so i was gonna finish S1 before starting my liveblogging for S2,, but then i realized that i can’t watch anything and keep myself from commenting. so here we go, my MHA dub commentary for episode 1 of S2
tbh i’m not too impressed with the opening?? i feel like it’ll grow on me tho, but it doesn’t get me all pumped like the last one did
okay seriously Toshi did you have to send Gran Torino a 5 page essay on why you made Izuku your successor
like i get it he was your teacher but you don’t have to send him essays explaining why you did what anymore
(i know it’s for recap but it makes me laugh)
it is really cute how proud he is of Izuku tho, i love that. what a proud dad
so that’s how the anime watchers find out about Toshi’s real name? is that how it was in the manga?? when did we learn about his real name anyway, i don’t actually know
so does Gran Torino just hang out around his run down apartment in his hero outfit even tho he’s retired, or
that was a 6 minute long recap, which is pretty hefty. but it is the first ep of S2 after a long hiatus, so i’ll let it slide
“Men in their 20′s or 30′s” so that’s the age range they assume Shigaraki’s is at… i always assumed he was a little over 20 myself tbh
also sorta belated, but once again i love All Might’s dub voice
i enjoy Snipe’s weird cyborg voice thing
Blood King’s voice reminds me of a bulldog. which. well he has a pet bulldog i think??? it fits
“He has the personality of a spoiled little brat. a man-child” this just makes me laugh
Alrighty, so after seeing the premiere for the new season, I have to say…
Despite some minor reservations, I enjoyed it as much as I hoped I would! Here’s some of the thoughts and impressions I had: (And I’ll try not to be too spoilery)
-Right off the bat they’ve already nailed the cheap DIY feel of the original show, just with a bit more polish and larger scope. -Slightly disappointed that they’re filming it at 24fps instead of sticking with the shot-on-video look, but they probably did that to avoid “telecine jidder” when showing the movies, among other reasons. -Jonah’s character seems to get dropped right into the premise of the show and so far there’s little to nothing connecting it with the end of Diabolic. A little concerning, but I remember hearing how Bobo And Brain Guy will be returning as some point, so perhaps there’ll be more of a connection showing up later on. -New theme song isn’t half bad, and what little I’ve seen the new Mads so far (Felica and Patton), they seem too play off each other really well. -*deep breath* I LOVE CROW’S NEW VOICE!!! Hampton’s version of Crow seems to take from both Trace and Bill, the voice somewhere between both of them and the personality leaning towards Trace, and I totally love it <3 The new Servo is damn good as well, and most importantly he can sing like hell. -Yes, Crow and Servo’s arms work now! ‘Bout time if you ask me. -Not sure where I stand on Jonah right now, but overall he’s pretty good. He gets the job done and maybe I’ll warm up to him more as I see more episodes. -Gypsy, hmm, it’s gonna take some some time to get use to her new voice, but she’s not bad. Hope she gets more of a presence on the show this time. -Host segments range from decent to really good. There’s a catchy musical number, and also a segment involving Servo that fits right in with the old show. -The movie choice for the first ep is excellent and perfect riffing fodder. I also like seeing the widescreen shadowrama in the theater. -Jonah and the bots all interact with the screen a little more, I personally found it kinda cute. Vaguely reminded me of some of the sight gags from Joel’s Cinematic Titanic. (which I still think is pretty underrated) -Also the riffing is…pretty darn great to be honest! It’s a lot more rapid-fire then previous seasons and there’s hardly a dull moment. That said however… -I think the one significant issue I have (and apparently I’m not alone on this) is that the pacing & timing of the riffing could use some work, because much of the time it sorta feels like the riffing is a bit overstuffed. They’re saying riffs really fast and sometimes it’s difficult to match the jokes to what’s on screen, and sometimes the jokes come almost a little too early. Despite all that it’s still really good riffing,
it’s not a huge deal for me but I just have to be a little more attentive when watching. Hopefully they’ll learn to add some more breathing room to the riffs as the season goes on. -Last but not least, the new ending theme is amazing. Seriously, it is epic
So overall, I think this is a rock-solid premiere for the new MST3K. Sure there’s lots of new things to adjust to, but there’s lots of ways this could’ve been worse and what I’ve seen so far is very promising.
