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The Get Down cast’s new projects

Yahya Abdul-Mateen II (Cadillac) – Abdul-Mateen co-stars in Baywatch, which dives into theaters this weekend, and he’ll share the screen with Zac Efron once again in the Hugh Jackman musical The Greatest Showman, which swings into theaters this December. Perhaps most significantly, the actor has been cast as Black Manta in James Wan’s Aquaman, which washes ashore on Dec. 21, 2018.

Shameik Moore (Shaolin Fantastic) – He’s going to be playing Miles Morales in Sony’s animated Spider-Man movie, which comes out on Dec. 14, 2018.

Justice Smith (Ezekiel ‘Books’ Figuero) – Books booked a role alongside Chris Pratt in the Jurassic World sequel, which is slated to take a big bite out of the box office on June 22, 2018.

Mamoudou Athie (Grandmaster Flash) – He co-stars in the Sundance sensation Patti Cake$, which will make some noise August 18. He also has roles in Brie Larson’s directorial debut Unicorn Store and the upcoming Kristen Stewart thriller Underwater.

Giancarlo Esposito (Pastor Ramon Cruz) – You’ll see him next month among the ensemble of Netflix’s original movie Okja, which received mostly positive reviews out of Cannes. He also has a supporting role in the new Maze Runner movie starring Dylan O’Brien.

Yolanda Ross (Ms. Green) – She pops up all too briefly in Ana Lily Amirpour’s The Bad Batch, which features Jason Momoa, Keanu Reeves and Jim Carrey, and she’s currently filming Rick Famuyiwa’s Showtime series The Chi.

Shyrley Rodriguez (Regina) – You’ll see her alongside John Boyega in Pacific Rim: Uprising.

Zabryna Guevara (Mrs. Cruz) – She has a role in the Sundance hit The Incredible Jessica Jones starring Jessica Williams.

Daveed Diggs (Adult Books) – He co-stars with Jacob Tremblay and Julia Roberts in Lionsgate’s adaptation of the YA novel Wonder, and he also has a role alongside Andy Samberg and Orlando Bloom in the HBO comedy Tour de Pharmacy. Diggs also lends his voice to the animated movie Ferdinand, and he just booked the lead role in the Snowpiercer TV series.

Skylan Brooks (Ra-Ra Kipling) – Brooks has a role in the award-winning Sundance drama Crown Heights starring Lakeith Stanfield, and he’s currently filming the sci-fi thriller The Darkest Minds with Amandla Stenberg, Mandy Moore and Gwendoline Christie.

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NEW STRONG BAD EMAIL

for the first time since friggin’ 2009, Strong Bad answers viewer mail!!!
(there was a sbemail 206, but he couldn’t really read the sbemail, as it was on a microwave)

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Today was my first time ever running in a sports bra. I was halfway through my run and I was winded and extremely hot and sweaty and ready to give up. I took a breather and decided to take off my shirt to cool off and it made a world of difference. I felt like a new runner afterwards. I’ve been self conscious my entire life about my stomach but I just had to keep reminding myself that most people don’t care what my stomach looks like because they’re too busy worrying about their own shit than if my stomach jiggles or not!! A big part of recovery for me is recognizing that my inner world and thoughts aren’t those of others. People don’t notice every little thing about me because they have their own lives and insecurities, so I should not let stupid worries stop me from living my life comfortably!!!

anonymous asked:

How did you build up running? When I run I lose my breath in like a minute. I'm not a runner but I'm trying to become one. Any tips

Sure! I got started running following the C25K, Couch to 5K program. It is a proven, nine-week program to help new runners gain strength, stamina and confidence. You run 3 days a week, for nine weeks and it works you up to a 5k (3.1 Miles.)

Here are some general tips for runners starting a new running plan.

  • Stretch out before and after and don’t skip the warm-up and cool down time. There are well worth the time and will help prevent injury.
  • Worry more about completion than pace. Speed will come with time.
  • Don’t compare yourself to other runners. Running is an individual sport and the only person you are competing with is yourself. 
  • I am convinced ½ of running is mental. Keeping a positive mental attitude is critical. If you are convinced you can do it, or if you are convinced you can’t you probably are right.
  • Consider signing up for a 5K, 90 days from now. Having a date in mind will keep you focused.
  • How are your shoes? If you can swing it, new shoes, fitted at a running store (not a shoe store) will make a world of difference.
  • Don’t make the same mistake I did and train solely on an elliptical and or treadmill. The Elliptical is easier than the treadmill and the treadmill easier than the road. If you train 100% of your time on a machine, you will be in for a surprise when you run the road.
  • Follow the 10% rule and never increase you miles by more than 10% / week. This will help you avoid injury. This won’t be an issue if you follow C25K or any other reputable training plan, as they consider this already.

