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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 1 month

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"BUT THE REAL DIVERSION IS PUGH'S PRINCESS IRULAN..."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on film stills of English film actress Florence Pugh as Princess Irulan of the Bene Gesserit in the American epic science fiction film "Dune Part 2" (2024). Costume Design by Jacqueline West. 📸: Niko Tavernise/Warner Bros. Pictures.

OVERVIEW: "But the real diversion is Pugh’s Princess Irulan, whom [Jacqueline] West describes as the film’s voice of reason. To that end, she wanted to eschew the grand headpieces in favor of a more subtle nod to her Bene Gesserit roots. Irulan is often seen in smaller, metallic headpieces, which West likens to armor. “She’s the moral compass in "Dune Two."

[The Bene Gesserit have] been assigned to control the future and make it go on a certain path. She sees through that and she’s playing the long game,” she says. “She’s seen beyond the manipulations of Bene Gesserit, so I kept her out of that a bit.” Still, she managed to incorporate the nun look into Pugh’s costume.

"I remember when I was a little girl, how the nuns’ habits framed their face. I tried to do that with her, to keep a certain aspect of the Bene Gesserits without giving her the shape, the Virgin Mary-esque mantle," she says. "I thought I could do that best with headdresses.""

-- VOGUE, "Tarot Cards, BDSM, and Nuns’ Habits: How the "Dune: Part Two" Costumes Came to Life," by Hannah Jackson, published February 26, 2024

Sources: www.vogue.com/article/dune-part-two-costumes-jacqueline-west-interview, Vogue [Scandinavia], Vogue [Singapore], Pinterest, Buzzfeed, X, various, etc..

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danfris · 1 year

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Some Legion of Superheroes warm-ups I colored. I’m a big fan of post-Zero Hour/Mark Waid LOS

All blue background art by Curt Swan, one of my biggest artistic inspirations.

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day-trippin-dreamer · 3 months

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thank you @emometalhead for the tag 🩷

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn // harry potter or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or pringles

tagging anyone who wants to do it 🫶

#i've never had curly fries but i feel like id love them and crinkled fries i've had maybe once and they were meh #money AND love.#fantasy or sci fi i'm not a big fan of either tbh #tag games

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dichromaniac · 3 months

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Tagged by @mxmoth

Ok @themcgeek and @bixbiboom y'all's turn!!

#i didn't see oppenheimer #ketchup is foul #jack and the box curly fries are supreme #i look dumb in hats and i love funky footwear #SQUASH SEASON #lotr 5eva #video games are fun but board games are superior #i do love books but movies ultimately have my heart #love ancd coffee and sci fi oh my!!!

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throttlegainwell · 4 months

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Might be time to do a Scrubs rewatch and finally finish all the poly Turk/J.D./Carla and threesome fics (Jordan/J.D./Perry) I've got partially written.

Jordan is sure that Perry is convinced the appeal for him lies in seeing the two of them as a pair of hunters skillfully taking down a helpless gazelle and sharing a still-warm meal. Any idiot could see, though, that what he’s really enjoying is watching Jordan sink her teeth into the kid; and that whether he’s getting off on it or not, a significant part of his attention is taken up just watching out for the skinny klutz and making sure that, while she gets her fill, she doesn’t nick an artery. He’d deny it, of course. And he’s certainly not gentle or sweet with Dorian. But, then, Perry’s never been one to show his love with soft things.

Still 100% convinced, btw, that Turk/J.D./Carla was borderline canon. They were very much in a relationship, all three of them, sex or no sex.

#writing tag #scrubs wips #perry cox/john dorian/jordan sullivan #i really love sci-fi but sometimes i do just want to write about non-sci-fi worlds without creating an au #and ngl still very into st but it's been a little weird for me getting so into a show about kids #especially after thg which is also kid-heavy in its own way #(even though i latched onto finnick)#i've mostly been in fandoms where everyone's an adult up until now #with some exceptions #i dunno scrubs works for me when i'm totally out of steam #and apparently i'm even more fried than i thought #and you thought my ST fics were niche #i have a whole series planned out where j.d. and turk used to drunkenly hook up in college #very drunkenly and only barely hooking up #and carla finally asks about it #it will unfold a little at a time while they get closer to the idea of being together #and by the end it's the the of them #there's sex but the sex isn't actually the point for most of them

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5mind · 1 year

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MECHANICAL SQUADRON FIVEMIND! AT YOUR SERVICE!

An indie fandomless oc rp and ask blog for an AI hivemind and its five vessels.

Semi-selective

Semi-literate

Fandom friendly, oc friendly (of course)

18+ muns only

> About the muse(s)

> Rules & Mun

#[ promo ]#tumblr rp #fandomless oc rp #sci fi rp #robot oc #indie rp #indie oc rp #[ out of circuits ]#(( sorry to say they have neither burgers nor fries tho))#(( they are a one machine power ranger larp group......))

