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kaulitzsposts · 6 months

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il take care of you-bill kaulitz

contents-smut, oral, p n v

synopsis-you get back from a hard day but your boyfriend seems to know how to take care of you.

etc-uhm this is my first smut so give me ideas please love you all pookies

I slammed the door shut going into the house before putting my head on the table top with my head in my hands.

“what’s wrong princess” bill said wrapping his arms around my waist from behind.

“this job i swear to fuck i hate it, it’s far to much and i’m hardly ever home to see you it’s just” i sigh “too much for me” resting my head on bills shoulder he played with my hair.

“then why do you do it meine leibe you do realise no matter what when i’m here il look after you always, iv got money if it was up to me u wouldn’t be working a single day of your life” he smirked kissing the side of my neck.

“maybe, but i couldn’t you work hard for where u are now i’m not someone who would rely on you for that bill” i looked up at him his eyes were pierced into mine he backed me up a bit into the corner of the table putting my hair behind my ear.

“just think about it baby but for now let me take care of u” he started too unfasten my dress straps letting it fall down my sides “god i’ve missed you” he said eagerly as he smashed his lips into mine “missed you too” i said in between kisses. he pulled back before picking me up wrapping my legs around his waist practically breaking the bedroom door down and placing me on the bed.

“my beautiful girl” he cooed before pulling me on top of him passionately making out.

i could already feel his bulged jeans rubbing against my thigh without hesitation i reached down grabbing hold of his belt and tugging on it so he got the hint i wanted them off him he smirked before ripping them off and throwing them aside on the floor.

he took a hold of my waist making me sit on top of him so he was straddled to the bed i could feel him rubbing through my panties making me let out slight whimpers through out kisses until he grabbed hold of me again pulling me up towards his face placing me just above his mouth.

“oh god f..fuck” i moaned out his tongue piercing edged against my core making my body shiver and legs shake “taste to good want you to cum in my mouth wanna hear ur pretty little moans” him dirty talking almost pushed me over the edge enough as it is i put my hands on the head board and grinded against his soft tongue.

i moved my hands down to pull his hair through my fingers “feels so good bill” i felt the knot in my stomach begin to unloosen as i gasped before cumming all over his pretty face.

“mm such a good girl for me think u can go again tho” he smirked pulling me down and pushing me up against the bed without giving me a chance to even bat an eye he shoved his tip into me slowly making a moan escape my lips “so fucking tight” he groaned before pushing his full member inside making me dig my nails into his back leaving my mark.

“h..harder bill” i managed to get out still whimpering, “as you please” he said breathing heavy before slamming into me harder making me near enough scream his name out i arched my head back closing my eyes feeling the same thing in my stomach “gonna cum b..bill fuck”.

“cum for me come on…so close baby your doing so well” his words pushed me over the edge as i tightened around him he twitched inside of me before we both rode out our climaxes, “fuck” he moaned before pulling out and putting his head on the crook of your neck.

“your so beautiful y/n i want you to stay with me all day every day how does that sound hm?” he circled his fingers on my stomach placing a kiss on my cheek.

“sounds amazing” i smiled pulling him into my embrace.

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please give opinions and suggestions for next time it would be very much helpful love you all🫶🏻

#bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz pls fuck me #billkaulitzishot #billkaulitz #tokiohotel #smut #bill kaulitz smut

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years

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oh i think this heartbreaking request where Steve rogers leaves the future to the past with peggy, leaving his girlfriend, reader behind and he came back to regret and sees his ex girlfriend, not wanting to forgive him and dating a lawyer, andy barber

hello! I hope you enjoy it.

summary - steve leaves you for peggy, and in the end, you find your happy ending

warning - angst

the gif I use isn't mine, dividers by @firefly-graphics and @newlips

Her smile faded…

Ever since her boyfriend went back into the past to bring back everyone, he came back different– distant…

At first, she thought that maybe, just maybe, he was tired– tired from all of the fighting, the loss, the grief, the guilt. Just maybe.

But oh, how wrong she was…

She wished it was him just being tired, she prayed. But someone of the higher power must’ve hated her.

Because as she watched her boyfriend, the one she thought loved her, the one she thought she was going to marry one day, have the white picket fence, the apple pie life, have kids and then grandkids and hopefully be alive to see great grandkids– prepare to bring back the stones, her smile faded. Her world slowly turned grey, everything went silent, the trees that once swayed– stilled. The birds that chirped a song– started singing a sadder tune.

She didn’t notice when he disappeared. She didn’t notice that the other three men standing around were staring at her, worried when he never returned after the five seconds.

She never noticed the old man sitting by the lake, the very one that stared at her, wanting to talk. To explain, to try and excuse his actions.

His brows furrowed as her name left his lips but to her. She was underwater. Y/n couldn’t hear, couldn’t see. Everything was just still and silent. Inside, she was drowning and didn’t think she could survive this time.

The friend, the blue-eyed man, left behind, tried to grab her attention, but he could see that she was gone, lost forever. The depths of water inside her drifted her further away from reality. Until…

Finally, she could breathe, her eyes slowly blinking, coming into focus as everything rushes back. The colours, the sounds, and the heartbreak she must endure because one man was too selfish to consider her feelings.

A mix of brown and blue eyes stared at her, hands on her as they tried to get her back. Breathing a sigh of relief as she returned, the old man spoke. But instead of breaking, screaming, crying or becoming angry. Y/n simply looked at him blankly.

Before she left, ignoring the calls of her name. The man she once thought she held a future with tried getting to her, but his frail bones couldn’t keep up with her youthful ones.

Everything was numb. Y/n doesn’t remember getting home– the home she once shared with him.

The minute that door slammed closed, she broke.

First, the tears fell.

Then the sobs, oh those heartbreaking sobs.

Next, she started screaming, gripping her chest and throat as she felt pain. Oh, that pain, her throat closing in, her heart squeezing inside her chest. It felt like someone or something was standing on her, crushing her.

After a while of her lying on that floor, heartbroken and alone.

The anger hit. Y/n spied an item of his and slowly, painfully slow. She stood, stalking toward the object that he carefully picked out.

A cute little gnome that he found on a date of theirs, they both decided to visit second-hand stores after grabbing a coffee and a bite to eat.

That stupid gnome, the stupid eyes were staring back at her, mocking her, laughing at her pathetic face.

Oh, that anger. The rage that was held inside of her was deadly.

And then… hell broke loose. Her screams could be heard, and no longer screams full of pain. No, these screams were broken, full of anger, hatred, vengeance, regret, every emotion you could think of.

Everything they picked out together or he picked himself was smashed, thrown, ripped, stabbed, broken. Every broken piece in the home, once full of so much love, now represented that love.

Broken, dead.

She rushed to the bedroom, stuffing her items into a bag before running out the door, needing to get far away from this horrible reminder. Heading to her car, she hops in. She doesn’t know where she’s going. She just wants to be able to breathe again.

She ended up in Newton, Massachusetts.

She hoped this place would become a new home with no bad memories.

A year has passed since Steve returned to a woman who had already moved on.

She sat in a coffee shop that she found after a week of moving here. Drinking one of her favourite drinks, ever since that day, she felt empty.

Numb.

She doesn’t notice the handsome man in the suit looking at her. She doesn’t even see that he moves closer until he’s next to her table.

He introduces himself, asking if he can sit.

She learns his name is Andy Barber and that he’s a lawyer. She learns that he’s divorced and that he’s broken too.

She doesn’t know what it is, but she feels drawn to him. Near him, she feels warm.

Her eyes trace his face, noticing how he smiles at her, how his eyes seem to sparkle, and the freckles that make a home on his face.

He notices how broken she seems, her eyes empty, her beauty is still there, but she exists as though she’s a ghost. His heart breaks when she tells him that her boyfriend left her for another without even a goodbye.

They talk for what seems like hours, getting each other’s numbers before they both part ways.

For weeks they caught up, those weeks turned into months, and then a year went by. That was when Andy asked her out. She was hesitant. Of course, she was. But Y/n agreed, hoping and praying that this one wouldn’t break her.