Mostly just go do it. It will be hard at first, but if you follow C25K, it will ease you into it. Then you can start building to bigger and better things.

Good luck anon! You can do it!

Two Views Of Fantasy Warfare...

The D&D game is clearly rooted in the medieval warfare tradition. 

Soldiers wear chain-mail or plate armor, and they wield weapons such as swords and bows. 

Knights gallop across the battlefield on horses, and catapults bombard castle walls. 

Yet, the presence of fantastic creatures and magic supports a more modern kind of warfare, in which flying creatures provide air support, soldiers use camouflage or magic to hide themselves from enemies, and spells that affect a large area can devastate clusters of troops. 

It’s useful to think of D&D warfare as a continuum with historical medieval warfare on one end and modern warfare on the other end. 

Before you take your D&D game to the battlefield, decide where on that continuum you want your battles to be.

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I’m having a lot of emotions about the 13th Doctor being a woman, honestly.

Like, on one hand- super pretty, young, white, blonde lady, yeah not like the MOST progressive casting.

But like, holy shit, finally at least the Doctor isn’t a white British dude.

Fingers crossed that the new show runner and writers handle it well and Doctor Who becomes, like, fucking watchable again

Mister Leto

Jared Leto x Reader

Masterlist | Requests

Prompt: Hi, I was wondering if you could write me a more hardcore daddy kink Jared one-shot? I would love that so much

{A/N} This was fun. That is all.
Also, I know Jared was always, always in character for this film in particular, but it’s a Jared one shot, not a Joker one shot, so please bear with me!
xo 

Warnings: Hardcore daddy kink smut. More of a dream than a warning. Some cursing.


“Remember, three mocha macchiatos, one with soy, one with extra mocha, and one with an affogato shot. One mocha frap and a pink drink for Margot.”

It’s your first day at the studio for the new film Suicide Squad, and you’re interning as an assistant/runner on-site. You knew this would entail frivolous requests and long hours, but it looks good on a resume and that’s all you needed. 

“Yes, sir.” You tell the head of studio, who’s been gracious enough to help you take Starbucks orders.

“Hurry up!”

You head off, to the Starbucks on the lot for the tourists in a cafe area. You watch as people snap pictures of everything from the studio Starbucks to the large buildings that surround it. It’s your first day, and you can’t mess this up.

After a slight wait, you grab the drink trays and hightail it back to Studio B, almost tripping on yourself as you see the head of the studio speaking with Jared Leto himself. 

You heard rumors before that he didn’t speak to anyone, and that he stayed in character one-hundred percent of the time. He wasn’t completely in character yet, but he already looked the part. His hair was still brown, his brows weren’t gone yet, and he looked absolutely gorgeous. 

The nerves in your body are all sending signals to your stomach, and you inwardly become nervous. You have to go up to them, you have to interrupt their conversation with a drink. He has to notice you, at least a little. Sucking up the nerves, you pretend to be as confident as possible. He isn’t even here.. He isn’t even here, you tell yourself.

“Here’s your extra mocha macchiato, sir,” you butt in, not caring what they were talking about as you begin to carry on with your drink rounds. You hand them off to Will, Margot and the rest before realizing there are none left. A quick peek over your shoulder tells you Jared and the head of studio are still speaking and you immediately exhale through loose lips. Okay. I got this.

The clacking of your heels accompanies your smile as you stand next to them, keeping a polite distance while you await the direction of your next task. 

“Ah, there you are,” he says, “Jared, this is {Y/N}, the new runner.” 

His eyes meet yours and it’s like fire. Your entire body is begging for your permission to go limp. Quietly, you tell it to get a grip. His vascular arm extends towards you, his hand out to shake.

“I’m Jared, nice to meet you. It’s your first day and I already hear great things.”

Great things. You scream with joy internally.

