#there are eyes vs there are tvs vs you are just entertainment

[eyeballsoup7310]

Man I love *checks notes* a game about tragedy and capitalism, a show about tragedy and capitalism, a podcast abou—

#there are eyes vs there are tvs vs you are just entertainment #my art #little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #ln2 #genloss #generation loss #TMA #the magnus archives

[coentinim]

James' particular tastes

Or, headcanons about introducing JPM to snuff films

18+! Under 18 - bye bye or I will block u

Contains: descriptions of murder (not detailed), snuff film description (not detailed&made up), nsfw content (blowjob, fear kink, JPM is a sadistic voyeur). It's essentially pretty fluffy. Dark&sexual content ahead!

Credit for a lot of ideas to the darling @nahoyasboyfriend (check her acc out or else🔫)

James who is illiterate when it comes to technology, and completely unwilling to learn. You, his modern lover, however, have taken the initiative in making him learn. Of course you can't just show him a smartphone app, as that might scare him away. But the hotel is already full of ancient TVs, so why not start with that? James was not fond of the machines, as the Simpsons or Supersize vs Superskinny were not in his preferred repertoire, so you had to go and buy a variety of VHS tapes for you two to watch.

Of course you start with the classics - a ton of 1920s movies to help ease him into it, then a bunch of classics like Gentlemen prefer blondes or Breakfast at Tiffany's. He enjoys the movie nights you have planned for the two of you - he likes the wine, the sliver of human interaction he so misses, and the glow of the TV reflecting on your face. Seeing how the art of film changes is a nice bonus, he is an intelligent man after all, he can appreciate the evolution of the 10th muse.

After a while, you have the idea to show him a different type of movie; classic horror. He seems to like Psycho or The Shining, but not as much as the romance movies... you thought about showing him more scary and gorey films, such as Saw or Hostel, but you figured he'd get quite bored and disgusted by them. He was a killer himself, those films wouldn't entertain him one bit! The fake blood would seem ridiculous to a man as... experienced as him for sure. You figured he needed the real thing... real blood, real tortured screams, real open flesh!

After digging for a while, you found some real snuff tapes in some obscure horror (gore porn) VHS shop. Nasty, it seemed. All untitled, in black boxes, and you had asked the seller to play a bit of it before buying to check if it was real. And, as someone who dated a serial killer and practicslly lived in a murder hotel, you could tell the recordings were very real. Oh, he would love to see them, you thought. Anything for him! Even illegal murder and torture footage🥰

His pants felt awfully tight at the way she screamed and thrashed. He was an impatient killer, but he always had a fantasy of torturing his victims for hours on end. He rarely had such a privilege, though, as the adrenaline rush was too much of a temptation to really delay taking his victims' lives. He loved to see it on a screen, though. Watching the torment before the woman was shot felt like edging too him.

You expected him to watch the footage with you and tell you about some particularly memorable murder, as talking about it was one of his favourite pastimes. But instead, he just watched one entire tape (about half an hour long, of a woman being slowly tortured with various methods) with a completely straight face, not looking away for a moment.

"Replay it and... yes, here. Kneel, darling, I need you to do something very specific.", he said in a dominant tone, that syrupy voice of his dripping with lust and determination. You obeyed instantly, overjoyed that he seems to really like your gift.

He made you take him in your hands and jerk him - slowly, teasingly, making him groan in desperation. Then he gestured for you to take him in your mouth. You warmed his hard cock, salivating over it, watching as the light from the screen reflected in his wide eyes as he took in the gory scenes before him. He paid you no mind, thrusting up occasionally and making you gag in surprise. You realized he was edging himself to the girl's suffering. The thought of his debauchery was enough to make you wet, and his stiff cock down your throat definitely helped, too.

You knew the footage was ending soon, because he started thrusting into your tight throat aggressively, holding the back of your head and grunting obscenely with every hip movement. The sound of a drill piercing flesh and the woman screaming was blurred out by the noise your pretty little mouth made; all the gags and slurps. Once you heard the gunshot, you felt him finish in your throat. He whined loudly, eyes glued to the screen, as he didn't want to miss anything of the disgusting scene before him. You swallowed all he had to give, like a good darling, and you panted for air clinging to his leg. He really just took you to the sight of a snuff film; it was like porn to him... you were astounded, but positively surprised, because the warmth of his cum in your mouth and the chill of fear from watching the tape made you feel woozy. He pulled you up, so you were kneeling between his legs, hugging his torso, his hands loose around your upper back. He held you so protectively you couldn't believe the disgusting act you just witnessed. Oh, you were so perfect for him!

There were still a few tapes left...

Not tagging anyone bcs I'm ashamed of myself sorry babes! I didn't forget abt you.

#james patrick march #ahs #ahs hotel #american horror story #american horror story hotel #james march #james march x reader #ig #ahs headcanons

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Worth The Wait: Part Two

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~900

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: Hey can i request a J2 x reader imagine where the reader is actress and singer that was nominated for a Oscar or something like that and became one of the few people that have a EGOT (the achievement of having won all four of the major American entertainment awards (i.e. an Emmy, a Grammy, an Oscar, and a Tony) and obviously everyone is so happy for her, spn fans, her fans, her friends, famous people, her family, spn cast and especially her boyfriends that they weren’t with her for some reason?

Summary: You've been working endlessly to put your own album out, and now you've been nominated for a Grammy... the only award that keeps you from being an EGOT winner. Will you win tonight? Will you finally be out on that prestigious award list that only nineteen people have ever been on?

Square Filled: pie (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: the asks says jensen and jared to be the love interest for the reader, but i only made it for jensen

x

This is it. This is the moment I’ve been working my ass off for. I can do this. Even if I don’t win, it’s an honor to be nominated.

After working on Batman vs. Superman, you worked tirelessly on putting out your own album, your very first. Your fans have been asking for one since they’ve heard you sing in movies and on Broadway. You’re just giving the people what they want. Well, they loved it so much that you’re nominated for some of the categories for the Grammys.

If you win just one category, you’ll be an EGOT winner. Only nineteen people have earned that prestigious award in history, and you can be one of them if all goes well tonight.

“I know you’re nervous but you’re going to do great. I’m going to be right here next to you. Even if you don’t win tonight, you’re still a winner in my eyes,” Jensen smiles.

“Thank you,” you smile and kiss him just as the limo arrives at the Grammys.

The cameras are on you the second you get out of the limo. There is a staging area before the area where the pictures are taken, so you and Jensen take the chance to touch up your makeup and both your outfits. 

There are millions of people watching on their TVs at home so you make sure to put your best smile on when you go out there. As soon as the press sees you, they call your name in hopes you pose for their cameras. Jensen makes sure you get some good solo ones before joining your side.

You pull Jensen close and kiss him quickly which will make for a good photo. You spend ten minutes smiling at a bunch of different cameras before moving past them to the section where celebrities like to hang out before being seated inside.

Two reporters are off to the side interviewing anyone who wants to talk to them, and they spot you and Jensen easily.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ackles. Wow, you two look stunning,” one of them says.

“Thank you.”

“Do you have a bit of time for us?”

“Actually, we do,” you smile and step forward.

There is a camera pointed at the mini stage you’re on so that viewers at home can watch this.

“We are here with the lovely Jensen and Y/N Ackles. I have to say, you two look amazing.”

“Thank you. I love both your dresses as well,” you smile.

You four talk about being nominated, who you’re wearing, what it means to be here, and anything else they want to know.

“I’m just excited for tonight. It doesn't matter if I leave with an award or not. Everyone here is a winner in my eyes.”

“Thank you for coming out. That was, again, Y/N and Jensen Ackles.”

You and your husband leave them to go find your seats inside. You’re pretty nervous so you’re glad that Jensen is here with you. That, and alcohol usually clams your nerves. A few of the people who are nominated are performing but you’re not one of them. You’d love to be performing one of your songs from your new album but they didn’t ask you to do it.

Nonetheless, you enjoy the performances that everyone else puts on.

Mariah Carey walks on stage to give out the award for Best Pop Vocal Album and you start to bounce your leg. This is the first category that you’re nominated for so you’re extremely nervous.

“You’re going to do great,” Jensen says against your hair as he kisses your head.

“Thanks,” you whisper back.

“I am so honored to present this award for Best Pop Vocal Album. The nominees are Chemistry by Kelly Clarkson.” They play a snippet of one of her songs before moving on to the next nominee. “Endless Summer Vacation by Miley Cyrus.” You love Flowers. She did such a good job on the song. “GUTS by Olivia Rodrigo.” You’re not a fan of hers but you can see how she’s successful. “Midnights by Taylor Swift.” Now there’s an album you can get behind. You love her so much and hope you can collaborate with her one day. “Finally Free by Y/N.” Jensen grabs your hand when she mentions your name. “And the Grammy goes to…” She takes her time opening the letter and smiles when she reads the name on it. “Finally Free by Y/N!”

Tears immediately come to your eyes when your hit single starts playing over the loudspeakers. The cameras are on you to gauge your reaction but you don’t pay them any attention. Jensen kisses you and encourages you to go up there on your own.