They started slow, going on dates, then he asked her to be his. She said yes because she finally felt warm. She felt like she could breathe, finally breaking through to the surface. She was no longer drowning.

She was happy, her whole being glowed, her smile no longer faked. Her eyes full of life again.

That was until he returned to the picture, the day she and Andy were heading out to their date. They were stopped, there he stood. At the end of the driveway, all young and full of deep regret.

The man that broke her. Steve Rogers.

There he stood, holding what once were her favourite flowers.

The once hopeful eyes turned to jealously as he laid eyes on the man behind her, his eyes hard, jaw clenched as jealously punched him in the face.

She stands shocked, unforgiving. She was finally glued back together with the help of the man currently holding her hand.

He goes to speak, but she holds a hand up. She glared at the man, who shattered her soul. Her eyes were full of hatred for a man who chose a woman he barely knew over their relationship.

Her head shakes, and no words are spoken as she holds her head high before walking toward her’s and Andy’s car. She wanted to be with him, just him.

The man who now holds her heart, the man who wakes early in the morning to make sure her favourite coffee is waiting for her, the man who cooks her breakfast while smothering her face with kisses. This man makes sure she’s okay, the man who fills up the pantry with her favourite food, reassures her every second of every day that he loves her and only her.

That man who stands there as the woman he loves walks to their car, staring down the once great Captain America, ready to fight the super soldier if it came down to it.

Andy hears his name, breaking eye contact with a man he never wants to become, to face the love of his life. She beckons him over, and he can see that she needs to escape. He can also see the love she holds for him in her eyes. Andy looks back at the other man that still stands.

Watching him sadly look down at the flowers he holds, Andy feels nothing for him as he is the one to let go of someone so incredible. He then walks to where she is. Getting into the car and placing a kiss on her lips, whispering sweet nothings against them, reassuring her that he wasn’t and would never be Steve.

As they pull out, she rolls her window down. Staring at Steve, who holds regret and sadness in his eyes, the petals on the flowers slowly fall to the ground as though they know their story is no more.

“Goodbye, Steve,” Y/n whispers as they drive off.

thank you for reading!

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coleaep · 2 years

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HAMMOCK

Warnings:

Smuty, smut, smut, dirty talk, daddy kink, choking kink, sorta public, unedited.

I lay on JJ’s chest, listening to the waves on the beach out in the distance and the soothing sound that has always been my favourite. I followed his heart beat with my mind as my eyes got heavier and heavier from the relaxation.

JJ and I had been friends since 2nd grade. But since about 7th grade we had become a really clingy and flirtatious friendship. After realising we definitely both had feeling for each other, we starting dating since last year. The best part is my parents are on a business trip for about 5 years and I’m supposed to be staying at my grandparents house but they barley care where I am so Im basically living with JJ, John b and Sarah at the chateau.

As strange as it was I absolutely loved the smell of weed. It always reminded me of JJ and I obviously had huge feelings for him.

JJ had his arm wrapped around my waist, rubbing my stomach whilst his other was working his blunt. Every once in a while he would place soft reassuring kisses to my forehead, constantly telling me he loves me and it doesn’t take long for me to drift off to a heavy sleep.

—————1 HOUR TIME SKIP—————

I woke up so wet my cunt was numb. “Why the hell did I have a wet dream” I thought, groaning to myself. I looked up to see his beautiful blonde hair blowing from the calm wind brushing by. He looks back down at me and smirks. “Hey Teddy? Ya had a good dream huh?” I nodded, a pathetic pout spread across my face, realising he was referring to my uncomfortable wetness.

“Want some help baby?” “Please j” I whimpered unnecessarily, but JJ wouldn’t of minded as he loves my noises. He comes on top of me ridding him of his clothes.

I gasped. Seeing this boys body always turned me on. He helped me slide off my cotton blue shorts and one of his white shirts that were really big on my small figure. I had happily stole it this morning, without a bra and JJ was an absolute suck up because of it.

My breathe hitched, feeling his hard shaft bobble against my sensitive clit. “You like that don’t you teddy, baby? Like my cock hitting that glistening wet pussy?”. His words mad me a whimpering storm, clenching around nothing. I looked up at him, lips parted as any noises I made were always music to his ears.

And without warning he shoves inside me and I scream in pleasure, making JJ let out big groans. “Oh god, I love this fucking pussy. You take me so good cupcake”. I can tell he’s getting close not long after as his hand reaches up to grip my throat tightly. He slaps my sore cunt. “God daddy fuck!” “God cupcake your so tight baby girl”.

His cock smashes into my g-spot constantly, my voice cracking from all my screams. “Ohh shit, please, please don’t stop, I’m so close, harder!” “What to you say princess?” JJ groans, his movements very slightly slowing. “Please daddy, please harder, faster!”.

My pleas and screams were enough to make his hips snap forward. Two thrust and I was done. I came all around his shaft. I look down, still breathless to see my mix slipping down his tight balls.

“Cum for me daddy. Cum in my pussy baby. Soak it J”. His thrusts become sloppy and I keep up my whimpers, his pelvis non-stop hitting my pulsing clit. “Fuck!” He screams, shooting hot, long ropes of thick cum into my womb.

He then collapses on my naked body, his head snakes up in my neck and I brush my numb fingers all around his hot back and his cock stills inside of me.

“You ok? I didn’t go to hard di-” “j I’m fine. Can you just please stay In for a bit” “of course baby” “also j?” “Yeah teddy?” “You do know there’s going to be a mark on my neck tomorrow?” He pauses acknowledging that I was talking about him chocking me. “Well, I guess your staying home, in bed with me all day then” I giggle and he leans up and begins to tickle me and I burst out in laughter. I was different to other people. I loved being tickled by JJ. It always him showing his affection.

After he gave up he went back to laying on my chest. I pull up the cold blanket in the end of the hammock to cover our bare bodies.

I played with his blonde locks that looked beautiful from the golden sky and it didn’t take long for my baby boy to go to sleep, me following after.

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj mayback imagine #jjmaybanksmut #obx pov #obx #Outerbanks smut #obx smut #jj x routledge!reader #jj mayback x reader #jj fanfiction

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lake-archive · 5 months

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Track 2

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Series: Rap God O

Characters: Rosho Tsutsujimori, Original Character (mentioned)

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Handling a class is not an easy task, especially when things are going on at the moment. Each time class is in session the whispering did not stop and there was at least one pair discussing the matters. Eventually one had to speak up and that was exactly what Rosho had decided to do, though there would be not necessary as class had been suddenly interrupted without any type of warning, the moment one of the students had decided to lift themself of their chair and ask: “Teach, ya gonna go face O!?”

It had come out of literal nowhere and had caught him right off guard. He was at a loss, not being exactly sure what that meant. O? What O!?

“Yes yes! If someone can show O his place, it’s gotta be Sensei and the crew he’s in!”

“Yeah! That guy’s gonna get it before he sees it comin’! O’s gonna be smashed into pieces!”

“But he already defeated half the crews in the area…”

“No way!? By himself?”

“Yeah, all by himself. No one’s got the guts to face him at that point.”

“Guh… Teach, you gotta show him then! Any plans!?”

“What if he–”

“P… Ple… Please q… quiet down!” Rocho interrupted the conversation fairly quickly, loud yet slightly stuttered all the same. He felt the pressure building up at that moment yet couldn’t let it get to him. The thought of it, facing a champion like this in front of a crowd, being expected to rap them into the gro— Wait that was not the point right now! What are those kids even talking about all of a sudden!? The last class was talking about it non stop as well! “B… Besides… Who is this… O?”

“Oh, you haven’t heard Teach?” One of the students asked, a little bit shocked for a shot moment. “I thought you’d know for sure! He’s almost everywhere after all!”

“A… Almost everywhere!?” What is that supposed to mean!?

“Yeah. A man in a long, black coat, always lurking on the streets with his green eyes and walking around. Then again, he disappears before anyone knows. Wonder where he always goes.”