His smile could kill you if you let it, but you still have work to do. Pulling yourself together, a smile graces your {F/C} lips. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, I look forward to taking orders from you,” you say.

“Oh yeah?” He smirks, eyes still on you.

A soft blush graces your {S/C} cheeks. Did he really just say that? Trying to stay professional, - and not lose your mind - you keep your composure the best you can. 

“Of course, Mr. Leto. It’s my job.”

His smirk turns into a smile now, and he nods his head with an impressed expression on his countenance. It’s like you’ve either passed a test, or failed it, and you’re unsure of which he preferred. 

They continue their conversation for just a few moments longer before Jared makes a request.

“Can I have her as my personal?”

Your eyelids flutter in shock at his strange request, the confusion written all over your features gives you away immediately.

“Sorry, let me explain. You’re the only one who’s done this job so far who’s gotten any praises from this guy,” he states, patting the head of studio on the back. As if that’s supposed to let you know that that was a good enough explanation.

The head of studio on the other hand, looked troubled, now. Concerning you, you stay quiet. 

“Jared, are you sure you want to do that, she’s so.. So new. I can’t-”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll teach her a few things.”

His tone is ice cool and yet lava hot. Is this some kind of game?

He sighs before giving in, something you guessed anyone would do for Jared, and shrugs. 

“She’s all yours. Try to go easy on her. And {Y/N}, consider yourself lucky. Jared never takes to the new assistants like this.”

And with that, he trotted off to go throw more comics at Margot.

The silence that followed was deadly. It was all too awkward for you as you kept your eyes on the studio head as long as humanly possible before he disappeared. What now? I’m his personal runner. And I should be lucky.

“So,” he starts, “It’s your first day and I know you have to be confused as hell right now.” 

You nod, suddenly finding ground to stand on when you realize he understands.

“Yes, Mr. Leto, I have no idea what I did.”

“Please, call me Jared,” he smirks, gesturing for you to follow him.

You follow beside him back to his dressing room. The walk is quiet though you hoped he’d explain a little more as to what you did to deserve such an honor. He opens the door for you and leaves it cracked once he follows, sitting down in the chair across from the mirror and picking up the script.

“Make yourself comfortable, it’s gonna be a little while,” he breathes a short laugh and you relax, moving swiftly to the couch and sitting down. 

You smooth out your skirt on the couch and politely look around, waiting, you guess, for the next task he’ll give you.

He leans into the mirror, grabbing an eyeliner pen and examining his face.

“What made you take this internship?” he asked.

“Oh, um..” You have to think, completely caught off guard by his small talk. Most jobs like this lent no room for questions, or really noticing the intern at all. “I’d love to work in the entertainment industry. Warner Brothers is my favorite, and I took the opportunity the moment I heard about it.”

He glides the pen under his eye, forming a small J.

“Do you like to act?” he asks, concentrating on his face. Though he sounds distracted, he also sounds like he’s only focused on you.

“I love acting.”

“Beautiful,” he says in a new tone. A Jokery, tone.

“I’m not very good at it, but-”

“No, you,” he says next.

“Oh.. Thank you, Mr. Leto.” You say softly, your {S/C} cheeks blushing as his eyes meet yours in the mirror. His stare is like paradise, and you could get lost in it forever. The small smirk that graces his lips as applies another ‘tester’ face tattoo for the role now is electrifying. A dose of heroin that any desperate junkie would find satiating. You feel the flower between your thighs dampening and look away, shifting in your seat on the couch.

Be professional, {Y/N}, you think. This is so unprofessional. At least he isn’t like this with the other interns… No. He’s just preparing for the role.. Relax-

In two seconds, you’re pressed against the backrest of the couch and he’s leaning over top of you before you even know what happened.

“Say it again,” he breathes, his expression a hard, desperate gaze as his mouth is slightly agape. You suddenly feel like his next meal rather than a new assistant. But the way his chest is silently heaving, and his fingers are gripping the back of the couch on either side of your head, you don’t care.

“Mister Leto..” You draw out, your voice just octaves away from a signature baby-voice, “Sir..”

“Oh… Yeah..” he says, rolling his neck back. “I have to admit, the moment I saw you, and how well you take orders.. I had to have you all to myself.”

