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justalildumpling · 11 months

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⇢ haechan as your boyfriend

pairing: haechan x reader genre: fluff, established relationship note: happy bday to our chaotic little pudu!! im sorry for making you the punching bag of my smaus🤠

let’s be for real here, he was the one who confessed to you. it does not matter whether you liked him first, he would’ve confessed first

haechan probably would’ve just started talking to you randomly, asking to become friends and annoying the HECK out of you until you started unwillingly liking him and magically he confessed to you.

when you guys were friends, he probably would’ve hugged you and clung to you a lot but once you start dating this boy… have fun with him stuck to you 24/7! no seriously, you can’t rid of him

expect lots of back hugs, hugs from the side with him placing a soft kiss on your cheek with a playful little smile on his face, him hugging your waist whilst he’s sitting down

your hand will always be warm. if he sees you visiting him at work, he’ll excitedly grab your hand and drag you around; if you’re sitting at dinner with his members, you bet his hand will be caressing the palms of your hand; if you’re having a little cry, his hand will automatically reach for yours, fingers intertwined

so much banter, sarcasm and sass in your relationship like if your friends or anyone saw your text messages to each other, they will be concerned

he would send random photos throughout the week to let you know what he’s up to. it could be a photo of his hair getting dyed with a text saying “i bet you $20 that you can’t guess what colour im dying it this time :p” “red.” “WHAT?!!!>>! YOU WITCH! HOW DID YOU KNOW?” “lucky guess :)” it could even be a photo of his favourite chocolate snacks or a paper cut on his finger

despite your constant old married couple bickerings, haechan would hold so much love for you. he would constantly compliment you, saying that you’re the prettiest person alive, hype you up whenever you buy a new outfit and just gaze at you with a lovesick look in his eyes

that boy and his jealousy are like a match made in heaven (but in the pettiest and jokiest way possible) realistically i don’t haechan would get jealous in a serious sense like he wouldn't be insecure about himself or his trust in you at all but if he sees you hanging out his members (esp dreamies) too much, you best know the man’s gonna either be ignoring you for a bit (to annoy you) or just hanging on for dear life and shouting out how your his girl in front of everyone.

like i can imagine you and him cuddling up in his dorm and him just randomly asking you, “me or jeno?” “huh? where is this coming from?” “answer, me or jeno?” “you, of course, what are you-”

and haechan would get up from his bed and shout out “HAH! SUCK ON THAT JENO! Y/N LIKES ME MORE!” and jeno replying with the most confused face, “I WOULD HOPE THAT YOUR GIRLFRIEND LIKES YOU MORE THAN ME??????”

expect lots of facetime calls or just calls in general, it could literally be for a minute before he goes on stage for his tour. “hyuck why are you calling me on standby?” “because i wish you were here, you would’ve loved it here.”

he would call you after every show of his tour and despite the time differences you would still pick up, i can imagine him with his hair damp after his shower, eating a bowl of kimchi jjigae and telling you the highlights of his concert or simply singing you your favourite song as you fall asleep on call

your dates would vary between lazing around at home, watching cheesy rom-coms on netflix with a pile of snacks to going out in the city at night, making your own silly adventure and pretending that it was only the two of you in the world

the best thing about dating haechan would be that he would bring out your inner child, nourishing it and reminding you that it’s okay to have fun and to live in the moment once in a while and to forget about your worries. he would remind you to do the things you love, to make time for them whilst you’re working or whatever adulting things needs to be done.

your relationship with him would be fun, lighthearted and healing and he would never fail to remind you that you are indeed loved and cherished, not just by him but everyone around you as well

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newkatzkafe2023 · 4 months

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@lara-legomonkiekid

What if Y/N was like bugs bunny.

Oh boy We're going to drive them nuts😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

(Lmk Wukong) He can only admire you for standing on your own. He remember getting on your bad side once and god that was pure hell. He was pretty arrogant back in the day. When you guys met first you were all like what's up peaches. And then he was like i'm going on a journey With my master. And you said oh can I come. And he was like and why should you? We don't need somebody like you on the journey. You normally try to avoid confrontation but then you said to yourself. I hope you know That this means war. And Boy, did he suffer a montage of confusion and humiliation? That's when he learned not to effort you like that. But over the years you 2 learn to put aside. Your differences and soon became friends and later on. You started a relationship and later even that later on you all got married. All he wishes was that no one would ever Know the truth of your first meeting but I think is too late for that.

(MK Reborn) You make him wanna pull his fur right out of his skin. You drive him insane. When you're not taunting him tricking him into doing what you want. You're sometimes flirt with him and he is him because You have a crush on him. His face would be red with pure fury and he is sick Of your tricks and disguises. But one One day somebody provoked you and You said I hope you know that this means war. And because of that you haven't been paying attention to him whatsoever. No no he hated that The only one who can mess with you Is him. So after laying waste To the demon that messed with you. We grabbed you by your arms and snarled at your face. Saying that you belong to him and that he is the only one You can mess with all you want and That you are his. You were cool with that you this was your plan all along anyway.

(NR Wukong) This guy was zany and that's what you like. All your tricks on him and disguis is and humiliation tactics. We're all steps performing a bond with him. He's another You caused to go mildly insane. But I think that guy is crazy already so you guys match. He loves to flirt with you on the daily. Whenever you guys meet and you have an old problem flirting with him back. He just wishes that you don't cause him to get shot a lot. Considering you always go with the whole rabbit season monkey season bit. Overall you guys are a lovely pair of crackheads.

(HIB Wukong) You drive him crazy as well. He tried everything to get rid of you. But you just keep coming back like a boomerang. He's pretty sure you're more Clingy then Liuer. You cause them so much stress with your antics. And you're hey what's up peaches and finally your unusual affection you have towards him. You literally popped out of Liuer's Basket just To lend a kiss on him. He's still wondering how the hell you did that to this day. But overall you soon grew on the grumpy monkey and he actually starts to expect to see you at least once today. It's not like his life was normal in the first place, but this is getting ridiculous.

(Netflix Wukong) Man he is easy to mess with. Especially with how condescending he was to you when your first met. You didn't want to go out on a full war. But you still needed to give him a bit of a reality check. So after a few disguises, some tricks and finally. Make shift bomb you made from him. He was finally forced to admit defeat to you and that's how He became your daffy. Of popping by just to see what he's doing And maybe mess with him a little And tease him. But despite all that you two were really close And you actually hate how other people treat him when he's just trying to fit in and stuff. And you can see why he's so obsessed with being a hero to his village and whatever. You often give your own kind of revenge for those that mess with your daffy monkey boy. So when When he gets released from his mountain imagine the first person he sees is you. What's up peaches???

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#monkey king netflix #monkey king reborn #monkey king x reader #nezha reborn #lmk monkey king #x female y/n #monkey king hero is back #bugs bunny #looney toons #daffy duck

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bennie-jerry · 1 month

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My Beef with Miguel O'Hara - A Spiderverse Rant

If you've read the title of this, you already know who I'm gonna be crapping on.

I know some of y'all are gonna flame me in the comments, but I do not care. Now, if you’re willing to bring up counterpoints about a FICTIONAL topic in a respectful manner, I’ll listen no problem because I don't mind being wrong (and I actually HOPE I'm wrong about this since I WAS excited about watching Miguel in action because there was so much hype around him). But if you take me having beef with a fictional character as me having beef with YOU, then I politely ask you to spare your mental health and drink some hot chocolate under a blanket after you click away from this post, thank you.

Now back to the topic.

Most of us Spider-Man fans have seen the movie, "Across the Spider-Verse" at some point (and if you haven't, what are you doing? Go watch it, it's on Netflix). Excluding everything that makes it a masterpiece aside, there's one character in the movie who really grinds my gears. Not in terms of how they’re written, but more so just how they are as a person in general.

Miguel O'Freaking'Hara.

I do not like Miguel. I feel pity for him, but I do not like him. I do like him as a character, though. I feel like he definitely adds to the story and makes it interesting. I genuinely feel like ATSV would’ve been really boring if he wasn’t part of it. But I do not like him as a person.

Miguel doesn't JUST have a stick up his butt, he has the whole TREE.

I couldn't care less about the fact this dude looks like a handsome statue because of the stuff he was doing to Miles. I think y’all forgot that this dude THREW A TABLE AT A MINOR UPON FIRST MEETING HIM and then has the nerve to throw away the food Miles got for him like it's trash. If that’s already not a red flag, I don’t know what is.

I don’t care if it was just ‘frustration.’ Miguel's 27 years old, he should know better. Unless Miles was attacking him in the beginning (which he wasn’t), there’s no reason he should’ve done that. But oh…I have much more beef with this dude than just a table.

I understand that his supposed role and whatnot in the Spiderverse is that he has to keep canon events going. He has to get rid of 'anomalies.’ Unfortunately, Miles Morales (from Earth-1610) is an anomaly because he was never supposed to be the Spider-Man of his universe. So, what does Miguel do? He tries to obliterate the guy.

…Ex–freaking-scuse me?

"Oh, but Miguel tried to talk to Miles about everything!"

Yeah. And he did it in the worst way possible. Miguel had absolutely no empathy towards the whole situation, then has the gall to wonder why Miles is running off and not listening to him. No dip, Sherlock. I'm pretty sure if you harshly told any normal person that someone they loved deeply was going to die and that they couldn't save them without any hint of compassion, they'd go against what you said and try to find a way to save them, bro.