A guy who wanders the streets yet disappears before knowing it? That may as well be straight out of a movie, wasn’t it? Or one of those absurd urban legends one could easily poke fun at. Oh he knows someone who could do so without issue to be honest… Actually, if the students know… Does Sasara know? He couldn’t ask now, obviously. Not to mention the description sounded a little suspicious, to say the least. That guy being bad news was not very unlikely to be honest… No, if it was true what they say he definitely is bad news… This O guy…

“R… Re… Really… Now?” Rosho brought up, a little weakly as he had still been in disbelief about this. Best would be to avoid this guy. But then again– Actually, as long as he had no business with him or Dotsuitare Hompo as a whole. It would just be annoying to deal with to be honest. That was the only thing on his mind. Well, he had not been approached so it should be fine… Should.

“Yeah, for real! Bet it’d be nothing for you though!”

Nothing? These kids… Someone like this shouldn’t be taken lightly. But alas, as much fun as it was to see them this invested in the local problems, there was something else…

“S… Save that con… versation for l… la… ter. We still have… A lot to cover.”

It was met with slight groan but agreement shortly after, There was not much else to say or perhaps talk about, let alone point out… But the thought of O was hard to leave the mind once it had entered right then and there.

O sounds like a big deal, even Rosho would agree with that. But getting involved in this… Too little time. It sounded more trouble than it was worth. Besides, even when walking home Rosho could not see or notice anything off… Maybe his students had been exaggerating today. Maybe this ‘O’ guy was not that big of a deal, at least not as much as one would think. Yeah, it could have been just that. And yet, he had some gut feeling that this would not leave him alone for the time being, even if only today. At the time he didn't know that it would have come up just at the right time… Because he was not the only one who had heard of this mysterious guy. But of course it would not just stay at learning about him… Not even close. But what else was new?

This was just the start of an eventful afternoon…

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#Nimue's Lake #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #hypnosis mic #hypmic #rosho tsutsujimori #tsutsujimori rosho #hypmic rosho #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic oc

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im-not-corrupted · 1 year

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FEM DREAMLING!!!!!!! AHHH!!!

also very intrigued by 'missing person' if I'm allowed two

Fem Dreamling:

Really, Hob…didn’t know what to expect would happen, afterwards.

The first steps were easy. Breaking into Fawney Rig, smashing the glass and ruining the binding circle that apparently kept her friend bound—easy. Simple. As soon as that strange woman outside The White Horse gave her the name Roderick Burgess, as soon as she figured out why her oldest friend wasn’t there on the designated date, there was no other way this could’ve gone. Especially not after Hob saw the binding circle and the cage, not after the surge of unfamiliar rage that managed to inspire in her.

Still. She never prepared for what might happen afterwards. Really, she didn’t let herself hope there would be an after; her nameless Stranger, her only constant, was known for coming in and out of Hob’s life easily. And Hob didn’t mind, really, even if she’d preferred her friend stay a little longer during many of their meetings. Even if, at the sight of her Stranger curled up in that cage, Hob had the rather sudden urge to take care of her. That urge, she knew, wouldn’t be welcomed, so she curbed it. Stomped it down as best she could and stuffed it inside a box in her mind, where it would remain to gather dust.

Naturally, this meant she was entirely unprepared for the way her Stranger decided to let Hob take her home. It also meant she was entirely unprepared for the way her Stranger took this as invitation hang around her apartment, sat on the couch as sullenly as one could with her back straight and stiff.

Initially, this was a rescue fic inspired from somebody in the Dreamling Discord.

It then got away from me, and now it’s a oneshot including a: a Fawney Rig rescue, because I adore that trope, b: Hob being a BAMF, perhaps getting a little bloody, with c: Dream being very much into the fact that Hob came to her defence.

Missing person (now with the working title forgiveness not so hard):

Beside him, Death hummed softly. Her hand threaded through his hair, catching on a tangle. She worked at it gently, and he allowed himself to relax. To…to let himself revel in that simple contact, warm and gentle and soft. “Do you?” she asked softly.

He blinked against the sudden stinging in his eyes. He did. “Yes,” he whispered once more. Silence grew between them for a beat, the only audible sound their quiet breaths and the thumping of his own heart. “He…He makes me quiet.”

He did not need to explain what he meant by that. She already knew. She already knew his head was a terribly loud place, full of too much noise he could hardly think most times. She sighed softly, hand stilling in his hair. “Oh, brother. You’re in love with him, aren’t you?”

This one’s my current fixation, so I can talk a little more about this one!!

This one’s a multi-chaptered human au in which Hob and Dream were childhood friends, until Hob confessed his love for Dream and Dream naturally walked out. He’s not very smart like that.

Thirteen years later, Dream returns to Hob seeking warmth and comfort. Somehow, he ends up falling in love, learns the meaning of forgiveness, and gradually begins to heal from three years spent imprisoned in Fawney Rig.

(Naturally, my original idea got away from me, and it’s longer than I intended.)

(WIP tag game here)

#the sandman #dreamling #wip tag game #my fic #thanks for the ask!!#missing person is going to be amazing when it’s done. genuinely so excited for this one. can’t wait to finally post it!!

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sirdust · 11 months

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alright friends and followers who haven't yet smashed that unsubscribe button. since the new episode jingled the bells on its jester cap in such a way that i sat pleased upon my guilded throne, i am going to offer up some proper thoughts/analysis for the first time in Like A Year. as a treat, for all of us.

i haven't been posting about new episodes for a few reasons, the main three of which are:

A) on the basis of her much-documented shady (and sometimes queerphobic) character and poor leadership over the past few years, i no longer support vivziepop. (don't argue with me in the replies about this.)

B) i don't support the type of crit culture that has made a home for itself on this website. i think it's toxic, trite, and full of bad faith actors who don't know when to log off.

C) i prefer to spend my time focusing on the things i enjoy. the hellaverse served that purpose for me for a few years, and i wanted to move on when that was no longer the case.

all that being said, i feel much more positively about the latest episode. some of these positive qualities are still unfortunately marred by the overall dip in writing quality and number of contrivances that have become endemic to the second season, but my special interests have only rarely gone away for good. helluva's faded as an interest, but i still enjoy talking about it privately, and i figure i might as well use this blog once in a while, since it's still up.

the main issue that has plagued s2 up until this point is that nothing has felt necessary or consequential. without going into great individual detail, the previous three episodes have failed to build upon what's been previously established, and have instead continued adding new elements, or delivering poignant scenes with a total lack of proper setup. the circus was unnecessary and, in fact, hurt the show and its characters by establishing that their values and goals are the same now as they were at a very young age (with the exception of fizz). seeing stars was badly paced (even for this show) and inconsistent with what had come before in terms of character writing and development. exes and oohs was a worldbuilding nightmare that exploited images and scenes of physical abuse for cheap, unearned drama, along with adding yet another recurring villain to the show's underutilized rogue's gallery. none of these episodes were even centered around the show's premise, but instead of deviating from the story engine to meaningfully develop the story or raise the stakes, the storylines have all felt tangential, and this has lent them a fanfiction-esque quality.

western energy gives me a glimmer of hope that things could get back on track, because even though it also deviates from the central premise of the show, it demonstrates a return to the show's original b-plot of goetia family drama. although it introduces new elements to the storyline, it does so in a way that pays off what came before and raises the stakes. in the harvest moon festival, striker said he would finish the job on stolas the next time he saw him, and if it hadn't been for the phone call from stella, striker would have successfully killed stolas. we see stolas use abilities that have been previously established such as his demon form and paralyzing gaze to try and fight back rather than being forgotten about for the sake of plot convenience. this makes the episode feel like a proper continuation of s1 and a meaningful moment of forward motion for the story, rather than an episode based only on an idea the writers had and thought would be cool.

striker is a particularly good example of what this episode does right, because even if his escape at the end feels cheap (and was possibly changed later in the process after the role was recast), the episode uses the tools at its disposal to develop striker's character and add a new level of mystery and intrigue that is directly tied to the show's central theme of class tension. class tension was OOZING from every episode of s1. it has been almost completely ignored in s2. the return to the development of characters around this central theme is fundamentally necessary in order to maintain a sense of identity for the show, because even if there isn't a serialized plot, there needs to be something for the show to be ABOUT. even though the b-plot with loona felt like a complete contrivance, its inclusion at least supports this theme by demonstrating how difficult it is for lower-class demons to access the resources that they need to survive. it also allows for the ending sequence to take place in the way it does, and that sequence, as a moment, was actually very effective.

i've been typing for a while and am starting to get sick of it, so i'll wrap it up.

essentially, i have more hope for the show's writing now than i've had in nearly a year, but it needs to continue following through on the basics of storytelling (such as setup and payoff) in order to meaningfully recover. i still worry that the show is only capable of compelling moments over a coherent full picture, but this episode does seem to indicate that the show hasn't lost its way entirely. while this blog won't return to its former level of activity, i'll be keeping an eye on things, and if i have more thoughts in the future, i'll offer them up here.

now take this small cowboy with you for good luck on your travels, and enjoy his radiating miasma of not-yet-wasted potential.