Something about that entire sentence was so satisfying to you. The mere thought of being at Jared’s beck and call was more arousing than anything you’ve experienced before.

You chest rises and falls, the tops of your breasts tightening against your {F/C} strapless top under the blazer you wore. Reluctantly, you reach a hand up to touch his chest over the tank top he wore today. A hand grips around your wrist and it’s almost as if you expected it, a smirk subconsciously playing across your lips.

He leans in closer, his lips hovering over yours before moving slowly to your cheek, then your jaw, and settling just over your ear.

“First,” he rasps, “I want you to take that jacket off for daddy.. Can you do that for me, princess?”

You nod. Holy shit, is this happening? Your hands work at the buttons on your blazer with haste, not wanting him to come to his senses and change his mind. Sliding out of the jacket now, his eyes are on your every delicate movement. He can’t wait to change that- to twist your delicacy into rough submissiveness. 

“Good girl…” He says, bringing his hand to your waist and sliding it down to your hip. His touch is possessive, almost as though he’s hoping you won’t change your mind either. Your {E/C} eyes are fixated on his face, a jawline that could cut ice, lips perfectly shaped..

His hand glides further down, causing you to anxious now as a small laugh escapes him. He can tell you’re waiting for him to ‘scratch your itch,’ and he’s enjoying every moment of your new found desperation for him, and only him. 

Very softly, you feel his finger tips on the hem of your skirt, inching it up slowly as he presses his lips against your ear. 

“Do you want me, kitten?” he asks, his voice smooth.

“Yes..” your voice trails, leaving you breathless.

“Yes what, baby girl?”

“Yes, daddy..”

“If you don’t address me the way you’re supposed to, I’ll have to punish you,” he says, quickly standing back up in front of you.

In a whirl your earth has shattered, thinking you’ve made a huge mistake and now you’re left with nothing. On another hand, you notice the hard on in his jeans, and the dampness of his skin. He was holding himself back more than you thought. This could be fun..

“And just how do you expect to do that?” you ask, trailing your fingers now to the pushed up hem of your skirt, holding his stare.

“Don’t you dare,” he warns, his tone harsh. The sound of it floors you in all the best ways possible, and you slide your fingers further up, spreading your {L/T} legs and revealing your {F/C} thong to him.

“If your fingers even get close,” he says, reaching for his belt, “I’ll have no choice.”

“Maybe I don’t want you to have a choice,” you say, your brows lifting with a slight mocking tone as you let your fingers touch the damp, lacy fabric that barely covered your folds. You have no idea how far into this he could be, but you wanted him to push you to the end of the earth.

Before you know it, you’re being pulled onto your knees with a belt looped around your neck. The faux leather is warm from his own body heat, and a smirk plays across your lips as you realize you’re eye level with his crotch. Reaching out to undo his pants, he stops you with a yank of the belt.

“I told you, I’d have to punish you, princess,” he says, staring down at you, “I meant it.”

His free hand reaches down to undo his own pants, pushing them down with his boxers, swiftly revealing his hard cock to you. Your breath hitches at the sight. Fuck.. It’s so big.. Suddenly, you’re intimidated and excited. You can feel your own sweet spot throbbing as your brain disconnects from all reason, wanting nothing more than wrap your {F/C} lips around him. You lean forward, and pulls you back with the belt slowly.

“Nah, ah, kitten. You take daddy’s cock as he gives it to you, got it?” He says, moving just a little closer to you. You can’t handle the teasing. It was bad enough you wanted him inside of you, but now to wait to even get your mouth and even hands on it? He’s insane. But you love it.

“Yes, daddy..” You say, submitting just to get a little taste.

“That’s my girl,” he says, giving into his own desire as he allows you to take his member into your mouth.

Your eyes close just for a moment in savory of his most private and sensitive part in your care. Running your tongue over it, sliding it into your mouth further and sucking on it. He quickly became your own personal piece of candy. 

He groans, causing your eyes to open again, trailing back up to him. His head is bent back and you take pleasure in knowing it’s all because of you. 

“Fuck,” he grumbles under his breath before you feel his hands roughly gripping into your hair, holding your head still as he begins to thrust into your mouth, watching you take his cock like the good girl he expected you to be. A wicked smirk lightly dances on his features as he watches you choke and moan, your throat opening and closing around him. His groaning and thrusting is cut short when he notices your hand reaching for your own sex.

