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mattsivy · 1 month

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sigh have to do this again 😔 anywhore 😼 rick smut with enemies to lovers and age gap set during prison era, reader was alr in the group before rick even showed up (L ratio) and she’s just a massive brat (#girlpower) and ricks just like omf can you shut up and then she’s like make me bitch 😼 then BOOM sexy time (is this enough detail 😔) OH and lots of sexual tension 😼

HYPNOTIC ━︎━︎━︎ RICK GRIMES

pairing; Prison Era!Rick Grimes x reader

cw; mentions of death, swearing, making out, fingering, pet names ( baby, sweetheart, good girl ), p in v, hair pulling, choking, spanking (like 2 spanks), dumbification, dirty talk, degrading & praising. age gap (the reader is in her mid-twenties and Rick is in his very late thirties). unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) not proofread. if I’ve missed anything lmk

summary; you and Rick Grimes have hated each other since he stepped foot into the camp. After months on months of sexual tension, something finally happens

Author notes; this is literally gonna be filth guys. thanks for requesting my girl!! Second ever smut so pls be nice. this is so rushed and I got lazy asf at the end, I'm sure you’ll see!

You hated Rick Grimes with every fibre of your being. He walked around, acting like he owned everyone from the second he entered the camp, yet, hearing the gut-wrenching cries as he found out he lost his wife almost killed you.

You had been the one to cut Lori open, killing her. She had asked you too. To save her baby, Rick blamed you. How could he not? You killed his wife.

Despite the guilt, you couldn't help but match his attitude as you argued. The group quickly went to do their own things, not wanting to be caught in the middle.

“God! Can you just stop fuckin’ bitchin’?” Rick snapped. Your jaw clenched. You were not bitching. You were simply pointing out that his attitude is not okay. Lori had told you that her baby comes first. She actually demanded it, even when you had refused.

“Make me,” You challenged, you genuinely thought he would fall flat, walking away. Oh, how wrong you were.

Rick stalked towards you, a look in his eyes that told you you had flipped a switch within him. Soon enough, you were backed against the hard wall of the prison. “You’re gonna be wishin’ you never said that sweetheart,” Rick spoke gruffly.

“Yeah? What the fuck you gonna do?” You sassed him, which was a very bad idea. Soon enough, Rick turned you around, your cheek squishing against the wall.

“God, tell me you don't want this. ‘Cause if I start, I won't be able to stop,” Rick groaned out. You blinked, nodding.

“Words, sweetheart,” Rick demanded, his hand running up and down your sides.

“I want this,” You spoke, your words all muffled due to your cheeks being squished against the wall. God, you don’t know what you were thinking but he was so hot. So why not?

That was all Rick needed before he practically tore off your jeans. You were not happy about that, clothes were hard to come by these days.

Rick let out a low growl as he saw your lacy panties, which were soaked through.

“You all soaked from our argument? Dirty girl,” Rick tutted, landing a soft smack on your ass. You let out a little whine.

“Yeah? You like that?” Rick let out a little chuckle, landing a harder smack on your ass, thoroughly enjoying the little whines that fall from your mouth.

His rough hand makes its way down your waist until he’s pulling down your panties, exposing your cunt to the cold air.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Rick hummed as she rubbed your ass, before flipping you around so you facing him. He caught you in a searing kiss as his hand made its way down to your clit, rubbing in soft circles. You let out a little whine into Rick’s mouth.

Rick smirked against your mouth before he pulled away with a bite of your lip, his head dipping down into your neck, his lips moving softly against your sensitive neck. He entered one finger into your cunt.

You let out a loud moan, your head lulling back as he pumped his finger in and out of you. “More,” You gasped out.

“You want another?” Rick had the damned smirk on his face. You nodded. “Words,” He took his hand in your face, squishing your cheeks together.

“Yes, please!” You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders. Rick adds another finger, stretching out your tight cunt.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby,” Rick groaned, making the coil in your stomach tighten. You were a sucker for dirty talk

“Gonna cum,” You gasped out.

“Cum, Sweetheart. Be a good girl,” Rick rubbed his thumb against your clit, making you let out a pornographic moan, gushing around his fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so fuckin’ hot, baby. Don’t know why I didn’t have my way with you earlier,” Rick groaned out, fiddling with his belt. You ran your hands down his chest, all the way to his belt before you helped him undo it. Rick quickly pulled jeans and boxers down, revealing his hard cock.

It was bigger than anything you’ve ever had before, and it scared and excited you. Rick captured your lips in another searing kiss. It was messy, teeth clashing and tongues battling for dominance, which Rick won.

“Turn around,” Rick broke the kiss, making your knees go weak and doing exactly what he said. He rubbed his tip against your folds before slowly entering you, the pain mixing with the pleasure. It was such a delicious stretch.

“You can move,” You gasped out, making Rick groan. He moved his hips slowly at first before he started to pick up the pace. He wrapped his hand around your hair, in a ponytail before tugging it up, your head being tilted upwards.

You let out a string of loud moans as he pounded into you. Soon enough, his hand snaked down your belly, rubbing your clit. You were a babbling mess.

“Fuck, Sweetheart, look at you. You’re already a dumb cockdrunk slut,” He groaned, his hips snapping into you at a quicker pace.

It wasn’t long before you saw stars, coming around his cock, Rick let out a loud moan, following shortly after, releasing his load into your cunt.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s get you cleaned up,” He pressed a kiss to your sweaty back. Maybe, you didn’t hate him after all.

tags ━︎━︎━︎ @rottedcxre @guccifrog @breeloveschris @demistyles @luverboychris xox, nancy

#rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #twd #the walking dead #smut #rick grimes smut

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judasgot-it · 3 months

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I JUST WATCHED A TIKTOK AND OMGJSBELSNEN I need my favorite writer write something with it😭

It was about a wife having period cramps and using her husband’s hand as a heating pad and I instantly thought that that would be definitely a tecchou thing, I mean, It would be his idea fr

You're not only right about this - Tecchou is the kind of guy to go to the store and buy pads and say "It's uterUS babe. This might not be a battle I can fight, but I'll be there to support you." or some stupid shit. Probably made a whole speech about how men should support women and all that (he's a feminist goddammit)

Also omg I'm your fav writer ?? I'm screaming rn like rolling around on the floor. ILY anon <3

Scenario: Tecchou helps you relax on your period

"...that fart on my face saved my life."

Tecchou watched as on the TV screen, a group of scantily clad women poorly acted out being electrocuted. His face cringed as they bounced around, the screen flashing with the poor effects - how they shrilled in fake horror.

You were next to him, your head laying on his lap as you somehow found joy in the piss-poor acting of a film. The room was filled with over-the-top, unrealistic gore, and your overly entertained laughter.

He closed his eyes, relaxing deeper into the sofa as he tried to tune out the movie. He tried to distract himself by playing with your hair, feeling the strands slowly sift through his calloused fingers while you relaxed deeper onto his thigh.

A laugh escaped him when he finally heard the main character die, his hand hovering right above your shoulder as he let himself have a moment of joy.

"Are you enjoying the movie, babe?"

Opening his eyes, he watched as you twisted your body to look up at him, smiling a wide toothy grin. It was cute - like a cuddly cat, ready to dig her paws into his shirt. Without warning, he lightly squished your cheeks together with his fingers, watching the fat on your face squeeze and pill around, stretching and shrinking your lips.

A small smile pulled on his face as he watched your brows pinch together, your body further adjusting to accommodate his gentle teasing. Your nails dug into his hips, like a cat he thought, as you found a comfortable position laying across his thighs.

"Tecchou."

You stretched out his name, groaning as he moved his hand to start rubbing up and down your back. The soft pressure gave a gentle relief to the aching pain in your lower back, the small contractions causing you cramps that no man could survive.

"Do you need something?"

Tecchou tried to say this as gently as he could, his voice carrying over the film. You hummed, your jaw knocking back against his thigh.

"Can you get me a heating pad? My crampings are killing me."

You groaned as you said this, using Tecchou's obnoxious amount of body heat as an escape from the aggressive pain your body was putting you through. Maybe it was all of the working out because he always seemed to be warm enough to cause a housefire.

"Here. I have a better idea."

Without warning, Tecchou moved your aching body as if you were an ailing cat - with ease, although he was more than gentle. Carefully, he shimmied himself to lay underneath you, with your head lying on top of his chest and his arms resting against your stomach.

His body was warm, permeating through your skin as his calloused fingers traced your exposed navel, leaving invisible patterns in the skin. The pain that had started to lessen instead replaced with an overwhelming feeling, Tecchou.

The movie had faded away into the background - bad horror acting and awful sound effects, soon replaced with thinking about the feeling of the man lying underneath you.

"You know, this movie kind of sucks. No offense."

His voice was deep, reverberating through his chest like a cello while you pressed your ear simply just to listen. Simply humming, you felt his fingers tap mindless tunes along your skin, his palm being a light weight against your stomach.

"You look like a sleepy cat, it's cute."

"Don't move. I think I wanna fall asleep this way, you're just really comfortable."

Tecchou let out a huffed laugh, his leg pulling up to press you closer to him. You went back to watching the film, drowsily and numbingly listening as Tecchou complained about some inaccuracy in the film involving law enforcement. It was easy to drown out, with his soft T-shirt brushing against your ear each time he spoke, his arm readjusting you carefully as if you barely weighed anything.

He felt safe.

This movie is real btw and it was kinda ass but also kinda ok?? IDK

#bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #tecchou x reader #bsd x y/n #tecchou bsd #tecchou x you #tetcho x reader #tecchou x y/n

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georgies-ftts · 8 months

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my genuine thoughts and reactions watching One Piece as someone who has never consumed a different piece of One Piece media before

spoilers… obviously…

Episode 1:

thick glaswegian accent straight away you’ve won me over

this guys moustache is immaculate kinda looks like every version of captain hook ever mushed into one

i recognise the scottish guy

random guy #374’s sideburns are… definitely there

slay drop a bomb before you’re executed horribly

cracker opening theme actually 9/10 should’ve been longer

fourth wall break?

nope he’s talking to a bird

okay funky trouser man you shout into the abyss

this birds got better drip than me

‘Mutiny’ funny actually

he’s not having a good time

what the actual fuck is that ship

aldiva? love of my life?