Miguel's whole schmo is that Miles becoming Spider-Man was bad because it created Spot and Spot's creating a bunch of problems. As a result, Miguel also tells Miles that saving his dad is not allowed. Here's where I have a problem with that logic. If Miles being Spider-Man is an anomaly in the first place, why NOT save Jeff as a way to prevent more anomalies from HAPPENING? If anything, Miles losing his dad would've just been another canon event for him to continue BEING Spider-Man, even though he wasn't supposed to be. Legit, this dude’s logic irritates the pee out of me.

Miguel's approach to the problem is also hypocritical considering that he lost his own wife and daughter in the universe he belonged to, then invaded ANOTHER UNIVERSE he didn't belong to, which honestly in my opinion makes Miguel look even worse to me. I'm willing to bet that Miguel’s alternate daughter could’ve been that universe’s spider hero, but because THIS vampire edge lord stepped into a universe that was NOT his, it prevented the canon event of the classic “Dead Guardian trope,” leading to that universe’s evaporation.

Another thing that irks me about the whole thing is that MILES IS LIKE 15-16 YEARS OLD. So as far as I'm concerned, O'Hara is trying to eliminate a KID. Even though he knows what it's like to lose a KID. No wonder the multiverse prevented him from being a father—he’s violent, unstable, and completely short-sighted. He’s out here chokeslamming a teenager and calling THEM the mistake. Just because you went through grief and trauma with your own children, it isn't an excuse to take the breath of another child.

(Y'know, considering the events of Multiverse of Madness, I'm kinda seeing a pattern here--)

Miguel, for some reason, refuses to have a smidge of sensitivity for what Miles is going through. Heck, even Gwen and Peter Parker had more empathy for Miles despite them not telling him he wasn't supposed to be Spider-Man because they actually cared about his feelings TO SOME DEGREE.

I hate Miguel’s whole “You’re a mistake!” speech because Miles didn't create the spider. Miles didn't summon the spider. Miles didn’t choose to get bit. He didn’t find it on his own terms. Miles didn't choose to create Spot—the one who’s actually causing them problems. Someone ELSE brought the spider there. Someone ELSE took away a universe’s Spider-Man. Miles is just trying to deal with what he’s been given. So if Miguel wants to go after ANYONE for ‘anomalies’ in terms of Miles’ universe, he needs to track down the person who put something where it didn’t belong.

For crying out loud, he told the boy that HE was a mistake. It’d be one thing if he said “You being Spider-Man was a mistake” or something. But no. He says that Miles IS the mistake.

During that whole speech, it sounds like Miguel is trying to tell Miles that everything is HIS fault as if Miles had a choice in being bit. As if Miles even had a choice in the fact that a radioactive spider from an alternate universe chose to bite him.

There were so many other ways Miguel could've handled the issue and he didn’t do that. I don’t care what his so-called intentions could/would be because it really put a disgusting taste in my mouth.

I still have no respect for the fact that he hypocritically and previously invaded another reality where he was dead so he could be with his family--and here's what I mean by that.

Yes, I understand--Miguel's life on his original earth was freaking sad. He lost his wife and daughter. That's obviously a very tragic thing to go through. But it’s the fact that he's cracking down on Miles so badly despite Miguel LITERALLY being the one to pull a Kingpin vexes me. Miles had ALWAYS belonged to his universe. Miguel’s only in the dump he’s in because he was trespassing.

Don't get me wrong, I feel pity but I absolutely cannot stand the audacity of this man to go after a kid who got bit IN HIS OWN UNIVERSE even though Miguel was the one who contributed to some multiversal disaster in the Spider-verse. You could try to say, "Oh, it's because he doesn't want to make the same mistake again and shatter the Spider-verse or something!" While I could understand that, it’s still not a good reason for Miguel to do and say the stuff he did. I thought at the bare minimum, he'd be at least able to RELATE to Miles considering that he also lost people he cared about.

End conclusion:

Miguel is vexing to me–but I don’t hate the way he’s written. If anything, I think if he wasn’t written this way, the ASTV movie would be very different. Whether that’d be for the better or the worse, I’m willing to bet most of this storyline wouldn’t even exist were Miguel not like this. So even though Miguel absolutely grinds my gears with his mindset and who he is as a character—I’m not mad at his writers. And I honestly feel like that’s just a showmanship of how great the writing for the Spider-Verse movies is. Good writing is when you’re mad at characters for the decisions THEY make, and not at the WRITERS for having them make those decisions.

I’m out.

#anti miguel o’hara #character rant #character ramblings #character rambles #rant post #rant #ranting #across the spiderverse #spider man #spiderman #miguel is not your uwu daddy #miguel is not misunderstood #miguel is a violent man that needs to be in therapy

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octuscle · 6 months

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Hey support

So I decided to go to my first fetish event at a club next weekend, but being a shy always in my own head kinda guy I was a little anxious about the whole thing. So I thought, I might find some temporary presets or changes on Chronivac to last for the night to get me out of my own head and make me feel more at home with being at the event.

I think I messed something up though, cause although the changes are suppose to be temporary and only for the day/night of the event, I can’t put my finger on it, but things seem to be changing in my daily life right now, over a week before the big day.

It's Sunday morning. According to your memory, you had a quiet Saturday evening on the sofa. Chips, Netflix, a bit of wanking. A perfectly normal Saturday evening. But why the hell do you have this hangover? And the apartment smells of beer and cigar smoke. Full ashtrays in the kitchen. Empty whiskey glasses. Full condoms on the floor. A few jockstraps. Empty poppers bottles. What was going on here yesterday. And where did that hairy, snoring fellow on your sofa come from?

It's 6pm when you finally get rid of the fellow (hottest Sunday morning sex ever), you've tidied up and cleaned. Now you feel like a cigar. But not at home anymore. You've just got rid of the smell to some extent. But now you need a whiskey and a cigar.

You actually thought that the stranger on the sofa owned the biker boots and the leather jacket at the coat check. But he left your apartment wearing just one of the jockstraps from the kitchen floor and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. But now you're standing in front of your hallway mirror with one of the jockstraps, a 501, a white T-shirt that doesn't fit at all badly, the boots and the leather jacket. And you like what you see. There are cigars in the leather jacket. And as if remote-controlled, you walk through the evening streets until you find yourself standing in front of an inconspicuous door in the basement of a side street. You ring the bell. The doorman greets you with a fist bump and says it's good to see you back. Your regular seat at the bar is free. Your whiskey and ashtray are ready before you can even take a seat. You like Sunday evenings here. No curious tourists. No hustle and bustle. Real men who want their peace and quiet. And maybe a quick fuck. The fellow who disappears into the toilet had clearly made eye contact with you beforehand. You follow him…

Monday morning. Shit, you could have stayed in bed for another hour. But you have to look good at the weekend. And you have to go to the gym before work. And you're still wearing the urine-yellow and cum-encrusted jockstrap from yesterday. Your cock never gets limp when you wear it. Your PA shines through the stretched fabric. Fuck, you're so horny that you have to jerk off in the shower. And with every movement, your PA gets a little thicker. And your circumcised foreskin comes back. As you stuff your sweaty clothes into your gym bag and put on your suit, you think wistfully of your leather jacket. You miss the smell of masculinity in your work clothes… And the creak of leather.

On Tuesday after work, you get changed and go to your favorite barbershop. Hair radically short, beard in shape. On the Friday before the party, you only need to have the contours corrected once. You're actually always here twice a week. Great atmosphere. You're not the only man sitting in the styling chair in leather jeans. And with a cigar and a glass of whiskey, it's almost like being in your favorite bar. And once you've changed your clothes and had your hair done, you can see what's going on in the bar. As you might expect, not much. But Hendrik, the Danish barman, plays with your nipple piercings. And just before you leave, there's a submissive skinhead who first serves as your urinal and then gives you a blowjob. Good evening!

Yesterday was a normal day at the gym, but on Thursday you realize that the big fetish events are in town this weekend. There are more men than usual at the weights in the morning. And the men are bigger, more muscular and hairier than usual. It smells of sweat and musk. The air is full of testosterone. Damn, there's more than one ass you'd like to fuck. And a number of fellows obviously wouldn't be averse either. But you won't cum until tomorrow night. You want maximum pressure on your balls. You spend the evening with leather waxes, brushes and polishing cloths. Boots, pants, jackets, shirts, harnesses… There's a hell of a lot of black leather to polish to a high shine. Your new fullsleave has healed perfectly. The new sling is hanging, the St. Andrew's cross is fitted and tomorrow morning you'll swap the cotton sheets for black leather. You are a neat freak. But planning and preparation is everything!

Today is Friday, so you can wear leather trousers to the office. The dirty jockstrap and cock ring underneath. The white button-down shirt will be changed quickly later. You don't want to waste any time.

You change in the barbershop to the cheers of the other customers. Zac takes the opportunity to trim the fur on your chest. There are already long queues outside the club. You don't care. You just walk through to the entrance. You greet the doorman with a handshake and a French kiss. He returns the favor by grabbing your bulge. Fuck, your balls are about to burst. The party can start.

Pic found @my-gear-smoking-favourites

#male tf #muscle tf #reality change #chronivac #male transformation #muscle transformation #leather tf

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klissblog · 6 months

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Is Teruhashi based off of the author's wife?

Saiki K published in 2010 in one short chapter, and was serialized from May 2012 to February 2018 (chapter 1-279).

Kokomi appeared in 2012. Her attitude at the beginning of chapter 5 was narcissistic. She flirted with the new transferred boys in chapters 18 and 66

And now I want to focus on the year 2014 since the author started to be a big fan of dempagumi.INC. He tweeted that he went to the first idol concert in November 2014.