MST3K is back, baby. Bring on the rest of the season!
All 182 of you lovelies. (Even the robot spam blogs that follow me).
My 15 year-old brother is kinda going through a rough time because he’s, you know…in high school…and he’s not feelin too great about himself. He is a bass singer in choir at school and in two professional, nationally recognized jazz bands. He’s really mad that he’s not a tenor, though. He thinks people (girls are who he’s most concerned about) are only attracted to high singing voices. Can you all please give this a like or reblog if you love it when someone has a super deep voice? Doesn’t matter what gender or sexuality you are. I keep trying to tell him deep voices are awesome and attractive. He won’t listen. Do me a solid?
When things become too much, it’s okay to rely on friends. You’re not worthless for needing help once in a while.
Likewise, if you do want to try and do something on your own, but you fail, that doesn’t mean you need to stop trying. Progress at your own pace.
If you don’t have a petite or traditionally “cute” body, it’s nothing to be ashamed of. You can still aim for a “cute” appeal and pull it off should you want to.
If you’re a girl with a deep voice, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.
There will be people who find that cool and appealing as well.
Likewise, if you’re a boy with a light voice, the same rule applies.
If you’re a boy, there’s nothing wrong with liking or even preferring to wear skirts and dresses, real friends and loved ones will accept you.
A girl can dress “like a prince” and court a “princess” regardless of the two of them being the same gender.
As the last two points suggest, the general concept of “having to dress and act an expected way” is thrown out the window in favour of your own comfort and wishes.
Never be afraid to try something you’ve never tried before. Even if you don’t think you’ll be good at it.
Just because someone is an adult and you should listen to them, doesn’t mean they can’t be wrong about something they say or think.
Some arguments have no winners, just people that mutually have to realize their pointless actions are hurting those around them. Don’t let the need to be “right” get in the way of being good to each other.
Basically what I’m saying is, PriPara is a very good show that I wish kids all over the world could watch. I would have gone into more exact details but I don’t want to spoil the actual series.
But wow, I really love how PriPara deals with gender norms. From having multiple deep voiced ladies, some going so deep I was just frozen in place from hering them the first time, to the entire character of Leona West, my precious anime son who loves dresses and skirts.
Please watch PriPara, I know the fact that it’s at 100+ episodes can be off-putting at first, but it’s worth it. I can promise you that list of stuff gets long as that was merely from my own memory - and I’ve not even watched half of the episodes yet (though a few of these points are from later episodes that I dug into early).
Inktober Day 24 | Mr. Trust Fund Kid | Done with the bowtie quartet! Finally I’m taking deep story now <3 Aiming for Jumin’s route but Seven is being flirty all the time I can’t– hurt him– ;; v ;; I really love Jumin’s deep voice btw. Like. Gawd.
Anyway, sorry for the dark picture– the electricity is down right now so it’s the brightest photo I can take :/
NOTE: All of this is completely fictional. The male lead is only being used for physical appearance.
Warning: Sexual Content (If you are uncomfortable with this topic and the use of ‘daddy’ sexually & other mature topics please do not read)
“I want to take you shopping,” Harry murmured to you as he kissed your slippery shoulder. You nodded as the soothing water hit your body; his hands running down your sides, caressing you gently. You leaned your head back on his strong shoulder as he turned off the water.
“Go get ready, I have to make a few calls. Wear that baby-doll pink dress I bought you as well.” Once again you nodded and walked into the large closet Harry had made sure the apartment had had when he purchased it for you.
You very obedient and it paid off. Anything you wanted you got; you knew the rules and you didn’t dare break them on purpose. Everything resulted in punishment that’s what you knew for sure.
After putting on the required dress, you put on the nude heels, the ones he bought, and finished off with your hair and makeup. Everything was done the way he liked and also because you wanted to please him. The more innocent you looked the more it got him worked up and you would be lying if it didn’t work in your favor at the end of the day.
You walked out of the room and over to where Harry was standing, yelling at some innocent worker over the phone. He turned around you and assessed your outfit and nodded. You beamed over to him and he shot you a smirk as he continued his yelling over the phone.