Koby needs a fresh trim… probably… idk

love me some cheeky windmills

i recognise red hair hat man too

that kids fully gonna die

luffy is fuckin nuts

is he eating… raw??? steak???

australian pink haired harrypotter is about to shit himself

dudes about to get his shit rocked

funky hat man??? is fucking??? elastic

rope burn doesn’t exist in this universe

elastic head is genuinely fuckin horrific

but also slay

think i’m gonna like depressed green hair man

Mr 7 is wearing two ruffs….

‘My favourite is number 1’ fuck him up emotionally i like it

and then fuck him physically this is going grand actually

sword fights that are choreographed immaculately and with fluid camera movements truly do hold a very special place in my heart

oh wait is the luffy kid funky straw hat man

“your mug” yes get that slang in there

wait but luffy has a steady american accent with no twangs

purple orb i’d eat it

oh so would he apparently

what the fuck it’s green

who the fuck is red haired hat man i can’t be bothered to pull up imdb

don’t kill shanks he treats the bar staff with respect

he was in ‘fresh meat’ i found him

he’s so gonna die

i’d slap man bun guy so fuckin hard

luffy needs to like… have a nap or something

woah luffy straight in there with the insults

he had a munch and now he’s a bit bendy

now i recognise koby jesus christ

didn’t need to slap the poor guy jesus

koby is cute i like them

ginger woman floating in the sea

“sweetheart” fucking get rid of them

is she gonna fuck em up

slay queen found a new love of my life and she’s wearing funky socks

‘where’s my face?’ bruvva i could squish your cheeks like a toddler that wall is not for you

it’s green haired sword guy love him

“one for my friend” dude that is a body. in a sack.

it’s ginger sock girl, marry me

blonde british man is gonna catch these fists, sir that is a child leave her alone

lucious malfoy looking ass

yes Zoro (the subtitles are the only reason i know what’s goi-)

did he just eat that off the floor.

blonde british man is fucking terrifying

another sword fight???????

kolby you are me actually

fuck them up fuck them up fuck them up

i’m a lesbian but i do think green haired man just turned me bisexual

“my father” jesus fuckin christ they hired draco malfoy

like the rum???

jesus christ daddy’s boy needs a fuckin gag or some shit

i want Zoro’s earrings please

why does this man have a metal plate bolted into his face

“where does it even go” i think you know

koby realising not everything that’s made out to be ‘good’ is always good slay, we love a little bit of depth

i love a cgi sewer pipe

jesus chrrriiiiiiist draco malfoy is back

kick him in the balls

“when i get down” dude you are literally half on the floor already….

my wife ginger socks girl is back everything is good

she’s gone again, devastated

luffy kinda has the percy jackson cockiness yknow?

luffy 10/10 would do a phycology gcse

fucking english bastards ruining everything

it’s fine she fucked em up again

what is the grand line may i ask

her eyes are stunning

i think she just shat herself

draco malfoy needs to go what the-

that’s his bare arse

chop his dick off

please

i beg you

i think luffy just wants some friends

she’s a pickpocket too holy fuck-

“i’m never joining” yuh huh sure

why’s she searching the papers on the desk surely they would be in a draw or some shit or like a secret message or something

win for luffy

153rd marines really doesn’t sound all that threatening

so he’s like… hench as fuck too?

protect the hat luffy as you should

green haired man’s just pitched up c’mon

slay, literally and figuratively

is he wearing zebra trousers?

not where i thought the sword went…

yeaaahhh fuck him up

that kick was fucking immaculate

so green man is also fuckin hench???

oi listen to the queen

HA MALFOYS HAIR REMINDS ME OF MY WEIRD BARBIE

zoro smiled that’s it life is good

KOBY MY SON

koby no don’t

okay koby you slay love you

you keep them massive fuck off glasses safe

do they meet again? please tell my they meet again and they both live and are happy i will cry-

ooo action music my favourite kind of tv music

what the fuck is that snail and why is it also a phone

SCOTTISH MAN IS BACK

they took your mum actually

a pirate in a straw hat who’s skin is made of rubber thankyou

ooo new emo green haired man

they infact we’re not planning anything ever

that’s that one guy from agents of shield

jesus he’s fuckin creepy

oh that’s terrifying actually

FUCKIN TUNE

#one piece #one piece netflix #ronoroa zoro #monkey d. luffy #op nami #koby one piece #op koby #netflix #one piece live action

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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Seeing Red | Ch.7: 📲 Little Mitchells ✍️

Summary: Who's gonna tell dad?

Masterlist on pinned.

THERE'S A WRITTEN SECTION AFTER THE TEXTS!

“They know, right?” Red mumbles, her eyes never leaving Liam’s figure.

“Yeah. But don’t worry, they’re mad at me.”

“It’s not your fault, you didn’t know. Not even I knew.”

Jake's phone lits up, revealing the wedding photo he had kept as his lockscreen for years. He tries to hide it, turning the phone, but Red’s hand stops him. The feeling of her warm, soft skin almost makes him cry again.

“You have our wedding picture as a wallpaper?”

“Dada” Jake drops the phone and grabs Liam’s hands. He had been hugging him since he saw him in the parking lot. He didn’t want to let go. Jake didn't want to let go either.

“Yes, buddy?”

Liam’s hands move up to Jake’s face, squishing his cheeks and making the pilot laugh. He starts speaking in his own language, which Jake doesn’t understand. He turns to Red, asking for help with wide eyes.

“He wants you to sleep with him tonight.” She whispers.

“Oh well, I don’t know if I-”

“Pwease”

Charlotte parks in front of the house, gets out of the car, and opens the door to take Liam in his arms. “Come on, baby. Mom and Dad have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Dada don’t leave!” Liam yells, already feeling anxious about being taken away from his dad.

“Not leaving, promise. Look.” Jake takes off his dog tags, handing them to his son. “Dada can’t leave without these. You hold them, and Dada won’t go away. Okay?”

“Otay,” he giggles. And just like that, he walks inside the house.

“He likes shiny things.” Red comments, looking at her feet. “I always told him that you were far away saving the world and that you would sleep with him once you came back.”

“Red, look at me, please.”

She raises her head, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes. “I didn’t want to hide him I swear, you never answered my calls and-”

Jake hugs her, for the first time in three years, he feels the world fall into place. “Don’t worry about that. I’m the only one responsible for this mess, Red. I just… I want to be part of his life.”

“Jake, this isn’t like having a relationship. If you assume that role, if you want to be his father, you can’t back out. I’m not letting you hurt him as much as you hurt me.”

“I won’t. I can’t explain why I did that, but I swear on my son that I did what I thought was right.”

Red sighs, sitting on the car's hood. “It’s complicated to explain to a two-year-old that his parents are divorced.”

“I can’t even imagine,” he sits next to her, smiling when he hears Liam’s voice from inside the house. “What does he think we are?”

“He thinks his dad is a superhero, and he has to be away from his wife and son to protect the world but also to protect them from the bad guys.”

Jake almost snorts. It’s like she knows the truth. “So in his eyes, we’re married and love each other.”

“Yep.”

“What’s the plan, Commander?”

Red chuckles, a nervous laugh that ends up in tears. “I don’t know, I wasn’t prepared for this to happen. I feel like a bad mom, a horrible woman, and a bitchy ex-wife.”

“Hey, it’s not that bad. I abandoned my wife and unborn son, never talked about her to anyone, missed two years of my child’s life, and just found out that I’m the biggest asshole this planet has seen.”

They laugh at the same time. What a mess they’re in.

“You are more than welcome in Liam’s life. But if you leave, I will haunt you and skin you alive.” There’s a fire in her eyes. The same one he saw outside Cyclone's office.

A lioness protecting her cub.

“I will gladly sit down and wait for you to kill me if I hurt him.”

“Come on, he’s as impatient as you.”

Red walks in front of him, but stops immediately. She turns, finger raised, and points at him. “This doesn’t mean that we are gonna end up together again. I made that mistake once. I will not make it again.”

“This isn’t about us anymore, Red. It’s about him.”

“Glad we’re on the same page.”

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peekaboo-icyou · 11 months

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Found

Part 3

Part 4 of fear

They had left on there mission to find you or your ring they tracked it and it showed up all the way on some island they flew there wilbur was super anxious and terrified to see what they had done to your body I mean who wants to see their true loves body with wounds he was trying his best to hide his very upset self I mean he still looked like and absolute mess his hair was long his stubble had grown out and his eye bags were horrible he couldn’t wait to kill every last one of those bastards

“C’mon get into the dress now!” The man stands above you looking furious “no I don’t want to marry you!” He slaps you making you sob harder and fall to the floor “yes you do!” You sob “No! No no! I love Wilbur not you! He’s my husband not you!” He looks at you even angrier “that’s it” he grabs your arm and drags you back to your room and throws you to the floor “your going to stay in here without food or water until you realize how much you need me!”