#spoilers //

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ben-the-hyena · 1 year

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Also you may be wondering what dreams I had involving Lord MacIntosh I mentionned in tags 3 posts ago. I reassure you, surprisingly no porn

The first felt very realistic and was just me finding a whole blog about him that was trying to keep itself alive like @blazingdragonsrevolution is and I contacted the blog which I had apparently way back in 2012 and we met again asking how we felt, how I felt more invested in the fandom and asking if it was too late, them amused etc felt really realistic. There were more Brave fanart in general on Tumblr in that dream, I was sad it was fake

The second, from last night, was super cute ?! So cute I want to make it my headcanon (or rather of the bits I remember) ! It was playing like a short, same CGI quality as the movie and all. Lord MacIntosh and Young MacIntosh hunting down a boar on their home land which was covered in forest. Sneaky and silent through bushes, son and father cooperating... until for some reason Young MacIntosh tugs on his bow string a very weird way which has his dad lose his focus and ask him why the fuck he does that. Son goes proudly how he's trying a new style, and what matters is hitting the target anyway. Dad gets mad, you don't decide to shoot arrows a new youngster way out of nowhere especially on a hunt, you stick with tradition. So son gets cocky and has him remember Merida had them stop to go only after tradition. And dad retorts smugly that even she holds her bow the traditional way

They argue more loudly which alerts the boar who runs away, dad and son go ":0" and comically hunt after it all while giving each other counter indications and still arguing "NOW IF YOU HAD LET MET SHOOT" "YOU HAD TO NOT SHOOT NORMALLY" hitting themselves against branches and tripping, until they finally get back to their senses and cooperate again to kill the boar once and for all. Dad and son are reconciled and conniving again, they no longer talk about that bow thing (I felt like he would shoot normally again, and just not admit he ended up agreeing it was weird) and dad is proud of his progresses as a hunter and recalls how he was at his age

You think this is cute ? Just you wait. In the dream I did not see or remember Lady MacIntosh, she is just mentionned and alive, BUT I remember that they had 7 children in total, one son (Young MacIntosh) and 6 daughters. One is nearly as old as her brother, either one year younger or older (she looked like a black haired Merida out of dream logic), and kind of unphased and snarky especially towards her brother, and the others are 5 little girls of various ages going from 4 to 10

The cute thing is the dream had a running gag. WHENEVER Lord MacIntosh comes home, such as here when returning with the dead boar and chatting and chuckling with his son, the 5 little girls fucking JUMP on him happy to see their dad and somehow he keeps forgetting. He opens the door, "DADDY" and he gets smashed against the floor in a loud "OOF" as a lot of fuzzy black and brown hairs pin him fown and hug, Young MacIntosh just stepped back in time and elder sister goes "sup" through the doorstep (the MacIntosh home looked like a single medieval tower lost in the forest, dream logic btw). Lord MacIntosh sits back up dizzily patting some heads agreeing he should see that coming by now, and it opens up with a montage of ALL the times it happened

Him coming home after hunting, him coming home after a stroll, them seeing him after he had come home after having slept outside (he was having breakfast at the time. He gets POUNCED AWAY FROM THE TABLE his spoon stays midair). Him and his wife coming home after a date ("MUM IS RIGHT THERE" "leave me out of this") Him coming home after the movie's events (this time he sees them come, excitedly opens his arms, but they still violently crush him with their love so hard they all fall back some meters behind)

They are daddy's girls who get heavier as they age but still pounce on him like puppies and the poor man will lose some bones if it goes on but he says nothing

This is so fucking adorable I should draw it

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Siblings stick together

Pairing: jj x little sister y/n

Warnings : abuse, swearing, periods, bad grammar and punctuation

Yn pov

I was just in my room then I heard a door slam and my dad came in he was screaming my name so I did what jj told me to do and went in to the closet I then called jj he answered and said “what’s up yn” I replied saying “d d dads drunk a a again jj p please come home” then I hung up cause my dad was in the room he looked around and then opened the closet door and found me he grabbed me and said “ why didn’t you clean up the fucking house you useless bitch” I started to explain but then he grabbed my face and started punching it really hard and smashed my head against the wall just as he was about to do it again jj got there he somehow got our dad off me then he carried me to the bike he put a helmet on me and then we went to the château when we got there kid pope and John b were there I tried to hide from look away and hide my face then jj and I walked into the château and I started balling my eyes out jj kept saying that I was safe but I could not stop crying then john b came in and asked jj why I was crying (he didn’t ask me cause I have almost never talked to them ) I don’t really know what jj said because I couldn’t hear all I could hear was my own crying then john b left and jj laid me down on the couch so I could sleep he was about to leave but I asked if I could go out side with him he asked me if I was sure I said I am sure so we walked out side and sat on the dock I was resting against jj while Jae was talking with the pouges kie then asked why I had so many cuts on my lip jj avoided that question and kept talking about other things but then kie me John b seemed concerned as to why me and jj always have bruises and cuts I was getting dark so jj brought me inside to go to sleep I slept on the couch but I was hard to stay asleep I kept hearing noises and kept thinking of dad I then ran outside to jj he looked at me and asked what’s wrong I replied saying “I c c can’t sleep j jj I a am having n n nightmares” he looked at me with and empathetic look and said I could be outside with him and the pouges I sat beside him and kie kie looked over at me and whispered “ yn i think you got your period” I looked at her confused then asked jj “ jj w Whats a p period” he said “ yn i don’t really know it’s something kie talks about sometimes mabye ask her after he said that I just ignored the period thing then kie pulled jj aside and said “how does she not know what a period is she’s 12 she should know.” Jj said “ I don’t even know what the hell a period is” then kie went up to me and asked me to come inside with her I the looked at jj with a look asking him to come with he the came over and us three walked over to the château when we where inside kie said that I needed to go to the bathroom and grab a thing from under the sink it is in a package that says maxi pads so I went in and grabbed them she said that I had to put this in my underwear to stop my clothes from getting stained so I went and did that . Then kiara said I need to get a change of clothes I looked at jj and then he told kie. That I don’t have a change of clothes here she then suggested that I borrow hers so I agreed and tried a pair of her shorts on but they were to big and fell right off so I couldn’t use kies clothes but I used one of he shirts then I said “ t t thanks k kie” she said “ no problem yn” jj looked at kie stunned that I actually spoke to someone other than him so instead of kies shorts she gave a her only one piece swim suit and it was big but fit so we all went out side and I sat in between jj and kie again then just phone went off I was our dad jj went closer to the château and I stayed with kie john b and pope where very surprised that I didn’t go follow jj jj came back and said he had to go home and asked if I could stay with kie and the others they agreed and so did I I then started to hug kie really tight I was worried about jj kie looked at me and asked why I was worried I said “ I d d dont k know” the john b and pope where also surprised that I spoke to kie then kie just juges me back and after about 30 minutes I got really worried tbc