His coworker/assistant who helped drawing Saiki k. manga (三原すばる/Mihara Subaru) drew this manga panel, and he was the one who made the author a big fan of Dempagumi (his wife is an idol in this group) in 2014.

I 2014, his wife's hairstyle appeared in chapter 87. Kokomi could sing in chapter 90. Kusuo admited that he was a tsundere in chapter 92.

Chapter 101. Kokominzu. Um... Being Otaku can affect to manga. His wife also has a fan club.

Chapter 114 Saiko appeared. He was the man of Kokomi's dream, but the author made Kokomi more loyal to Kusuo and stopped flirting with a new boy.

In 2016, there was a turning point. Kusuo was more open to Kokomi and respects her feelings. He got rid of the guys in the mixer (Chapter 182). He bought her a present (Chapter 204). Kusuo said offu with his own mouth to Kokomi (Chapter 214). He praised Kokomi we are invisible (Chapter 218)

In the same year, the author did draw his wife as Aiura Mikoto, and Aizawa Risa as Kokomi (chapter 219) and he tweeted it on 7 nov 2016. Does this prove that Risa is kokomi to the author?

Yumemi posted this picture and got the comment that she was Nendou (because of her height). If it is because of the height, I can arrange their heights in order.

Boy cosplay: Yumemi is 170cm (Nendou 191cm) > Mogami 162cm (Saiki 167cm) > Fujisaki 157cm (Kaidou 159cm)

Girl Cosplay: Furukawa 165cm (Mikoto 166cm) > Aizawa 159 (Kokomi 164cm) > Naruse 160cm (Chiyo 156cm)

There was a comment that said "As I thought, Aso sensei is a big fan of Risa-chan, aren't you? " (because he drew her as Kokomi and we all know that Kokomi is his favorite female character). The author didn't reply/answer the comment.

However, the queen came and claimed her crown! The author's wife (Furukawa-san) wrote on her twitter that "it is ok to offu" the same day the author tweeted that drawing. We all know there is one character who wants to hear offu. So who is the real kokomi?

I guess 2016 was the year they were bf/gf. That's why it's a turning point for Kusuo. I mean I wouldn't care if a big fan of mine likes or married another woman, but I do care if someone thinks my boyfriend likes another woman. Both of them couldn't say it out loud because his wife is an idol (must be secret).

In December 2018, the author proposed to his wife on Saiki animation S3 ep 1

Chapter 265 and S3ep1

In manga

1st choice「はしもとかんなとけっこん」→ married to Hashimoto Kanna (she starred as Kokomi in live action).

2nd choice 「よしおかりほとけっこん」→ married to Yoshioka Riho (the actress).

3rd choice 「ガッキーとけっこん」 → married to Gakki (Aragaki Yui: not relate to Saiki k).

But in anime s.3 ep.1 (Netflix doesn’t translate the texts in anime.), Asō sensei changed

no. 2 to「かやのあいとけっこん」married to Kayano Ai (Kokomi’s voice in anime)

no.3 to でんぱぐみのだれか(とけっこん) → Married someone in Dempagumi(.inc).

He grouped his wife with Kokomi in animation. I guess his wife likes Kokomi or he sees his wife beautiful as kokomi. Anyways, he is so sweet to do a marriage proposal on anime and this'll alway be on Saiki k anime forever .

18 september 2019 The author announed that he and Furukawan-san would get married (one day before his wife birthday, 19 sep), and they had got married in november 2019 (the same month they met each other.

His coworker (三原すばる/Mihara Subaru) wrote on the manga panel, the result of being an otaku for 5 years (from 2014 to 2019). Congratulations on marriage!

So, it is Furukawa-san that the author likes from the beginning, and Furukawa-san was Mikoto in that drawing because of the height. One thing we should know about the author that he likes to trick the readers. The same as he tricked us about Aiura´s soulmate which is Toritsuka.

In my opinion, Kokomi wasn't based off the author's wife in the beginning (because they didn’t met each other from start of Saiki k. (2012), but they met each other before half of saiki k. manga 2014). Kokomi is his type and she looks similar to his wife. So, he likes his wife from the first day. The author changed Kokomi to be more nicer: not narcissistic and loyal: stop fooling around. She is beautiful, has fanclub and talented like his wife (a little based off his wife), but not a 100% like his wife because some personalities of his wife are taken to the other characters. His wife had a lack of communication at school and dislikes insects (that's kusuo character from 2012). She is a gamer. She likes ramen (Umm, it's nendou character from 2012).

The question: Doesn´t Kusuo end up with Kokomi if the author and his wife haven't met?

Answer: I would think that Kokomi’s still narcissistic and would chase after him until the end without Kusuo showing that he liked her or not. Being aroace, I guess.

But the author planned from the beginning that they have same birthday month and he sent them together (Kokomi asked for a decent boy and saw kusuo on her birthday, his father asked God for a nice girlfriend for his son and Kokomi appeared). The ending would be the same that kusuo chooses kokomi in chapter 279 (He doesn´t make a 100% clear and the readers have to interpret the ending).

The picture from animation released in 2019, the year that they had got married or manga chapter 281 released in 2018, the year that the author proposed his wife. He made kusuo and Kokomi canon (Saiki likes Teruhashi in the last scene). The picture shows Kusuo startled when he heard someone called Kokomi. He didn't react anything to other friends, only reacted to Kokomi. He smiles after her words and quickly grabs glasses (save the world and grant Kokomi´s wish). Kusuo said he liked trouble which refered to Kokomi (chapter 181). Both of them like each other. The end ଘ(੭◌ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡❤️🎉‧₊˚

Chapter 181 and Reawakened ep. 6

Chapter 181 kokomi admited she liked kusuo and Reawakened ep. 6 (Chapter 281) kusuo said he liked trouble, kokomi. Ironically, he referenced/linked this romantic couple (SaiTeru) 100 chapters apart. The same as 100 chapters apart for this couple: Mikoto met Reita for the first time in chapter 173 and Reita has pink hair in chapter 73. With the pun of the characters’ names and this reference, this author is literally brilliant!

I'm not sure if the author changed Kokomi’s personality to be nicer after knowing his wife and made Kusuo´s heart swayed for kokomi the same timeline of their relationship on purpose or he did plan about this, even he didn´t meet his wife. Edit The author made terusai happened the same timeline of theirs relationship after I saw he referred himself as saiki and Kokomi as his wife in chapter 115. See extra: is Teruhashi is based off of the author’s wife? I am so sure that the author is so sweet. He even changed the storyline that Kokomi is (a little) based off his wife and saiki is a tsundere. The author saw his wife beautiful like kokomi (miss perfect in his eyes) and that’s why he grouped Kokomi and his wife in a marriage proposal. Kokomi and his wife has effort (this is definitely his type). The most important is his wife wanted to be Kokomi. “It’s ok to offu”. The author will do everything for his wife and it seems to me that his wife likes kokomi and is SaiTeru. Kokomi is favoured by the author God. Both of them are SaiTeru.

I like to think that the author say this to his wife

«I couldn´t have done it without her. With your powers and mine, we can´t fail. We´re invicible.»

#saiki no psi nan #teruhashi kokomi #saiki x teruhashi #saiteru #terusai #saiki kusuo

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victor-the-vampire · 4 months

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I try not to be a negative nacy on my social media accounts but this shit gets exhausting man. Every time there's a truly unique piece of media it gets fucking canceled and treated like shit. It happened with dead end, it happened with First kill, and now ofmd? Yall wanna know why people aren't giving you guys money? This is why. It's bullshit. Yall keep wanting to pump out the same nothingness unoriginal trash but the moment you have something popular, unique and most importantly Queer you get rid of it? Fuck you Netflix, fuck you HBO Max, fuck you whatever tasteless homophobic ceo bitch who's making these decisions.

#ofmd s2 #ofmd s3 #ofmd s1 #ofmd #our flag means death #dead end paranormal park #first kill #first kill netflix #dead end netflix #ofmd hbo max #hbo max #netflix #fuck you #im tired #its 2:40 am-#and im on tumblr yelling abt my queer faves getting canceled-

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tansu-bomb · 1 year

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Long post: Musings on AOS Ep21

Where the ice-stone man steals a lousy priestess bride from her wedding procession but the bride is only too eager to elope with him, the husband she boldly chose.

Naksu wants freedom to make her own life-choices. She chooses the strongest man in Daeho so he can help counter her mother’s oppression and free her from her current cage so she can flap her wings & soar.

Uk wants peace that only ridding himself off the ice-stone’s power & his ensuing death can provide. He chooses the greatest priestess with divine powers in Daeho who can help relieve his burden.

When she initially suggests that they ought to band together and help eo, he says “Forget it! No, thank you” (often subconsciously using the same phrases his Master/Fiancée used to use), but he changes his mind and comes for her (almost as if he cannot refuse anything she wants). Her happiness that he’s come for her…that she could be the wife of a man of her choice, is boundless.

She has zero boundaries — both physical and emotional — with him, a mere stranger she has met twice in the past week. Her interactions with Uk are such a contrast to the interactions with her sister and her mother. There is such implicit trust in the way she freely invades his personal space — touching, pulling, smelling, clinging, hugging at will.

Here too, her glowing face is an open-book for him to read. When she flashes him a bright, wide-eyed smile, it’s familiarity gives him pause. He is intrigued.

When he offers his hand and sauvely says “Let us go”, it makes her heart race. Excitement rolls off her in waves as he’s completely stumped when she sweetly addresses him as “my dear husband”.