It took a few days to get to the exact place of the ring and when they did it was just outside a mansion they looked around at the windows and they saw one on the second floor that was all boarded up, and then they broke inside

All you heard was yelling and maids screaming and shooting lots of shooting you tried to get up but you were so weak from not eating or drinking anything for a few days, then you heard doors being kicked in then it got closer then finally your door was kicked open so you just closed your eyes and pretended to be dead “baby?! Oh god were going to get you out of here and a proper….” You open you eyes and Wilbur’s right there about to pick you up “Your alive!” He picks you up and squeezes you tight then he kisses you “let’s get you out of here” “put my wife down!” You hear Mateo say “she’s not your wife! Look I get she’s one of the most beautiful women you’ve probably ever interacted with but she’s mine so get your own” You hear them both pull their guns out, they both end up losing there guns then Mateo throws wilbur to the floor and starts to strangle him you some how gather the strength to grab a gun and point it at Mateo “fuck you” you then shoot him the recoil knocks you over since your so weak “baby!” Wilbur picks you up again and rushes you out of there

You woke up in a hotel room “Wilbur…” you hear the sink turn off “y/n?!” He rushes over to you and hugs you you see tears in his eyes “I thought you were dead!” He starts to cry “what did they do to you baby?” Your stomach growls he chuckles “hungry?” you nod, he gets you f/f “can you please tell me what they did to you?” You nod “he d-didn’t do anything bad he just hit me a few tim-“ “he hit you?! Oh that fucker” you tear up “and he made me kiss him and do other stuff” he hugs you “oh I’m so sorry baby i promise this’ll never happen again and guess what” he cups you face and squishes it before getting up and going to the bathroom and coming back with a container “I found your ring and now all it needs is your hand” you smile and put your hand out “there you go baby” he hugs you “how long have you not eaten for” “I think it was 3 maybe 4 days…” you sound super weak “oh god if that man were still alive I would torture the fuck out of him” “you killed him?” He smiles proudly “no you did love” you look at him shocked “I-I did?” He nods and you burst into tears “hey hey what’s wrong” you look at him “I killed someone!” He hugs you tighter “hey it’s okay baby he hurt you first and he was a shitty guy he’s killed thousands of innocent people” you sniffle “now let’s get some more food in you then we can cuddle okay?” You nod “I love you Wilby” he hugs you tighter “I love you to love”

Should I make a part 5 and if I should what should it be about?

#wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt wilbur #mafia au #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dream smp #mafia boss x reader fluff #mafia romance #mafia rp #mafia aesthetic

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woodsfae · 5 months

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Babylon 5 s03e11 Ceremonies of Light and Fire table of contents - previous episode

It opens with a neat shot of Ivanova’s face in a porthole, backs away to show how tiny it is against a fraction of the ship, then back in. Love little things like that when they’re sprinkled in. Also, really smooth use of CGI there.

Garibldi’s arm is broken and, to my surprise, Ivanova rubs his back supportively when he talks about not wanting to be in a cast!

Delenn and Lennier are working hard.

“Lennier, you still haven’t told me what you think of all this.” “Opinion doesn’t enter into it. What is, is. Prophecy said one day we would unite with the other half of our soul in a war with the ancient enemy. It is what we have done.”

It’s amusing to see a mystic that’s so pragmatic. But Lennier hold multitudes. He’s a complicated, serene little guy. I just wanna. Squish him. In a nice way.

Not sure who was almost just attacked. Marcus? Probably Marcus. He’s from the Mars colony and is happy they seceded from Earthgov.

Sheridan is back in a dress uniform for the funeral of the crew who died defending B5 last episode. It’s surprisingly few, and only seems to have human names. I do hope we get a recounting of the Narns who died as well.

Does Londo holographically record all his meetings? Amazing. Love the tiny hologram to shame Lord Refa from Londo, who should be feeling a lot more shame than he is. So funny - legitimately funny seeing Londo try to shame Lord Refa into doing the right thing. When did shame ever work on Londo? Oh, never mind. He’s backing up the shame with poison. That’s a much better insurance policy.

Londo seems to be feeling emboldened by his meeting with Lady Morella, third wife of the late Emperor, and seer of renown. Since he made a series of Less Idiotic Decisions and Delenn wants to invite him to the healing ceremony it looks like we might be at the beginning of Londo’s redemption arc!

Ahhh, the would-be-murderers are Nightwatch who went undetected, and one of them is a total murderous psychopath who “once took seven days to kill a Minbari,” and from the sound of it, enjoyed slowly dismembering a living person and would love to do it to Delenn! Fucking creepy! I don’t like that! To the Nightwatch person who said the Minbari are weird about their leaders and might take it personal if they kill Delenn…yeah. Maybe reconsider your life choices.

This dive bar people have been ending up since season one is, I have just realized, one of the places where B5 is actually high fantasy. People slink around in dark hooded cloaks, in leather bondage gear, with strange costumes and bandoliers slung around themselves…it’s the fucking tavern everyone starts their quest in when they play DnD.

The station’s base setting is as a snarky, New Jersey-accented AI? That’s actually quite fun.

Londo, don’t dish out the snark if you can’t take it. And also, be more grateful that after you expressed that you missed Delenn a few episodes ago, that she invited you to something!

Something about Londo brings out my urge to lecture directly to the character. Probably because he could use a good talking-to.

Tragic Marcus backstory! It seems he didn’t grow up on Mars colony, since it was destroyed, or perhaps it was a single dome? He doesn’t want to do the ceremony, since it requires giving something up, and he’s lost his friends, family, and home. Delenn says, wisely, that he must give up his grip on the past, and how he uses it to hurt himself.

I knew there was depth behind those devil-may-care green eyes. He’s so rogue-coded.

The Nightwatch successfully kidnapped Delenn! And Mr “I like to cut people up while they’re alive” does not like being told that she’s faced worse than him. He wants to be the worst thing anyone’s ever faced.

Wow, Delenn really got to him! Her psychological warfare game is on point.

The aftermath of this barfight isn’t doing anything to convince me that Marcus isn’t rogue-coded.

Lennier: “I see they trained you well back home.” Marcus: “I’m not repressed anymore.”

B5 is a comedy, actually. That's the real quote. And then Lennier goes, basically…. “Me neither. I love Delenn!!” Me too, guy.

He’s her knight! In a scholarly way! He’s a chivalric ideal. Very sweet. Very high fantasy of him to confess his love of a Lady to a rogue in a tavern. Me too, guy.

The senior staff: we need more info Marcus: I got u. Level 14. Senior staff: how do u know that Marcus, hiding his bloody knuckles: a kind stranger told me

Are they having a shootout in the fusion reactor core? Fucking ballsy, as is Captain Lennan successfully throwing down with his hands tied behind his back. And Delenn jumping in front of a knife for John??? Wow, I got 20 credits on John not killing him. Ope, I win.

“I can no longer imagine my world without you in it. I don’t know exactly when or how it happened, but I’m glad it did.”

OK, so I was having feelings about everyone bringing their uniforms and confessions to Delenn…and I was tearing up over Susan’s “I think I loved Talia,” and when Dr Franklin came in, Partner said, “I’m addicted to speed,” and then Franklin said “I think I have a problem,” and that shook me right out of my sadz with a guffaw. I miss Talia! Bring Talia back! I don't believe she's gone for good. I was promised. p r o m i s e d . a kiss.

Nifty new uniforms! For a moment I was almost correct with my joking prediction that they were going to run around in civvies till humanity is reunited.

If Londo and G'Kar had some to the ceremony, did Delenn have new kicks for them too?

Next!

#woodsfae b5 #delenn #john sheridan #susan ivanova

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that-one-anxious-mango · 2 years

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ant food.

Summary: Tonight is a big long awaiting night for you. But what happens when Austin goofs it up.

Contents: Good ole’ fluff. Dash of Angst. Mentions and threats of murder. Use of pet names. Slight daddy kink. Implied smut. Soft! Dom Austin vibes (because why not). Slight sub! reader vibes. Just good vibes.

A/N: Hi Guys. Long time no see! Thanks so much to everyone for you feedback and support during my little unexpected break. I’m trying now to get back on track posting so bear with me lol. Hope you enjoy this installment. Don’t hesitate to let me know! - Mina.

P.S Always feel free to send asks and drabbles! Love hearing from you guys! Have a good day.

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“ Baby can you please stop bouncing around, darlin'. You're gonna make yourself dizzy." Austin scolded from his place by the sink washing the dishes from the delicious dinner of chicken alfredo you'd both just eaten.

But you couldn't help it, you were just too excited.

" OUUU! I'm sorry babe. But I can't help it. You just don't know how long I've been waiting for this. For tonight. It's gonna be so special! I'm so excited." You swooned thinking about what was soon to come.

" I couldn't tell " Austin teased watching you sway around in happy delirium , " You've only been talking about it for the last week and a half, sweetheart."

And you had been talking about this thing and only this thing for the last week and a half. NONSTOP.

In the shower, in the car, in bed, during meals, even to poor Magnus on your walks though he cut his eyes at you for talking while he did his business.

Heck! The other night when you and Austin had accidentally turned a innocent Netflix watch time into a impromptu makeout session, you'd even had found a way to mumble about this thrilling upcoming event in-between kisses and gropes. And as much as Austin loved you and had been a good sport about your cute rambling, this was where had to draw the line.

In the moment he had used both his hands to squish your face making you look directly in his eyes when he lovingly said, " Woman. If you don't shut up and put them pretty lips on me, Dammit! He demanded.

You'd done just that too, but after you still talked his ear off some more while you regained some feeling in your lips and thighs.

You felt lucky to have such an amazing boyfriend who was willing to put up with your recent slightly obsessive behavior. All due to him telling you how he understood. Austin was familiar with the feeling you had. It was how he'd felt doing all his research on Elvis for the the movie.

All in.

Plus to him it was adorable watching you be so happy about something. He liked seeing that. So much to where you'd convinced him tonight to sit down and participate with you!

Like he had a choice anyway.

" The closer it gets to being to the time. The more antsy I feel. I mean the some of the last two years of my life have been leading up to tonight! It's a big deal, babe." You squealed lightly stomping your feet.

Austin just grinned at you, " I know. And I'm excited your excited, baby. Shit as much as you talk about it. I feel invested too at this point. I feel as though I also have a right to know."

You laughed, " And Magnus! " You pointed out, " He's been here since the beginning. Like the beginning beginning. I think he was like four months when this started so this is like closure for him too." You joked looking at your napping pup beyond the gate.

He wasn't allowed to be in the kitchen, so whenever you and Austin were in here for a extended amount of time he just settled for lingering at the gate.

" Yup. Yeah it's a big night for the Butler household for sure. We finally find out if Mrs. Pepperidge was really the one who killed the Alexander or the wife! " Austin agreed nodding.

