Back to "you see, (bull plot twist) -> no actually, I made you think that when in actuality I (more plot twist) -> ha, you may think that, but I knew this in advance so I (elaborate plot twist)" and repeat for about 60 more chapters to drag it out.
On a side note, its nice to see a character that's said to be one of the strongest in the verse like James taking note of his weakness during fights and doing his best to avoid getting his legs caught else it'll "be over" (though I doubt that's even the case. I also doubt Tom stabbing him or him losing too much blood would even have an impact, knowing how fight scenes in Lookism are and James seems like a very important character).
But one thing I don't get is how James didn't know how Tom's hand is a prosthetic? Like wouldn't he know stuff like this? Maybe I just thought this would be common knowledge or this fact would be shared by someone to James (whether it's Goo -> James / Changsu -> Kitae -> James / Changsu -> James / Charles -> James bc he taught the dude, etc) to better prepare the fight between them.
Maybe James just got too cocky to prepare some info? Maybe he was "out of practice" or something after years of barely fighting or not getting to fight those who are equal to/around the level his strength? I don't remember the last time he fought aside from where he was a teenager during Vin Jin's backstory arc and when Jaegyeon confronted, so cmiiw idk bull about James lol.
I totally, definitely forgot that poor baby boy, OCiel lost his sight in this arc or maybe I never realized that that's actually the case? If he really did completely lose his sight then how did he know that Finny is the kid? How did he know which side Finny was on the bed and grabbed him? How did he know that Sebastian was an adult and brushed off his hand? Was it all his intuitions and Sebastian's adult voice that made him realize that Sebastian was an adult while finny was a kid? I thought that his vision was foggy and hazy but not exactly gone :3.
credit to @controlmyfeet for sending me the meme (thats now deleted) that inspired this and credit to @wiintring who posted it.
“Why’re you ignoring me?”
Britt’s been weird all day, quiet, sullen and totally fucking ignoring his entire existence. She’s making him feel so uncomfortable that he feels like he needs to apologise, even though he’s not entirely sure if he’s even done anything wrong. He mentally rolls back his mind through the day, trying to pinpoint his errors while she tries to brush by him in the kitchen.
“I’m not.” She won’t even look up from her phone.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ are.”
She huffs, still looking at the screen in her hand and he’s over this. Snatching the device from her fingers, he holds it above his head so she can’t grab it back and looks at her pointedly.
With a groan, she finally starts talking. “It’s nothing, just a stupid meme.”
“Then why’re you all pissy?”
“I’m not ‘pissy’” she bites with a glare, and he stops himself from rolling his eyes.
“Show me then,” he passes the phone back to her and she reluctantly scrolls back to the post that ruined her day.
When she shows him the screen again, it takes him a second to realise what he’s looking at. It’s a tweet that someone has reshared to Instagram on one of those girl boss, feminist pages Britt’s always lurking on.
“You know that trick he does that you love? Remember that he learned it with another girl first.”
The effect is almost instant as the words sink in. Flashes of Brittany’s naked body writhing with Michael and the 40-year-old finance guy and everyone else she’s ever gone out with burst in his mind. An endless film reel of her legs spread while some other guy makes her come undone, her lips open in a silent scream as someone else touches her and makes her feel good.
Then memories appear of her with him, in his mother's house after her accident, when she rode him in the middle of the night, circling her hips in little figure eights that made his eyes roll into the back of his head that she’d never done before. Or that thing she does with her tongue, curling it around his cock when she’s sucking him off, that was new too, and now he thinks he’s going to be sick. He steps away from her, handing the phone back with fumbling hands and leaves the room.
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He mostly forgets about the Instagram post in the next few days, but the thought does linger in the back of his mind, which is probably why, with his jeans around his ankles, and with her on her knees for him, he slips up.
“God,” he moans, holding her hair with one hand and cradling her jaw in his other. “How’d you get so good at this?”
It’s rhetorical, but he knows as soon as her jaw stills and her tongue goes pliant that he’s just started something that she’s going to finish. As she pulls off him, a single string of saliva forms between his cock and her lips, stretching in the empty space between them, he braces for impact.
“Do you want a fucking laundry list of everyone I ever fucked? Jesus, Matty, what the fuck?”
She’s wiping her mouth and he’s feeling a little exposed with her snapping at him when his dick is still a few inches from her face - she wouldn’t be this sensitive to that kind of comment if that fucking post hadn’t come across her feed. Gripping his cock in one hand, he strokes himself, the pressure making his lower stomach twist, and he attempts to fix the mess he’s made so they can get back to business.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he promises, reaching out a hand to her, holding her jaw and swiping a thumb over her swollen bottom lip. “I’m sorry.”
She opens her lips, and the digit slips through, folding against her tongue as she hollows her cheeks. His head falls back against the couch when her hand replaces his own, stroking him firmly as she climbs into his lap, his thumb falling out of her mouth with a pop.