#jj maybank

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milkybonya · 2 years

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Hi Milky!! I hope you had/are having a nice day today! Last night I finally told myself that I was going to TAKE A BREAK and it was so nice! I ended up watching all the T-Talk videos from that Twitter masterlist you gave me and omggg I was both laughing and awing the entire time!! The first one I watched was Jeongwoo and Haruto and I was straight up like wait when was this filmed why are they so awkward together 😭😭?? I was like.. Has treasure box even been filmed?? I got context later that it had but omg Haruto was a MENACE to Jeongwoo man was literally just trying to make convo and he was giving one word responses im so dead I can see why you'd bias him he's so funny!! But I also wanted to give Jeongwoo the biggest hug after that video and the other one he was in with yoshi. Sweetest boy truly 🥺 also these videos made me get slightly bias wrecked by Asahi 🥴 he's so iconic I literally can't I ended up watching a fan video afterwards of him "proving he is not human but instead a robot" and I Was ROLLING I also found two videos or treasure vs their editors and oh my gosh they were so funny jdndjsjs back in my treasure feels that's for sure!! I still think I'm Hyunsuk and Yoshi biased but maybe Asahi will become an official bias wrecker... Not sure yet! I'll keep you posted lol

Also I'm so so so glad you liked the songs!! Fallen Star and Illusion were written entirely by two of the members (Mujin and Dann!) so I love that they are my two favorite b sides!! Makes it feel extra special yanno?? And then Promise is such a kdrama vibe omg it's the first b side to get an MV actually!! It's a whole kdrama smashed into 3 minutes. Dann acted so well in the MV too!! Man killed it (as he should). You'll have to let me know what you think of the videos when you get the chance to watch them!! But I know you have a ton of midterms coming up so no rush and I am wishing you the best of luck!! I had a bunch of midterms two weeks ago but I'm in the home stretch now until finals. I only have 2 more weeks of classes 😮 I literally graduate in less than a month.. I can't believe it jdjsjs I'm taking an additional year to pursue a certificate so it doesn't really feel like I'm graduating but 🥴 scary nonetheless!

Also my gecko!! Yes he is the sweetest boy. I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before or not but I am studying Russian! I really love hockey and my fav player is Russian so... Gosh almost 8 years ago I started learning Russian bc I was interested in learning more about him and his culture. I actually got his Russian Olympic hockey jersey to wear to school but one of my friends called me a Communist bc of it (this is going somewhere I promise nfnsns). I was like bestie where lol and he said bc it was Russian I am a Communist so I was like.. I mean okay go off I guess. And so when I got my gecko he was like well since you're a Communist you definitely have to name him Stalin. And I was like lol dope sure. I like prefacing his name with the story of how it came about bc it can be jarring to some people and especially now with the invasion I don't want to give off the vibe that I actually support it 😭😭 especially since it all started with a silly joke about me being a Communist lol. But yes his name is stalin! A long roundabout way of telling you but ☺️ despite the name he is a total sweetheart

I look forward to hearing from you again soon! 💙

hello my love omg i'm so sorry i'm late :< i've had midterms aH as you know :( and today,, i'm going to see stray kids!! 4 hours left.. T.T

omg the T-talks are so chaotic hh they go from funny to therapeutic to wholesome,, :") Haruto can be jokingly cold sometimes hehe i love him ^3^ oH have you seen treasure's webdramas?? they have 2 ! in their first one, Haruto plays a very cold character but honestly he does it so well?? ahh

Asahi is seriously so cute but he's also such a genius ??? like the fact that he writes/composes masterpieces like orange and also paints/does art,,, king !

omg i love songs written by members thats so iconic?? and a kdrama-like mv? yes pls i can't wait to watch it later hehe

also you're so sweet?? thank you for being so kind with me and my midterms aHH i'm done them now thankfully! you have 2 weeks of classes left omg that's so exciting >.< maybe only one week left now by the time you see this??? AHH do you have any summer plans?! i hope all of your exams and your last days of class go well~

omg ,, yikes insensitive communist jokes are the worst :( i'm glad though that you were able to make something good out of it if that makes sense? and that it wasn't incredibly upsetting.

but wow you love hockey?! thats so cool!!! do you also play?!

also i'm so worried about the Ukraine situation,, a youtuber i love is living there and gives us updates, i also have a friend there and of course every persom living there is precious and does not deserve any of this :( ah it's so sad

have a lovely day/night and thank you for the cute pic hehe

#yutopiada talks #milky's moots #baekhyuns lipchain ;3;#beloved Kelsey ♡

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dianalolihikki · 13 days

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Hey!💜

I guess I just hate days like today. Such days when my father is very drunk,because he's always drunk.

However, in a day like this, I keep listening for any potential argument. I am afraid that it may end up in physical violence,like in June, a year ago. At that time my mother pushed my father so much that he smashed his stupid head. However, she acted in self-defense,as he was the one who started to shake her.

I remember my nervousness. At the time I called my younger brother to come over,because he was staying at his girlfriend's house that night.

After that, I was a ball of nerves for many months. I was constantly on the lookout for a similar argument. I hated the days when my brother spent the night at his girlfriend's house. My spasticity was at an extreme level. E was surprised at how tight my muscles were.

💮💮💮💮

Today, my father yelled at my mother because supposedly my mother told my brother's girlfriend some lies. However, my mother has deduced that my father didn't hear anything, he just doesn't like my brother's girlfriend and it pisses him off that my mother is talking to her at all. He then shouted that mom should not talk to her. And I started screaming.

I never know how to react normally to my parents' quarrels. I either scream like a possessed person or sit quietly with headphones on my head. Today I screamed so much that I felt a huge spasticity in my legs. E or K will have something to loosen up.

I'm very ashamed of my screaming, but it is out of control and I don't quite know why I do it.

And I hate weekends especially because my mother drinks then too.

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My mother went to visit my grandmother with my older brother and his wife. They talked about selling the farm and renovating my grandmother's house,so that I would move in there in a while with my mother. Mom seems to have forgotten that in the future I want to move to a center for the disabled that will be built in two years in a nearby town, but never mind.

My aunts (my mother's sisters)don't agree. They would rather my grandmother buy an apartment in town and split the money between my mother and her siblings. Grandma wants to think about all this.

At home, my mother argued with my younger brother. He stated that no one thinks about him,because no one has even thought about a room for him in grandma's house after a possible renovation.

They argued strongly with my mother, especially since my mother was already slightly drunk.

In the end, however, they came to the conclusion that they misunderstood each other.

At least when I was at J and A's physical therapy camps I was able to get a bit of a break from the atmosphere of eternal arguments. That's one of the reasons why I feel like they abandoned me.

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The only thing I got to do today was to read a new book. The book is about Laura, a girl in the last year of high school, who was abandoned by her parents, first by her father and then, under the pretext of economic emigration,by her mother.

The girl lives with her grandmother. When Laura has her life arranged,a friend and a boyfriend, her mother returns to her life....

Despite the fact that the book is almost three hundred pages, I read most of the book today. I only have about fifty pages left for tomorrow. I think I will finish this book by the time B comes.

I read a little on the terrace,but mostly at home.

Seemingly today is still warm, but it feels like colder days are coming.

💮💮💮💮

I am finishing for today. I don't have an idea for any deeper thoughts like yesterday.

My head hurts.

As a reward, I will eat a Kinder chocolate and drink a Pepsi.🎀

I can't wait for Monday.🩷

#cerebral palsy #neurodivergent #neurodiverse stuff #physically disabled #hikikomori #actually neurodivergent #diary #alcoholism #adult children of alcoholics #physical disability

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taiblogcomics · 8 months

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The Future Villain Plan

Hey there, live-action adaptations. Well, at the end of today's review, we'll already be halfway through Avengers Undercover. That's pretty exciting, huh? This one's practically zipping by. Heck, let's zip on by ourselves and get into it~

Here's the cover:

…Hey. Hey, Zemo. Z-Zemo. Your pen, Zemo. Your pen is leaking. Like, pretty bad. That's gonna fudge up the contract, I just know it. Also, given this was published in mid-2014, does this mean Baron Zemo pioneered the "hand holding a gun" meme format? Maybe you'd be right to sign with him, in that case. He's got some forward-thinking ideas. My only other complaint with this cover (it's actually very good and symbolic) is how closely he's holding that gun to his armpit. Now I've never shot a gun myself, especially not a comic book laser pistol, but that just seems uncomfortable.

