer. There stood Ryoma, dressed in sweatpants and an old t-shirt. He has seen better days. The boy’s eyes widened at the sight of his teammate.

“Momo! What are you doing here?”

The older boy could tell the other was nervous by his tone. He also looked tense, staring up at his friend. Ryoma shifted on his feet as Momo rubbed the back of his neck.

“You weren’t at practice, and Horio said you also weren’t in class. I, um, just wanted to come check on you,” explained Momo.

Ryoma got quiet, nodding. He couldn’t meet Momo’s eyes, causing Momo to worry even more. Before Momo could open his mouth to ask what was wrong, Ryoma’s legs gave out.

The older boy caught him, noticing how his legs were shaking. Momo frowned, and his body moved before his brain caught up. He helped Ryoma back into the house and started to walk to the nearby dining room table to get him to sit.

“Momo,,, can you help me to my room?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.”

Momo changed his path to Ryoma’s room without another word. He had been in there a few times, mainly to play video games on their days off. He supposed if Ryoma was feeling this unwell, then his bed would be more comfortable.

When they got to his room, the older boy sat Ryoma down on his bed. Ryoma couldn’t meet Momo’s eyes, and his cheeks were pink.

“,,, so you’re sick. I’ll leave and let you rest,” Momo went to leave, not wanting to make Ryoma any more uncomfortable than he already was.

Ryoma bit his lip, wondering if he should say anything. There were many things running through his head. When Momo got to the door and was about to leave, he made up his mind.

“I’m not sick.”

Momo paused, looking back at the younger boy.

“,,,You don’t need to say anything if you don’t want to, Ryoma. You obviously don’t feel well so I’m not going to push you,” he gave a small smile.

“,,,” Ryoma stared up at him before a sigh left his lips. He looked away as he said something; it was very quiet.

Momo tilted his head a little. “I didn’t quite hear you. What was that?” His tone was very worried.

“I’m on my period.”

The room got quiet. Momo looked at the door before back to Ryoma. He took a step away and closed the door, despite knowing the house was empty, before walking closer to the other side of the room. He spun around Ryoma’s desk chair and sat down.

Ryoma couldn’t meet Momo’s eyes again. He stared down at his hands in his lap, and his cheeks were starting to turn pink again. Momo stared at the younger boy.

“I-I’m not a-”

“So you’re trans?” Momo cut him off; Ryoma’s head snapped up. “What? You’re a trans man, no big deal,,, So your period is that bad, huh?”

The younger boy froze, staring ahead at Momo with wide eyes. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to make words come out, but nothing would escape his lips. Ryoma gave up and responded with a nod. This definitely wasn't the reaction he expected.

Momo relaxed his body, picking up on how nervous Ryoma was. He gave a soft smile. “You know,” he started. “You’re not the only trans man on the team.”

Ryoma tilted his head, knowing he wouldn’t be able to speak. Momo gave a small huff sound before continuing, “Yeah, the rest of the team knows. Sorry, we never said anything; We honestly thought you knew Kaido was trans.”

The younger boy’s eyes widened as he processed it. No words were able to come out of his mouth still; he got like this sometimes in high stress. He couldn’t help it, and Momo knew this.

Momo stood up from his seat and reached over. He ruffled Ryoma’s hair and gave him a smile. “Don’t worry, Ryoma. I won’t tell anyone about this. Come out when you’re ready. Thank you for trusting me.”

The underclass mate looked up at him and smiled back. Momo chuckled softly. “I should get going. See you in a few days, Ryoma.”

Ryoma nodded in response as his upper classmate gave one last ruffled before he left. The boy was left alone to process what happened.

Before cramps could take over again, he laid back in his bed. Ryoma’s eyes drooped as he decided to take a nap, happy knowing his team wouldn’t date him for being trans.

He wasn’t ready to come out to the whole team, but it was a start.

#wash fic #prince of tennis #prince of tennis ryoma #prince of tennis momo #tenipuri #tenipuri fic #trans ryoma echizen #ryoma echizen #takeshi momoshiro #fanfic #headcanons

[apexart-journal]

Mvelo Mahlangu in NYC, Day 12

I started off my morning early, running out into the cold, headed towards Brooklyn for a Quaker prayer. My mom had mentioned before that she had some Quaker friends and that it was a sector of Christianity. Other than that piece of information, I had never heard of the Quaker religion nor did I know how they practiced. As soon a I got to the building, I started getting a little bit worried because it was so quiet. If the maintenance person was not there fixing a pipe, I genuinely would have thought I had come at the wrong time and probably left. I told him that I was here for a Quaker meeting ad he told me that it was taking place upstairs and that I was right to be there. I followed his instruction and found myself walking into a room with some people silently sitting in pews that faced towards the centre of the room. I was caught off guard. I sat down and realised that this was how Quakers prayed and gathered. An individual experience shared in the same space as others. We sat there for the next hour and half, which I used as a good opportunity to chant and meditate. After the meeting ended, I made my way over to the 9/11 memorial plaza. 

The first thing I saw as soon as I walked out of the subway was just this giant white structure with ‘spikes’ arching over its sides almost like inverted rib bones. It also reminded me of a dinosaur skeleton. I’ve seen this building online before, but seeing it in person gave me such a difference feeling. Waling around it and towards the 9/11 memorial, I saw so many sculptures of animals sitting about, playing chess and doing human activities. Across the road I saw a building completely covered in graffiti which added a bright and youthful energy. 

Seeing the 9/11 memorial was breath taking. I think before coming to NY, I knew about 9/11 and what a tragic moment in the history of NYC it was. But I don’t think I truly understood what it meant to everyone in the country and how deeply scarring it was. At the time it happened, I was only 2 years old. Seeing the memorial in front of me and seeing all the names of the people who passed away that day, engraved into the perimeter of where one of the buildings stood was unfathomable.  Later, I went and did more research into what happened that day and stumbled upon some videos of people recounting their experience. I wonder where everyone working at apexart was, when it all happened…

After my moment at the memorial, I went into the dinosaur skeleton looking building and realised it was a mall with so many different shops. Looking up, I felt as though I was in the belly of a giant. I caught the subway from within the building which I now know is called the “Oculus”. Tonight, I would be heading to Astoria, Queens, to play trivia! Upon arriving back at the apartment, before heading out to Astoria, I decided to google the bar I’d be going to. It was a Mexican bar/restaurant, called Daliah, that had some amazing vegetarian options. As I was about to exit the website, I saw a notification saying that they would not be open today due to the Super Bowl. I didn’t realise how big the sueprbowl was, I’ve only really engaged with the content of the performances that happen in between games. I took this as a good opportunity to stay in and rest. 

#Mvelo Mahlangu #inbound from Johannesburg

[barnesbabee]

collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read  ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

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