Your face wrinkled in displeasure, " NO! I don't think it was either of them." You passionately countered, " I think it was the Uncle! He always seemed so shady to me."

For the last two years you'd been listening to the highly acclaimed murder mystery podcast ' Heartbreak Hotel'. It was set in the 1950s about a wealthy hotel tycoon named Alexander Astor whom was found murdered in the elevator of his newly opened New York hotel elevator on the night of it's grand opening. You'd started out with twelve possible suspects the first episode, and over the years narrowed it down to three. First, The wife, Alma he'd been cheating on with a Hollywood actress. Second, Miss Felicity Pepperidge, the old money family rival, OR your personal choice. Phineas Astor, the bitter uncle.

You'd been listening since it came out, and then when you and Austin got together you roped him in by constantly blabbering about it all the time.

Tonight the podcast was coming to a magical grand end during a special livestream, and so was your years long obsession.

You were ready!

" Oh come on now, Y/N. The man is like almost eighty years old. There's no way he'd be able to bludgeon Alexander in the face like that, and switch elevators that fast! Plus he has a alibi. Mr. Tibbles." Austin Raved.

" I don't care! " You shouted, " Who says Mr. Tibbles actually seen him. He's probably lying to protect the old fart because we all know him and Phineas clapping cheeks together." You accused.

" Can't confirm that." Austin reminded setting a plate on the drying rack.

You scoffed, " Oh please. Ernestine walks in on them in the presidential suite ' just having a talk ' with Phineas conveniently standing closely beside Tibbles whose pants were on backwards! Come on! Read the room, babe."

Laughing Austin held up his hand in defeat, " Okay. Alright how about we just save all this good energy for the finale, huh."

" Alright." You conceded , " But, please please PLEASE! At least, tell me what time it is, baby? " You begged your man mustering your best puppy dog face. Glancing at you Austin chuckled to himself.

Earlier in the day you'd had your phone on you and was checking it every twenty minutes like a mad-woman. You kept making little noises and things that would scare Austin outta no-where. So he make the decision to confiscate the phone so you nor him would end the night with a heart attack.

'This girl. I tell you.' He thought.

" Alexa," He called out smirking at you causing you to giggle, " What's the time."

" The time is 8:45pm " She called back.

" EKKKKKKKKKKK." You screeched making both Austin and a now sleepily dazed Magnus jump at the high pitched sound emerging from you body, " Only fifteen minutes. Oh my gosh! Babe we need to pop the popcorn and grab the drinks. Get the blankets out and grab th-"

" Woah, sweetheart calm down before you knock the couple screws still tight in that pretty head loose." Austin said wiping his hands to come around the kitchen island and grab you and your now frowning face at his latest comment.

Laughing he pulled you into his chest which you begrudgingly let him. Leaning down he placed small kisses against your cheeks while talking in-between, " How about you *kiss* Go upstairs *kiss* And go get*kiss kiss* the notebook * kiss* while I pop the popcorn and grab drinks *kiss* Then meet me in the living, mama * kiss* " He finished pulling back to look at your giddy expression.

" Okay." You dazily peeped leaning you to peck his lips.

" Okay." He responded pecking your in return.

Both of you then ensued a tiny makeout to which Austin pulled away before it got to hot, " Now get! " He rasped smacking your ass a good time. You yelped letting go to rush upstairs to your bedroom to retrieve the item.

It took you all of a two minutes to grab the notebook and your big fluffy brown quilt out the closet before you were trotting back downstairs to the living room just as Austin was bringing in the large bowl of popcorn and a sweet tea for you with his own ginger beer.

You were so excited you could hardly breath! No air. Jordin Sparks type shit.

Getting situated you set everything down and were prepared to turn it on.

"Okay sweetheart. I think we got everything. All I need you to do now is hand Daddy the remote so I can pull up the app on the TV." Austin sighed looking to your smiling face.

Happily nodding you look to the sofa cup holder compartment on the side of you. Opening it up you frowned when you noticed the main TV remote missing.

" Uh.. babe. It isn't here! You sure it's not on your side? " You questioned looking over to your equally confused fiancée.

" No baby. I don't. I put it back in the bin thingy after I finished that movie earlier. It should be in there." He reasoned getting up to come over and check for himself.

Empty.

You could now feel yourself getting upset because you knew that the show intro had to be on by now and you were missing it. The beginning was when they went over last episodes details. Even though you played it at least seven times since it came out that didn't mean anything. You still needed to hear. Now. Where the fudge was the remote!

Noticing you were getting fidgety Austin patted your back in reassurance, " Now baby calm down. We're gonna find it. "

You only nodded as the two together began tearing through the living look for the small black device. But ten minutes in and no avail. You were freaking out.

" AUSTIN! We're missing it! " You whined throwing down a decorative pillow.

He sighed, " I know, baby. I know. I can't find the damned remote."

You inhaled a deep breath closing your eyes before speaking, " Austin. My love. My life. My sweetest baboo." You started in the calmest voice you could muster, " If you don't find the remote. I'm actually going to kill you.” You stated.

“ I mean I am going to suffocate you and then bury you in the backyard to be a all you can eat buffet for ants. You'll be ant food babe. You get that.” You furthered, “ Then after I’ll start my own podcast about your disappearance.” You fussed finally looking at your man who to your angered surprise was stifling a laugh.

What the fuck was funny during a time like this!

But Austin thought you looked so cute all mad and grumpy making ideal threats in his oversized hoodie and socks. He knew you wouldn't kill him. He was too valuable to you. Who the hell else was gonna cook for you and eat you til you cried every night like him?

No one.

Obviously noting your expression he regained his composure, " Look baby. I'm sorry we can't find the remote to the tv tonight. And I know you don't wanna miss anymore of the show. So, tell you what. We can move this little shin dig upstairs for tonight to the bedroom tv and worry about all the rest of this later, okay." He suggested beginning to pick up things to move.

You instantly started to pout, " Austin no. We always watch it in here and it's the last one, babe." It has to be here to be special." You protested.

Groaning Austin walked over to you cupping a side of your face, " I know honey. But this is the situation we're in so we have to make the best of it. Plus it'll be special wherever cause we're together." He reasoned.

But still your attitude was left unchanged, in fact it got worse, " But Austin." You stamped your feet feeling yourself about to go into a full rant until you felt the grip on your face tighten and Austin's face fade from soft to stern.

" Y/N don't start that with me. Because Daddy is just as frustrated as you are right now, but I'm trying to fix it the best I can. And I need for you right now to be my best girl and let me do that. Because if you keep acting this way Daddy is going to stop everything and have both of us change into our pajamas and head to bed. " He explained staring directly in your slightly watery eyes. " And I don't think that's what you want now is it, baby?" He questioned.

Involuntarily you shook you head.

In response you could feel his spare hand travel down to your ass and give it a tight squeeze. You whimpered in result.

" Y/N...." His husk warning trailed.

You knew exactly what he wanted.

" No, Daddy. I don't " You squeaked. You watched the little self indulgent smirk appear on his face before he leaned down and pressed hard kiss to your lips taking the breath and attitude out your chest all in one.

Placing a last smooch on your cheek he said, " Good now grab the popcorn bowl and the notebook for me. I'll put the blanket on my shoulder so I can carry you, baby." He instructed.

Responding a ' Okay." You did as you were told and before you knew it Austin picked you up starting toward the stairs, “ Let's go solve who killed Alexander Astor, honey."

#daysofourlove #TheMangoWrites #austin butler x reader #austin butler x black! reader #austin butler #austin butler x black reader

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donny-ember · 8 months

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Assassin x male reader

warnings:swearing, attempted murder, brief mention of sex.

How did I end up in this situation, being hunted down by a clumsy assassin or the fact that this all was a misunderstanding.

1 week ago at your office job where you were just a lowly errand boy who got the bosses coffee. when you walked into your CEO's office to find him fucking the new girl it wouldn't be a problem if he didn't have a wife that he "loved so much." you stared like a deer in headlights when they noticed you and started panicking. You rush and shut the door and get back to your other tasks for the day. about an hour later one of your supervisors came up to you and informed you that you were fired.

Then you find out that the man hired a hit man on you!? which is very dramatic if you ask me.

You hear the lock being picked to your small apartment and some soft cursing outside the door. only hearing as you unintentionally passed out on the couch after that eventful day. Freezing in place not sure what to do as your anxiety runs high, you run and go to hide when the door burst open.

"God why was I hired again. to kill some scrawny kid?" I heard a voice rummaging through my things. He keeps getting closer to where im hiding.

"Found you," I hear as im dragged out from my hiding spot. He's gripping my arm so hard It's definitely already bruising. "Eh that fat bastard CEO really got your description all wrong... your kinda cute."

I blushed furiously trying to hide my face the best I could with one arm being almost crushed in his grip. He chuckled grabbing my face to turn it and get a better look, ending it with a squish.

I finally got a good look at him. He was a good 6ft and really muscular, does this guy live at the gym? I would the ld probably date him if he didn't break into my place.

"You there little one?"

"I-im not that small... im average height..." I mumbled (sorry if your height is different)

"Its a shame that I kinda have to kill you... welp" He went to knock me out.

"w-wait! i-um"

He chuckled again "Maybe I won't kill you but in exchange for loss in extra cash I would have gotten for killing you, you'll have to be my pet" he smirked.

-sorry yall I kept forgetting I said I was going to write. Also to the anon who sent a request thank you so much but I have no experience with Chris Evans...-

#assassian #male reader

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As promised, my last thoughts regarding Elden Ring and certain characters/events/spoiler heavy things

A friend of mine told me that Gideon betrays you later on, and I have to say: that is the least surprising plot twist ever. :p Ignoring that I did Nepheli's questline that involved his Albinauric genocide campaign and him totally, absolutely NOT sending his pet edgelord after me, the guy wants to become Elden Lord. I want to be Elden Lord too. And I already got the feeling that he's not interested in sharing the throne with me.