So in our last few issues, the teen survivors of Child Murder Island (at least, the non-marketable ones they didn't have plans to use elsewhere) all team up to find Cullen, only to find Cullen has sold out and joined Baron Zemo's Masters of Evil. He then pressures them into the ultimate signing bonus: murdering Arcade in his home during a party. Hazmat does the deed, and everyone gets caught by SHIELD--only for Hellstrom to warp them back to Villain Land. This is all so Zemo can offer them a contract and some Nazi imagery.

At everyone's hesitation, Zemo realises he might've come on too strong. He splits the groups up among his main minions: Cammi, Hazmat, and Anachronism go with Madame Masque, Daimon Hellstrom takes Nico Minoru, and Chase and Deathlocket go with Constrictor. Cullen has already sold out, and therefore can just hang out (but he decides to go with Hellstrom and Nico anyway). They'll go on some tours, and then decide at the next breakfast. No second breakfast loophole. I guess we're going on a field trip! Or several field trips, I guess.

So Hellstrom, Nico, and Cullen go down to Hell Town. I feel like that might be a country music song, but I'm not certain. This is the section of the city where dark wizards, vampires, and other evil magical stuff lives and hangs out. A huge horned demon suddenly crashes in front of them, and Nico gets all tensed up. But Cullen says it's nothing to worry about. That's just Mephisticuffs, the local fight club and eatery. Hellstrom suggests they go there after the tour. Apparently they have delicious paella. What the heck is the tone here~?

Anyway, Hellstrom takes these two teenagers to his house, and then greets them with the phrase "This is where the magic happens." Nico rightfully calls him out on how creepy this sounds, but he means literally. He shows Nico a big fiery sphere made of strings of fire. Like a yarn ball of flames. He calls it a demon cage, and this is how Cullen's been learning to control his monster side. He lets it out piecemeal inside the cage, which puts it in a dormant state. Nico comments that it's weird how happy Cullen seems, and Hellstrom replies that they haven't hexed him to be happy or anything. That seems an oddly specific denial~

Meanwhile, Chase is already won over because the Young Masters have invited him to play basketball. While he's showing off his dunk, Deathlocket hangs back to talk with Excavator, who was doing a flirt with her a couple issues back. He explains that basically all they do is get told "go beat this guy up" or dropped out of a plane and told to smash, and the rest of the time they just goof around and hang out without responsibilities. Locket laughs aloud, and Excavator agrees it must sound kind of dumb. She replies that no, dumb is good. She could do with some dumb right about now. Ah, the inner conversations of the Marvel offices when they greenlit this series~

Over with Madame Masque, she introduces herself by saying that she watched the whole series of Child Murder Island, thinking half the cast were useless cannon fodder and the other half were superweapons waiting to go off, but she knew these three were special. I hope none of them are buying this. They continue their elevator ride, with her saying the lot of them are clearly leaders, and this offer is basically power and influence. Once the elevator stops, she gets in a helicopter, flying off. She can't waste her whole evening trying to convince them to grab the silver platter she just offered them. God, I hope they're not falling for this.

And thankfully, as soon as the chopper leaves, Cammi asks the other two that they know they're all being played, right? Hazmat and Anachronism both reply affirmative, but like… they are kinda right. Their options suck: stay here and hope the villains don't have a secret agenda (which they have to, they're villains), or go to jail forever. Hazmat suggests something else. Heroes get away with shit all the time. Maybe they could say they're possessed or whatever. And if nobody thinks they're heroes anymore… well, maybe they can do something so big, it covers over the bad stuff.

As promised, Hellstrom's group goes to Mephisticuffs. Nico's in the ring with two big but generic demons. She knocks one down with an ice spell, but he punches her from behind, which sets her off. She cuts loose, ends up blasting the demon to death. Upon realising what she did, she runs from the barbeque/fight pit horrified. She doesn't like that she just snapped and became a killer instinctively, just like her parents wanted. Hellstrom points out that it's just a demon, but how long until it becomes "just" a person?

Nico doesn't really sidle up to Hellstrom's attempt at bonding, embarassingly evil parents in common or not, and he replies that she needs a better friend than him. And here's where shit goes really south. Hellstrom gestures with his pitchfork and resurrects Alex Wilder. Now, if you didn't read at least the first arc of Runaways, first of all, shame on you. It's one of the best comics ever, go read it. But secondly (and spoilers for that first bit), Alex was one of their fellow runaways until he revealed himself as an inside traitor working for their evil parents all along. He is a teen genius, and he is ''big problems''.

Oh, and he and Nico were a couple, if that wasn't enough for you~

So, later on, Chase and Nico meet up with Cammi's group, and by the conversation, you can tell Nico hasn't told Chase--her fellow runaway--about Alex's resurrection (because that won't come back to bite her or anything). Deathlocket's still buddying up with the Young Masters, and obviously Cullen isn't invited because he's already shacked up with the villains. But Hazmat reveals her plan: let's join the bad guys in order to take them down from the inside. Cammi and Anachronism are also on board. Nico's a bit out of it, and Chase just thinks it's a terrible idea--not the least of which is because their whole plan so far is literally "we join up and take 'em down from the inside".

So we cut back over to Baron Zemo in his tower, where he's finishing a call with a minion, who's surprisingly on top of things. The kids enter, and they all tell Zemo they're in--except for Cammi. She's decided to split, go back home to mom. Zemo comments that it's disappointing, but it's her decision. He's really pleased the rest of them decided to join up, though. And so the comic ends with Cammi rocketing home, fuming about everyone "playing villain". Except, despite what Zemo just said about "her decision", she's suddenly lassoed out of the air by Constrictor and swung into a wall, knocking her out. It was her decision… and it was the wrong one.

Well, then, I guess that this is where the "Undercover" in the title comes from. I love when a title only explains itself literally halfway through the story. But anyway... It might not be the most thought-through plan, but I appreciate it. I like that even Anachronism and Hzamat are on board with it. Like, I didn't enjoy Anachronism to start with, him being one of the Braddock Academy OCs and all. But he's got a neat character concept and it's moments like this where he's growing on me. And honestly, this comic is also growing on me. I like that the characters are being mostly heroic (to the best of their ability) from the start, and we also have this very interesting wrinkle with Alex, and the other wrinkle with Cammi's capture. Unlike its predecessor, I'm actually looking forward to seeing where this goes~

#comics #reviews #Avengers Undercover #Avengers Arena #Taiblog

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fakahiphop · 2 years

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Hip Hop Music - Hip Hop Is Alive

What has happened to hip hop music? I have seen a disgraceful turn for the worse on my tv screen, but let's review some real hip hop music. Fakahiphop.com

We will stick to only albums dropped recently. Of course, I highly recommend of all of these albums. I'm not going to criticize any of the albums. Simply because there is already a million people who have done so - with or without justification.

Let's get started with the "Conscience Rapper" Common. I wish we didn't have to use that particular terminology to categorize the rapper because all rappers should be conscience. It is basically the definition of hip-hop.

Common - Finding Forever

From the incredible "unforgivable" all the way to the radio smash hits, "The People" and "The Game" (no similarity to the west coast rapper at all) ", this album is worth your purchase.

Common puts together rhymes like a puzzle. Each piece being essential as the last. He uses intricate rhyme schemes, but still gets his point across in the most immaculate manner.

Common exchanges punchlines with Kayne West on "Southside". My favorite collaboration between the two; up until this point. Kayne also produces this track as he does most of the album. West spits at the top of his game while spitting lyrics e.g. "I know you must be thinking its armorall flow because it never gets rusty". Common on the other hand spits amazing lyrics himself, for example: "Your career was a typo, mine was written like a haiku."

Though Common never comes out and blames the south for hip-hops decline ( that he mentions a multitude of times) the following lyric from "Start the Show" could be subject to misinterpretation, "You sing along wit it, inside you knowin it's wack, Young who? I don't need a openin act". Common never backs down from a fight. He also mentions the lack of hip-hop spirit in the song "The Game".

Is this Common's best work? I don't know. I personally like it better then his last album. Be had a completely different ambience to it though. I guess, we should give credit to Kayne.