Immediately, he pulls you back by the belt, causing you to fall back against the seat of the couch.

“What daddy..?” You say, wiping some of the saliva from your lips with the back of your hand with a lipstick-smeared pout. “I can’t help it, I..” Your voice is tiny and pleading while you trail off, and your messy pout unhinges him more than even he’d like to admit.

“That’s my job, darlin’,” he says sternly, lifting his brows towards your hand and un-looping the belt from your neck, clearly out of breath.

“Bend over,” he commands, and you know it’s time you face your punishment.

You do as he says, the belt’s buckle shining from his hand excites you. Slowly, you open your knees ever so slightly as you bend over the couch. There’s a glint in his eye as he walks towards you, pulling off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. You bite your lip at the sight of his muscular build, he’s amazing. He’s amazing and you can’t wait to feel every inch of him that you can pounding into your now soaked core.

When he sits down, you whine. It’s as though your entire body is tingling with arousal. His hand makes contact with the back of your thigh and it sends a chill down your spine. A smirk is evident as he notices the goosebumps forming on your soft {S/C} skin.

He slides the fabric of your skirt over your ass with ease, letting his hand linger on it before pulling it away. He admires you like a kid who wants a new toy. Snapping the belt between his hands, he gives you no time to prepare before you feel the extreme stinging where the belt makes contact. 

“Oh, yeah..!” You blurt out, the stinging continuing five more times before he decides he can’t take it anymore.

“You like it when daddy punishes you, sweetheart?” he coos mockingly, grabbing your shoulder and pushing your face against the back of the couch.

“Yes.. God, yes,” you breathe as he unzips the back of your top and lets it fall, reaching to grope one of your breasts as his lips meet the nape of your neck.

“Tell me how bad you want me,” he says, trailing rough bites from your shoulder and down your back slowly.

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” you say, “Like the bad girl I am..”

“Mmm,” he groans, groping your ass now as he positions himself behind you, pulling your thong down to your knees and letting it fall around your heels.

“You are a beautiful sight..”

He slaps your ass, grasping onto it. Your back arches under his hand as he slides it up your back now.

“Don’t you wanna fuck me, Jared..?”

His hand comes down on your ass again, and he moves closer to you, allowing you to feel his warm cock against your slick entrance. Your body shudders as you try to push your sex back against him, try to feel him slide into your warmed entrance. Absolute desperation overcomes your mind and body. He pulls back just the amount that you try to take and slaps your ass again.

“Do I?” he asks as he does so, more rhetorical than anything.

“Fuck..” You groan as you feel his fingers sliding over your wetness now. He runs them back and forth carefully, teasing you in the worst way. Your throbbing clit can handle handle the faintest warm touch as rubs it in a small circle before sliding his slender finger back, dragging it down your thigh. 

“Look at that.. So fucking wet.. What do we say…?” His tone is a breathy growl while he digs his fingers into either side of your hips now. Dying to hear you beg, he can feel his own member throbbing as the head touches your entrance, teasing not only you, but himself. 

It’s painful almost, the way he touches you now. Your nerves are all shot, sensitively receptive to pleasure in everything he does. You need the ecstasy, and he needs to give it to you. 

“Please, daddy.. Please, give me that cock, I want you to make me cum..”

“Oh princess,” he starts, grabbing your hands and holding them behind your back. He works with the belt to bound your wrists together. “You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.”

With that, you feel his entire shaft pump into your dripping folds, kicking your leg open further with his foot. You can’t help but yell out in pleasure at the sudden rush of satisfaction. His thrusting is slow and deep, letting you feel everything you’ve been craving since the moment he had you pinned to the couch. 

Unable to move your hands, you bite into the back of the couch for a moment, moaning into it as your breathing grows heavier. You push back against him as much as you can, the sound of skin clapping together filling the spaces in between your moans. 

Jared reaches up and grabs hold of your {H/C} locks, yanking your head back with them as he speeds up.

“You’re such a good little girl for daddy, aren’t you? Taking this cock with no problem.”

You nod to the best of your ability and he breaks skin on your back with his nails, dragging them along your back and to your back, ending it with a swift slap on the ass.

“Mm, yes, Sir..” You moan, “You fuck so good, daddy, harder..”