When she suddenly jumps into his arms, hugging him hard, (more like clinging to him like a naughty little monkey) there is an obvious, initial surprise/shock where Uk is completely overwhelmed and unsure how to react or process the emotions coursing through him. But soon, as she snuggles further in his neck — smiling into the hug, closing her eyes in contentment, and breathing in the scent of him and Uk’s senses are blown as he feels a long-forgotten stirring within, his body responding involuntarily.

What is absolutely breathtaking about this scene is that it is the first time we see Naksu initiating physical & emotional intimacy. Nearly all of Part1, it is always Uk hugging/reaching out to her — slowly, incrementally — while she revels in it briefly before asking to be let go (as it would become too much for her). To see the opposite here, to see her explicitly express and shower him with physical affection (which he badly, badly needs now) is so endearing to watch.

He doesn’t understand why, but he cannot help but allow her to get this close. She is driving him crazy.

She doesn’t question why, but she feels the safest & happiest when he is this close. He is igniting her entire being.

I finally understand why Netflix marked Part2 as “intimate”.

#alchemy of souls #alchemy of souls s2 #alchemy of souls light and shadow #go yoon jung #lee jae wook #naksu #cho yeong #mu deok #jang uk

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lixtokki · 2 years

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nobody like you

pairing: chan x reader (afab) word count: 3.3k rating: 18+ warnings: spanking! marking! possession kink!! unprotected sex a/n: hello i'm back!!!!! a nice long fic for my return hehe. this was half written while i was stoned so yk if there's errors i'm sorry

summary: weeks pass after your breakup with chris and his number continues to burn a hole in your phone.

your friends had given you every reasonable explanation under the sun to block chris’ number, to completely rid your life of his presence. you’d blocked his social media accounts, you’d taken back the spare key to your apartment, you’d even changed the netflix password. but, night after night, your thumb hovered warily over the ‘block contact’ prompt in your phone. press it and he’s gone, it was that simple. maybe that’s why you hesitate.

everyone had warned you it was no good to leave a communication line open between you. apparently chris has been pegged as the type of man to abuse such a thing. it almost stings when weeks pass since your messy breakup and you’ve not heard anything. no pleading texts that your friends assured you would eventually come. no voicemails. nothing.

now what were you supposed to do? move on? it was finally sinking in that you had broken up — a decision you made in earnest after too many arguments that never got resolved; it was for the best, and yet. you miss him. you miss everything about him. or maybe you miss a feeling of toxicity that was so shrouded in familiarity that it started to feel like home.

so, you do what anyone in their heartbroken, wrong mind would do. you go out, get drunk and prowl for a rebound; a quick fuck that will hopefully be, at the very least, a bandage for the gaping wound chris had left in his absence.

the guy you bring home is nothing special. honestly, you don’t even remember his name. he barely fucks you before spilling into the condom embarrassingly early and you tell him to just go when he awkwardly asks you if you came yet. stuffing his flaccid cock back into his jeans, he leaves your place in a flash, head hung low in shame.

so much for that.

rolling your eyes, you drag your hand down your naked body, dipping your fingers into the very bare minimum of wetness he’d procured. letting your mind wander, you begin rubbing slow circles against your clit. thinking about… well. chris. you frown at the thought. rather unwillingly, your mind visits memories of just how good chris could fuck. it might be the only thing you’ll miss in the long run. a smile returns to your face at the recollection, chris mercilessly pounding into you with a hand gripped around your throat. a moan tumbles from your mouth and you freeze. your eyes fall to the phone resting on the nightstand. or more, what’s inside the phone.

you try to seriously consider this. it has too much potential to go wrong. but you’re so hard up on the sheer thought of him that you don’t care. keeping your fingers pressed to your clit, you snatch up the phone in your free hand, swiping away furiously until you find his number. calling… now that would be risky. too much of a risk that you’re not willing to take. moaning again, you type out a message to him.

you: can’t stop thinking about u and i’m wet af

the thought that chris might ignore you doesn’t occur until you hit send, throwing your message into the void. your anxiety is short lived however as your phone almost immediately buzzes with a response.

chris: yeah? miss me that bad?

you: yeah. just had the worst fuck of my life

chris: is that so?

you keep chris’ penchant for possessiveness at the forefront of your mind for this conversation, smiling coyly at your phone while your fingers work slowly at your clit.

you: i didn’t even get to finish :(

chris: that’s too bad. baby will just have to finish herself off

and, you do. with chris’ texts guiding you, you rub yourself all the way to orgasm, legs shaking, mouth agape. you picture him here, buried inside you, his phantom moans music to your ears. in the heat of the moment he’d often tell you that nobody could ever make you feel as good as he does, and you’re starting to think he might’ve been right.

the sexting quickly becomes a habit. a little secret you and chris share. almost every night you find yourself in bed earlier than usual, tapping out all sorts of sordid promises to your ex boyfriend. you tell him you thought about him all day. you tell him your panties were soaked at work from imagining his cock in your mouth. he tells you you’re the nastiest little slut and he can’t believe he ever let you go.

eventually the daily dirty messages aren’t enough. the promises went broken. all that talk was just that… talk. as much of a mistake as it is, you type out a message telling chris to put his dick where his mouth is. it’s a late saturday evening and you may be two glasses of wine down. with your judgment hindered, you send the text.

chris: knew you’d give in first

chris: i know you too well

that’s the last you hear from chris until he’s knocking at your front door. you’re barely revealed to him before he’s pouncing inside, attaching his body to yours, hands fastening around in your waist in that familiar furious fashion. you melt back into chris’ touch, each one of your senses set alight by memories of your intimacy burning fresh in your mind.

in response, you kick the door closed with your foot and connect your arms around his neck, immediately leaning up to meet his mouth in a heady mash of lips, tongue and teeth. it’s everything you remember and more; firm, guiding but frenzied, driven by an insane lust that only you seemed to bring out in him.

it doesn’t take long for his hands to roam, curious to feel every inch of skin that might’ve forgotten him. his hands dip to your ass, squeezing your flesh roughly before gliding back up and delving inside your t-shirt. his wandering fingers pause at the feeling of your bare breasts.

he smirks against your lips, pulling away just enough to talk. “what’s this?” he asks coyly, taking the entirety of your tits into his hands and kneading them slowly, “stripping for me before i even got here?”

you could hardly deny it. not with the feeling of coarse skin colliding with your sensitive nipples tugging small, lewd moans from your mouth. neglecting to answer, you bury your head in the crook of his neck hoping a meek nod will suffice as an answer.

it does not. made obvious by his playful chuckle that sends shivers down your spine. you’re expecting games, teasing. you’re not expecting him to suddenly tug your legs around his waist, hoisting you into the air and carrying you through the apartment to your bedroom — an old path that’s still fresh in his mind.

you’re certain chris has something on his mind, so you wait, eager to please. he places your two feet on the floor once again, taking his seat at the edge of the bed and bringing you in between his thighs. “so,” he says, lifting your shirt slightly and peppering small kisses across your bare stomach, “you started stripping,” he says, fingers toying with the thin fabric of your pyjama shirt, “finish up for me, babygirl. wanna see you.”

you meet his gaze for a few moments, and it reminds you of what you’re doing. who you’re doing it with. so, you do the adult thing and tug the shirt over your head off, breaking the eye contact and giving chris somewhere else to look. thankfully, the moment your breasts are exposed to him he’s busy, dragging his lips upwards in a hurry to cover your chest in kisses, bites and flicks of his tongue.

just when you let your eyes flutter shut and your head roll back in pleasure, chris halts suddenly. you assume sense has overcome him but when you open your eyes to survey him… you see his gaze frozen, pointed on a particular spot on your chest.

“chris—“

you try to query but he quickly cuts you off. “what’s this?” he asks, his fingers grazing over the expanse of skin in question.

ah. you remember now. a souvenir left behind by another shitty fuck you had recently. a fuck you purposely sought out to alleviate the want—need for chris. well, the guy was as lacklustre as you expected… in fact he had some serious gall to sign his work with a hickey. now, he had also had the audacity to try and ruin another fuck. not on your watch.

pressing your thigh to chris’ groin, you let your head fall shamefully. “wanted someone to make me feel good…” you admit, your voice meek.

chris holds your waist firmly with one hand while his other hand snakes round to your backside. “wanted someone to make you feel good?” he repeats, dragging your pyjama bottoms down and down, underwear in tow.

“yeah,” you tell him, holding his head in your hands, pressing your chest to his face, “just wanted somebody to fuck me so i could close my eyes and think about you.” your honestly surprises even yourself.

“is that so?” chris murmurs, pushing a curt laugh out through his nostrils, “was he convincing?” you feel his hands hover steadily over your exposed ass.

you shake your head, “no… nobody fucks like you,” you tell him. and you probably mean it. leaning down, you start pressing kisses into chris’ unruly curls, breathing in the familiar scent of his tea tree shampoo — it sends your mind careening into memories of your fingers in his hair, of his head on your pillow.

“mm, and you still let him leave a mark, yeah?” chris asks, his voice is stern but he can’t stop himself from pressing his head further into your touch.

“i’m sorry,” you breathe the words into his forehead, rocking your thigh against his tightly packed cock.

clearly, he’s unconvinced as he raises a hand only to bring it down harshly on your bare ass. the sting rings loud in your ears, the piercing hot pain sending sears of pleasure straight to your pussy. you could never deny that chris knows how to hurt good. he does it again, striking your ass cheek with his open palm, relishing the way you tense in anticipation.