I know this album could be perceived to have a few lackadaisical songs. Unlike fox news, I do give the other side. A counter perspective is available at Nobodysmiling [http://www.nobodysmiling.com/hiphop/album_review/87760.php]

Talib Kweli - Ear Drum

Talib's recent effort has sixteen tracks that will fulfill any fans need for another album from the rap superstar.

He spits some of his most intellectual and deep thinking lyrics to date in "Ear Drum".

Electrify one of the most soulful tracks on "Ear Drum" is perfectly titled as it does electrify you. Especially your mind as most of the album does.

The guests help the momentum of the album more than they hurt it. Demonstrated in songs like "Hostile Gospel" with Bun B and Pimp C, who seem to fit in very well in the banger by Just Blaze.

If Talib had to take it back to square one. I'm talking about the hip-hop classic "Reflection Eternal". He definitely took a few paces in the right direction.

I'll finish the review by saying that the album isn't perfect, but perfection is in the beholder.

Brother Ali - The Undisputed Truth

Brother Ali probably would get his mic cut off by Bill O Reilly with his very open minded views on America. Actually more times than less, pessimistic views.

A "Letter From The Government" basically denounces the entire war. Ali blatantly states in the chorus, "I got a letter from the government the other day I opened and read and burned that man, The way that I live don't concern that man, We gon' have to settle this another way". I guess he might also be talking about any possibility of a draft and his reaction. Maybe just a letter asking him to join the military. Nevertheless, one of the most intriguing songs that has been released this year.

The underground artist doesn't stop there with his attitude towards America. Yes, his home country. On the track "Freedom ain't free". He annihilates our foreign policies. Especially when it comes to people who are starving in other countries. "So I use blood and sweat to butter my bread, Cos this cold world couldn't give a fuck if I'm fed".

If you are a liberal, you will probably take well to this album. He doesn't like the war, he doesn't like our foreign policies, and he doesn't like how Muslims are being treated. He claims to be a devout Muslim in a few tracks.

If this album doesn't make you sit back and think. You might want to get your brain examined.

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oh, baby | m. schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x reader word count: 1.8k words request: yes/no, by @tamaraudvardy: "hi😊 can i request a mick one where he is a new father and being so cautious with the baby boy and he takes you home from the hospital where his family is waiting and he is proudly showing his son to corinna and michael🥺 just a fluffy mick❤️" & an anon: "hello, i really love your stories and your writing is very incredible. i was wondering if i can request about mick? maybe their families are celebrating christmas in mick's family house and gushing about baby mick, oh and they have a newborn baby. thank you in advance and have a nice dayy 💕💕" i decided to combine these two requests, i hope that's okay!!! prompt: letter h: hosting family. from this christmas alphabet prompt list. warnings: language, fluff, babies. a/n: day eight! i hope you like it, my heart completely ripped into pieces as i wrote this. you're welcome. can this be considered torture???.

my masterlist/ christmas alphabet masterlist

"okay, baby, are we ready?" you heard mick's soft voice as you walked out of the bathroom in your hospital room.

"yeah, i just need to grab my stuff," you said as you closed the door behind you, mick turned to you with a confused expression. in his arms, he was carrying your little new-born bundle of joy. "oh," you said.

"i was talking to him,"

"i've been replaced," you joke, walking to them and placing a soft kiss on your baby's head.

"sorry," mick said nonchalantly as he shrugged a shoulder, you laughed.

you arrived at mick's family's home, michael and corinna were gone for a few days and had offered their home to you to get settled to your new life as parents. you felt indebted to them, and since they arrived back on time for christmas eve, you decided you'd prepare a dinner for all of you, plus gina.

you peeked in your and mick's bedroom, seeing mick with your baby boy in his arms, he was whispering something to him as he rocked back and forth on the rocking chair.

"and then! your grandpa moved to the side and he let uncle seb through! grandpa helped uncle seb get his next world championship title!" he said in a soft voice, it warmed your heart that even though the baby was less than two weeks old, mick was already passing down his own love for racing to his son.

"don't you think he's too young for that kind of story?" you said as you walked to them, sitting on mick's free leg. mick felt like the luckiest person alive, with his wife in one arm, his newborn baby in the other.

"he likes it! look, he fell asleep," he pointed with his eyes to your sleeping bundle of joy.

"did you put the turkey in the oven like i said?" you asked, your hands reaching for your baby, but mick pushed them away, cuddling the baby closer to his chest.

"i did, now leave us alone. we're going to sleep," he said.

"fine," you laughed as you got up. you weren't offended, mick had been waiting to meet his baby for so long, and now that he had him there was no chance he was letting go.

"do you need help with anything?" mick grabbed your hand just as you were about to walk away. you shook your head.

"it's fine, you enjoy your time together, we'll switch later," you said as you closed the door.

"yeeah, switch," mick said in a tone that to you, meant that he had no plans on letting go of him any time soon. you rolled your eyes as you walked down the stairs with a smile on your face.

the dinner was in the oven, you were smashing some boiled potatoes when you heard soft crying coming from your bedroom. you rushed up the stairs, seeing mick fast asleep on the bed, your baby next to him, he was fussing and kicking his little arms and legs. you pulled him close to you, and he immediately began opening his mouth as he leaned into you. you walked downstairs ready to feed him as you finished whatever you could with just one free hand.

the baby latched onto your breast, you rocked him back and forth hoping the movement could help him fall back asleep. a few minutes later, the baby was fed and sleeping, and you heard hard footsteps on the wooden floors, descending the stairs.

"where is he?" mick asked as he entered the kitchen. you stood with your baby in your arms. "you took him away from me!" he pouted as he pointed at you.

"i did not take him away from you!" you shook your head as you chuckled.

"yes, you did! look! you're holding him!" he said.

"i had to feed him! what did you expect me to do?" you laughed as mick took the baby from your arms, kissing all over his little face and head. "daddy's overreacting," you whispered to the baby as you focused on the food.

"i am not! you would've done the same," mick pouted as he followed you. he extended one arm, wrapping it around your stomach, he pushed you back until you hit his chest. "i'm sorry, i got scared," he placed a kiss on your neck.

"i know, it's fine. i was just messing around." you turned around and threw an arm around his neck, being very careful with the sleeping baby between you.

"yeah, so was i... mostly," he admitted as he scratched the back of his head. you laughed, grabbing his face and pressing your lips on his.

after much convincing from your part, mick agreed to put the baby on the egg swing chair so he could help you finish dinner. you worked in silence, with lingering touches on each other's hands, arms, feeding the other a spoonful of whatever you were cooking. anything, really, as long as it meant you could feel each other.

once the clock hit half-past six, the front door opened. mick scooped your baby in his arms, he'd just woken up a few minutes ago and had needed a diaper change. you smiled brightly at him, at your boys. you kissed mick and then you placed a kiss on your baby's forehead.

"let's go meet your grandparents," you whispered, grabbing mick's free hand and dragging him behind you.

michael and corinna spotted you first, they were taking off their heavy winter coats and moving the suitcases out of the way when they noticed your presence.

"hey, how was your trip?" you asked as you hugged them.

"we really needed that, thank you for looking after the house," corinna said.

"thank you for letting us stay here, these few days have been hectic but we've made it work," you explained.

"where's mick? and the baby?" michael asked with a bright beam on his face. "i can't wait to see him, have you thought of a name yet?" he asked.

you had. you had decided on a name since the moment you knew you were having a boy, but mick and you decided to leave it as a surprise until the baby arrived.

"actually, we've had the name for a while, we just wanted to tell you when we introduced him to you both," you bit your lip.

corinna's eyes shifted from you, to something behind you. you turned just as mick was making his way to the entrance of the house with your baby in his arms. wide curious eyes open, looking at the two people in front of him.

"mom, dad," mick said as he presented the baby to them. "meet michael alexander schumacher-(y/l/n)," he said proudly, biting his lip as he scanned his parents' faces.

corinna had a hand on her chest, small tears in her eyes as she leaned in to take a good look at the baby.