I was more surprised to learn that Gurranq is important to the plot and one of the last few bosses that you fight. Granted, I already put two and two together when it comes to him being Maliketh given the lore descriptions for the stuff you get from him, the big ass Black Blade gargoyle guarding his house, and the allusions he made to committing some kind of sin... but still! I wasn't expecting one of my favorite quest givers to be an important storyline boss!

I was equally surprised to hear that Marika and Radagon are the same person... though I wasn't exactly shocked. My reaction was just "Oh, okay then." Because how am I supposed to react to this bit of information aside from being amused that Radagon cheated on his wife with himself?

I'm impressed with how much I've come to like Kenneth Haight. When I met him, I had him pegged for a funny, but dumb nobleman who'd be a pain in the ass until some monster would come and eat him/squish him like a bug. Instead, he's actually a genuinely good man who overcomes his prejudices against the Tarnished, takes his duties seriously, and is self aware enough to know that he simply isn't capable enough to keep Limgrave together after Godrick and the Shattering at large sent it straight down the shitter. I have a feeling that he, Lorenz Gloucester, and Ferdinand von Aegir would be really good friends if they ever met.

Also, I'm not ashamed to admit that I may have kind of a huge crush on Nepheli. Not only is she drop dead gorgeous, but she's a huge sweetheart and easily one of the nicest NPC's in the game. I'm glad she gets a happy ending after losing so many other friends to tragedy.

I tried to kill the Dung Eater the second I found him in the sewers, but I just can't kill him thanks to me sucking at Elden Ring the sewer you fight him in being a cramped, claustrophobic nightmare of a place. I found out ahead of time that if you help him, he'll end up murdering Boggart (or as some say, BROggart) so I decided to aggro them both so Dung Eater wouldn't kill him, and Boggart would be too angry to die just as a bit of insurance. Once I replay this game, I'll make sure to do a better job at protecting my seafood-cooking bro.

Speaking of the Dung Eater, I love and hate that guy. Hate because he's a vile, twisted, disgusting piece of shit, yet I also love his voice, his armor, and after spoiling myself on it, the fact that he's completely sincere when it comes to his warped outlook on life. He's fascinating, if nothing else... thought not fascinating enough to save him from getting killed. :p

Rykard might just be the first video game character to trigger my gag reflex. Not so much his fucked up snake body, but his weird gurgly psuedo-Palpatine voice and that nasty fleshy sword he pulls out of his throat. Is it weird that I respect him for that, though?

After clearing out the Deeproot Depths, I happened to notice growths that look a lot like Godwyn's eyes back in that one village where the first Tibia Mariner is. Thought it was cool, if seriously creepy.

Omens have dethroned Imps for being one of my least favorite enemies. I understand that they've got it rough, and that they're victims of some seriously awful prejudice... but it's hard to feel bad for them when they're more mobile than anything their size should be, take forever to kill, and leave you on death's door if they pull off their crazy suplex attack.

"I'm not Godrick! I'm my own character, Blodrick!" - Godefroy the Grafted, maybe

#elden ring #hydrox plays elden ring #video games #hydrox rambles #elden ring spoilers

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Robot Chicken #64: “They Took My Thumbs” | December 14, 2008 - 11:30PM | S04E02

I forget if I discussed the gimmick of this season's episode titles, so I'll do it here, possibly redundantly. They titled each episode so that if you were to sequence them in production order (like how they usually appear on DVD), the resulting list of episode names will spell out a cohesive message. That way, when you buy the DVD, the episodes will be listed in production order, resulting in the pay-off.

This episode felt like it had fewer sketches than most, meaning there was an emphasis on longer sketches with only a handful of channel-change gags or shorties. The first one is about the contractor building the dungeon trap from the opening sequence of Raiders of the Lost Ark. The joke being that it’s silly and doesn’t make a whole lotta sense. Also the contractor sorta got a little too creative vs. what was actually asked of him. This one is decent, basically on par with an average SNL sketch. Actually now I’m recalling sketch where Christopher Walken plays Blofield, and James Bond shows up to his liar unexpectedly ahead of schedule and he has to apologize for the construction going on. This is different enough for me not to be pissed at it. Also the Walken sketch sucks.

Next is Train Man, about a guy who gets squished by the Subway and must live the rest of his life being squished, for if they move the train it will cause his organs to fall out of his body and he’ll die. He spends his lifetime being a businessman and ignoring his wife and kids. There’s a guitar song that goes along with it. I guess this one alludes to an old urban legend. I don’t know man, I didn’t get much out of this one.

The next sketch is about Jason Vorhees leading a boring life of quiet domesticity, but he eagerly awaits Friday the 13th so he can go out on have a killing spree. This one is fine, I guess, but the premise is faulty. I am pretty sure Jason doesn’t care about the actual day he kills people. This MF would kill on Talk Like A Pirate Day if he felt like it. And he should!

You see, I wrote the joke “this MF would kill on ____ if he felt like it” and that’s what I came up with. Sorta low-hanging fruit. I could’ve gone with something edgier, like my birthday. Can you imagine bad stuff happening on my birthday? People wouldn’t be able to say “happy birthday” to me. This is the saddest thing I can think of right now!

Wildman is a sketch where kids are persuaded by one of their mothers to go swimming instead of cooping themselves up playing video games. She’s helped along by Wildman, a kid-friendly “outrageous” rocker whose advice gets preachier and lamer. The kids become disillusioned with Wildman, who doesn’t seem all that wild to them any more. The final gag is Wildman departing with a message against gay marriage. This one’s decent, too. Not mad at it! Wildman is voiced by Sebastian Bach, and he gives an great performance.

The final sketch is Bring A Sidekick to Work day, which is a bunch of lame riffs on DC Comics heroes being lads with each other. Sebastian Bach voices Martian Manhunter in this one, which was a little surprising to learn. The Robot Chicken crew have said in one of the few audio commentary tracks I listened to that when they get a guest star, they typically have them voice three different voices. Usually it’s obvious, like when you have somebody like Keith Crawford voicing a doctor. According to the wiki, this sketch was co-written by Geoff Johns, a guy whose name I’ve seen on DC comics before.

I’d call this one slightly stronger than most Robot Chickens, but I am very tired of sketches where Superheroes are horny. Just knock that shit off. All of them retain their semen, or have been chemically castrated as ordered by a judge. Sorry, I’m a stickler for this sort of thing.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #robot chicken

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thiswaycomessomethingwicked · 1 year

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BRING ON THE NOVEL!!! Oh, I love your responses to my questions BECAUSE they're always so in-depth and informative, and I just drink it up because it's SO GOOD! I love the amount of thought you put into your answers, I can see the passion plain and simple, and it gives me a lot of food for thought for my own interpretation of Grima, so thank you!!

hahaha I'm glad you enjoy them! I love answering questions about him, so it's always a joy to see one in the inbox.

It's really fun thinking through what we know from the various canon sources (granted I don't really go into unfinished tales, save for the Grima-Nazgul-Face-Off reference [Grima loses]) and logicing out what we can from it. Then, of course, just making shit up. Love that sweet, sweet world building.

But I'm always curious to hear what other people think! I love seeing different interpretations and what people run with, given that we're all working with the same, rather limited, base material.

And lolol yes. Grima's type is absolutely "can they kill me with their bare hands and I wouldn't stand a chance? yes? excellent."

Re: Eowyn and Grima - I've always much preferred Eowyn in the books (pre-Faramir personality change up) to Eowyn in the movies, because Eowyn in the books is a stone cold bitch with a bit of ruthlessness in her (aside from her being obvioulsy high-hearted as Hama says, and generous - she is beloved by her people for a reason) and I am here for Grima simping after her and she's like "What is this? did I trod on a cockroach?" and Grima is like "please trod again my lady" etc. etc.

With Eomer it's basically the same dynamic plus the added benefit of Eomer being able to do the slinging-over-a-shoulder-like-a-sack-of-spuds. Not that Eowyn's a light-weight, she's not, but it's more just a bit of a larger size difference and it makes for a funnier visual. Granted Eowyn would win the yearly Husband-Carrying competition. She doesn't have a husband for them, of course, so she just picks the biggest guy she can find who isn't married or whose wife can't enter for whatever reason and carries him through the ridiculous course that's been set up. (It's Hama most years, they're a great team. If not him then Grimbold.)

One year she had to skip it because she was down with flu and everyone was pleased because it meant there was a chance for someone else to win. Grima offered to go in her place and she was a little tempted by it, if only to have some rep at the game and he's built like her so it's a bit of a fair switch, but she ended up turning it down. ("You'll die. Hama will squish you. It's a prospect I'm not adverse to, save that it means you'd lose in my name." "My lady, I'm the youngest of many brothers, I'm used to being at the bottom of the dog-pile. I'll be fine." "...yes. yes you would have been at the bottom." "Anyway, I've a few tricks up my sleeve." "No. Cheating." "Just think about it, my lady." "No. Cheating.")

I think Grima also has a bit of a hard-on for competency and so that's where the intellect and confidence come in. Which, when I write Eomer/Grima, it's Eomer showing up and being very good at his job, and his cousin's future-job, that has Grima going "oh no. There are stirrings and they shouldn't be stirring."

Grima carrying Eomer for the husband-carrying competition is objectively hilarious. It's not about roles or anything, because that's a nonsense, it's just something funny to do of a summer afternoon. I feel like he's surprisingly strong for a man who avoids physical labour as much as possible. That said, he'd be dead for the next four days after the competition. ("You broke every part of me, Eomer." "...isn't that what you're into?" "Not quite like this. I can't move my arms above my head.")

Anyway. Now I've become distracted with Rohan's left-of-centre highland games (Eomer would be stellar at log tossing. Grima runs a betting ring on it every year and somehow makes a killing despite everyone knowing the odds. Eomer keeps trying to get him to not fiddle the books but it never works).