He can feel how soaked her underwear is when his fingers slip under her denim skirt, pushing it up around her hips. Rubbing the drenched lace over her clit in slow circles, her back arches at the friction and a whine slips out of her when his other hand slides over her ass, pulling her closer until she’s rutting wetly against him.
It feels dizzying as he pushes her shirt over her head while her hips are rolling, and his brain only becomes fuzzier when her tits are in front of him. Taking one in each hand, his thumbs pinch at her nipples and her mouth crashes over his, their teeth and tongues colliding as she tries to press herself impossibly close to him.
“Feel good?” He gasps out after one particularly loud cry.
“Yeah,” her breath hitches. “Who taught you that?”
He stills, gripping her hips and meeting her fiery gaze.
Fucking bitch.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
She sets her jaw at the taunt, and sirens start to sound in his head, clearing away the lust and signalling an incoming attack before she pushes her underwear aside, lines him up and sinks down on him. He can’t do anything but wrap his arms around her waist and groan as her muscles contract around his cock.
He’s barely holding on by the time she’s rocking up and down, her chest flushed, tits bouncing, and her skirt bunched around her hips. It’s hard to breathe, hard to think and her name is spilling from his lips repeatedly in desperate grunts as pleasure ripples through his whole body. Using her underwear as leverage, he slams her hips down until she keens out his name.
Except he forgot Brittany Jackson plays to win and she plays dirty.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “Colson!”
There’s a disgustingly spiteful smile on her face and he pulls her off his cock, forcing her to stand. He’s not sure what his own face looks like, but it can’t be anything good because when he stands too, she tries to take a step back. Grabbing the material around her waist, he hooks her back to him and snaps it to the floor with a flick of his wrist along with her underwear.
The insides of her thighs are red, covered in her own slick and she looks up at him with wide eyes and her bottom lip between her teeth, nervously trying to read him, trying to anticipate his next move. He brushes her hair over her shoulder, exposing her collarbones and slinks his fingers around her neck, squeezing the sides gently with amusement.
“You wanna try that again?”
She doesn’t speak and he knows that she’s weighing up her options, to either continue being a complete brat, or to admit defeat. He’s going to fuck her until she can’t walk either way. Her pulse quickens under his touch, and he can feel it on his teeth as they graze over the soft skin. Moving a hand to the back of her head, he wraps his fingers around her hair and pulls roughly with an arched brow.
“Hmm?” He prompts.
Her lips are sealed shut in defiance, but her eyes are bright. She wants to push him? Fine, he can push right back. Sliding his other hand down her stomach, he parts her folds and rolls her clit between two fingers. Her knees buckle instantly, and he uses the hand gripping her hair to keep her upright.
Every time he slides his fingers over her, he moves them millimetres closer to where she wants him most. Her hands grip his forearm as he moves, her desperation clear in the tremors running through her body and the unrelenting eye contact.
“Please!” She begs when his fingers brush right over her.
Sweat has built on her forehead, and it shimmers on her neck, a few strands of hair sticking to her skin, but he’s not done playing yet.
“Please what?” He couldn’t stop the shit-eating grin from covering his face even if he tried.
She groans in frustration, closing her eyes and trying to move his hand from hanging limply between them, back to touching her.
“You’re being mean,” she pouts, grinding against his hand.
“Yeah, baby. I’m real mean.” He laughs and she stands on her toes, stretching up to kiss him.
He allows it for a moment, slipping his tongue against hers until she’s pressed all over him. Her hand slides between them, gripping him and using the cum that's been leaking from the tip to pump him until his eyes close. The fist in her hair slowly unclenches the more she strokes him, and she takes the opportunity to drop to her knees again.
His eyes pop open and he grabs her arm, yanking her off the ground and throwing her on the couch. With a yelp, her back hits the cushions, hair flying everywhere, and he grabs her ankles, pulling them apart and settling between her thighs. She hooks her calves around his back and tries to pull him closer, but he doesn’t move.
“You gonna play nice now?”
She grabs at his shoulders to draw him near, and he snatches her hands in one of his own, holding them above her head. Her back arches, her nipples harden, and her hips roll in a hopeless attempt at getting him to give in to her.
“I’m always nice,” she whimpers.
He hums in disagreement, biting the underside of her breast until she’s crying out and there’s a red mark in the shape of his teeth left behind. His cock slides through her folds, coating himself in her wetness and prodding at her clit with no particular rhythm. He clamps a hand down on her hip to stop her from moving and trying to line herself up and her eyes are glazed over, so he knows she’s feeling insane with need. She whines petulantly again, trying to pull her hands from his grasp and huffing before he decides to finally give in.
“Say my name,” he whispers huskily into her ear. Her eyes widen in surprise, like she couldn’t believe it was that simple.
He drags himself over her clit again and as his name spills from her lips, he pushes roughly inside her with no warning. She screams, spreading herself so he’ll hit deeper, and he hooks one thigh over his elbow. Burying his face in her neck so she can’t see his eyes roll into the back of his head, his hips snap against hers in ruthless thrusts. Their bodies slap together noisily and he grunts every time he bottoms out.