“tell me, babygirl,” he murmurs, biting over the purple mark your previous lay had left behind, “how many guys since me?” he sucks your skin whilst waiting for an answer, painting over the sickening stain with his own teeth and tongue.

it’s a small number, but still one you’re ashamed to admit. “three,” you tell him truthfully. three guys, each one worst than the last, or perhaps that was just the illusion chris drew up for you after you resorted to texting him after each failed one night stand; begging for him to virtually finish the job they couldn’t do with you laid out bare before them. “three guys. no more.” you say to reaffirm.

when he’s finished marring your chest, he looks up to you, boyish grin plastered on his beautiful face, tongue poking through his teeth, “wow, three guys and none of them could fuck you like i can.” he’s so smug, and with every reason to be. “still,” he continues, fingers dancing over your reddened backside, “three is three too many.”

to your dismay, chris pushes you away, holding you firmly at arms length. he shimmies back on the bed until the back of his knees hit the mattress. “over my knee.” he commands, taking hold of your hand and guiding your body across him. you follow suit, of course, shimmying out of your final constraints of pyjama shorts and underwear, revealing yourself fully to him before laying sideways atop his lap, ass perched upwards. “you gonna count for me, babygirl?“ he asks with a coo.

his free hand finds your face, holding your jaw, keeping your head place. your response is a nod held within his gentle grip.

his hand slowly retracts upwards, slamming back down against the curve where your ass meets your thigh; the sharp pain rolls out in dull waves throughout your lower body. you gasp, whimper and moan all at once. “one,” you breathe out, taking a deep breath and preparing for another smack.

the next one is harder, louder. it leaves tears stinging the corner of your eyes. chris’ fingers playfully skim over the fresh red marks that adorn your ass, he admires his work whilst waiting for you to count.

“t-two.” you mewl as chris’ hand squeezes your face tighter in his grip.

weeks and weeks of teasing texts and you still hadn’t had the sweet satisfaction of his hands or cock inside you; truly, you were starting to go mad, the fresh addition of pain only highlighting how neglected your cunt is feeling. all you can do is squeeze your thighs together and hope chris is merciful with you.

another slap lands on your ass, the hardest one yet. you cry out something caught between a moan and a sob, your back arching from the intensity. “three,” you hiss, sucking air in through your clenched teeth. the slaps are quick, fleeting but the pain throbs in blunt waves throughout your entire body.

“good girl.” chris simpers at you, massaging your cheek with his thumb, “three. one for every guy you’ve had up here.”

you smile at the praise, leaning your head into his gentle touch. he almost makes you forget the circumstances which brought you both here; it’s unspoken but it hangs in the air, heavy, like the sky before the rain.

“i hate thinking about other guys with their hands on you,” chris says, breaking the lengthy silence that hung between you whilst his fingers soothed the pained skin of your backside.

“forget them,” you whisper, suddenly sitting upwards and straddling chris, “make me forget them.” you grind your bare pussy against him, the damp spot you leave behind doesn’t go unnoticed.

you hear something akin to a growl stick in chris’ throat and next thing you know he’s taking a rough grip of your arms and shoving you back-first onto the bed. he stands up and rods himself of all his clothes, making quick work of it whilst you lay there, staring holes into the ceiling, wondering when the regret will sink in—wondering if it already has.

luckily, chris’ body soon collides with your own again, knocking the guilt clean out of you, for now. you breathe him in, deeply, holding onto his scent like he might disappear; and you’re certain that, after this late night session, he will. wrapping your arms around his body, you bring your chests together, both of your ragged breaths falling in a shaky rhythm.

chris kisses you, his lips relentless, tongue darting into your mouth, desperate to taste you again. you submit entirely to the will of his mouth, letting him ravish you while your hands roam across his broad chest, simply taking in the sensation of his hot skin under your fingers.

“chris. please.” you whimper, breaking the kiss, “need you inside.” you rut against him, hoping to get your point across.

“mm, really?” chris asks, a coy twang to his voice, “why don’t you just bring some other guy up here and have him fuck you?” he sits upwards now, letting his cock rest on top of your pussy and looking down at you with raised eyebrows.

“because,” you whine, throwing your head backwards into the mattress, hoping a simple ‘because’ will suffice but also knowing it won’t.

as expected, chris merely tilts his head to the side, feigning confusion. “because? use your words, babygirl.”

you whine in defiance but relent anyway, “nobody’s like you.” and saying it out loud felt like solidifying the statement, carved into stone. nobody’s like chris.

you might’ve dwelled on it, but chris is smarter than to let you; he pushes his cock inside your aching cunt, making you his all over again — as if you ever were not. the feeling fills you and empties you all at once, a lust laden guilt spreading through your very veins, erupting from your mouth in the most depraved of shrieks. chris winces as you clamp around his cock, sucking the air in through his teeth and stilling himself inside you, letting you both adjust to the sensations.

“can’t believe you let other guys touch you here,” chris growls, his thumb rubbing tantalising circles around your clit, his eyes meet yours suddenly, his gaze accusing, “did you let them finish inside?”

you shake your head, “no!” and chris smiles. smiles and retracts his hips from you before slamming back into your heat, throwing his head back as your pussy clamps around him.

he lets his chest fall against yours, propping himself up with one hand and gripping your waist with the other. “only want. my cum in you.” he says through gritted teeth, thrusting in you with pained restraint, teasing the moans from your throat rather than fucking them straight out of you.

your sloppy attempts to match the rhythm of his hips is met with a cooing giggle, so cute, he breathes, pressing a kiss into the side of your head. instead of slackening his pace for you, chris only ups the intensity of his bucking hips, stuffing you with his cock over and over and over again until your eyes roll back in your head.

“want— want chris. cum inside.” you cry out, your ability to form coherent sentences slipping from you the more chris relentlessly fucks you into the bed below.

chris barely responds, throwing a low moan of approval your way, his own mind awash with the thought of his cum —and only his cum— filling every inch of your pussy. he grins at the thought, peering down at your pleasure-stricken face, watching in fascination as the waves of euphoria sweep over your features. he suddenly pauses his movements, only for a second, before throwing his hips back into you, watching the very shriek that he coaxes out of your mouth.

“every time you fuck someone else, want you to be only thinking about me.”

and you nod, you nod your head furiously, yes, yes, yes. he could ask anything of you right now and you’d give him it. you’d pull the stars from the sky if he asked. you wrap your legs around him, handing control of your body over to him and his ruthless rutting, letting him ride you into your sweet release.

eventually, you collide, your orgasms ripping through your bodies; chris fucks faster and faster, filling you with his cum, spurred on by the string of curses and shrieks you let out as the pleasure surges through every vein in your body.

after riding out the final waves of his orgasm, chris collapses atop you, breaths ragged and hot against your ear. there’s an uncomfortable stillness suddenly hanging in air, replacing the thick lust that had, until now, clouded your actions. with the desire tinged fog now cleared, you see the situation for what it is and the euphoric high is quickly replaced by devastating shame.

you wince as chris pulls out of you, more shame dripping from you, staining your thighs, your bed, your very mind. the weight of his body leaves you, exposing your naked, marked body to the empty room; you tug the sheets over your form, shivering at the sudden loss of warmth paired with the dizziness of coming down from such an orgasmic high. chris doesn’t look at you as he tugs his clothes back on, you don’t look at him either.

“text me if you need me again.”

and you’re certain you will.

#bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #bang chan smut #bangchan x reader #bangchan x y/n #skz x reader #mine

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skzinka · 1 year

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“ EVERYTHING WILL BE ALRIGHT ” ft. kim seungmin

timeline : december, 2021

summary : when lua is not there to look after inka, a trusted friend comes to the rescue.

word count : 1.3k>

« thank you for coming, » began to say lua, while closing the door behind the young man, « i didn't want her to be alone while i'm away. » — seungmin nodded, taking off his jacket and getting rid of his shoes before following lua without saying a word. his steps led them both to the kitchen, where the ateez's girl gave him a quick rundown of the contents of the cupboards, « you have coffee here, and noodles in this one. you can cook anything you want if you're hungry, there is a dishwasher here. »

seungmin thanked her silently, strolling around the room as if for the first time. fortunately for her, his schedule allowed him to stay with their mutual friend for the day. « where's kalaya? » he asked softly, almost inaudibly, so as not to disturb the stillness of the room. lua offered him a small smile, passing the boy to approach a door, pointing towards it, « she's right here, it's my room. you can come in whenever you like. »

seungmin nodded slowly, following his elder's silhouette as she approached the kitchen counter, collecting her belongings. « i really have to go, » she said suddenly, looking at the time on her phone, « i'm doing my best to get home early, thanks again for coming. »

« no problem noona, inka is my friend too. » seungmin waved as she slipped out the front door, leaving him alone in the living room. a sigh left his lips as he ventured into the kitchen, deciding to make two hot coffees. as he fiddled with the coffee machine, the bedroom door suddenly opened, revealing an almost unrecognizable inka. her face was puffy and her eyes red, she looked far too tired — seungmin was really worried about her. « hey sleeping beauty, how do you feel? »

inka raised her head, looking at seungmin with astonishment — she didn't expect to hear his voice instead of her best friend's. advancing into the room to sit on one of the kitchen stools, she pulled up the plaid she was holding over her head. « miserable. » she replied in a crackling voice. seungmin, who had his back to her, swivelled towards the girl and placed a hot cup of coffee in front of her.