You leave him at the table and join Mariah Carey on stage who hands you the award with pride.

“Thank you so much,” you try not to cry. “I can’t believe this is happening. Words cannot express how grateful I am not only to my fans but to my husband who has stood by my side through thick and thin. He is my rock and my biggest supporter. I also thank my team for putting this amazing album together so effortlessly.

“I have been striving for this award since I won my second Emmy. By winning this award, I have managed to make it onto the EGOT list which is the biggest achievement I could have ever gotten. I couldn’t have done it without you. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.”

Tears fall freely but you’re grateful for winning this award. Everyone cheers for your win even as you’re walking off stage. Jensen meets you backstage and pulls you into his arms.

“God, I am so proud of you!” he smiles happily. “You did it!”

“I can’t believe this is happening right now.”

“As soon as this is over, why don’t we get celebratory pie?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you grin and kiss him. 

x

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[prince-liest]

Omg, I just wanted to say I ADORE your characterization of Al and Vox! I don't even have the words to express how much I love reading your stuff, especially the Anon responses you post on here. The behind the scenes thoughts are literally my food, lifesource, its so good when people not only write characters IN CHARACTER, but also include stuff about their analysis/understanding of the character too.. I'm literally obsessed with breaking down characters and yk, cracking their chrome domes open to see how they work (which admittedly, I am not the best at <_< but I love reading them). Just wanted to say how much I love your writing. I had maybe 2 questions, please don't feel pressured to answer them :>

What in your mind (in reference to the 66.6 fics) would motivate Alastor to let Val get close to him in the first place? Or was that more you picking these two characters up by the scruff of their necks and plopping them into a hypothetical scenario to explore their character and write some fun intimate thingsTM?

What do you think of the dynamic of Vox and Al vs something like Lucifer and Al? Personally I've noticed that something Alastor craves, behind the mask of his static smiling persona, is attention. He's (at least how I saw it) usually peeved when people don't care about his absence, and seems especially bothered by the King of Hell refusing to really acknowledge him, so he goes out of his way to push Lucifers buttons (like calling himself a father figure to Charlie, IN FRONT OF HER ACTUAL FATHER LOL) whereas with Vox, Vox is literally CONSTANTLY thinking about Alastor. Man literally interrupted his regular TV program to do a segment about how much he totally didn't at ALL care about Alastors dissapearance or the fact that he returned (suree buddy). So Alastor can have more fun with him and annoy him by ignoring and messing with him on purpose.

ty if you do respond to this, sorry if it was hard to understand, sometimes I forget how to put the thoughts in my brain into coherent words!

Ahhhh, thank you very much, anon! I'm especially happy that you're enjoying my commentary on Tumblr, haha - I spent a while on Twitter because that's where all the fandom zines I was in were being hosted, but nothing beats Tumblr for giving me a nigh-unlimited word count and a captive audience for my rambling! >:D <3 I'm back to cocooning myself on the OG hell site.

Thank you for this ask, it really brightened my day! :D

As for your questions:

1. I'm assuming that was a typo and that you mean Vox (but in case you did mean Val: that was just a funny accident of him walking by the room! Alastor wasn't paying enough attention until it was too late), and to that I say:

I think Alastor allows Vox to take a go at him in canon because he finds Vox's obsession with him to be entertaining, but also because Alastor is kind of a narcissist and that same obsession massively feeds his ego, especially in a political climate that otherwise forgot about Alastor. Vox's whole "Who gives a shit about Alastor coming back?! Haha, now let me have a public meltdown and short out power to the whole city about it! Oh, fuck, why is he back, though?? Can we send a spy in to find out??" is exactly the reaction that Alastor wants every time he mentions his mysterious absence and gets brushed off.

At the same time, Alastor doesn't seem to register Vox as a sincere and genuine threat. He's a big enough fish in the Pride Ring pond that his obsession with Alastor is gratifying, but Alastor's self-absorption also doesn't really allow him to treat Vox as a threat tier above "annoying in a funny way, and also television is stupid." (Perhaps this will change in season 2... :eyes: (or perhaps Alastor will get Even Worse) (please god let him get even worse))

So those two things in combination make Vox the perfect candidate for Alastor to experiment with while maintaining his ego and not feeling particularly threatened. Despite Vox's Safeword 101 talk, Alastor would never put stock into that system with Vox unless he was certain that he himself would be able to back up a 'no' with overwhelming force. Him even considering safewords in the Live On Air! series is less for his own sake and more a politesse he offers on Vox's request to warn Vox to slow the fuck down before Alastor tries to put his insides on the outside.

2. And in direct contrast, we have Lucifer...

... Who Alastor obviously actually cares quite a bit about, because he's a whole nother power tier from both Vox and Alastor, and furthermore and possibly even more importantly, a credible threat to Alastor's relationships and standing in the hotel. I think a lot of discussion I see about Alastor prodding Lucifer seems to talk about how quickly he got annoyed about Lucifer's comments, but that misses the fact that he was pissed off before Lucifer even showed up. He got pissy the moment he saw the welcome sign, actually! And I wager that he was narratively absent for the scene where Charlie actually calls Lucifer because he would have done his best to manipulate her out of doing so had be been there.

And given that the two clearly haven't met before (though obviously Alastor knows of Lucifer - and hates that the inverse isn't true, hah), it's not 100% clear exactly why he's immediately so annoyed, but in my personal view of things and barring something like "he's projecting onto Lucifer because his contract is with Lilith," I think that what we know of Alastor's personality points most strongly to "he liked being the hotel's benefactor and sees it as His Project, and doesn't like the idea that Charlie called daddy for something that she thought mysterious, powerful Alastor couldn't handle." He distracts a lot with obviously-goading comments about practically being Charlie's dad in his duet with Lucifer, but underneath that he puts a lot of emphasis on the work he's done for the hotel and the fact that he's been supporting Charlie and the hotel from the start, so why the fuck is this deadbeat asshole suddenly turning up?!

Tl;dr: Charlie missed her insight roll on Alastor's personal investments and he's sooooo offended - and taking it out on Lucifer!

I think one of my favorite things about both Lucifer and Alastor is that they both sooo obviously belong in the Pride Ring, hahaha.

#ask #hazbin hotel #alastor #vox #radiostatic #my writing #anonymous #long post #part of the reason I love Alastor so much is that pride is also definitely my sin of choice #I relate to you #you horrible little narcissistic maniac you #meta #personal

[vintagetvstars]

Betty White Vs. Gracie Allen

Propaganda

Betty White - (The Mary Tyler Moore Show, The Golden Girls, Life With Elizabeth) - I mean - does she really need an introduction? It's Betty White, people! The First Lady Of Television! What *hasn't* she done? She had an incredible career (in fact, she earned the Guinness World Record for the longest TV career by a female entertainer *twice*!) with an infinite list of successes - she won seven Emmys, three SAG awards, and even a Grammy. I personally know her best for her spectacular portrayal of Rose Nylund in The Golden Girls, but she's played so many great characters in her long career. A lesser known but marvelously charming role is that of the titular character in Life With Elizabeth, a 1950s sitcom which she also co-produced at the age of *28*! She was also a great advocate for a number of causes - animal welfare, gay rights (she used to accompany her friend Liberace to events to help him avoid being outed as gay), and racial equality: she famously hired Arthur Duncan, a Black tap dancer, on one of her shows, and when threatened with going off-air if he wasn't fired, she just declared "He stays, live with it." She's the whole package - amazing actress (and comedienne and producer!), kind and hilarious, and of course - beautiful! Just look at her - that smile! Those eyes! That charm!! Watch her in action if you can (they're too long to link here, but entire episodes of Life With Elizabeth are on youtube!), but honestly - her pictures alone are enough to make me swoon!

Gracie Allen - (The George Burns and Gracie Allen Show) - she's SO funny

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Betty White:

Have you seen her?? Look me in the eyes and tell me that Betty White's smile doesn't have the power to turn anyone's heart to mush. She looks adorable one moment, and can come up with the most out of pocket lines the next (all while still looking innocent about it). People know her best as Rose Nylund in The Golden Girls, of course, where she played the show's most naive character. But reportedly, Betty was actually the cleverest person on set. She didn't even have to learn her lines; reading the script once was enough for her, and she'd be able to remember any additional changes throughout the week without a problem. Which is pretty amazing if you ask me! Anyway, Betty is an icon. Her television career spanned seven (7!!!) decades, covering basically the entire tournament's time period (and then some!). She *almost* turned 100 and her outliving other celebrities was a Tumblr meme for ages. She had her own talkshow in the 1950s, for which she hired a female director, and had an African-American tap dancer (Arthur Duncan) as a regular cast member. When faced with criticism for the latter and the threat of being boycotted, Betty responded with "I'm sorry. Live with it" and gave Duncan *more* airtime. She was also the first woman to ever produce a sitcom (Life with Elizabeth) in which she played the lead, and looked absolutely stunning doing it. All in all: Betty was a badass, had a heart of gold, and she's absolutely stunning!