Brittany can’t stop saying his name, it's like an endless prayer on her lips and he’s a god. To be honest though, with the way she’s squeezing around him, trembling and desperate, he kind of feels like one. Letting go of her hands, he grips her hips, raising her from the couch and buries himself inside her.
“Matty! Matty, Matty, Matty, Matty!”
He swallows her screams when he swipes his thumb over her sensitive clit, picking up the pace of his hips until she’s bursting around him. He doesn’t stop when the tremors are over, sliding her slack body up and down on his cock until she’s crying again.
“Baby,” she gasps. “Matty, I can’t-”
“Yes, you can,” he bites.
He knows her, knows how far he can push before it's too much and they’re nowhere near finished for the night yet. Pulling out just as quickly as he’d slammed in, he unwraps her legs from around his waist and flips her over until she’s on her stomach. She turns to look at him with dark eyes when he gets on his knees behind her, pulling at her hips so she was lined up with him again and resting on her elbows.
Inching in slowly, Britt arches her back into a perfect curve with a muffled scream. He can feel sweat running down the back of his neck as he drives into her and gets spurred on when he sees her white knuckling the couch cushions. Grabbing another fistful of her hair, he pulls her head back and slants their mouths together. With one hand holding herself up, the other delicately caresses his jaw, which feels too sweet of a gesture considering he’s trying to fuck her until she can’t stand.
He feels like a fucking romantic, simpy loser when after he’s looked into her eyes, his stomach tightens and his dick twitches before spilling inside her. Reaching between them with practiced ease and an expert pinch of his fingers, Britt grabs his hand and topples over the edge with him. White spots cover his vision, and his orgasm feels like it lasts forever as he pumps through it, snapping his hips into hers quickly with heavy breaths until there’s nothing left.
Easing out of her slowly, they both groan. Holding her hips, he gently helps her lay down and he flops back against the couch cushions with a satisfied sigh. Britt’s eyes are closed as she finally comes down from her high, chest heaving and thighs twitching. Brushing the sweat off his forehead, he exhales a laugh and slaps her ass. She jolts before laughing quietly and rolls onto her back. Crawling up her body, he lays on top of her, plastering their sticky skin together.
“Brat,” he mumbles with a smile, softly pressing their lips together.
I just realized, that the garden Gaon & Elijah played with Kkomi is actually the backyard of the mansion. Not the front yard. And also realized that Yohan's room is more close to the backyard.
Lolol. Where the hell I've been all this time? Why didn't I realize this before?😭 I think everyone except me, know this.
I am realising this with you anon.
And in reality - I didn't pay much attention.
I know from experience that the geography of sets is not bulletproof, and often vary for numerous reasons (coverage, schedule, availability, DOP suddenly demanding a source of natural light that has never been established before...) - yes, even if it's a location. Just look at this post from @thedeviljudgesges ! So, what I am saying is, don't cry if you think you missed something obvious, because it isn't.
A show offers a blueprint of a house just if they need you to notice something important for the plot (like the Yo Han's old room in the basement for example) - the rest is done in a way where nothing is so properly established and so the show can get away changing the planimetry of a set.
Let's take a look at the actual position of Yo Han's room in that very scene.
Lovely establishing shot, presumably backyard. What a lovely table for Ga On's summer lunch party.
Please note that all the curtains are parted in the middle and lifted.
Here comes Yo Han:
He is clearly lifting a closed curtain.
So, where is Yo Han's bedroom that we could't see from the establishing shot with Ga On?
so, according to Yo Han's POV, the window should be somewhat here (according to the position of the swing and Ga On's back)
Also, one POV is a H/A that includes trees greenery. The tighter POV includes low greenery in the foreground. They can't both be true.
But for the external shot of Yo Han closing the curtains again, they clearly used the main window on the ground floor
That does not match with what the show has established being the configuration of Yo Han's bedroom.
which is clearly a larger window on a flat wall. (i want to make a point here using just screen grabs from the same scene, but if you look at the beginning of the same episode, when Yo Han's wake up and sees Isaac in his room, you can clearly see that this are two different windows). Also, but I may be wrong, I thought other shots hinted at Yo han's bedroom being on the second floor but I might be absolutely wrong here.
But again, MOVIE MAGIC is done so you can create a virtual space where it doesn't really exist, and so here we have a connecting o/s shot that was clearly created with some assistance of the VFX department
Don't you love some magical green hue around Yo Han? yeah, me too.
All this is to say, don't be harsh on yourself for not realising something that the show doesn't want you to think about (es Yo Han's room position), because it doesn't make much sense otherwise. Not even in the same scene.
Personally, it's quite funny watching It's Okay Not to Be Okay because I believe they are using the same interiors as Kang Mansion, but, again, changed the planimetry in a way that serves their show and it's quite confusing to watch and also entertaining.