You didn’t need to tell him twice as his hand grabs your wrists, pulling you up closer to him. His toned chest is damp with the sweat he’d broken from teasing himself with you. He pushes into you harder, hitting your g-spot with ease and bringing you near to tears at the pleasure he’s inflicting. His hand reaches around to grope your breasts as the other remains holding your bound hands.

Your legs grow weak under the rest of your body as his throbbing cock fills you and he holds you up. In the sultriest of manners, he brings his hand from your breasts to your neck, squeezing it as he nibbles on your ear, growling into it.

“Don’t you fucking cum without my permission, princess. You stay nice and fucking hot for daddy.”

“Mm, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out for you..” You say, your voice rugged and uneven as he continues thrusting, going deeper than he had been before. The pressure on your g-spot is indescribable, and the feeling welling up in you is dying to be released. Unable to keep quiet, your moans turn to small yells as you gasp for air.

He enjoys doing this to you thoroughly, and he wants nothing more than for you to break the rules. Seeing you such a mess at the feeling of himself inside of you is something he doesn’t want to end. His fingertips meet your swollen clit now, every circular caress eliciting waves of pleasure. It isn’t until he presses down hard and lets himself go that you catch the brink of your own orgasm.

“Oh, fuck.. Faster!” You yell, knowing you can’t keep your release away any longer as you feel your walls start pulsating fervently around his thick shaft in sweet lustful euphoria. You lower yourself onto him as much as you can, carnal instinct taking over, making taking his cock as deep and as hard as you can the only thing that matters in your world. Going weak at the knees, Jared is the only thing keeping you upright as you ride out your orgasm. 

He groans into your ear, his hand gripping onto your neck even tighter as he thrusts faster, losing himself in you as he cums.

“You’re daddy’s little slut, huh? Making me cum like this..” His breathing is as wild as the pumping he’s doing. His eyes roll back, and though you can’t see it, you know he’s wrapped up in the same bliss you are as he rasps your name like it’s the only thing he knows. 

“Oh Jared..” You groan as a few hard, deep thrusts follow, allowing you to once again savor ever inch of him just as you wanted. Your mouth is slightly agape, and your hair is tangled slightly over your face as you take pleasure in knowing you’ve satisfied him entirely.


A small gasp is all you can manage once he slows down and pulls out. Not wanting to look as spent as you feel, you take hold of the couch again, trying to gather yourself before sliding your skirt back over your thighs.

“I didn’t say I was done with you, baby girl,” you hear him say, your only reaction being to turn around with a blank expression as you zip your shirt back on. 

“You came before I told you to,” a smirk plays on his lips now as he zips and buttons his pants back up. “You broke a very important rule. And if I didn’t have to get on set to read through, I’d punish you all over again right now.”

He’s a sight to see as you let yourself truly look at him. The post-sex glow he’s got makes him look like a god, and seeing him so disheveled only makes you want him all over again as your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“I couldn’t help it, Mr. Leto,” you say again, poking fun at your prior professionalism. “You didn’t bother making it very easy for me.”

He steps in front of you, his closeness providing you with a sense of safety now while his own eyes behold you in all your beauty. How perfect you still look though he’s happily ruined your makeup and wrinkled your clothes. You give an innocent smirk, handing over your still damp thong at the end of your finger tip to him. He takes your panties and smirks quickly before you’re met with another harsh touch- his fingers on either side of your jaw. It’s not nearly as rough as he’d just handled you, but just as full of desire. His lips meet yours with the same urgency, kissing you so completely and relentlessly that it takes your breath away.

Your eyes flutter open slowly after he breaks the kiss. A smile graces your features while the tips of your {F/C} nails brush against your lips. He replaces them with his own thumb, dragging it down your lower lip almost carefully now.

“Just wait till I get my hands on you again, {Y/N}.”

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Cheating: Jackie and Kelso vs. Jackie and Hyde

A Semi-Essay

Before I begin, I’m not counting anything that happens in season 8 as canon since that mess was created by new show-runners who didn’t understand or respect the characters.

Though what Hyde does toward the end of season 5 is in no way excusable, it isn’t in the same league as what Kelso does.

Kelso cheats on Jackie repeatedly (with Laurie, a girl from Sacred Heart, and a bunch of “random beach trash”) out of lust. He does this for months and constantly lies about it.