You walked over and sat down at the counter and waited patiently for him to be finished. You paid little to no attention to what he was saying just that he looked angry when he got off of the phone. He walked over to where you were standing and stood in front of you, running his hands through his hair.
“We don’t have to go today, we could just stay in,” you offered but he shook his head.
“I said we’re going out so we are.” He snapped as he took your hand as you got down from the high stool. You straightened your dress as you walked over to the table to grab your phone and bag, all gifts he had gotten you.
You noticed Harry was back on the phone outside so you locked up the apartment and followed him as he walked over to his car.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it! Just get it fucking done,” he spat and your eyes widened. You loved when he cursed just not when he was angry as his anger made the words stand out more. You stayed silent as he opened the door for you and you got in. You watched from the window as he ended the call and took a deep breath before he got into the drivers seat.
The drive was silent as you watched trees fly by as he drove his luxury sports car down the road. You jumped as Harry took your hand from your lap in his, slowly rubbing his thumb in circles.
“I’m sorry about all the phone calls. I’m divorcing her, it will be finalized in a few days time. She wants this as much as I do,” your mouth dropped open and your breathing picked up. You didn’t know what to say; you had known Harry was unhappy and he wanted someone to take his mind off of things. Thankfully it was just the two of them and that there we’re no children in the middle.
You hadn’t known you were the other woman for a long time after the two of you had been together. When you did he told you that only you mattered and that he was wanting to divorce her for a long time before he met you. Meeting you had solidified the fact he wanted one, well that’s at least what he had said, even if you were 13 years his junior.
“Did I tell you how much I love that dress on you baby girl? I really do,” his deep voice sent shivers straight to your core and he knew it as well. He put your hand on his thigh and you got the hint of what he wanted you to do. You slowly started to stoke his clothed thigh and you watched as his grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Just as you were about to reach in and grasp him he pulled up to Harrods and stopped the car. He gave you a look that said to continue on. You popped the button on his slacks and reached in, pulling his length out. You ran your delicate fingers over his length slowly, antagonizing him. When you finally wrapped your hand around him a hiss escaped his plump lips.
You wiped the pre cum from the tip and used that as a lubricant as you pumped him up and down, finding a smooth rhythm. You squeezed him just a bit harder and he thrusted into your hand at a fast rate telling you he was close. You dropped your hand and he looked at you like you were crazy before you enveloped him in your mouth.
A low moan passed through his lips and his hands went straight to you hair, gripping on the strands roughly. He lifted his hips and continuously hit the back of your throat making you gag around him. One particular thrust was harder and when your throat clenched around his length you felt his seed shoot out and the hot liquid run down your throat, completely filling your mouth.
He lifted up your head you wiped the corners of your mouth as you fixed your hair.
“Your such a good baby girl, daddy will take care of you today.” You reached into your purse to get some gum as he opened your door. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you walked into the store. He immediately waved a representative over and started to order them around, having them pull only the finest clothes they had to offer. The one woman directed you to the sitting area right in the fitting room area and told you both to please wait as the did as asked.
He pulled you to sit on his lap as the sales associates ran around the store following his orders. He lips made their way to your neck, sucking lightly, as his hands rubbed your thighs and one hand made its way under your dress. Harry was not shy with doing things in public but you were still shy about it.
You stilled as he hand went further under and brushed over your panties; panties that had Harry’s entails stitched on the fine material. He rubbed you lightly, just enough to tease you and make you lightly moan and lean down further for more.
“Not yet baby girl, I promise we’ll have fun. You made me very happy earlier.” He went back to making marks on your neck as you leaned more into him. It surprised you how fast you had gotten used to all of this; he offered you the world and you were thankful for it.
The sales associate made an appearance and coughed lightly. Your eyes widened as Harry removed his hand discreetly and put your hair back to cover your neck.
“We have picked out several pieces Mr. Styles and have gotten the item you specially asked for.” Harry nodded and prodded your back so you could look.
“Try it all baby girl, give me a little fashion show.” He said to you and you eagerly stood up and looked back at him with wide eyes.
“Harry it’s so much,” you couldn’t call him daddy with a bunch of strangers around and he looked annoyed with their presence.