Thank you so much for the asks! I love this stupid, greasy snake man and any chance to natter on about him is a blessing. <3 <3

#ask #reply #grima wormtongue #lotr #lord of the rings #eomer #eowyn #grima thoughts

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manwalksintobar · 11 months

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A Woman Is Talking to Death // Judy Grahn

One Testimony in trials that never got heard

my lovers teeth are white geese flying above me my lovers muscles are rope ladders under my hands

we were driving home slow my lover and I, across the long Bay Bridge, one February midnight, when midway over in the far left lane, I saw a strange scene:

one small young man standing by the rail, and in the lane itself, parked straight across as if it could stop anything, a large young man upon a stalled motorcycle, perfectly relaxed as if he’d stopped at a hamburger stand; he was wearing a peacoat and levis, and he had his head back, roaring, you could almost hear the laugh, it was so real.

“Look at that fool,” I said, “in the middle of the bridge like that,” a very womanly remark.

Then we heard the meaning of the noise of metal on a concrete bridge at 50 miles an hour, and the far left lane filled up with a big car that had a motorcycle jammed on its front bumper, like the whole thing would explode, the friction sparks shot up bright orange for many feet into the air, and the racket still sets my teeth on edge.

When the car stopped we stopped parallel and Wendy headed for the callbox while I ducked across those 6 lanes like a mouse in the bowling alley. “Are you hurt?” I said, the middle-aged driver had the greyest black face, “I couldn’t stop, I couldn’t stop, what happened?”

Then I remembered. “Somebody,” I said, “was on the motorcycle.” I ran back, one block? two blocks? the space for walking on the bridge is maybe 18 inches, whoever engineered this arrogance. in the dark stiff wind it seemed I would be pushed over the rail, would fall down screaming onto the hard surface of the bay, but I did not. I found the tall young man who thought he owned the bridge, now lying on his stomach, head cradled in his broken arm.

He had glasses on, but somewhere he had lost most of his levis, where were they? and his shoes. Two short cuts on his buttocks, and that was the only mark except his thin white seminal tubes were all strung out behind; no child left in him; and he looked asleep.

I plucked wildly at his wrist, then put it down; there were two long haired women holding back the traffic just behind me with their bare hands, the machines came down like mad bulls, I was scared, much more than usual, I felt easily squished like the earthworms crawling on a busy sidewalk after the rain; I wanted to leave. And met the driver, walking back.

“The guy is dead.” I gripped his hand, the wind was going to blow us off the bridge.

“Oh my God,” he said, “haven’t I had enough trouble in my life?” He raised his head, and for a second was enraged and yelling, at the top of the bridge—“I was just driving home!” His head fell down. “My God, and now I’ve killed somebody.”

I looked down at my own peacoat and levis, then over at the dead man’s friend, who was bawling and blubbering, what they would call hysteria in a woman. “It isn’t possible” he wailed, but it was possible, it was indeed, accomplished and unfeeling, snoring in its peacoat, and without its levis on.

He died laughing: that’s a fact.

I had a woman waiting for me, in her car and in the middle of the bridge, I’m frightened, I said. I’m afraid, he said, stay with me, please don’t go, stay with me, be my witness—“No,” I said, “I’ll be your witness—later,” and I took his name and number, “but I can’t stay with you, I’m too frightened of the bridge, besides I have a woman waiting and no license— and no tail lights—“ So I left— as I have left so many of my lovers.

we drove home shaking, Wendy’s face greyer than any white person’s I have ever seen. maybe he beat his wife, maybe he once drove taxi, and raped a lover of mine—how to know these things? we do each other in, that’s a fact.

who will be my witness? death wastes our time with drunkenness and depression death, who keeps us from our lovers. he had a woman waiting for him, I found out when I called the number days later

“Where is he” she said, “he’s disappeared.” “He’ll be all right” I said, “we could have hit the guy as easy as anybody, it wasn’t anybody’s fault, they’ll know that,” women so often say dumb things like that, they teach us to be sweet and reassuring, and say ignorant things, because we dont invent the crime, the punishment, the bridges

that same week I looked into the mirror and nobody was there to testify; how clear, an unemployed queer woman makes no witness at all, nobody at all was there for those two questions: what does she do, and who is she married to?

I am the woman who stopped on the bridge and this is the man who was there our lovers teeth are white geese flying above us, but we ourselves are easily squished.

keep the women small and weak and off the street, and off the bridges, that’s the way, brother one day I will leave you there, as I have left you there before, working for death.

we found out later what we left him to. Six big policemen answered the call, all white, and no child in them. they put the driver up against his car and beat the hell out of him. What did you kill that poor kid for? you mutherfucking nigger. that’s a fact.

Death only uses violence when there is ant kind of resistance, the rest of the time a slow weardown will do.

They took him to 4 different hospitals til they got a drunk test report to fit their case, and held him five days in jail without a phone call. how many lovers have we left.

there are as many contradictions to the game, as there are players. a woman is talking to death, though talk is cheap, and life takes a long time to make right. He got a cheesy lawyer who had him cop a plea, 15 to 20 instead of life Did I say life?

the arrogant young man who thought he owned the bridge, and fell asleep on it died laughing: that’s a fact. the driver sits out his time off the street somewhere, does he have the most vacant of eyes, will he die laughing?

Two They don’t have to lynch the women anymore

death sits on my doorstep cleaning his revolver

death cripples my feet and sends me out to wait for the bus alone, then comes by driving a taxi.

the woman on our block with 6 young children has the most vacant of eyes death sits in her bedroom, loading his revolver

they don’t have to lynch the women very often anymore, although they used to—the lord and his men went through the villages at night, beating & killing every woman caught outdoors. the European witch trials took away an independent people; two different villages —after the trials were through that year— had left in them, each— one living woman: one

What were those other women up to? had they run over someone? stopped on the wrong bridge? did they have teeth like any kind of geese, or children in them?

Three This woman is a lesbian be careful

In the military hospital where I worked as a nurse’s aide, the walls of the halls were lined with howling women waiting to deliver or to have some parts removed. One of the big private rooms contained the general’s wife, who needed a wart taken off her nose. we were instructed to give her special attention not because of her wart or her nose but because of her husband, the general.

as many women as men die, and that’s a fact.

At work there was one friendly patient, already claimed, a young woman burnt apart with X-ray, she had long white tubes instead of openings; rectum, bladder, vagina��I combed her hair, it was my job, but she took care of me as if nobody’s touch could spoil her. ho ho death, ho death have you seen the twinkle in the dead woman’s eye?

when you are a nurse’s aide someone suddenly notices you and yells about the patient’s bed, and tears the sheets apart so you can do it over, and over while the patient waits doubled over in her pain for you to make the bed again and no one ever looks at you, only at what you do not do

Here, general, hold this soldier’s bed pan for a moment, hold it for a year— then we’ll promote you to making his bed. we believe you wouldn’t make such messes

if you had to clean up after them.

that’s a fantasy. this woman is a lesbian, be careful.

When I was arrested and being thrown out of the military, the order went out: dont anybody speak to this woman, and for those three long months, almost nobody did: the dayroom, when I entered it, fell silent til I had gone; they were afraid, they knew the wind would blow them over the rail, the cops would come, the water would run into their lungs. Everything I touched was spoiled. They were my lovers, those women, but nobody had taught us how to swim. I drowned, I took 3 or 4 others down when I signed the confession of what we had done together.

No one will ever speak to me again.

I read this somewhere; I wasn’t there: in WWII the US army had invented some floating amphibian tanks, and took them over to the coast of Europe to unload them, the landing ships all drawn up in a fleet, and everybody watching. Each tank had a crew of 6 and there were 25 tanks. The first went down the landing planks and sank, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth went down and sank. They weren’t supposed to sink, the engineers had made a mistake. The crews looked around wildly for the order to quit, but none came, and in the sight of thousands of men, each 6 crewmen saluted his officers, battened down his hatch in turn and drove into the sea, and drowned, until all 25 tanks were gone. did they have vacant eyes, die laughing, or what? what did they talk about, those men, as the water came in?

was the general their lover?

Four A Mock Interrogation Have you ever held hands with a woman?

Yes, many times—women about to deliver, women about to have breasts removed, wombs removed, miscarriages, women having epileptic fits, having asthma, cancer, women having breast bone marrow sucked out of them by nervous or indifferent interns, women with heart condition, who were vomiting, overdosed, depressed, drunk, lonely to the point of extinction: women who had been run over, beaten up. deserted. starved. women who had been bitten by rats; and women who were happy, who were celebrating, who were dancing with me in large circles or alone, women who were climbing mountains or up and down walls, or trucks and roofs and needed a boost up, or I did; women who simply wanted to hold my hand because they liked me, some women who wanted to hold my hand because they liked me better than anyone.

These were many women?

Yes. many.

What about kissing? Have you kissed any women?

I have kissed many women.

When was the first woman you kissed with serious feeling?

The first woman ever I kissed was Josie, who I had loved at such a distance for months. Josie was not only beautiful, she was tough and handsome too. Josie had black hair and white teeth and strong brown muscles. Then she dropped out of school unexplained. When she came back she came back for one day only, to finish the term, and there was a child in her. She was all shame, pain, and defiance. Her eyes were dark as the water under a bridge and no one would talk to her, they laughed and threw things at her. In the afternoon I walked across the front of the class and looked deep into Josie’s eyes and I picked up her chin with my hand, because I loved her, because nothing like her trouble would ever happen to me, because I hated it that she was pregnant and unhappy, and an outcast. We were thirteen.

You didn’t kiss her?

How does it feel to be thirteen and having a baby?

You didn’t actually kiss her?

Not in fact.

You have kissed other women?

Yes, many, some of the finest women I know, I have kissed. women who were lonely, women I didn’t know and didn’t want to, but kissed because that was a way to say yes we are still alive and loveable, though separate, women who recognized a loneliness in me, women who were hurt, I confess to kissing the top of a 55 year old woman’s head in the snow in boston, who was hurt more deeply than I have ever been hurt, and I wanted her as a very few people have wanted me—I wanted her and me to own and control and run the city we lived in, to staff the hospital I knew would mistreat her, to drive the transportation system that had betrayed her, to patrol the streets controlling the men who would murder or disfigure or disrupt us, not accidently with machines, but on purpose, because we are not allowed on the street alone— Have you ever committed any indecent acts with women?