What Hyde does isn’t so much as cheat on Jackie as break-up with her by sleeping with that nurse. One person. Once. Out of anger and pain, not lust. And he tells Jackie about it immediately. Further, he accepts responsibility for it.

Hyde’s act is a passive-aggressive and indirect way of telling Jackie, “We’re done.” He has no intentions of stringing her along afterward. He could have been really malicious and lied about it, slept with a ton of other women, and kept Jackie as his girlfriend only to tell her, months later, “Hey, I’ve been cheating on you this whole time, same way you’ve been cheating on me with Kelso.” But he doesn’t.

If he hadn’t learned about Fez’s sex dream, he probably would’ve told Jackie, “I caught you and Kelso fooling around on the couch. Just wanna let you know I fooled around with a nurse last night, so we’re even – and we’re over.”

Kelso, on the other hand, continues sleeping with Jackie and claims monogamy while sleeping with Laurie (and that girl from Sacred Heart). He would’ve kept it going as long as he could have. And, as we know from “The Pill,” he doesn’t use condoms. I hope Jackie insisted after that episode that he do so because STD-city.

And once he is caught, he spends one week crying over her and attempting to get her back. Then he parades his relationship with Laurie in front her and lets Laurie burn her mercilessly. Adding insult to injury. It takes him months to take responsibility for what he’s done. Then, months later, he rescinds that apology and blames her for his behavior.

Moreover, when including everything else about Jackie and Kelso’s relationship vs. Jackie and Hyde’s relationship outside what broke each of those relationships up? It’s no contest.

During Kelso and Jackie’s relationship:

  • Kelso constantly “paws” at her for sex,
  • and she eventually “gives in” to make him shut up.
  • She wants him to hold her without sexual advances, but he’s just not willing to do it.
  • Jackie buys Kelso presents constantly,
  • and the money she gives him to get her presents, he spends on toys for himself.
  • Kelso uses her as a human shield.
  • He shoves her aside at their burnt-out middle school when the window slams shut and abandons her.
  • He intends to use her potential win for Miss Dairy Princess to get himself other women.
  • He strands her at work (several times) for various frivolous reasons, to watch cartoons.

The list goes on, but I’ve given enough examples. *lol*

Hyde, however:

  • gives Jackie safe place to sleep (in his cot) for weeks without sex being part of the equation.
  • He protects her from someone who could very well be a date-rapist (Chip).
  • He goes to jail in her place.
  • He takes her to Prom when a) he supposedly hates her and b) definitely hates proms, but he puts her needs above his own.
  • He generally supports her after she breaks up with Kelso for cheating.
  • He defends her against Kelso consistently.
  • He teaches her a very personal self-protection mechanism, which in effect makes him vulnerable to her.
  • He supports her against Eric.
  • He tries to protect her from Fez’s neediness (in “Jackie Moves On”).
  • He talks to Donna so that Jackie has a more permanent place to live.
  • He gives Jackie a very personal birthday present; he doesn’t have much, but he gives her what he can.
  • He teaches her how to play chess.
  • He engages her mind on a deep level.
  • He encourages and empowers her to be independent (“The Crunge”).
  • He often puts himself in uncomfortable situations to make her happy (“The Girl I Love,” “Christmas,” etc.).

Again, the list goes on, and these are plenty of good examples.

So, yes, Kelso and Hyde both screwed up. But, on the balance, Jackie and Hyde’s relationship is far more healthy than Jackie and Kelso’s ever was.

Imagine Jared letting it slip that you’ve been together for very long during an interview.

“Who is…” Conan laughed softly “I think I know the answer to this, myself. Who is (Y/n)’s favorite character?”

You laughed, your head hanging in shame as Ryan laughed next to you and you glanced to see Harrison chuckle softly to himself “Conan what did I ever do to you?!” you exclaimed as the host laughed.

“No, seriously nothing!” he raised his hands “I didn’t choose this questions, I swear!” he laughed, leaning back in his chair and you bit your lip, glancing to your right to see your husband already scribbling his answer on his small white board with a wide adorable smile on.

Husband, well, in secret. The amount of people that knew about it, considering that you were both famous, was surprisingly small especially since you’ve been together for a good six years. But you loved keeping it low, just enjoying the privacy and being just the two of you without your relationship being all over the media. Not that all this quiet didn’t have it’s drawbacks, you couldn’t go for a walk just holding hands like most couples.