I think I might cry at how pretty she is honestly

that SMILE!!!

some soft butch realness

she's even pretty when she's not smiling... ahh...

she is marvelously bitchy as Sue Ann Nivens. please for the love of god watch these videos

Betty White / Sue Ann Moment #1: Coffee Experts Agree

Betty White / Sue Ann Moment #3: Massive Mudslides Wreak Havoc

Betty White / Sue Ann Moment #5: Have a Sexy Birthday

Gracie Allen:

Gracie Allen--Best Lines Compilation 1

#vintage tv stars poll #tv ladies 1 #betty white #gracie allen #Youtube

[ceasarslegion]

Any kind of statement thats like "x form of media USED to be about [good thing] and care about being artistic but NOW its all a corporate shill" really peeves my pets because its just. Fundamentally not true. Especially if that form of media is one that has to be sold to people.

Entertainment industries have always been capitalist. Theyre an INDUSTRY. Their main focus is selling a product and making a profit at the end of the day. And over time as different generations age into different ratings and media their marketing teams will decide that this group needs to be sold x instead of y now, and the landscape will change. Youre correct in that the media you saw dominate that landscape as a child will change as you become an adult, but it's not because anybody cares any less now or cared any more then, no executive ever really CARES, its just that theyre marketing to your age group now that you dominate the consumer group instead of your parents or grandparents.

Thats not to say that there arent artistic and very well done pieces of media within that industry, but making sweeping claims of "wow childrens media USED to be about grief and loss and emotional impact and NOW its all just mass-market drivel" just because the land before time was a good case decades ago just isnt accurate. First of all, childrens movies like that exist NOW (did you forget about Puss in Boots: the Last Wish? The incredibly well-made movie about facing and accepting mortality and fighting for the best life you can have?), and second of all, childrens movies back then also had mass-market drivel. They always have, you can't look me in the eye and tell me that the era of blockbuster made-for-tv straight-to-video films was any more artistically realized or whatever than our current era of reboots and sequels. So were your precious 80s movies, even within the group of good ones. Have you noticed how Spielberg's blockbusters all have the same fundamental structure? How all the teen movies of the era do too? But when it's done well, they're an "auteur," and when it's more obvious that it's just a form of marketing at the end of the day, it's "mass-market drivel."

And hey, i don't hate films! I have a film degree! I'm just pointing out that cinema is still an industry here. I'm not saying that there aren't really good movies to come out of the industry but I am saying that any argument that any cinematic era was any more good and artistically pure than any other is just fundamentally false. And your results may be a little skewed if youre making this argument about something like childrens media when your sample size is the land before time vs a hyper-generalized strawman of the 2020s childrens media landscape.

#that post going around rubs me the wrong way can you tell #some thoughts

[lustbile]

haechan and his sister’s best friend vs haechan and his best friend’s sister... ur choice :-)

I was about to do best friend's sister with this. Like I was this 🤏 close, but I feel like that’s more common than sister’s best friend, and even though I think it goes against bro code in a way that I feel like best friend’s sister doesn’t, I want to do it anyway. Also don’t @ me for this logic, because I know it makes no sense but I don’t care

Warning: hostile reader, fingering, messing around in a house full of people, Haechan does what he wants when he feels like it. 3k ish words. 

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“And that’s when I told him I didn’t want to meet up with him this weekend anymore,” your best friend rambles at your side, her hands waving in front of her face as she complains about whatever guys she had been texting recently.  

You try to listen, you honestly do because of course you care about your friend’s life, but it’s hard to focus on the words that spill from her mouth at rapid speed because you’re sitting on her living room couch having a boy crisis of your own. 

You feel bad staring at her brother so shamelessly as she sits directly next to you, but you can’t stop yourself. He rough houses with his own friends, laughing loudly as he tries to hook up his game console to the tv as one of them roughly throws an elbow directly in the center of his back. 

You flinch at the sight of the impact directly on his spine, but after he yells out in irritation with his back curving deeply, he throws his own elbow into the bend of the boy’s knee and turns back to the mess of wires. 

It‘s a fascinating sight really, seeing how stupid and careless the boys are, but there’s also something very endearing about it. Especially Haechan. A boy you’ve known of just as long as you’ve known your friend, but somehow as of recently, he had morphed into something of desire. Was he always so cute and funny? Well no, you think. You witnessed him before puberty, when you still thought boys were just nothing but balls of germs. But now as you stare at his shoulders as they shift under his hole ridden shirt, you know that he’s a ball of germs, but this time he’s also very handsome. 

“So what do you think I should say?” She asks you as you sit there blankly, shoving her phone in your face and making you blink in shock. She has a lengthy but dry looking text conversation pulled up on her screen, and you’re grateful that you can skim it quickly enough to get some sense of context. 

“I don’t know…” you answer honestly, leaning back into the couch as you cringe at how douchey the guy seems just from the few texts from him that you see, “honestly I say you should just ghost him.”

“Ghosting is mean,” Haechan’s friend Renjun suddenly interrupts from the other side of the room, making you and your friend jump before you shoot him a glare that’s probably a lot ruder than you intended. 

“Some guys deserve meanness,” you respond blankly without thought, the fact that you’ve never really interacted with any of Haechan’s friends slipping your mind as you rush to defend yourself and your friend. 

“The voice of reason has spoken,” Haechan announces dramatically, standing up and making your breath catch when he makes eye contact with you and lifts his eyebrows. He grins, seeming very entertained by the sneer you wear, before he hesitantly turns to his friends as they sink to sit on the floor, “anyways, leave them to shit talk men, I want to play video games.” 

“Yeah play your stupid games, I’ll ghost whoever I want,” your friend mutters as she turns back to her phone, puffed up in annoyance from having her brother’s friend butt into her conversation like that, even though she’s the one who decided to sit in the living room they already resided in. But she seems to follow your suggestion, as when you glance at her phone, she’s blocking a number that she never even bothered to save. 

You mindlessly watch the game come to life on the tv, your legs starting to twitch as Haechan stretches his body out to relax. His eyebrows furrow as his fingers move around on the controller, selecting different items on the screen, and you can’t help but sink into the couch from how the stern face he makes has filthy thoughts flooding your mind. 

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You flinch at the sudden scream Haechan’s friend Mark lets out when his character dies, the noise sounding inhuman as it cracks from his chest. It was this exclamation of despair, that had you shifting out of your seat, simply muttering the word ‘bathroom’ as you pat your friend’s thigh and start to stand up. 

You watch for another moment, witnessing Jeno murder Mark’s character again in cold blood the second he respawns, before you turn to leave the room quickly. And whether it’s from your haste, or your nerves forcing you to ignore it, you don’t even notice the way Haechan watches your retreating body as he sits waiting for his turn to play. 

He keeps his eyes on you, until you retreat into the bathroom at the end of the hall, smiling when he throws his sister a glance long enough to see her fully focused on her phone. He squirms, starts to stretch in an attempt to seem natural in the plan that brews in his mind, and when he mumbles something about going to look for something in his room, his friends barely pay him any mind as they all grunt in response. 

He offers a sympathetic shoulder pat to his sister when he walks by, almost apologizing for what he’s about to do to her beloved friend, but when she slaps his hand and glares at him in return, he subconsciously gets a new cocky skip in his step as he follows in your footsteps. 

He leans gently against the bathroom door, listening and waiting until he hears you turn on the sink to start to wash your hands, and when the telling sound of rushing water and the gentle tune that you mindlessly hum hits his ears, he throws the door open as a look of faux shock crosses his face. 

“Fuck!” you yelp as you jump at his sudden presence, your heart beating rapidly as his eyes widen and his mouth drops playfully when you look at him in surprise. It takes you a moment to register that the boy you were just drooling over now stands directly in front of you, but once it does, you feel your face start to burn as you scramble to come up with what to say. 

“Oops,” he says, laughing quietly to himself as he steps into the room, forcing you to turn and face him as he backs you into the sink, “didn’t see you leave and come in here.”

He lies through his teeth, and he does so very well as you seem to shrink against him. You look nervous and shift to avoid his eyes, and he ducks himself down slightly as he wants nothing more than to see the anxious glitter that takes over your eyes. He’d be an idiot to not notice the way you’ve been watching him recently, but he’d be even more of an idiot if he didn’t take the bait and test just how far your little crush on him seemed to go. 

“Th-that’s fine,” you respond as you twist your hands together and bring them to your chest, chancing a single glance to his intense stare, before you try and stand straight without brushing his body, “I was just about to leave.”

“I was just coming to grab my phone,” he explains as you turn to turn off the sink, seeming to ignore your words as he leans over to grab the device he so conveniently left behind before you got here, “good thing I remembered where I left it right?”

“Ha, yeah,” you grasp at the attempt of small talk, any last remaining confidence draining from your chest when you turn back and see he’s blocked you against the sink with his stretched out arm. His palm presses against his phone, but he shows no interest in picking it up as he shamelessly stares at your quivering lips. 

“Anyways, probably should get back before your sister thinks I died in here,” you try, laughing weakly as your fingers grip the front of your shirt, but when he shows no intent on moving, you just stand dumbly as you stare at his tensing shoulders. 

“Hey, don’t worry about her,” he says with a soft smile, his foot lifting to close the bathroom door before he brings his other hand to the sink, successfully trapping you in front of him, “I was wanting to talk to you anyway, so might as well take advantage right?”