“I want you gone, if you follow orders I’ll make sure you get your commission. No one is to come to this section of the store, are we clear?” He put out a small smirk as she grew flustered.
“Yes of course sir, of course!” With that she ran off to the other end of the store. Personal shoppers were always eager to please their big customers.
“I want to see everything you try on. I had them throw a few things in their for my pleasure so I want to see them on you. “ You nodded and went to the dressing room where the woman had placed everything. You slipped off your clothes and picked up the first item, another dress to add to growing collection.
“What do you think daddy?” You asked as you walked out in the short little white number.
“Perfect,” he said as he leaned back further and looked you up and down, smiling at the dress that would at one point end up on your floor. “Put your hair up, I want to see my marks on you,” he added as you slipped back behind the curtain.
You followed his directions and continued to try on clothes and show him. When you were finished with all of the clothes you saw he had lingerie picked out as well.
It was made from the finest material and with price tags that made you head spin. As much as you wanted it all you couldn’t let him spend all of this. You peeked your head out of the corner and looked over to Harry with a small pout on your lips.
“What is it baby girl? Why aren’t you coming out?” He questioned you. You shifted on your feet and looked down.
“Daddy… I can’t let you buy all of this for me it’s way too expensive.” You watched as Harry’s expression hardened.
“We’ve been over this, nothing is ever too expensive. I have money and I want to treat my baby girl, now get changed.” You nodded and changed into the expensive set that was laid out for you. You also noticed a box of heels that were set along side it.
You slipped the black heels on your feet and looked in the mirror, gasping at how sexy the provocative number looked on you. The white lace overset your skin and the shoes contrasted the material color.
You took a deep breath and walked out of the room to face Harry. You smiled over at him as you modeled the number for him. You decided to tease him and you turned so your back was to him, bending over so he could get a look at your arse. You could hear him as he stood up and walked over to you. He pulled you back into the dressing room and began to take the set off of you.
“Daddy doesn’t like being teased. I think you need a punishment don’t you baby girl?” Thinking about daddy giving you a punishment made your core throb painfully and your breathing pick up.
“I’m going to tease you like you teased me, if you come the punishment will only get worse at home. I’m going to make sure you stay quiet.” He warned you and took off his tie before gently tying it around your head and placed it in your mouth to act as a gag. Without any warning he plunged two of his fingers into your soaked core. You moaned against his tie as his other hand fondled your breast. He picked up his pace and just as you were about to come he pulled his fingers out of you and put them in his mouth.
“You always taste so good for daddy baby girl. The rest of your punishment is being saved for home. Now get dressed, you’ve left me incredibly hard.” He took his tie out of your mouth and walked out of the dressing room leaving you flustered for daddy.
Well this all escalated quickly! Let me know your thoughts on this one… I’m not even sure where mine are. I might continue on with this not too sure!
REQUESTS are open so please send one in and I’ll see what I can do for you!
Hi guys, I had a lot of requests for more Eric fics so here we are! I was asked to do an Eric/Tris one so here it is. Hope you like it.
(Also I am well aware Tris is not like this but I played around with her personality for he sake of the fic ok?)
Mature rating, sexual content.
Making sure everyone is dead asleep; I grab my boots and head out to the training area. There is no way in hell I am not making it into Dauntless, I need to use every spare minute to get some practise in. It’s pretty late and no one’s around so I’m pretty sure I won’t get caught, even if I do what are they going to do? Take points off me for putting extra work in? Well actually, if its Eric he probably would. I seriously don’t know what his problem is. He does everything he can to annoy me and to put me down, he is such an ass. He’s also really hot…but an ass. I really love his tattoos though, and his voice is so deep and so smooth..ugh STOP. He’s a dick. Training. Focus on the training.
I flick the lights on in the punch bag area and grip my hair back. I start slow, pacing my actions and get faster and harder. I guess I’m kind of weak in the physical sense since i’ve never really done any work to build up muscle. Some of the guys have been helping me out though, running through a few good muscle building exercises with me.
After about half an hour of heavy punching, my knuckles start to turn purple with bruising. Ouch. This training is ruthless. I’m getting stronger though, I can feel it. I have to make it here, I cant be factionless. No way.