Yes, many. I am guilty of allowing suicidal women to die before my eyes or in my ears or under my hands because I thought I could do nothing, I am guilty of leaving a prostitute who held a knife to my friend’s throat because we would not sleep with her, we thought she was old and fat and ugly; I am guilty of not loving her who needed me; I regret all the women I have not slept with or comforted, who pulled themselves away from me for lack of something I had not the courage to fight for, for us, our life, our planet, our city, our meat and potatoes, our love. These are indecent acts, lacking courage, lacking a certain fire behind the eyes, which is the symbol, the raised fist, the sharing of resources, the resistance that tells death he will starve for lack of the fat of us, our extra. Yes I have committed acts of indecency with women and most of them were acts of omission. I regret them bitterly.

Five Bless this day oh cat our house

“I was allowed to go 3 places, growing up,” she said— “3 places, no more. there was a straight line from my house to school, a straight line from my house to church, a straight line from my house to the corner store.” her parents thought something might happen to her. but nothing ever did.

my lovers teeth are white geese flying above me my lovers muscles are rope ladders under my hands we are the river of life and the fat of the land death, do you tell me I cannot touch this woman? if we use each other up on each other that’s a little bit less for you a little bit less for you, ho death, ho ho death.

Bless this day oh cat our house help me be not such a mouse death tells the woman to stay home and then breaks in the window.

I read this somewhere, I wasnt there: In feudal Europe, if a woman committed adultery her husband would sometimes tie her down, catch a mouse and trap it under a cup on her bare belly, until it gnawed itself out, now are you afraid of mice?

Six Dressed as I am, a young man once called me names in Spanish

a woman who talks to death is a dirty traitor

inside a hamburger joint and dressed as I am, a young man once called me names in Spanish then he called me queer and slugged me. first I thought the ceiling had fallen down but there was the counterman making a ham sandwich, and there was I spread out on his counter.

For God’s sake I said when I could talk, this guy is beating me up can’t you call the police or something, can’t you stop him? he looked up from working on his sandwich, which was my sandwich, I had ordered it. He liked the way I looked. “There’s a pay phone right across the street” he said.

I couldn’t listen to the Spanish language for weeks afterward, without feeling the most murderous of urges, the simple association of one thing to another, so damned simple.

The next day I went to the police station to become an outraged citizen Six big policemen stood in the hall, all white and dressed as they do they were well pleased with my story, pleased at what had gotten beat out of me, so I left them laughing, went home fast and locked my door. For several nights I fantasized the scene again, this time grabbing a chair and smashing it over the bastard’s head, killing him. I called him a spic, and killed him. my face healed. his didnt. no child in me.

now when I remember I think: maybe he was Josie’s baby. all the chickens come home to roost, all of them.

Seven Death and disfiguration

One Christmas eve my lovers and I we left the bar, driving home slow there was a woman lying in the snow by the side of the road. She was wearing a bathrobe and no shoes, where were her shoes? she had turned the snow pink, under her feet. she was an Asian woman, didn’t speak much English, but she said a taxi driver beat her up and raped her, throwing her out of his care. what on earth was she doing there on a street she helped to pay for but doesn’t own? doesn’t she know to stay home?

I am a pervert, therefore I’ve learned to keep my hands to myself in public but I was so drunk that night, I actually did something loving I took her in my arms, this woman, until she could breathe right, and my friends are perverts too they touched her too we all touched her. “You’re going to be all right” we lied. She started to cry “I’m 55 years old” she said and that said everything.

Six big policemen answered the call no child in them. they seemed afraid to touch her, then grabbed her like a corpse and heaved her on their metal stretcher into the van, crashing and clumsy. She was more frightened than before. they were cold and bored. ‘don’t leave me’ she said. ‘she’ll be all right’ they said. we left, as we have left all of our lovers as all lovers leave all lovers much too soon to get the real loving done.

Eight a mock interrogation

Why did you get into the cab with him, dressed as you are?

I wanted to go somewhere.

Did you know what the cab driver might do if you got into the cab with him?

I just wanted to go somewhere.

How many times did you get into the cab with him?

I dont remember.

If you dont remember, how do you know it happened to you?

Nine Hey you death

ho and ho poor death our lovers teeth are white geese flying above us our lovers muscles are rope ladders under our hands even though no women yet go down to the sea in ships except in their dreams.

only the arrogant invent a quick and meaningful end for themselves, of their own choosing. everyone else knows how very slow it happens how the woman’s existence bleeds out her years, how the child shoots up at ten and is arrested and old how the man carries a murderous shell within him and passes it on.

we are the fat of the land, and we all have our list of casualties

to my lovers I bequeath the rest of my life

I want nothing left of me for you, ho death except some fertilizer for the next batch of us who do not hold hands with you who do not embrace you who try not to work for you or sacrifice themselves or trust or believe you, ho ignorant death, how do you know we happened to you?

wherever our meat hangs on our own bones for our own use your pot is so empty death, ho death you shall be poor

#poetry #Judy Grahn #American poetry #feminist poetry #love poetry #Queer poetry #death #poems of rage #poems of protest #police violence #American racism #epic poetry #poems of praise

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virtualtyrant69 · 1 year

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Currently watching Superman 1978 and here are my reactions:

Wow, the Superman theme? Amazing, inspiring, sensational!

Why is Jor-El so old? This is the father of a baby???

Lmao get phantom zoned fuckers, Man of Steel could never with these graphics

Omg the reflective suits lol, it's like they're biking at night

Also love how the curl is apparently genetic and not a style choice on Kal's part

Omg his wife is so young compared to him??!?

1970s graphics are to die for/pos I love them so much

Again, man of steel could never

This is what happens when climate change goes too far smh 😔

Lmao get rekt krypton

Ooh 70s generic man scream! I love that one!

Wait, kryptonians know about Einstein?!

And the Chinese?

I love that that baby is just spinning

Omg Ma and Pa!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Martha's middle name is Clark??

Awww teen Clark ❤️

Oh he has such a silly goofy run

He had a stroke?!?! He's dead?!?!? He gave the worst pep talk ever and then died. Rip to you king

I also love the 1940s setting so far

Clark is such a plain guy he eats regular Cheerios (derogatory)

Love the iconic red flannel

Don't worry Martha, he's gonna visit as often as he can

Wait since this is the 40s, do we think my mans gets drafted?? Or like, since he technically doesn't exist in the USA he gets a pass?

If Jor-El has been dead for thousands of years how did he know about Einstein or the Chinese?

Wait, so 12 years have passed in this weird montage that isn't a montage?? He's 30 now?? He didn't visit his mom for 12 years? She could be dead!

Ok so he just skipped the war in his knowledge montage

Jimmy is so cute I just wanna squish his cheeks

Oh Clark is so Guy rn, he's so Average

Oh I love how he's pretending he can't open a bottle, this is so funny

Lmao Jimmy calling Perry "sugar"

Awww he sends checks to his mom ❤️ but does he still visit her >:|

I love his just some guy vibes

Omg I love him, Henry Cavill could never!! I mean, can you honestly imagine that man saying "swell" unironically?

He's such a big dork I love him

Oh ok he came to earth in '38, started his time skip in '56 and it's now 1968? Or is the time weird and it's in '78?

First day on the job and he gets robbed at gunpoint smh

He caught and bullet and then "fainted" and then he accidentally used his x-ray vision?? Man can't catch a break

Shout out to the seeing eye dog who barks when ppl try to steal/ripoff the blind newspaper seller

Omg lex just killed a guy by train

Wait, lex isn't bald? Also that woman he's with? Love her costume design, it's so slay

So is lex not a celebrity/business owner in this movie? Ok

And I've given it more thought, if Clark landed in 1940 then this movie would take place in 1970 which somewhat matches the costuming choices

Oh Clark sweety I love you so much you are such an idiot/pos he almost walked into the ladies room and he got his coat stuck in the door lol

He really is just some guy!!! waiting for the elevator

Huh, I didn't know they used to have waiting rooms for flights at newspaper offices, wack

Omg he just changed into his Superman suit and a pimp said his outfit was bad, I love this this is so camp

Metropolis just got their blorbo ❤️

*saves Lois lane and then infodumps on her* what a man, love that for him

Aww the little wave as he said bye, so cute

He just left a boat in the middle of the road lmao

Aww he saved a kitty in a tree, ajdhslsj girl just got hit for telling a lie about how a man saved her cat

Superman doing what Homelander could never

Ah the 70s, when you could smoke indoors on the job

Love Lois and her nic addiction. Also girl got dressed up for a man who saved her life once and then took off. You know what? Me too girl

"how big are you? I mean, how tall are you?" Okayyyy get it I guess, Miss Lane coming out with the real questions

Girl just asked him to look at her underwear, the flirting between them is amazing

They flew from south Jersey to New York in a romantic Aladdin-esque way

Lmao he dropped her

Love the poetry Lois is dropping out of nowhere

Man just upstaged himself on a date wow love him

Oh ok so he took off in 1948, landed in 1951, went on his trip in 1966, and it is now 1978, ok that makes way more sense

Luthor's secretary is so slay

Shout out to my fellow Native who sold bad land for an amazing price to some guy he didn't even know. Get that bag however you need to get that bag. Also, "At the stupid high price he offered for this worthless piece of desert, I hope it's Custer." Iconic!!! W for the Natives

He can telepathically change his suit??

He can drill into the ground by spinning?!??

Lex's yellow flower suit is so slay

Clark is so wet and pathetic rn, love that look on him

Wow unsolicited kiss, Miss Teschmacher how could you? You were so slay! Clark looked so sad and hurt afterwards D':

Is he pushing the plates of the earth back together?!?!? What?!?!?!!!!!