“Uh yeah, sure,” you sigh, shifting back enough that you’re almost perched on the sink, nodding your head gently in confusion, “why… would you want to talk to me?”

“You’re very pretty you know that,” he speaks bluntly, grinning when you curl in slightly from embarrassment, “very pretty, but also a little oblivious too.”

“Oblivious to what?” Your demeanor shifting slightly at his words, your eyes hardening in a way that makes his length stir in his pants. That’s something that always got him going around you, the bite you hold in your voice and the way you look when you’re annoyed. It was all he could think of when you talked back to Renjun earlier, and if he had to push your buttons to see it again, he definitely wasn’t above that. 

“I mean,” he shrugs, as his eyes trail along your face, “how long have we known each other and you never even knew what was happening around you?” he taunts, loving the frustration that pulls on your face from how vague he chooses to be, “I noticed the second you started acting all weird around me, but with the way I look at you all the time and you never notice? Isn’t that odd to you?”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you speak in half truths as you push at his arm, huffing when you feel his muscles tense as he refuses to budge. 

“Except you do,” he accuses, moving the arm you don’t push against to grab your waist and push you against the sink again, “are you gonna try and tell me that you weren’t drooling over me just a minute ago when we were sitting in the living room?”

“You’re delusional, Haechan,” you try to deny, your voice cracking slightly as you squirm under his hold. He leans in closer when you say this, almost as if he can see your real thoughts and feelings bouncing around in your head, and when he moves his head down enough for you to feel his puff of breath on your ear, you let out a gasp that breaks your entire facade. 

“So you’re saying if I kiss you right now, you won’t feel anything?” He asks, brushing his lips against the shell of your ear and smiling when it forces a shiver up your spine. His eyebrows jump when you stare at him sternly, your jaw tensing almost painfully as his hand moves slowly to the center of your back. He waits for some form of response, but when you just continue staring, his hand swats at your spine before he growls, “answer me.”

“Shut up, Haechan,” you blurt out, as if his hand hitting your back knocked the words out of you, and when you follow the words with a pout, the boy in front of you smiles widely. He also responds to your trembling palms pushing into his chest with his hips tilting into yours, and with his body crowding yours, you feel your thighs start to shake. 

“Gladly,” he says almost too genuinely. His head bounces as if you had said something a lot more complimentary, and you wonder what has him so giddy, until you feel his slightly chapped lips pressing into yours. 

Your hands immediately fist the fabric of his shirt as he presses into you, pulling him closer as he forces your back to curve from his force. Your eyes slam shut as soon as he starts to work his lips against yours, and you feel a pang in your chest at how quickly you crumbled and how you can’t help but feel like you’re betraying your friend. 

Haechan’s tongue is an amazing tool for forgetting your guilt, his wiggling muscle pushing between your lips as he tries to use it to pry your clenching teeth open. And he rewards you as soon as you let your jaw drop, moaning in a way that has your entire body heating up at the first taste of the inside of your mouth. 

Both of his hands move to shove up your shirt when he realizes he no longer needs to keep you locked In place, and the cold temperature of his fingers has your body squirming as you whimper into the quiet room. He takes the fabric up as he works his hands up towards your chest, and as he moves to suck roughly at your already swollen bottom lip, he shoves your shirt under your armpits before he tugs your bra to rest under the swell of your chest. 

His fingers are rough as they twist around your nipples, the shooting pain that spreads across your chest making you gasp out as he moves his lips to press against your jaw. Everything that’s happening feels too sudden for your mind to catch up with, but when he starts to lick down the side of your neck, all you can do is lean back and let him do whatever he wishes. 

Your hand shoots up to grip his hair when he starts to suck on the center of your throat, your fingers tugging and pushing him as you try to stop him from leaving a noticeable mark on your skin. He detaches from you with hesitation, but not before he leaves small nipping bites behind while letting out a pleased, and mischievous laugh. 

He moves quickly towards your chest, moving one arm to wrap around your waist as his other hand slides slowly down your stomach. When his fingers brush against the band of your shorts, he nuzzles his nose into the center of your chest, and as his blunt nails press into the skin of your back, he lays his tongue flat against your skin and drags it until he can circle it around your nipple. 

You tilt your head back as he curls his tongue around the stiffening skin of your nipple, your blurry eyes locking onto the ceiling as you melt into his hands. You try to keep your voice quiet as you mumble his name, but when he pushes his hand into your underwear, you let out a shaky gasp. 

He groans happily against your skin when his fingers slide against your skin, the dampness that’s been forming since you were watching him in the living room clinging to his fingertips as he slides them to spread you apart. 

“So wet,” he grumbles with his mouth full of your flesh, his hips tilting forward to press and grind against your thigh. You chest rises and falls faster at the feeling of his puffing breathing hits your damp skin, and when he dips two fingers inside of you while he purposefully blows cool air onto the sensitive skin, your knees buckle slightly and forces you to fuck down on his spreading digits. 

His saliva spreads across your skin as he places his messy mouth on you again, his humming and groaning forcing drool to slip past his chin as he laps happily at your nipple. The feeling of your flesh heavy on his tongue makes his shoulder tense in his own pleasure, and makes it easier to ignore the way his wrist aches as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of your body. 

Your arms wrap tightly around his shoulder as he moves against you, pulling him tighter against your chest as you roll your hips into his palm. The heel of his hand presses tightly against your clit with every movement you two make together, and you can feel your continuously forming arousal start to drip into his cupped hand as you try to convince yourself that all of this is happening. 

His hand quickens as more noises spill from your pouting lips, your thighs tensing as he curls his fingers inside you. The sounds of his friends are still audible from down the hall, and something about the idea of one of them coming to look for him soon has you tensing even more in a way that makes you feel dirty, but it also makes it feel like your orgasm is approaching you even faster. 

“Come around my fingers, baby,” he demands as he pulls away, his chin pressing into your chest until you look down at him with bleary eyes, “want to feel you come nice and hard.”

You whine his name as he angles his fingers to slam against a spot inside you that makes you lower half shake, your lip trembling as he pulls your nipple between his teeth gently as the hand he has on your back slips down to force you to rock your hips. Your entire body rolls against him, following the way he guides you as his fingers push in rough and deep, and as you clench harshly around him, you feel your orgasm start to wash over you in waves. 

You bite down hard on your bottom lip as a rush of air leaves your nose, the pain from your dimpling skin somehow adding to the overwhelming pleasure that spreads out from between your thighs. Your entire body curls against him as his fingers push you through the last lingering licks of pleasure that shake your form, and as your legs start to weaken below you, his arm tightens around you once again. 

You cling to him as he pulls his hand away, twitching and cringing when he shoves his wet fingers into his grinning mouth, but not pulling away. You’re still thrown by everything that led you to this point, but the confusion that plagues you still isn't enough to make you shy away from him just yet. 

“Are you staying the night?” He asks casually, like he isn’t still licking your essence from between his fingers, his eyes wide as he looks at your tired and scrunched up features. 

“Yeah,” you answer slowly nodding as he carefully pulls away to reach for the handle of the door with the hand he doesn’t have still held up to his mouth, “yeah I think I am. Why?”

“Sneak to my room when my sister falls asleep,” he commands, opening the door slightly as he looks at you with your still recuperating body and mind. He looks proud of what he’s done to you, a grin filling his face as he starts to duck out the small opening he’s created, “I think it will be in your best interest.”

#Haechan smut #nct smut #haechan x reader #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #nct blurb #ask #haechan blurb

[scenecipriano]

Time Stands Still

Description: When Alastor makes his big return Vox becomes on edge. Seven years ago he thought the Radio Demon had died, but now with his return Vox can't help but feel that his time was coming. So, he takes matters into his own hands. With a little help he gets rid of Alastor, but will he regret it once he sees just how the Radio Demon truly impacted the way Hell operates?

TW: Guns, violence, implied character death, swearing.

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Prologue: Seven Years Prior

It was the same song and dance, Vox vs Alastor, Television vs Radio. A tale that is getting just as old and overrated as Valentino’s porn scripts. Something about this battle felt final though, the two Overlords hitting each other with their best, throwing insults back and forth. 

“I must say, you’ve become a lot more entertaining since our last spat!” Alastor exclaims as he blocks one of Vox’s wires. 

“You say that every time we fight, you washed up comedian.” 

It was his turn to dodge an attack, this back and forth was becoming irritating. This wouldn’t even be happening if the deer had just agreed to their deal. 

“Still wishing I had said yes to your terms?” 

Vox narrows his eyes at Alastor, his electric blue teeth gritted in irritation. How dare this smarmy bastard mock him? He wasn’t wishing he had said yes, it would have been fine if he had considered it. Just think of what the two of them could do if they were to team up, why they could even possibly overthrow Lucifer himself. 

“Why would I wish that you had said yes? Why, your broadcasts are mediocre at bes-'' A pained gasp interrupts Vox’s insult, he looks down and sees one of Alastors shadowy tendrils protruding his abdomen. 

“What did you just say?” Alastor questions, his voice distorting and eyes resembling that of an old timey radio dial. 