"oh, mick, he looks just like you." she cooed. "can i hold him?" she looked at you for permission, but you pointed at mick.

"ask him, i can't even feed my baby without having a five-minute argument with him," you rolled your eyes playfully as mick extended his arms, watching carefully as corinna held baby michael close to her chest.

"she lies," mick said, placing an arm around your waist, you leaned your head on his shoulders as you watched the scene in front of you.

adult michael was speechless, watching his wife rubbing the tip of her nose against his grandson's cheek.

"i think we broke your dad," you whispered in mick's ear, pushing him towards his dad. mick hugged his dad, and michael embraced his son. you smiled, looking at your baby in corinna's arms and trying to give them as much privacy as you could.

mick and michael had their own conversation in whispers, and from what you could hear, either one of them, or both, were crying with happiness.

"gosh, this is the best christmas ever," michael said, an arm around his son's shoulders, like he'd done countless times throughout mick's life.

"oh, shit," you remembered the food in the oven. you ran into the kitchen, pulling out the lasagna and placing it on top of the stove to let it cool.

"guys, you're the guests here," michael said as they all made their way to the kitchen.

"none of that, you've just returned home, you've let us stay here as we adjust to being new parents, it's the least i could do,"

"(y/n), how many times do i have to tell you? you're family, you don't owe us anything. all that matters is that we're all together on this day," he said, smiling at you and placing his hands on your shoulders.

"yeah, thank goodness we're all together," a new voice made all of you turn around. "surprise, bitches!" gina said as she spread her arms to the sides.

"gina!" michael hugged his daughter.

"language!" mick said, attempting to cover his son's ear.

"where's my little baby?" gina spoke in a baby voice as she walked to her brother. "i hate to say this, but he looks like you," gina looked up at her bother as you laughed.

"is it true?" you asked corinna, "they look alike?"

"oh, they're identical. what do you mean you've never seen mick as a baby?" corinna said and you shook your head.

"i've seen pictures of him when he was about one-year-old, not as a newborn, no,"

"mom, please don't," mick said, scrunching his nose.

"yes, mom, do it!" gina said as she carried baby michael. "yes, nana, do it!" she grabbed the baby's tiny hand and encouraged her, speaking in that baby voice again.

in the blink of an eye, you were sitting on the couch with mick by your side, corinna in the other as she pulled out album after album filled with childhood pictures.

you watched them all intently, smiling at mick as he burrowed his face in your neck from embarrassment.

"you were so cute!" you gushed over baby mick.

"were?" he asked.

"you're handsome now" you said, kissing his cheek as you heard gina laughing.

"yeah, right!" she said as she swayed side to side with your baby in her arms. "everyone knows auntie gina was the cute schumacher baby. isn't that right baby michael?" she spoke to the baby.

"you knew his name?" adult michael asked.

"of course i knew! the surprise was for you two," she said.

you looked at the clock hanging from the wall, time had flown by as you watched all their family pictures.

"should we eat now?" you asked mick, who repeated your actions and nodded.

"we'll be right back," mick said as he helped you up, kissing his son's head as you walked to the kitchen. you set the dining table as fast as you could. you didn't want them offering any help. once everything was ready, you walked back to the living room where adult michael was now carrying his grandson for the first time. you felt mick holding on to your hand a little tighter, you smiled at the sight, noting the way michael's eyes shone with unshed tears.

"he's perfect," michael whispered.

your baby would be the happiest and luckiest baby boy there ever was. he had a family that loved him endlessly, that would do anything to secure his happiness.

baby michael had a bright future ahead of him.

but at that moment, he only wanted to eat.

and get a change of diaper.

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Bucky Barnes - Adrenaline Rush |one shot|

summary: the boys left to the bar, coming back late only to find that their entire floor had been broken into, you were home alone.

Warning: attempted murder, angst, fluff

Note: this was just a short thought But it’s also terribly written, sorry?.

Main Masterlist // Roomie Collection

The boys had just gotten to the local bar that was nearly a mile away from the apartment. You had a rough day at work and didn't want to leave the comforts of the apartments. You had insisted the boys still go out without you though of course Bucky objected but was dragged out anyway.

You started running yourself a bath letting it run while you reheated whatever leftover you could find in the fridge which was very limited with three boys in the apartment.

Leaning over the kitchen counter as you slowly stuff your mouth with the slightly cold food from the plastic container. Dumping half of it into the trash before proceeding to the bathroom, starting to strip yourself of your work scrubs discarding your top to the ground leaving you in your bra and your athletic shorts you usually wear under your scrubs.

The front door opening loudly caused you to jump back, peaking your head out the door, calling out for one of them.

The loud stomps are getting closer and closer to you. You realize it's not them.

The boys were just leaving and headed home, when Bucky's phone started ringing.

His phone displays your name in bolded letters across his screen. When he answered ,your voice was shaky and sounded like you were out of breath like you were trying to stay quiet.

“y/n?” he says his brows pinched in confusion, that you had called him.

“B’, there's someone in the apartment” you whisper the tears threatening to spill over.

He can hear the loud bangs from your side of the phone before it goes quiet.

“ y/n?” no answer “ y/n!” he calls out again.

The car comes to a halt, the New York rush coming at its favored time, Steve finds a place to pull off, Bucky gets out of the car running into the direction of the apartments. Sam and Steve followed suit.

After running for over ten minutes they reached at least the block of the apartment, the sirens and flashing lights from the ambulance and police cars lighting up the entire road.

Bucky's legs seemed to carry him fast at the sight.

Reaching the caution tape lining the entrance and all the neighbors standing outside.

Bucky's eyes frantically looked around for you, finding nothing.

Ducking under the caution tape, multiple officers rushing over.

“ Sir behind the tape” they urge, pushing him back toward the yellow tape.

“ no this is my apartments my roommate was in there”

A few of your neighbors confirm that he had lived here letting their grip on him go, Bucky ventures further into the circle of ambulances.

His eyes finally find you, your body soaking wet as you shiver in the cold air, your knees pressed to your chest as you sit on the edge of the ambulance's doors, your lips nearly blue.

“ Y/N!” he calls out before running to you.

You look up from the ground, your eyes meeting him as you shove off the blanket from your shoulders discarding it to the ground, sprinting towards him the tears finally slipping as you are now just realizing what had just happened.

Your body smashes into his wrapping your arms around his shoulders, his grip around your waist as your feet depart from the ground. Your face buried into the crevice of his neck sobbing as you feel the comfort of his embrace, his lips pressing to your temple.

“You’re safe now, I’m here.” he soothes, his hand smoothing your wet hair behind your ear.

Steve and Sam were finally let through the yellow caution tape scurrying to you.

“ Barnes can I talk to you?” Leslie asks , Leslie is your coworker that was working on the scene and your best friend. " She's gonna have some mild PTSD, she was almost killed, so just make sure she's okay and maybe don't let her sleep by herself tonight. make sure she feels safe please"

" What do you mean almost killed?" he questions.

"did they not tell you what happened?" she says with wide eyes, he shook his head " the man tried to drown her-"

Bucky joins back with you, your side pressed against him as his hand runs up your arms keeping you warm as the cold air leaves small bumps scattering across your skin.

Once they finally let you back into the apartment the boys decided that they didn’t want you to sleep alone for the night, so instead they brought out all the pillows and blankets they could find and stuffed them onto the couch.

You slept on the long side of the couch Sam and Bucky took the floor and Steve slept on the other side. The only light emitting into the room was the light from the tv.

you lay on the couch facing the cushion you body rising and falling as you breath, you were terrified to close your eyes.

You flip to your other side laying your hand over the edge reaching for Bucky’s hand laying on his stomach.

He’s eyes slowly open to look at you, that pad of his thumb running against the back of your hand.

“ Can I come lay with you?” You ask in a soft whisper leaning over the edge.

“ yeah” he replies, scooting over on the floor giving you a space between him and the couch. patting the empty spot next to him.

you slowly lower yourself into the spot laying your head against his shoulder and chest you body relaxing into his side.

you knew you were safe with the three hulking men that laid near you but you still felt uneasy, but strange enough a near death experience can do that.

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