“Why must I get all the embarrassing questions?” you asked, practically at nobody as you looked at the audience.

“Uh uh you must write your answer!” Ana said with a smirk and you tried to glare at her but you just couldn’t keep your smiled off your face.

“You already know it, what’s the point?” you huffed as Ryan laughed more to your left. You hit him on the side with your elbow but he didn’t stop, so you just tried to give him the meanest “I hate you” you could muster but he just brushed it off.

“I hate this game already.” you muttered, writing your own answer.

“Alright, ready?” Conan asked as you all gave him nods.

You were playing a game of questions to see how well you knew each other while promoting your new movie, Blade Runner 2049. You were very surprised when you first found out you would be getting to chance not only to work with such amazing actors and directors, not only your husband but also be his love interest in it. That alone made the number of people that shipped accelerate to a great amount, to the point that during the movie’s premiere your shipping name was trending on twitter along with the title of the movie itself.

“Yep, I’ll go first!” Ana said with an excited smile , she was included in the few people that knew about you and Jared, after she had walked in on the two of you in his trailer that is “Mr Neander Wallace.” she said with an accent, grinning as you laughed at her.

“Alright, Harrison?” Conan asked and with a smirk the man turned his own white board.

“Mr Wallace.” he said, glancing at Ryan.

“Neander.” the younger man said with a grin and you gave him a look, because he loved teasing the life out of you about it.

“Jared?” Conan asked and the moment your husband turn his board he broke into a wide childlike grin, closing his eyes.

“Me!” he exclaimed, glancing at you “I mean, yeah Neander as well but we all know-” he put a suggestive look on his face “It’s all actually me!” and he gave you a playful wink that truth was he actually meant, but maybe it seem all comical.

You scoffed, laughing with a shake of your head at him as the crowd cheered at the two of you “Alright, yeah it’s Neander.” you smiled shyly, shrugging as you turned your own board.

“Yes!” Jared cheered, raising his fist in the air and you giggled as the audience went on with encouraging you. Oh if only they knew.

“Yeah, I was gonna vote for that as well!” Conan chuckled, checking his next question as you whipped off the name from your board.

“I was going to say your lovely hubby, but that seemed too straightforward.” Jared leaned in to whisper in your ear and you chuckled, giving him a look.

Oh how many times you were going to see the photo or video of this moment on instagram in a few hours. It seemed like the smallest thing the two of you did would go either viral, like that first video of you two, or moments in interviews like this.

“And the next one is for Jared.” Conan said, gaining your attention “What is Jared’s… favorite scene?”

“My favorite scene.” Jared mumbled as he thought about it.

“What could your favorite scene be?” Ryan asked, glancing at Jared.

“Does it have to include him or not?” Harrison asked and Conan shrugged.

“Anything, just his favorite scene. Whether he is in it or not.” he said and Harrison looked down at his board in thought.

“My favorite scene.” Jared mumbled again “My favorite. My fave-”

You were in deep thought as well, trying to think of something until it dawned on you, and probably him because he stopped. You looked up, your back straight and face already red “No!” you exclaimed, seeing the grin already spread on his face “No, hell no!”

“No, Conan!” you pointed at him with your marker “Stop, nope. Skip. Skip, we ain’t answering that. No. Cut. Enough, nada. Nopity nope! Skip, skip!” your voice came out squeaky as somewhere in between Jared started laughing and you saw your costars smile knowingly.

“No, forget it! Skip, skip!” you shook your head stubbornly as even more people from the audience realized it was probably the heated bed scene you two had in the movie before you character ran away.

“He’s not answering that, he’s not-” you looked at your husband who had a mischievous smile on his face “Jared Joseph Leto I swear if you dare answer that question you are sleeping on the couch!” you had never used that threat, because you were nothing like most couples, but he always found it amusing to see you act like this.

The audience didn’t get it, neither the host, but your costars did and everybody laughed. You husband almost to tears “That’s-” he whipped away a tear as he looked at you with a wide grin before glancing at the crowd that calmed down.

“This-” he said with such pride “Is just why I married this woman!” he exclaimed, as he looked at you full of love and before you could even look fully surprised, he grabbed your face and kissed you; making the audience go wild.