For the first time in his afterlife Vox can say the Radio Demon has finally achieved the ability to make him scared. He watches in horror as Alastor’s form contorts, his antlers growing ten times in size. He struggles to get himself away from the tendril, cursing under his breath when the appendage just digs deeper into his stomach. 

His hand brushes the familiar coolness of his pistol, Val had it specially made for him. It was one of Carmilla Carmine’s creations which meant…

A smirk comes to life on his face, “Ha… Valentino you clever son of a bitch.” 

“What’s so funny?” 

Vox pulls the gun from his side, he relishes in the shock plastered on Alastor’s face as he points it straight at the Radio Demon’s chest. 

“This is, you old timey fuck.” 

The shot rings loud through his speakers, for a moment he thinks he’s missed, but when the tendril dissipates from his abdomen Vox knows he’s hit his mark. He uses his cables to catch himself, standing high and mighty over Alastor. 

In all of his years of seeing Alastor he’s never seen the demon looked so pained as he does right now. 

“Any last words, Al?” Vox asks as he points the gun at Alastor’s head. 

The sound of a laugh track echoes around them, causing the tv demon to furrow his brow in confusion.

“S-Stay tuned.~” 

He’s gone before Vox can take the killing shot. A low distorted growl leaves the tv demon’s mouth as he returns his gun to its holster. 

“Doesn’t matter, he’ll be dead in no time.”

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin hotel vox #multi chapter fic #so i had an idea #feel free to ask about it :D #if wanna be tagged let me know!

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Nineteen.

Woah, you guys are eating these chapters like chocolate! Thank you so much for your continued engagement. What a truly wonderful audience I have in all of you :) 

Previous chapters - Prologue  One  Two  Three  Four  Five  Six  Seven  Eight  Nine  Ten  Eleven  Twelve  Thirteen  Fourteen  Fifteen  Sixteen  Seventeen  Eighteen

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Words - 1,849

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Damn, Hannah. Fuckin’... ahhhh, damn!” His groan was delivered on the cusp of a gasp, his abs shuddering as he came, his cock erupting in her throat as her lips gentled around him, releasing him with a little slurp as she swallowed, her tongue circling over his tight balls before kissing her way back up his sweat glistened body, looking very pleased with herself. She had every right to, he thought. “You’re too damned good at that, I swear.”

She was about to reply with something suitably seductive as she pushed up off his chest, stroking his pecs with her nails, her eyes suddenly widening. “Shit! What’s the time?”  

Manny frowned, grabbing his cell. “Eight fifty-six, why?”

Her hands were all of a flap as she jumped off the bed, running around in a panicked circle until she managed to locate her underwear. “Diaz Vs. Edwards fight! It starts in four minutes.” Manny was off the bed in a heartbeat, yanking a pair of sweats from the wardrobe and pulling them on. “Oh god, give me something to wear that won’t take time buttoning!” Hannah further panicked, picking up the shirt she’d been wearing, only to throw it down on the bedroom floor again just before a Raiders jersey hit her around the head.  

“There, go, go, go!” he hustled, both of them running from the bedroom. They were sitting down in front of the TV with beer and a very large, very hot bowl of popcorn with ten seconds to spare, both pissed they’d missed the pre-match, but reasoning that orgasms were a good enough trade.  

“No, no! Oh my god, don’t do that!” Hannah yelled, bouncing in her seat, Manny giving her an amused side eye, entertained greatly by how much she got into it. If it had been Carmen at his side, well... she wouldn’t have even been next to him, actually. She’d have been in the armchair across the room, filing her nails aggressively and complaining. He then mentally slapped himself for comparing the two women, reminding himself that what he was doing with Hannah, it might have made him happy, it might have felt right, but it was far from it.  

He was due to be married in six and a half months, and what was he doing? Screwing around. Hardly a glowing pre-requisite for married life. He knew that eventually, he’d have to call time on it, what he and Hannah had encroached into if he was ever going to make a go of it with his soon-to-be wife, but the thought of that suddenly left him feeling a little short of breath.  

Things with Carmen at that point were still a little strained, Manny noticing that she’d been behaving a little absently of late, mostly throwing herself into her work, still not budging where Lola was concerned, and acting a little cooler around him, too. He mostly put it down to wedding stress, because he didn’t think for one moment that she’d found out about him and Hannah. There would have been much noise and violence if she had.  

“Hey, what’s with the face?” Her foot softly nudging his thigh brought him out of it, Hannah frowning a little as she sipped her beer, trying to enjoy it even though it wasn’t her preferred drink. It was very cold, though, which would suffice.  

He shook himself a little. “Nothing, I just had a horrible feeling I left my bike keys at the club.”

“Nah, you didn’t. I noticed them in the bowl in the kitchen earlier,” she confirmed, stretching her legs before curling them back under herself, her hand shovelling in a mouth full of popcorn she began shouting through as she ate. “Yes, yes! Oh, that was an insane hook! Come on, finish him!”  

“Damnit, hush your volume! You’ll wake the kid,” he laughed softly, poking her in the thigh. She saw his point, quietening her verbal exclamations, but her seat bouncing persisted.

“Duly noted.” She turned to him and smiled, Manny feeling the all too familiar experience of his heart fluttering when she did. Oh, lord. He was in trouble, and he knew it. It was something that he lay there thinking on later that night, while Hannah slept soundly at his side.  

He might have loved Carmen, but life with her was hard, harder than it should have been. With Hannah, it was effortless. Sure, they sometimes got into it over the baby, both being a little stubborn in their slightly differing parenting approaches, but it was quickly resolved, because both had the maturity to listen, instead of storming off. From the outside, it appeared to be a no brainer, Manny becoming close with the mother of his child again, finding himself happiest when she was around. Inside, though, it wasn’t so simple.  

Beneath everything, he felt trepidation over giving up a future with Carmen for someone who could be as impulsive and flighty as Hannah, regardless of how he felt about her. After all, it was how she’d first come into his life. He knew she was a lovely, down to earth girl, but he felt a very genuine fear over ending his engagement to seek out a relationship with her, because if it all blew up, then the last thing he wanted was for them to have acrimony between them, for Lola’s sake.  

Bringing it to her, actually having a conversation to her would have been the logical thing. The side of him that selfishly wanted to have his cake and eat it while locking away reality in the back of his mind, though, well, it won out.  

“I have to say, this is a much more pleasant way to wake up than having the baby howling at me,” Hannah mumbled, gasping at the feeling of her clit being sucked upon softly.  

“Best damned breakfast in the world.” Mmm, still sleepy, but very horny Manny. Her favourite kind, his voice all thick and raspy with sleep, and his intent to have her mindless with the skills of his mouth.  

“Oh, oh my god, oh!” she cried out, her abs juddering as his tongue beat over her bud fast and hard, the gleam of her undoing beginning to illuminate, like the dawn light gilding the dark clouds of night. He worked her right to the edge, sitting up and plunging his cock into her, feeling her come undone around him as he railed her into the bed.  

“Goddamn, you make me wanna fuck another baby into you. Fuck that fucking IUD.” he panted, his mouth landing on hers, the sentiment spoken before he’d even had chance to process that it probably wasn’t something he should have said at all. She had no words in reply to that statement, so just kissed him, but his words, they were on her mind for the rest of the day, whirling around in her head. Meeting everything else she had on her mind, they made for a surprising revelation later that afternoon.  

“Mom, I think I’m in love with Manny.”

Jackie all but choked on the sip of iced tea she spat back into the glass. “Um, I beg your pardon?”  

Hannah sighed, bouncing Lola on her lap as they sat in the shade of her parent’s lush garden. “Yeah, I’m in love with him, which is impossible, given the circumstances.”

“Well, not impossible, but definitely a no-go since he’s engaged to that other girl, what’s her name, Karen?”

“Carmen,” she corrected, chewing her lip nervously. “About that. Erm, we’ve been...” she made a circling motion with her hand, raising her eyebrows.  

Jackie caught the gist. “You haven’t!”

“We have,” she confirmed.

“Oh, I wish this iced tea was the Long Island variety right about now,” Jackie cried quietly, resting her head against her hand, cringing gently. “What am I going to do with you, huh? Getting yourself into these situations. When are you going to grow out of it? Forty? Fifty? Never?”

“I know you’re disappointed in me, I’m sorry,” Hannah began, Jackie cocking her head a little, her smile as kind as her eyes.  

“What did I always tell you kids? You make good choices. Most of the time you do, but when it comes to men, oh, my love,” she paused, shaking her head, “you’re an absolute effing disaster.”

Jackie often wondered if it was the fault of her and Rob, neither being even close to disciplinarian in their raising of their kids. They didn’t let them run wild by any means, but took a much more sedate approach than others. She then reasoned that neither Steve nor Jack had such poor impulse control. This was very Hannah specific.

“What do I do?”  

Jackie’s reply was immediate and succinct. “Tell him.”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same, and I’m just a bit of fun to him?”

“Then really, is a man cheating on his fiancée any great loss, if he’s doing it because he can, and not because he’s realised he’s in love with you too?”  

She made a very good point, Hannah had to give her that.