« where's yuehua? » she said as she took a sip, avoiding her friend's gaze as much as possible. seungmin sat down opposite her, imitating her movements as he began to drink his coffee, « at work. she didn't want to wake you, that's why she didn't warn you about it. »

a little oh escaped inka's lips as she continued sipping her drink, resting her chin against the palm of her hand, she played nervously with her teaspoon, « and why are you here..? »

her voice was hesitant, and she hated the tone she'd used for a simple question. feeling a sudden gnawing of guilt, she bit her lower lip a little too hard to keep her from bursting into tears. seungmin noticed the sudden change in his eldest member's behavior, her nails digging into her skin, her lip butchered, her bouncing leg.. so he hurried to reply, stirring his coffee nonchalantly, « to stay with you, as friends do. »

inka nodded slowly, not daring to look up at the young boy. she thought she was pathetic, and hated more than anything that people saw her that way. all she wanted to do was hide in a hole and cry. but she certainly wasn't going to let her feelings show, especially in front of someone she held in such high esteem, and to whom she always wanted to show a shining image of herself. « you want to watch a movie? » he asked, rounding the counter to approach the living room, grabbing the tv remote control. scrolling through the netflix suggestions, inka settled on the sofa, seungmin ends up sitting next to her.

« what are you interested in? » he asked suddenly, not knowing what to choose, « a loyal friendship. » she replied nonchalantly, playing mechanically with the edge of her plaid. seungmin gazed at her face for a few seconds, watching the way she rubbed the tip of her nose to keep from crying. « i know what you need. » he said suddenly, typing in the title of a popular k-drama she was particularly fond of — weightlifting fairy kim bok-joo. a slight smile graced the lips of the young girl, who nodded positively.

launching the first episode, despite the fact that she already knew it by heart, inka seemed to drown in the television. her comforting show was perhaps all she needed to feel a little better. after long minutes of viewing, seungmin noticed that inka had detached herself from the screen, rubbing her eyes a little too frequently to his liking. without him being able to say anything, the young girl got up hurriedly and went to lua's room, locking herself in.

seungmin didn't want to bother her, so he left her alone for a few minutes while he prepared some noodles. when he had finished putting everything into a bowl, he approached the bedroom, banging a few times against the door, « noona, i'm going in. »

when he pushed open the door, he found inka silently weeping, wrapped in the blanket. she looked so vulnerable and weak, not at all like the inka he knew. so he stepped forward cautiously, placing the tray with the bowl on the bedside table, before sitting down beside her. his hesitant hand came to rest on her shoulder, caused the young girl to burst into tears, snuggling up to her younger member instantly.

« it's okay to cry, » he said softly, gently stroking her hair, « you're gonna get through this. i believe in you. » kalaya listened attentively, as she was unaccustomed to hearing such comforting words from seungmin. the two spent more time fooling around together than having deep conversations — this time was a first. « i don't want to be a member of stray kids anymore, seungmin. » she admitted, almost inaudibly. he wasn't surprised by her sudden declaration : jisung had already told him she'd said these kind of words. so he nodded slowly, because although he didn't agree with her desires, inka's feelings were more important than her career, « i understand. but stray kids will never be stray kids anymore without you. »

inka sniffed, closing her eyes to stop herself from crying again. the truth was that she didn't want to leave them, they were her family, and she needed them desperately, but the current situation was eating her up inside and making her want to die. she felt betrayed, cast aside, and chan clearly seemed to invalidate her feelings. keeping the truth from her for so long was clearly a betrayal for her. a long sigh left her lips as she straightened up, leaving seungmin's arms to stare at the ground.

« honestly, it's impressive that you're still standing after everything that has happened, » he finally said, drawing inka's attention, « you've been through a lot, but you've always kept your head up, you're amazing kalaya. » seungmin brought his hand up to her eldest member's head, stroking the crown of her head affectionately, « i'll make sure you'll never have to go through anything like this again. »

for the first time today, inka's gaze met seungmin's. and for the first time today, a slight warmth crackled in her chest. perhaps a glimmer of hope had appeared in her thoughts, maybe leaving her found family wasn't such a good idea, maybe it wasn't all over. and even if, for the moment, she didn't want to go on living, maybe soon her heart will decide to exist again.

bending down again to slip into his arms, inka snuggled up to him, looking for the slightest possible source of heat. gently caressing her back, he placed a comforting kiss on her forehead, they didn't need to discuss it any further. inka knew seungmin was there for her, and seungmin knew he wasn't going to lose inka.

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blkafro-dyte · 1 year

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My OBX3 Rant

So, it’s been a few days since the season 3 trailer for Outer Banks came out, and I’m irritated and scared for the fate of this show. Netflix is notorious for having a great show turn to crap around the 3rd and 4th season. I fear that Outer Banks will become a hot mess.

Like don’t get me wrong, visually the trailer was really appealing, and some of the storylines were intriguing, but overall I’m concerned for a few reasons:

1. This show is so heterosexual. Like there aren’t even side characters that are apart of the LGBTQ+ community. Like be foreal, a friend group with all straight folks....hmmm just doesn’t seem that realistic. Like, the writers are telling me Cleo is, checks notes, straight? Like sister was all over Sarah in season 2, “Sarah, my girl,” ring any bells?

Also, Kie, definitely doesn’t like men, because when John B kissed her, she immediately was thrown off. Then she gets with Pope, and after having sex with him, she literally said “that didn’t feel like it should’ve, like no fireworks, etc.” I just feel like that’s room for her to open up and explore her sexuality. The whole Kie and Sarah friendship, turned enemies back to friendship, would’ve been so cute if they had a fling their freshmen year, but Sarah didn’t want others to know about her and Kie, so that’s why they ended their friendship in the first place. I just think having Kie being passed around her friend group just pisses me off and the lack of her story line also pisses me off.

Lastly, for this point, I am a JJPope stan, so I want JJ and Pope to be together, they just have so much more chemistry, but even if they don’t get together, I need Kie to be with a girl. This show is just so STRAIGHT, like BFFR.

2. I’m mad they keep bringing folks back from the died, but not Sheriff Peterkin..like if anyone should be brought back it’s her, not Ward. I love that John B is gonna reunite with his dad, and that scene that was shown is gonna be heartbreaking, but I’m mad they one, showed it in the trailer, and two, made that a little predictable. Like I know we saw him at the very end of season 2′s finale, but I thought it was a flashback, I was very wrong.

3. I want Cleo to have a good story line, not just the token Black girl, and I know the writers have Pope and Cleo lined up to get together, and I wouldn’t be upset at that, but I need it to be NATURAL, slow burn if you will. I don’t think Cleo likes boys, like she just doesn’t give me that, and it’d be nice to have her and Pope be a bestie duo. But on the flip side, I do love the black love representation, I just don’t know if the writers will even do that storyline justice.

4. I need all of the Pogues to get rest. Like these folks haven’t showered nor rested for 2 seasons, and then this one looks like it’ll be nonstop. Like Sarah needs to rid herself of her family, and save Wheezie. Justice for Wheezie. Like that scene with Topper, I wanted to vomit. I know it’s most likely a flashback, but I don’t wanna see that. He’s a weirdo and folks keep wanting to give him a redemption arc. JJ needs rest, I wish he’d stayed with the Heywards. I hope we see his anxiety being addressed this season. John B needs a break too, like please let this man rest.

5. Rafe and Ward need to DIE, or get thrown in prison and throw away the key. PERIOD, he doesn’t need a love story, nor a redemption arc.

6. Why are they solving ANOTHER mystery? I know that’s the plot of the show at this point, but they haven’t even gotten the gold or the cross. Like moving onto another mystery...really?

I know this rant may not seem like I’m excited for this season, I am, but I’m scared for the outcome. Also, this shows lack of representation is concerning. The fact that the directors are feeding into the fan service is also telling of what the show can end of being in the future.

But that’s the end of my rant, I’ll just be reading OBX fanfics.

#jjpope #popecleo #outer banks #obx #obx3 #obx 3 trailer #rafe cameron #rant #outer banks rant #sarah cameron #john b #kiara carrera #jj maybank #pope heyward #cleo outer banks

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sweet tooth (2021 netflix series): s1e4 "secret sauce" sentence prompts

part 4 of the series!! reminder that these prompts are not spoiler-free, and may contain potential content warnings for apocalyptic settings, child abuse, killing, and death. feel free to change pronouns and/or descriptor words to fit your needs! EVEN MORE SWEET TOOTH PROMPTS

❝ give the order. ❞

❝ game on. ❞

❝ we're not gonna hurt you. ❞

❝ we've been here too long. we need to move. ❞

❝ i've been trying to get rid of him for days. ❞

❝ you're supposed to be asleep, and you're not supposed to be listening to this. ❞

❝ i smell smoke. ❞

❝ what is this place? ❞

❝ no one does anything here without my permission. ❞

❝ i don't want you to die. ❞

❝ now, you ready to go to the best place on earth? ❞

❝ why are they all staring? ❞

❝ don't worry, they won't be so weird in a second. ❞

❝ do you like candy? ❞

❝ we all wish we could be like you. ❞

❝ most people are dumb. ❞

❝ do you know how to drive? ❞

❝ do i need to remind you who's in charge? ❞

❝ what a fitting name for your mom. ❞

❝ let's keep this a secret between you and me, okay? ❞

❝ is it like this here all the time? ❞

❝ can i ask you something? ❞

❝ i've been alone before. ❞

❝ when i lost my family, i was alone too. ❞

❝ i just wanted a friend. ❞

❝ do you want to know the truth? ❞

❝ thought you could use a pick-me-up. ❞

❝ we've already been over this. ❞

❝ i hate that you have to do this for me, that you've always had to sacrifice something in order to take care of me. ❞

❝ she drank a little too much. ❞

❝ no, please, it sounds like i walked in on an intriguing conversation. ❞

❝ let's agree to disagree. ❞

❝ we're all still alive, aren't we? ❞

❝ do i need to take your radio privileges away? ❞

❝ i think it needed more salt. ❞

❝ can we keep him? ❞

❝ what did they do to you? ❞

❝ let us go now, and i might let some of you live when i get free. ❞

❝ why didn't you tell me? ❞

❝ we had to choose a team, either kill or be killed. ❞

❝ you still are broken. ❞

❝ you've hurt people too. ❞

❝ he might now be very good at it, but ... at least he tried. ❞

❝ you need to get out of here while you can. ❞

❝ no! don't kill him! no! ❞

❝ this man is a monster and he deserves to die. ❞

❝ please don't hurt my friend. ❞

❝ i think we overstayed our welcome. ❞

❝ let's get the hell out of here! ❞

❝ we're looking for family from the moment we're born. ❞

❝ sometimes we do things for family that we never thought we could. ❞

❝ you've been acting suspicious for weeks. ❞

❝ i have something that can maybe help all of us. ❞

#rp ask memes #rp ask meme #rp memes #rp meme #sweet tooth prompts #tv prompts #tv show prompts #tv rp meme #tv show rp memes #rp starters #rp starter #ask meme #ask memes #memes #mine

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'All of Us Strangers actor Andrew Scott has expertly broken down why it’s time to stop calling people “openly gay”.