I take a deep breath and go again. Faster this time, putting all my efforts in, focusing on the target. Focusing so hard in fact, I don’t notice when someone walks up behind me.
“SHIT!” I swear my heart pops out my chest. Partly from being scared to death, partly because I know that deep voice. Eric. Great.
“What are you doing out here?” I ask him breathlessly.
“I could ask you the same question, initiate.” He stares at me hard.
“Well what does it look like?” I ask him, rolling my eyes.
“It looks like you’re weak.” He smirks. Ugh.
I sigh and turn back to the punching bag and start hitting again and I can still feel him watching me. After a while he huffs and walks over, grabbing me by the waist and putting me in a position so im in front of him, holding me in place. I can feel myself burning up from his touch and im pretty sure my cheeks are pink.
“Your form is all wrong. You’ll throw a better punch if you put all your weight behind it, see?”
“And why are you showing me this? Im surprised you haven’t deducted points for my extra efforts.”
He smirks, taking off his jacket and throwing it over a bench. “Im not an ass all the time ya know. Here, let me show you some stuff.”
He takes my position in front of the bag and starts punching. When he gets going I can’t help but notice how his muscles tense, and how as he hits harder, his skin starts to shine with a slight sweat and veins start to appear down his arms, leading to his hands. Man his hands are big. I find myself getting flustered at his appearance and it only gets worse when he starts letting out throaty growls each time he hits the damn bag. Eventually he stops and turns to me breathlessly, gesturing for me to take his place. He looks so aggressive, but smirks when he realises ive been staring at him for god knows how long.
“Like what you see Tris?”
Oh wow. How did I know he was going to be vain? I roll my eyes, trying to hide a smirk of my own and stand as he told me to. Again he comes behind me, putting me in position. His hands take up most of my waist and..my god he is so close. I can feel his breath on my neck what is he doing. Focus Tris. His grip on my waist tightens as he moves me around and my breath hitches un expectantly at the contact. I start to burn up again and he notices, I can nearly feel his damn smirk against my neck.
I turn around and glare at him and he laughs. He actually laughs at me.
“What the hell are you playing at Eric?” I quiz him. First he’s an ass and then he randomly pops up in the middle of the night to start near on groping me and breathing down my neck. I mean yes I have thought about moments like these with him but..
“Whats up Stiff? Dont know how to have a little fun?”
“Oh and you do Eric?”
He steps closer to me again, inches away from my face. His lip curls to one side. “Why don’t we find out?”
I don’t even get chance to think about what he means when his hands are on my back and his lips are on mine. I fight it at first but then realise the feeling is too good, and I run my hands up his muscular arms and around his neck. He takes it as an invitation and runs his tongue along my bottom lip, pushing roughly into my mouth. It gets more heated and he gets rougher, breaking away only to pick me up by my thighs and sit me on the bench, and then kissing back down my neck. I shouldn’t be doing this. I know I shouldn’t but I don’t want to stop. He undoes the button on my trousers and pulls them down my legs, sitting with his legs on either side of the bench, and spreading mine to do the same. He pushes me to lay down and his large hands run up my thighs to my pants, rubbing over the already soaked material. He pushes them to the side and slides a finger over my opening and starts to rub on my throbbing clit. I groan and push my hips up wanting more. He dips his head between my thighs and runs a tongue over my heat. I bite on my hand to stifle my moans as he pushes one finger in, then two, tongue still lapping around my bud. He thrusts faster and harder and I clutch his hair with one hand, earning a throaty moan from him.
As I feel myself getting closer, I hear the faint sound of someone coming down some stairs and panic.
“Eric!” He stays totally calm and I feel him smirk against me. His pace quickens and I feel my insides tighten as I climax. I bite down on my hand again to stop myself from crying out in pleasure. Although I want to carry on with him, I hear someone getting closer and I quickly get up and fasten up my trousers. He laughs at my panicked state and pulls my close, getting to my ear.
“Dont worry, we can continue another time”. He whispers, before turning me around and pushing me off in my direction, smacking my behind. I yelp and walk off quickly, turning round to smirk at him before he disappears.
He really is an asshole. But an asshole who knows how to work his hands.