In her silence, Jackie continued. “If it is the former, then like I say, no great loss. As long as he continues being as much of a good father to Lola as you tell me he is, then that’s all you need to consider. I’m going to urge you to do the right thing here though, Han. Stop this affair, or whatever it is, until you both talk about it, where it’s going, if it’s going anywhere, and keep it ceased until he extracts himself from his relationship with Carmen, if that is what he chooses to do in light of your revelation.”

She began to nod, rocking Lola when she started to fuss. “You’re right, everything you’ve said makes perfect sense. It can be really simple, if I choose that, rather than making it difficult. I don’t want it to be difficult, especially when I’m off to Arizona with him for a long weekend next week, so Lola can meet her great-grandparents.”

“Then there you go,” Jackie shrugged, smiling as she shielded her eyes from a beam of sun that had moved into their shade. “Get everything smoothed and sorted by then.”  

Hannah was resolute with herself to do exactly that. That was, until she saw him again three days later, collecting Lola from his, seeing him soothing their crying baby.  

“Ain’t nothing to fuss about, tiny girl. Come on, it’s alright.” He raised her up, beaming at her, Lola beginning to grin through her tears. “I love you so much, even when you’ve been giving me hell all night, yes I do.”  

Would voicing it ruin it all, she wondered? Would keeping quiet? She just didn’t know. She felt even more unsure after Manny put his arm around her, closing the door of the kitchen so Carmen couldn’t see him place a kiss atop her head. One thing she did know clearly, was what it meant to feel her heart flutter like it did whenever he was near.  

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[fangirleaconmigo]

book vs netflix question! I was thinking last night and wanted to ask what are your thoughts in regards of the different ways Calanthe defies destiny in each story?

I was just having rambly thoughts yesterday, we know Calanthe is jsut as strong willed in both canons, but the approach (and results) are very different in both universe, in the Netflix canon she's basically a lady of war and ready to throw hands with destiny if it dares take what's hers, directly opposing and denying Geralt a chance to so much as see Ciri; however in the books Calanthe seemed more… cautious, for the lack of the better word, more passive aggressive, if you know what I mean. She mostly just seemed to try to make as difficult as possible for Geralt to get to ciri in a more "well, if it's REALLY destined, then he should be able to figure it out his own" (ex: in N! calanthe puts a decoy in front of Geralt and jails him when he tries to come for Ciri, in the books she does show him Ciri, among a gaggle of other childrens, hoping he'll get the wrong one, and when Geralt says he won't take her she believes him)

Hello dear!

Thanks for asking about Queen Calanthe! I absolutely adored her immediately in the books, in a...WOW this is such a charismatic, complex, fuckin cool female character way, and her conversations with Geralt were amazing.

YMMV, but for me, the way TWN!Calanthe is portrayed is a by-product of two trends in book to tv adaptations:

In tv adaptations, (especially ones like TWN that focuses much more on the action than the char dev), the characters personalities are made sort of more broad and obvious, to get the message across quickly.

So for example, in the books, they mention in passing that she drinks beer 'like a man' and so TWN has her come in yelling 'beer!' and swigging it. I have seen some people complain it's over the top, but it *is* very clearly taken from a detail in the books.

It also says that she leads her men into battle herself (Queen Meve does this too, I LOVE that the witcher books make their queens so fuckn cool) and TWN shows this.

She legitimately loves Eist, and I think TWN shows that.

She also does try to manipulate and bully Geralt into killing Duny and grow angry when he resists her.

However, she is much more strategic and subtle.

I think my favorite line about her in the books is this:

"Geralt was amazed by her arsenal of smiles."

Preceding that line, here are the kinds of smiles she gives various people

"Calanthe smiled faintly" (at Cookoodak when he tried to express interest in pavetta)

"Calanthe's smile grew wider" (when she was slyly shading Cookoodak subtly for cheating on his wife)

then she was "a little flushed" with Eist, the only man who could make her do that, then

"Calanthe smile, but her eyes were narrowed and angry" (when Geralt is defying her)

Then she has a "venomous green glance", then "the semblance of a pleasant smile on her lips", then an "enigmatic" smile. Geralt concludes at a certain point that:

"The queen's smile could have meant anything."

She pushes him and is very much a queen, with all of the expectation of submission that this entails. But she is pragmatic, subtle, and she is not cruel.

Unlike in the show, she does not rub Geralt's mother's abandonment in his face. She does not yell at Pavetta to suck it up and marry someone she hates. (though she is ready to kill Duny all the same)

And when Geralt comes to get Ciri, she is far too proud to back out. But she does set things up where he has to choose which one the child is. It is very fairy tale esque. He ends up taking full responsibility by demuring, and deciding not to take the child at all. (I expound on this in "five differences between Netflix Geralt and Book Geralt)

The 'flattening' of her character for TWN makes her quite striking right away, and she is entertaining and I loved watching her. (I watched the show before I read the books, so I had no preference)

But at the same time, the fact that she is so loud and brash makes you wonder at her ability to strategize. Pissing off Nilfgaard by humiliating the suitor, partying while Nilfgaard advances, jailing Geralt, those kinds of things kind of make you go...lady, what are you doing? (though Calanthe does briefly consider assassinating Geralt in the books, she is not a saint whatsoever, but she changes her mind and thinks better of it)

But the biggest change (in my opinion) has to do with her relationship with the elves.

For 'secondary' characters, adaptations OFTEN change them however they wish to fit the narrative or story they are telling. In tv adaptations in general, these changes are usually made to create tension and conflict. Novels can go ages and ages without conflict.

For TWN Calanthe, they make her racist against elves. I think they have focused very much on that theme and wanted to set Ciri up with a legacy she had to grapple with.

So, unlike the other qualities which are more of an exaggeration, or flattening of her character, this one I think is a full on change.

I know that normally I pull a lot more book quotes to illustrate things like this, but that can take me days or weeks, and to be honest, someone else on tumblr has already done all of that work comparing/contrasting the two.

So I will leave you with this post by a fan of book!Calanthe, which puts the two right next to each other to show the differences.

Whether you prefer TWN or the books, or just enjoy them as two different things, there are some major differences there, and that post does a good job of showing them.

Thanks again for the ask my dear!

#asks #calanthe #queen calanthe #the witcher #thinking about the witcher books yet again

[talenlee]

January 2024 Wrapup

One month down! 2024’s going to be easy, you’re going to see! We made it this far, we just have to do this again and I’m sure we’ll find a way. This month has seen a Games Done Quick event, a bunch of videos, five story piles!

Let’s get into it, looking at what you might have already seen and what you might have missed if you’re at all a fan of Things Talen makes!

This month’s Game Pile were:

Exploding Kittens, where I opine about an interface mistake in a game that’s pretty much entirely about revelling in its interface, right?

A Patreon and Channel trailer update, where I made a pair of videos for that

Puzzmo, a game that I have already stopped playing because it fails to localise to non-American spellings

A video form of my Gene Wars article, which adds some details and context about this aggressively tedious game that’s remarkably hard to play, even without Dosbox overcycling and making things die of old age

It also is the first month where, in the off weeks, Fox and I have been playing a game together – in this case, we played through Space Quest III, completing the trilogy. There are, after all, never any other Space Quest games, and you can go check those out over on Youtube (part 1, part 2).

While Story Pile articles covered:

The Sopranos, a TV series that took a lot of time to watch and was worth it and I immediately stopped caring about once I was done watching it,

Godzilla vs Megalon, a charming hokey 70s piece of kids’ action entertainment

Appare-Ranman!!, an anime about going fast that fails when it comes to races

The Traitor Baru Cormorant, a dense book about economics where some betrayal happens,

Afterschool Dice Club, an anime about board games, no really, actually about board games.

But that’s not all I wrote about this month that you can read, with your eyes! I wrote about how much I missed having the physical ritual of a bullet journal. You know, for the nine days I didn’t have it, which is weird because it’s not like I was doing detailed journalling at the end of December.

I wrote about the Speed stat in Pokemon games, and how it currently works. This article actually started as an introduction to the competitive idea of ‘speed tiers’ and how things could be generally positioned against one another. Turns out that no, just explaining how Speed works took a thousand damn words. I thought about ‘hey, who’s the fastest Transformer‘ and found the best answer I could have for that was absolutely nonsense and completely at odds with how Transformers presents that. Keeping with the theme of ‘speed’ during GDQ I wrote about the Speed of Communication and ways to categorise and consider that in your worldbuilding.

I talked about the Minotaur, the Iron Hearts, and the 404 Not Found of Cobrin’Seil, cultures that matter and need to be available for players, but need to also have a material presence in the world that makes them matter. 3rd Edition D&D had some real weird rules corners, and one of them was The Monk, and hey, hey now, I am talking about 3rd edition. You know, the real actual 3rd edition, the 3rd edition before 3.5 that everyone likes to pretend was just part of the same continuity. Anyway, monks were bad. And weird, and they didn’t have game language to describe their mechanical needs.

I also tried to confront the way that Atheism gets treated as a special kind of social evil which just happens to be in contest with someone claiming absolute knowledge of the runner of the whole universe, but we’re the smug ones. Also just vented about how much Mike Winger sucks ass, truly besmirching the noble name of Internet Weirdo Dudes Surnamed Winger, RIP to a real one.