The 47-year-old Irish actor and Fleabag star explained his frustration with the term “openly gay” during a roundtable discussion for The Hollywood Reporter last week.

Speaking to fellow film starts including Rustin actor Colman Domingo and Oppenheimer’s Robert Downey Jr, Scott indicated that the term “openly gay” suggests that someone has decided to live as a gay person without shame.

“I’m going to make a pitch for getting rid of the expression ‘openly gay’,” Scott began.

“It’s an expression that we only ever hear in the media. You are never at a party and you say this is my openly gay [friend]. You never say it,” he explained, to roars of laughter from the rest of the group.

“Why do we put ‘openly’ in front of that adjective. You don’t say you’re openly Irish, you don’t say you’re openly left-handed,” he continued.

“There’s something in it that’s a little near ‘shamelessly’. You’re open about it? I’d nearly prefer shamelessly. If you’ve got to say it to understand it, just say ‘out’ possibly, or, you know what, just don’t say it at all. Now I think it’s just time to park it.”

Scott’s fellow actors appeared to agree with him, particularly Domingo, who is gay himself.

Andrew Scott came out as gay back in 2013, and recently revealed that he was “encouraged” to keep his sexuality a secret when he first started out in the acting industry.

“I was encouraged, by people in the industry who I really admired and who had my best interests at heart, to keep that [to myself],” he told GQ in November.

“I understand why they gave that advice, but I’m also glad that I eventually ignored it.”

Scott is currently receiving critical acclaim for his performance as depressed gay writer Adam in queer film All of Us Strangers.

He stars alongside Aftersun actor Paul Mescal as Harry, a man who he has a whirlwind romance with after a chance encounter in their near-empty London apartment block.

Meanwhile, Adam journeys back to his childhood home in Kent, where he is greeted by the ghosts of his parents (Claire Foy and Jamie Bell), who died in a car crash 30 years earlier.

Adam has the chance to talk to his parents about things he never could before they died, including coming out to them.

Scott will also star in Ripley, the upcoming Netflix adaptation of The Talented Mr. Ripley thriller film.'

#Andrew Scott #All of Us Strangers #Paul Mescal #Aftersun #Colman Domingo #Rustin #Oppenheimer #Robert Downey Jr.#The Hollywood Reporter #Claire Foy #Jamie Bell #Fleabag #Netflix #Ripley

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raeflora · 9 months

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Hi again! I would really love your opinion on something, (since you said that if I ever want you to write meta on something specific I can ask)

Do you think that most D**ir shippers are Dan fans rather than Blair l fans?

I am going forward with the rewatch and I have been reading stuff here andvon other platforms and I have noticed that most D**ir focus on what Dan feels or what Dan does for Blair, ignoring Blair's emotional and mental state at the time

Furthermore they seem to want to rid Blair from all the things that make her Blair (like her ruthlessness and scheming)

Idk... For me Blair wouldn't be Blair without the good and the bad. So it makes me wonder if these people just.... Don't like Blair very much.....

hi!! this is such a good question tysm and this is gonna be long so I hope u don't mind 🫶🏻 I think generally yes d*ir fans do seem to be more fans of dan than they are of blair, and I think there are a few reasons (that I've seen) for this. some of it comes from penn badgley fans as a lot of ppl who discovered him from you on netflix have then watched gg and like dan purely bc it's him. some of it also comes from this rehash of the idea that chuck's "bad" bc of the pilot and ignoring his development, and dan's "good" bc... he's not chuck lol.

ur right in that a lot of them don't want blair to be, well, herself. as I said in my other meta post there's a lot of focus on how blair's "better" when she's with dan. she doesn't scheme, she doesn't do anything, really, except from talk about movies and artists. they think that this watered down version of blair is her true self, even though if u watch the previous 4 and a half seasons it's obvious that's just not true. they want blair to be this girl who's content to spend her days visiting museums and waiting around for dan who she's clearly not. there's nothing wrong with her that dan needs to fix, and chuck didn't corrupt her. she can be interested in art and movies and still scheme and be mean. there's no mutual exclusivity to any of her personality traits, they can all co-exist and are what make her blair. like chuck said in s2 it's stupid to want her to be anything other than what she is.

also, ur so right again in that they ignore blair's mental state. she's obviously not in a good place in s5 and probably shouldn't jump into any relationship after her divorce. but dan pushes her into it. throughout the show she belittles him, insults him, makes fun of serena dating him, and generally just doesn't like him. while they're dating she still doesn't seem that keen on him. there's talk of how she's happier and smiling all the time with dan, but she's not. she effectively throws a tantrum being seen out with him and she can't celebrate his career, she instead undermines and upstages him. her behaviour doesn't seem like someone who's found her perfect match. it seems like someone who's in a confusing transitional period of her life and clings to the nearest man, like she did with carter in s2. if dan was this great perfect man he'd say he couldn't date her right away, let her sort herself out. but no, he forces her to be more than just friends bc, where she's so isolated from everyone else, if she loses him then she loses her only support system (the fact that she becomes so reliant on dan humphrey in the wake of her miscarriage is something for another post) so she kind of has to get into a relationship with him, even though she's not ready mentally.

in terms of liking blair, I think that most d*ir fans like their own version of blair, instead of the canon version. this might be connected to them often preferring dan, and then they just project traits onto blair that aren't hers. I don't know why they don't do this to serena btw, bc her relationship with dan is significantly more important, and she was far more willing to do "ordinary" things with him than blair. ultimately I think they want d*ir, and blair individually, to be something they're not and were never going to be. d*ir isn't sethmer or paceyjoey or whoever else they compare them to. blair isn't someone they can shape into fitting their ideas like dan does, she's her own distinct character and if they don't like her then they should admit it instead of mischaracterising her

#ask #answered #gossip girl meta #anti-dair #anti dair #blair waldorf #dan humphrey #hope u like this!!#sorry if it got rambley sksfjkdk

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𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Who knew that a pentagram birthmark would be the source of Imperator's pain and biggest secret?

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Pentagram.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Past Sister Imperator x Papa Emeritus Nihil, Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV x GN!Reader.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Suggestive at the start but no actual smut, Imperator slapping Nihil, Nihil is an asshole, Copia is oblivious about who his parents really are but reader kinda figures it out, open ending because it's fun getting others to think about what could happen.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1252 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 My final Ghosttober 2022 fic! Time sure does fly, huh? Been catching up on JJBA on Netflix which is part of what gave me the idea for this fic. Also please don't ask for a part 2 because it's not gonna happen lmao I'm bad at commitment huh? I don't think I used gendered terms or anything for reader but please let me know if I've missed any! Oh, and by the way HAPPY EARLY HALLOWEEN BABES!!

Imperator first sees Nihil’s birthmark the morning after their first night together. His back is turned to her as he sleeps, the sister rubbing her eyes as she wakes up. He’s snoring loudly but she doesn’t mind. It means that he’s real and he’s there and she didn’t just imagine the wonderful night they spent together. The way he kissed her, touched her, made her see Satanas himself from how many climaxes he drew from her, none of it was a dream. The man that lies before her, Papa Emeritus Nihil, had fallen into her bed just as she’d fantasised about for so long now.

He spots the peculiar birthmark on his left shoulder and hums with a smile. This is the first time she’s ever seen a pentagram as a birthmark, but the odd sight doesn’t faze her. To Imperator, all it means is that he and his bloodline are chosen, and Nihil is the one she’s been looking for. Her instinct about him wasn’t wrong.

As her pink-tinged fingertips delicately trail over the birthmark, her new lover begins to stir. She quickly withdraws her hand and watches him turn over to face her. His mismatched eyes flutter open, and he grunts as he pulls her body up against his. He’s already half hard, much to Imperator’s delight.

“Why don’t we continue what we started last night, hm?” he asks, voice gritty with sleep.

The sister connects their lips and rolls the two of them so that he’s on his back and she’s straddling him, her tongue exploring his mouth while his hands massage circles into her hips.

***

Imperator’s palm stings as the slap echoes through the empty room.

“How could you say something so cruel?” Her tone is venomous as she glares at him.

“Someone needs to talk some sense into you. You cannot keep it,” he replies, his own voice level and betraying no emotion along with his face. He looks like he couldn’t care less about the news or her. The only thing that’s changed in his appearance is that his papal paint has been smeared by her striking him.

She clenches her fists by her sides. “You don’t get to dictate what happens with my body. You may be Papa, but I could dispose of you easily if I so wished. Or have you forgotten what happened to the mother of your other children?”