My man, Clark kent, is pushing two tectonic plates back together with his bare hands from the center of the Earth, what the fuck

Oh my God he also used himself as a rail for a train

Love the obvious miniature town and flood but also, Clark honey blocking it with rocks wouldn't work, ice breath would be the best option imo

Oh this is the movie where he flys so fast he turns back time, I want someone to explain to me mathematically how this works

Lois is such a girlboss the first thing she does when she sees Superman is rant and tell him off for not helping her. Girl. You just died to him. But still, werk

Oh he is bald! He was wearing wigs? Ok slay ig

10/10 loved this movie, it was camp, it was iconic!!!

#he really is just some Average Guys huh?#superman #clark kent #dc #superman 1978

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tiptapricot · 2 years

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MK liveblog thoughts, The Tomb

I wanna know what the other gods on the wall were imprisoned for

Another banger logo theme

THE BEETLE CLIMBING AT THE START N ITS A LAYLA SCENE SCARLET SCARAB MOMENT AHHGGGH

This was the first ep I watched when it came out initially bc I joined a lil after ep 3 n it still slaps

Layla handles this opening so well n it’s so claustrophobic but so well shot n acted n staged

It’s dark but still ur able to see n the way the camera stays w her n peeks out n all that AFGHHHB

“Looks like he’s dead” nah he’s just snoozing

HER COLOR HEING RED THE FLARE THE FLARE ITS SO LRETTY SHES SO AMAZING THE WAY HER FACE LOOKS IN THIS SCENE IS SO CRISP N A LITTLE TANNED THIS IS HER EPPPPPPP

Layla my love my love ur so badass

—Steven, watching her right after

Layla has a skilled desperation to her combat it’s v interesting

This ep is one of the prettiest I think w the sun lighting n just the colors in diff scenes idk

Also it’s Laylas second prettiest ep

“Our deal didn’t have you getting Layla and us killed that’s not gonna fly w me” Marc haha just wait no it’ll be funny I promise

“Well… handt he distappered from ur life already” UR SO FUNNY

Steven ily

“Yeaowrite”

The desert sky clouDSS

MK like: chuck mr isaac back in that desert again

LAYLA LOOKS SO PRETTY THIS EPISODE OK LIKE SGE DOES ITS RIDICULOUS

Steven shining the light in his face lol

“Innit” “plonker” category five British event two dead in one body

“Oh whatevah 🙄 “

“You in love? Huh you in love with my wife?”

The blood spatter n the nose hook ohhhh this ep is so eerie creepy

The lighting in front of the tomb makes both of them glow

Layla having Steven smell like Marc is such a like…. Weird but also sad moment of like… having to separate the two n her having a hard time n then Steven makes it v obvious by telling her ab Khonshu

BEING HINESTY BEING HONESTY IM HONNA YELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

KISSING SMOICHING KISSING N SMOOCHING YEAHHHH BABY YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAHHHHH YEAH YEAH KISS HER KISS KISS KISS SMOOCH KISS SMOOCH LAYLA UR SO PRETTY STEVEN ILY THE MUSIC IS SO NICE

“What’s belay?”

Laylas laugh is so cute

GET HIT EAT SHIT

“R u okay?? 😟” “yeah I’m aces”

THIS IS SUCH A STEVENLAYLA EP IT MAKES ME WANNA SHOOT MYSELF INTO SPACE

“Id be frilled, id shit maself but id be frilled”

The tongue clicking…

When u drop trauma n ur like haha no biggie “yeah dads dying happen haha nah it’s fine I’m good lol” n then Steven is so SWEET

Also the score

Again

“Not such a bad way to go, is it? Let’s fine out ;-)” “yeah… let’s find out” you sure do Steven

“It’s a maze” “it’s a maze ing”

Steven’s 3D layout skills r so much better than mine

Tho also I still dk how the maze scene works how is the eye of horus connected what part r they standing in

The only part that rlly bothers me ab this ep

The blue ish green lighting here is so good n Layla looks so like: that’s my guy :-)

“The tounggggggue”

“Oh my god. Oh god. Is that fresh blood? And those little meaty bits?” He sounds so cute but also so grossed out

Meaty trail w meaty bite hehOO

Laylas like “baby c’mon we gotta keep moving I get ur uncomfy but u gotta work w me”

Grossness Overwhelmed by Special Interest. Category 5 autism moment someone dead in a couple scenes but not yet

The heka priest is so fucking GROOOOOOOSSSS N CREEEPYYYYYY WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

If I had a nickel for shows I loved that involved on screen mummification id have two etc etc (shout out to miss fisher)

I hate the gloop sounds

Layla again is never not afraid I can see she’s scared but she always keeps moving n it keeps u on the edge of ur seat bc u feel like you’d b the same

“I squished it… I squished it” ILY STEVENNNNN

Ppl talk ab ppl looking good when they’re disheveled n sweaty n layla el faouly deserves to b in that this woman is perspiring n her hair is messy n she has never looked better

This ep is

So fucking

SCARY

The hand coming out of the dark the crumbling rock knowing there’s stuff in the crevices like spiders

Layla using the red flares as weapons, red being her color, scarlet

HER SCREAM AFTER FIGHTING THE HEKA PRIEST MAY CALAMAWY THE ACTRESS YOU AAAARE AGGHGGGHEIEJJRJDJDKKDJFNBFHDIDIDJHDJDJDJNDBDHDJKDJEIURJR

Fear of being chased by a zombie thing and for ur crush outdone by autism, one zombie dead, feelings injured.

Marc’s voice is so soft when he talks ab the like “so you kissed her” thing

Steven’s autistic joy in this scene I know I’ve talked ab it already but finding Alexander’s tomb is just

I LOVE HIM

Layla already being emotionally high strung from the fight n harrow just reeling her in

N the way Layla just looks tired n angry n pale n washed out n just… baby I wanna hug you

HAHA NVM STEVEN IS EXCITED AGAIN IM :-)

Steven lip bite moment that man likes to bite skin (in a stim way)

“Oh so sorry, sorry mr great” *throat grossed out sounds*

I love him

“Ah ew >:-(“

Laylas eye bags my beloved

The way she realized harrow is rlly getting to her as he describes the scarf n her face breaks n she tries to hide it GodDD

N then there’s the hint of tears n snot n just just just just JUST

N then she breaks when she turns the corner like going to ur room to cry

“Layla! Look! We won! HahAA!! And the ushabti goes to.. us :-)”

“Youarright luv :-(?”

The confrontation n Marc like like

He’s forced to b vulnerable in front of her n his breath shakess n it’s almost like he’s accepting that he was there all over again

He looks so broken dude FUCK

FUCK

Man y’all rmr the week everyone was like “Jake killed her dad” I hated that

Layla baby baby I’m so sorry

“But I didn’t die that night and… I should’ve”

“Oh my god… that’s the reason that we met” MAY CALAMAWY THE ACTRESS Y—

“I’ll hold them off,” famous last words lol

“COME ON” he pushes the anger out n then when he confronts harrow again there’s that bit of fear again n the axe lowers n he’s still feeling the trial

The lighting is lovely here too truly this ep is amazing w that

The GOLDEN VIBES

THE SPEED OF THE SHOT THE IMMEDIATE SILENCE THE CUT TO LAYLAS FACE IM EATING WOOD IM IM IM IM

AND THE SHOT OF THEM FALLING IM IM IM IM

THE SINKING INTO THE WATER INTO SINKING INTO THE VOID W THE MUSIC THIS SCENE MAKES ME FUCKINH UNHINGED OK IT IT LIKE IT OK UM IT LIKE AHHHGGGGHHHGGHHHGGHH N THN HE FALLS INOT LIGHT INTO THE MOON INTO THE FLASHLIGHT INTO TOMB BUSTER

The way the fucking BLACK GUTTERS CHANGE TO BOX TV SIZZE

AFGHHHHHHHHHHHHHYYYFFGHH

N then it pulls back n the old gutters push back in n it’s it’s ahhhh

N then we’re Marc’s pov w the camera being pushed away from the TV n turned around n pushed past the patients n the guy pushing the cart w the cupcakes is Bec n n then we stop by the window n see we’re Marc as he turns to it

MaNNNN

The red scarab on Laylas bandage n we won to I won w how he views her moving away from him

THE WAY HE CALLS FOR STEVEN IMMEDIATELY IM NEVER GONNA B OK IM NOT IM NOT IM NOT AHHGGGGJJJHGGH

The musiCCCCX AFGHHHGHH THE BREATHING

The asmr is nice tho the soft talking n the closeness of the voices

Love the tomb buster cover

Dr harrow I hate you

But also I do like listening to u talk

Love all the details in the office n how it’s the place they were barricaded in w the jackal

Shout out to that fly

THE WAY MARCS WORLD CLEARS N HE CAN FOCUS WHEN HES REMINDED OF STEVEN WHEN PPL U CARE AB GROUND YOU N LET YOU KEEP HOLD OF YOURSELF AGGGHHHVHHHHHHHHJ

The score does an amazing job of building in the background

God this scene is hard to watch in a well done way but god watching Marc crawl to the door is

Yeah

Marc is still scared of harrow n he is what his brain latched into for being not believed and being gaslit bc that’s who he was irl

The way the lights swing bc they’re on a boat YESSS

I always think of Steven’s sarcophagus as blue but then it’s white

“Steven?” “Marc?” “Steven!” Marc!”

THE HUGGFFFFFFF TEAHHHH YEHA YEAH YEAHBEHSJSJKEN YEAH WAHOOOOOO TEAH WYEGHAHOK

Marc Spector I love you I love you

LET HIM OUT YOU MOTHERFUCKERS LET HIM OUT OF THE BOX LET HIM OUT HES THERE LET HIM OUT

Steven’s lil point YEAH HES THERE LET HIM OUT LET HIM TF OUT

hi ;-)

AHHGGGHJJJUYYIOUGFG

Man

MAN

I love them I love them I love them

I love that the ending credits always have a setting shot n it changes w each ep from London to Cairo to London and Cairo reflected ahhhh n it’s water at the start of this one

My dad pointed out the shot in the credits of dunes that resemble Khonshu’s head n I hadn’t noticed that before that fucks

#the fruit is talking again #MK liveblog

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