For Magic: The Gathering content, I inspected 2023’s mechanics and what I want to do with them, along with my articles reflecting on 2023’s daily cards and announcing the plan for 2024’s daily cards — the story of Vox Maxima.

This month’s shirt/sticker design was this cute artwork I did of a Ralts reading books:

You can get this design printed on things here. Time is probably limited on this one.

And what else has happened this month, what do I have in terms of diary? Well, truth be told, I don’t have a good answer to that right now because as I write this it’s the twelfth of the month. January is a weird month, lots of stuff gets done because the year is now open in front of me, and as a result, I get a lot of stuff in the queue. I also had a subtheme for this month, with GDQ providing Speed Week.

What I do know about this month though, what I know about my diary, is that I’ve been working on things that need work. I have had to reconcile that the pandemic didn’t just pause my work it made it worse and that means that I’ve been finding victories where I can: What can I do? What can I make better? How much faster can I get things done? How can I make sure I’m always working? And …

At this point…

I’ve done it. I’ve done what I can so far, and I am going to get better.

I wanted to have Lysen Co out by now. I wanted to have Cancon stuff done, too! But money makes a lot of things in that space not stuff I can idly play around with, which is frustrating. This is a point where I’m really grateful for my Patreon – and yes, that does make me worry that I’m going to be trying hard to be crowd pleasing. I guess what I’m saying is if you say ‘I like this’ you might find me overproduce that because I want you to have more of it.

Got my booster shot. Jab in the arm. No reactions, no notes, incredibly boring. Actually no, my shoulder hurts a little bit which I think might be because a guy in a coat stuck a thin piece of metal into it so they could stuff some MRNA shedding nanomachines into my bloodstream so Bill Gates could track me. Mentioning that because it should be a thing people remember to do, and I did it. Easy Feel Good Points for me, since I don’t have any meaningful reactions and they could be sticking maple syrup in me for all I know. I’m genuinely at the point where I think I might be nonsymptomatic, and Fox might be too, and I may have contracted and shared Covid a hundred times and never noticed it because the canary in my personal coal mine is… immune… to… coal? Anyway.

I spend some time this month reading Michel Foucault, right at the source, and lemme tell you that guy’s work is dense. He’s got this really nuggety attitude of words, where there’s very little use of example and demonstration – there’s these heavy laden words that get explained, then he’ll drop all four of the ones he’s been explaining in a sentence and moving on. It means there’s a lot of back tracking and like ‘hey, is this what I think it means?’ It’s a really interesting experience of spending four hours with a twenty-two page essay and realising that yeah, I have these great ideas and I can explain them but it’s translated to… two hundred? words on the page.

There’s also been some delving into Roland Barthes, and back to Johan Huizinga, because Magic Circle theory has become more important to my demonstration of why I’m not invested in Magic Circle theory. Got to demonstrate that expertise.

It was CanCon month! I didn’t make a post about CanCon specifically, because the schedule filled up and that’s just how things go. CanCon meant three days away from my normal computer, and you know what that meant? When the Gene Wars video went up it went up with an audio error and I had to wait two days to fix it! Oh well, I’m sure we all had a laugh about it. I unlisted that video and by the time this goes up it should be fixed. And a new video should be a few days away. Shh~.

Anyway. CanCon was great! Nothing terrible happened and I’m definitely not writing this on night 2 of 3 thinking ‘well nothing bad is going to happen tomorrow!’

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#Diary #Meta

[smoothies-are-cool]

snooki vs. angelina

boyfriend! chris sturniolo x reader

summary: reader is watching jersey shore and chris gets invested.

warnings: swearing, short?, pet names (ma, mama, baby), mentions of fighting.

a/n: i was watching jersey shore and this popped into my head. speaking of jersey shore/2000’s, follow my 2000’s account- @jersey-sh0re-wh0r3 !! enjoy <3

READERS POV

“whatcha watching, mama?” my boyfriend asks as he walks into his room. he and his brothers had to film a new video and they just got home.

“jersey shore.” i answer, tilting my head up as chris leans down to kiss my lips.

“you’re obsessed with this show.” he laughs softly, shaking his head as he took off his shoes. i shrug in response, laughing along with him.

“it’s a good show!” i playfully argue, my attention turning back to the tv when i hear snooki and angelina arguing. i pat the spot next to me, motioning for chris to watch with me.

“all of yous in this house, are fucking fake! and i want you all to know that i can’t stand any of you!” angelina yells and i watch chris’ expression turn confused.

“why is she-“ he begins to ask but he quickly shuts himself up when snooki takes off her earrings.

“oh shit!” he says, mouth open. chris finally sits next to me, not taking his eyes off the tv once. chris gasps when snooki starts swinging and angelina starts pulling snooki’s hair.

i giggle softly, already having seen the scene hundreds of times. i was now more invested in chris’ reaction than the actual fight.

“don’t do that to me right now!” angelina exclaims. i look back at chris, his eyes now wide.

“what a fucking bitch.” chris mutters.

“angelina?” i ask and he nods. “oh yeah 100%. she used to be very full of herself.”

chris giggles when mike moves the table away from the two.

“who’s that one? he’s kinda funny.” chris asks, pointing at the tv.

“that’s mike.” i tell him.

“oh there still going.” chris says as angelina charges at snooki.

“not for long.” i say.

as the scene ends chris lets out a laugh.

“well that was entertaining. maybe this show isn’t so bad.” chris admits.

“i told you! it’s a good show.” i had been trying to convince him to watch it with me but he always refused.

“sam is so bad too.” he tells me and i nod.

“so fucking bad.” i agree. “and pauly is so fine.”

“he’s a good looking guy.” chris says.

we stare at each other in silence for a second before bursting out laughing.

a/n: jersey shore is my comfort show!!!!

#Spotify

[negative-speedforce]

And how about a lighter one too?

"Look, I'm all for enjoying dumb shit, but Ace Ventura: Pet Detective cannot possibly be your favorite movie!"

Team Hex movie night, perhaps?

"Whose turn is it to pick the movie again?" Hailey asked, holding up the remote. "And no, we're not giving it to Jay again, it was your turn last week and I know you're just going to make us watch bloody Doctor Who again."

Ignoring Hailey's jab, Jay picked up the clipboard sitting on the table next to the couch. "Looks like Arya's up next."

A small chorus of groans greeted Jay's statement. "Come on, no, Arya always picks the dumbest shit."

"It's still their turn." Jay shrugged. "Unless you want to pass this week. Arya?"

"Nope." Grinning with sharper-than-human teeth, Arya caught the remote as Hailey tossed it to them. Arya flicked through the various movies that Cassandra had on her and Jay's TV, before finally settling on one.

"Really?" Cassandra narrowed her eyes at the TV.

"What? It's my favorite movie of all time." Arya's pointed ears flicked as they leaned back in their seat, grinning coyly.

"Look, I'm all for enjoying dumb shit." Hailey's British accent was out in full force. "But Ace Ventura: Pet Detective cannot possibly be your favorite movie!"

"How do you know? You always leave when I'm watching TV!" Arya argued.

"Because it's always 'Mothra VS Dracula' or some some fucking garbage like that!" Hailey groaned. "Shit that was dogshit fifty years ago!"

"Enough about Arya's movie taste." Cassandra interrupted. "If they want to watch Ace Ventura, then that's what we're watching, I guess."

"This is bloody stupid." Hailey rolled her eyes, pulling out her phone as the movie started in order to distract herself.

"Your loss." Arya shrugged, conjuring a handful of Jay's popcorn into their hands. Jay glared at them, but chose not to say anything.

The movie seemed to go on forever. While Arya was completely enraptured by the film, the others were more easily distractible. Jay and Cassandra, for instance, found each other's bodies to be much more entertaining than the film itself, and were firmly engaged in a game of Footsie on the couch next to Hailey.

Hailey, on the other hand, had her earbuds in, to distract herself from Jay and Cassandra's giggling and knowing looks, and had slid her feet under the coffee table. Whatever happened next with those two wasn't her problem, and honestly, she didn't want to know.

By the time the movie was over, Jay and Cassandra had devolved into a passionate makeout session, and Hailey was passed out on the couch next to them, head awkwardly leaning on Jay's shoulder, a wine glass precariously leaned against her fingers.

"Hey. Movie's over." Jay poked Hailey's shoulder.

"Were you two seriously making out while I was leaning on your shoulder?" Hailey asked in disbelief.

"You're too heavy to move, Hailey." Jay replied. "You're seriously asking some poor, disabled guy to move you, Miss Six-Foot-Five and Built Like A Marine?"

"To be fair, I was a Marine, before I got blown up." Hailey replied, sipping another drink of their wine.

"Movie's over. Now, I set up a Kahoot, to make sure everyone was paying attention!" Arya grinned, holding up their laptop. The rest of the team responded by booing and throwing popcorn at them. Arya, immature as ever, stuck their tongue out, shapeshifted into a centipede, and scuttled off, eliciting a small screech from Cassandra.