Nihil grabs Imperator by the back of her habit and starts dragging her towards his office door. “Get. Rid. I won’t be responsible for raising another man’s child just because you couldn’t keep your legs closed.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she spits as she shoves him away from her, leaving him taken aback at her strength as he tries not to fall over. “You cheat on me, go around kissing and fucking other women, and then you accuse me of being unable to keep my legs shut? You’re pathetic. You’re not worthy of the title of Papa.”

He narrows his eyes at her but doesn’t get the chance to retort. Imperator slams the door as she leaves, caressing her pregnant stomach as tears streak down her face. She doesn’t want things to end like this, but she can’t allow her love for him cloud her judgement. Her mother raised her alone, she could raise her son or daughter in the same way. She didn’t need Nihil or his help.

That didn’t make the separation hurt any less.

***

Of all the places to raise her son, the abbey was the last place Imperator would’ve chosen. She had turned up on their doorstep a month ago in labour, nowhere else to turn and nobody to help. She’s been desperate and her Dark Lord had guided her to the place she once called her home. The sisters had been surprised, but immediately brought her in and took her to the medical bay to assist her in giving birth. It was as she screamed and gave a final push that Nihil turned up, panicked and fearful. In her daze, Imperator had hoped that perhaps this was her former lover stepping up to the plate after realising that he was wrong, but the moment she awoke after giving birth he was gone again.

She hates the way the sisters throw her sympathetic looks in the corridors.

The new mother is currently bathing her baby boy in a plastic tub that one of the sisters had procured for her. As she gently moves him so she can wash his back, the little pentagram birthmark on the back of his left shoulder brings a tear to her eye. She knew from the moment the pregnancy test came back positive that her child would be Nihil’s but having that little symbol of confirmation meant more to her than anything else. He cared little for the boy, believing wholeheartedly that there’s no way they could be related, but that’s okay. She and Lucifer know and that’s all that matters.

***

You’re massaging Copia’s shoulders after a long, stressful day of being Papa. He melts into your touch, your fingers divine against his skin and sore muscles. You pepper kisses across the expanse of his shoulders when you’re done, wrapping your arms around his torso as you kneel behind him. Your teeth graze against his birthmark and he shudders.

“Tesoro, you tease me,” he moaned, making you smile.

“You know how much I adore your birthmark. Perfect for such a devoted Papa,” you reply. He kisses you when he turns his head to look at you, cupping the back of your head and moving so that you’re laying down and he’s hovering over you.

“Sister says the same,” he says, referring to Imperator.

You frown at him. “Are you saying she’s seen you… naked?”

He laughs, a sound that sends warmth through your chest. “Not in the way you mean it. She raised me from the moment I was born. My mother died during childbirth, she tells me.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to –”

“No, no!” He rests on his side beside you and pulls you into his embrace, caressing your face as his mismatched eyes meet yours. “You didn’t know. I don’t talk about it a lot. There is never a good time to tell someone that you don’t know who either of your parents are.”

Your fingers comb through the hairs on his chest. “Maybe one day we’ll be able to find your parents. Do you know anything about them?”

Copia shakes his head. “Ah, I do not. I used to think when I was a boy that perhaps Papa Nihil was my father, but Sister has since told me otherwise.”

“What? Why did you think that?”

He shrugs, a wistful look on his face. “Well, Terzo also had the same birthmark. I think his brothers did too. I asked Sister about it, but she said it’s a birthmark that a lot of families who have sworn themselves to our Dark Lord have. Perhaps my father is from another abbey. Maybe he is a papa in another abbey.”

When Copia has finally fallen asleep a while later, the first time he’s fallen into a deep sleep in what feels like weeks, you slip out of bed and dress yourself in the clothes he’d peeled off your body earlier and quietly leave his room to find Sister Imperator’s chambers.

Your Papa may not have connected the dots, but you know it can’t be long until it finally clicks.

#ghosttober #ghosttober 2022 #sister imperator #papa emeritus nihil #sister imperator x papa nihil #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x gn!reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv x gn!reader #the band ghost #fanfic #my fanfic #mine #tw: domestic abuse #tw: abuse

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Ooooooh gosh. Watching Enola Holmes now. I'm only on the first hour, ugh. Right after THIS SCENE. It was so cringy and laughable I can't. This scene is a pure mindless power fantasy. I'm trying to tell myself that it's just a movie for teenage girls, I shouldn't be nitpicky, the tone of the movie is not serious... but I'm reading the Youtube comments under this video praising the scene and I want to talk about it. I'm a girl, I've been doing martial arts (mixed aikido) for three years and let me tell you this scene was bad. You know... I hoped this movie would be about outwitting your opponents, using your brains as your biggest strengths as a girl in a Victorian era. But whom I was kidding, we have a Netflix girl power movie, so let's get rid of any common sense.

First of all, that man was clearly not trying to kill Enola with those gently tossing and barely punching the air around her he did. One of the first things my sensei and his sensei told me is that no matter are you a man or a woman you have not many chances against a person who really, really wants to kill you. Not just frighten and rob you, kill you. Even very well-trained people now that. And they want to tell us, that a 16 year old girl having just lightly sparring with her suffragette terrorist mom in the garden could stand against an adult hitman? For how long Hollywood and Netflix will tell teenage girls and young women this type of lie? Oh boy. Let's take a look at the Enola's fight. This stunt on 1:30 might look impressive, but it's a garbage. It reminds me of throw from aikido for competions, which is not for real street fights, it's for show, so it makes a good base for stunts.

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Yes, the uke (attacker) clearly knows when and how to jump to minimize the pain when the force is applied to his wrist and elbow joints, but the thing is the seme (defending) applies the force to unbalance the opponent and then throw him (my English is horrendous now, I know). Seme also never gets on his opponent's line of fall, he needs to stay in the control of situation (at least in aikido). But I keep rewatching that moment in the movie and I can't fucking see the moment where Enola would succesfully unbalance her opponent to do this throw. She kicked him with an elbow in his lower ribs, which is not a bad move, but not enough to desorient him with pain or to get him to bend over, it was not a solar plexis. And then SHE FUCKINGS JUMPS. She does a fucking flip with her 40 kilo ass to not only fakely throw him off balance, but to make him jump up and then land neatly past her, not on her, because she literally dives under his falling body with that move. Props to the actor to fall so carefully and not hurting Millie. Ugh.

Second, a man can crush woman's airpipe and skull with his bare hands, and usually easily outrun her. Men generally are stronger and faster. It's just a man design, they are built differently. That's why female and male sport competions are separated. Buuuuuut "Enola Holmes"'s executeves want to tell us, that a half-drowned girl in a dress and a corset was SO fast, that an adult fit man without a dress and a corset had to JUMP to hook her leg with a cane and stop her. Alright, she dodges his next strikes, though honestly I hardly find it believable, but then he takes her and throws against the wall. In such situation an air quickly leaves your lungs and you 're not likely to recover quickly, you also might have a concussion. Besides the drowning that's another point where our heroine could be done. By the way, the drowning was a bit more convincing, but then they pulled that eye-rolling gotcha moment with tricking and winking. It still was possible not because the heroine is smart, but because the attacker was stupid and indecisive. And he keeps being like that. As soon as she was on a ground everything could be finished very fast like in these brutal first seconds from Lucy's video:

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He could kick her in the stomach, in the face, crack her skull with his boot, break her ribs, broken ribs would pop her lungs, there'd be internal bleeding, noone is here to save her - it would be over. And since he also has a knife, oh geeeeeee. Why. Why the killer must be so confused about finding out she wears a corset, when HE IS IN THE RIGHT REACH TO PULL OUT THE KNIFE FROM THE CORSET AND SLIT HER FUCKING THROAT. The adrenaline must be pumping, even a semi-realistic burglar would not wait for Enola to unbotten her dress to show him a corset, for fuck sake. Ah, yeah, if he would be still stupid enough to not slit her throat right away he would say "Thanks for letting me know!" and stabbed her holding the blade vertically, not across.

This scene is not only child-friendly, it is very girl-friendly. Very clean (with a tiny bit of dirt to add some grittiness), very careful so main heroine wouldn't get any hits in the face as the face must stay pretty, very naive as if her fight mistakes, which were praised for making the fight more realistic and the character not Mary Sue, would not be deadly to her and also if the killer was not hardly dumbed and slowed down, oooh, with a little bit of pain on the actress face so you could worry for her and all this jazz. And gooooooooooooooooooosh how cocky Enola is here it's infuriating. At the end of this scene she was not outsmarting her attacker, it was a very dumb luck that he threw her in the barn with explosives. Honestly, to make this scene both more realistic and smart they should have create a thriller Alien-like scene where the protagonist must use her wit and knowledge (which are so often mentioned in this movie) to actually outsmart the hitman. What about her knowledge in chemistry? Or for Netflix writers it is only "Ha-ha, nerds do boom-boom with chemicals!"? Fine, do something more with explosives. Do something with her knowledge in physics. Do something other than using brute force! Because you clearly can't do it too!

Ugh, I'm tired and frustrated now. And I can't imagine why would they call her Sherlock's sister aside from marketing reasons. Marketing worked, I'm watching it. I hoped to look at Henry Cavill's Sherlock having Henry's charm and beauty and Holmes's intelligance, but this is not a Sherlock but a random quite dense dude from any other story and there's a microscopic amount of Henry's performance. And nothing of it is smart. A character's intellectual ability is directly related to the intelligence of the writer. And I can firmly say this whole mess is a popcorn pew-pew show in Victorian costumes, and not anyhow a Sherlock Holmes story.

Let's move on.

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