"Real mature, Arya." Cassandra muttered, shuddering. "A centipede? Real mature."

#oc shit #practically-an-x-man #oc: aryazana #jay barron #cassandra stevens #hailey laurence #ask revan

[abyssallector]

Big agree with everything you’ve said so far! As much as I do love the 2012 series there’s some big writing flaws throughout that always made me feel a little… meh

One of the biggest ones being that Mikey never got any kind of moment with Splinter. And I know that in previous incarnations Mikey was never the closest with Splinter but considering 2012 Splinter was a little more fatherly than other Splinter’s, it sucked that we never saw an episode of even just, one moment of them together (and the of course they have mikey saying ‘papa’ when he dies like. ouch)

So! My question to you, oh great one, is that if you could have added a Mikey Splinter moment (or episode) where and what would it be? We of course get a load of Leo moments about being leader, a few with Donnie about his weapon and about april and a good fair amount about Raph and his anger, but what would have made for a good Mikey Splinter father son bonding moment?

:)

Mikey and Splinter don't really have a lot in common, so i feel like that kind of makes them have a bit of trouble connecting with each other. But I firmly believe that Splinter appreciates Mikey for who he is, though. Like, In the episode "Mikey gets Shellacne", at the end he compliments Mikey's resolve, and affirms that he didn't need to do anything to change himself when he already had everything he needed inside of his heart. Or something like that HAHA . I feel like if I could have them bond over anything, it would be over Splinter helping Mikey with these insecurities and affirming his worth as a member of both the family and the team Also this is kind of self-indulgent but I kind of wish Mikey's uhh role, i guess, was a little more established to the characters themselves? Because they all recognize Leo as the Leader, Raph as the Tough guy, Donnie as the Smart One, but they don't really seem to place Mikey as anything than just their youngest brother. In season 4, after Raph thanks him for snapping him out of his hallucination, Mikey says smth like uhh "That's my role in the group. To bring sanity," -which his brothers roll their eyes at. but that's very true to me. Mikey is the one who brings much-needed levity in bleak situations. His carefree nature lightens the tension in a room. If no one else ever recognizes it, I think Splinter should. I would put in a scene or an episode where Splinter, at the very least, voices his appreciation and recognition of what Mikey contributes to everything. And with his father's encouragement, Mikey himself can show his own resolution for this purpose. That way, even if his brothers don't respect him sometimes, or go too far in their teasing, Mikey could at least remember that he has his father's support despite it all Another approach is to like, looks into the Father Vs. Sensei inner conflict Splinter has going on, i think. I'll place the time uhhh around mid-season 1-ish. Mikey is pretty much the embodiment of childhood innocence, right? And Splinter would notice that despite their dangerous adventures taking an obvious toll on the others and changing how they view the world, Mikey, at least from what he can see, is acting largely the same, I think it would give the fatherly side of Splinter a lot of anxiety about the possibility of that innocence going away. no parent wants to see their child grow jaded or anything, right? Pretty sure. the really Overprotective dad side of splinter is really funny to watch (first ep first ep) and i think having him show up out of nowhere with the most awkward timing ever just to make sure that Mikey isn't secretly crying when no one is looking or something would be really entertaining. I'm on my computer so I don't have the emoji but imagine watching TV and you suddenly turn around and your parent or guardian is staring down at you, not saying anything. I'm picturing it something like that. But this also means he would have to subject himself to Mikey's crazy antics too. im no writer though so like dhsjk Anyways there's no way Master Splinter lets Mikey get away with serving the worst food combinations known to man for breakfast lunch and dinner all the time. They should have had silly cooking bonding screentime together. Splinter teaches him how to cook and he teaches him old recipes that Mikey can actually make really well, but Mikey chooses not to because baked beans, cotton candy, and a handful of dirt on top of a moldy toaster waffle that he found wedged behind the fridge is genuinely more delicious to him somehow.

#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mikey #tmnt splinter #tmnt 2012 mikey #tbh splinter doesnt really know what to do with himself if theres an issue that somehow can't be solved with ninjutsu #tang shen was kinda not wrong in that one episode lol #but yeah theres a lot you can do with these two and its a shame they didnt do anything with them together #outside of like brief interactions for comic relief

[ginger-snap-talkin-nonsense]

Well, it looks like Coyote Vs. Acme really is really going to get scrapped for a tax credit. It’s awful what they’re doing to so many movies and TV shows over at Warner Bros.. Just fucking awful. But hey, at least YOU’RE happy right Ginger? Everything getting cut and scrapped means no new shit being made that you just HAVE to hate, even though you claim to want to do the opposite of that with your media diet. While at the same time refusing to watch ANYTHING being made by most LGBTQ+ artists in the entertainment industry right now. Congratulations I guess though, you certainly won’t be seeing any movies/cartoons like Nimona or The Owl House now. Network executives and CEOs that don’t give a single fucking crap about art are making all of the decisions, which is evidently all that you want to see from the entertainment industry from now on. Nothing ever getting made but the laziest, blandest fucking crap possible. Maybe now you’ll finally watch a show or movie made since 2012 though. Enjoy this all you fucking want, you miserable little bastard.

Damn Sitcom Anon, getting jealous that my attention was on someone else? It's okay fella, you know I've only got eyes for your dumbass shenanigans

In all seriousness I'm really interested in this court case going well, companies getting to make movies to destroy should be considered the fraud it is and it looks like a lot of people in the case feel the same. I appreciate that one politician who compared it to burning down a company building to keep from paying the insurance.

Also was Coyote Vs. ACME gay am I missing something lmao????? Finally the enemies to lovers slow burn conclusion we've been waiting for between Coyote and Road Runner...

[vintagetvstars]

Betty White Vs. Jonelle Allen

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Betty White - (The Mary Tyler Moore Show, The Golden Girls, Life With Elizabeth) - I mean - does she really need an introduction? It's Betty White, people! The First Lady Of Television! What *hasn't* she done? She had an incredible career (in fact, she earned the Guinness World Record for the longest TV career by a female entertainer *twice*!) with an infinite list of successes - she won seven Emmys, three SAG awards, and even a Grammy. I personally know her best for her spectacular portrayal of Rose Nylund in The Golden Girls, but she's played so many great characters in her long career. A lesser known but marvelously charming role is that of the titular character in Life With Elizabeth, a 1950s sitcom which she also co-produced at the age of *28*! She was also a great advocate for a number of causes - animal welfare, gay rights (she used to accompany her friend Liberace to events to help him avoid being outed as gay), and racial equality: she famously hired Arthur Duncan, a Black tap dancer, on one of her shows, and when threatened with going off-air if he wasn't fired, she just declared "He stays, live with it." She's the whole package - amazing actress (and comedienne and producer!), kind and hilarious, and of course - beautiful! Just look at her - that smile! Those eyes! That charm!! Watch her in action if you can (they're too long to link here, but entire episodes of Life With Elizabeth are on youtube!), but honestly - her pictures alone are enough to make me swoon!

Jonelle Allen - (Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman) - Jonelle Allen plays a side character on Dr Quinn, the cook Grace, but she is more than capable of stealing scenes. Her dark, wide-spaced eyes are entrancing, and in her acting she makes great use of her elegant, expressive hands. Jonelle Allen began acting at four and distinguished herself on the stage, including Broadway, and is still acting (and now directing).

Master Poll List of the Hot Vintage TV Ladies Bracket

Additional propaganda below the cut

Betty White:

Have you seen her?? Look me in the eyes and tell me that Betty White's smile doesn't have the power to turn anyone's heart to mush. She looks adorable one moment, and can come up with the most out of pocket lines the next (all while still looking innocent about it). People know her best as Rose Nylund in The Golden Girls, of course, where she played the show's most naive character. But reportedly, Betty was actually the cleverest person on set. She didn't even have to learn her lines; reading the script once was enough for her, and she'd be able to remember any additional changes throughout the week without a problem. Which is pretty amazing if you ask me! Anyway, Betty is an icon. Her television career spanned seven (7!!!) decades, covering basically the entire tournament's time period (and then some!). She *almost* turned 100 and her outliving other celebrities was a Tumblr meme for ages. She had her own talkshow in the 1950s, for which she hired a female director, and had an African-American tap dancer (Arthur Duncan) as a regular cast member. When faced with criticism for the latter and the threat of being boycotted, Betty responded with "I'm sorry. Live with it" and gave Duncan *more* airtime. She was also the first woman to ever produce a sitcom (Life with Elizabeth) in which she played the lead, and looked absolutely stunning doing it. All in all: Betty was a badass, had a heart of gold, and she's absolutely stunning!

I think I might cry at how pretty she is honestly

that SMILE!!!

she's even pretty when she's not smiling... ahh...

some soft butch realness

she is marvelously bitchy as Sue Ann Nivens. please for the love of god watch these videos

Betty White / Sue Ann Moment #1: Coffee Experts Agree

Betty White / Sue Ann Moment #3: Massive Mudslides Wreak Havoc

Betty White / Sue Ann Moment #5: Have a Sexy Birthday

Jonelle Allen:

#vintage tv stars poll #tv ladies 2 #betty white #jonelle allen #Youtube