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freepassbound · 1 year

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Please may I ask

3. Drawings or paintings?

19. Ice cream or yogurt?

26. Dancing or singing?

42. Scrambled or fried?

51. Sci-Fi or fantasy?

57. Snakes or sharks?

85. Stripes or solids?

Thank you 💕💕

Of course you may! 😊😘

3. Drawings or paintings? I suppose I'd say I prefer paintings a bit more? In terms of art appreciation, that is.

19. Ice cream or yogurt? Got beaten to this one. 🤭 Ice cream!

26. Dancing or singing? In public? 😅 If absolutely forced, singing.

42. Scrambled or fried? Scrambled.

51. Sci-Fi or fantasy? Sci-fi, by a mile. 😄

57. Snakes or sharks? Snakes!

85. Stripes or solids? Whichever I make on the break. 😁

#all the clothes I own are solids #I'm pretty sure anyway #snakes here are friends!#(well with one exception)#and the Great Lakes of course do not have sharks #have just never really gotten into fantasy stuff #to be fair I'm not a *massive* sci-fi fan outside of Star Trek #and some hard-core sci-fi people would say Star Trek isn't sci-fi #I don't think I've ever had a fried egg actually #in private I'll dance and sing randomly 😂#but it's not for public consumption 😅#I can neither paint nor draw #though I guess I'd certainly have a better chance at drawing #thank you Fi 😊🤗#asks

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episodicnostalgia · 5 months

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Star Trek: The Next Generation, 118 (Mar. 14, 1988) - “Coming of Age”

Written by: Sandy Fries & Hannah Louise Shearer Directed by: Mike Vejar

The Breakdown

This is one of those two-separate-plots-that-occasionally-overlap-but-never-in-a-meaningful-way episodes. So let’s start with…

Plot #1: Wesley’s test - Wesley has an opportunity to join Starfleet academy if he can get the highest score on a test, between him and three other academy-hopefuls. The test involves standardized questions/puzzles/brain teasers, along with a series of considerably more traumatizi- er, I mean, “personalized psychological evaluations” *wink*. For example, a Zaldan (a species that look human with webbed hands) threatens physical violence toward Wesley for accidentally bumping into him, but it turns out that the Zaldan’s just hate courtesy and consideration, which means that Wesley passes this “test” by challenging an adult twice his size to a fight. In another case, Wesley is put through a simulated test (which he believes to be real at the time) to see if he’s capable of leaving someone to die in order to save another. You know, routine situations that teenagers should be made to endure in preparation for their post secondary education. Anyways, one of the other students gets a slightly higher mark, so Wesley is told he’ll have to try again the following year. C'est la vie.

Plot #2: Picard under review – Picard gets ambushed by his old friend Admiral Quinn (which is just CLASSIC Admiral behaviour, to be honest). Quinn has brought along Lieutenant Commander Remmick from the inspector General’s office (basically Starfleet internal affairs) for the purpose of investigating the inner workings of the Enterprise. Why? Well Remmick insists that something is VERY wrong with how the Enterprise is being run, and while he won’t say what he’s investigating, he goes out of his way to make sure that EVERYONE feels the heat. Nonetheless, Admiral Quinn insists that Picard isn’t to interfere in anyway, except to provide the Lt. Commander douchbag his full support.

Remmick’s investigation involves breathing down the various crew member’s necks while they go about their work, and occasionally resorting to full-on interrogations. While Riker initially seems to be the target of interest, Remmick eventually shows his hand by indicating that it is Picard who is under review. Remmick then proceeds to criticize the greatest hits of season 1, including when the Traveller sent the Enterprise to another galaxy (as per Starfleet’s orders), and that other time Picard kind-of-but-not-really defied the prime directive to save Wesley’s life (although to be fair, even I’m still mad about that one.)

Sick of Remmick’s bullshit, Picard confronts Admiral Quinn, insisting he has a right to know why he’s under investigation. It turns out that Admiral Quinn is concerned about a Conspiracy, and he’s looking for people he can trust. Apparently Remmick was simply meant to rattle the cages just to double check that Picard wasn’t hiding any evil secrets (because alerting a potential enemy that they’re being watched is a solid tactic). Satisfied that Picard is a straight shooter, Quinn offers him the head position at the academy, so that he’ll have an ally closer to home. But Picard is like “Nah, I like being a captain. But call if you need me,” and Quinn basically just shrugs and says “I had to try. Hopefully that whole conspiracy thing is just my imagination getting the better of me. LOL”

Lol indeed.

The Verdict

I’m not opposed to episodes that feature two disparate stories, in fact that layout can work especially well when one of the plots covers heavier subject matter. In this case, we have Wesley’s story, and then we have Picard’s, which I’m guessing is meant to build towards a future story arch (I’m putting my money on season’s penultimate episode ‘Conspiracy’). The problem is that neither of these narratives really amount to much.

Wesley’s story is just not that interesting to me, partly because I find the character annoying (for most of the same reasons as everyone else), but also because it doesn’t really show us anything we didn’t already know about him. He’s still a plucky kid with a good heart, who’s enthusiasm must one day be tempered by experience and wisdom. But since today is not that day, there’s really nothing to report. The only sort-of good thing to come from this episode is a bit of encouragement from Picard, who reassures Wesley that dealing with failure an important lesson-in-itself. It’s one of the less hostile interactions between the two, so I suppose we can chalk this up to some mild character development for Picard if nothing else.

Picard’s story would be slightly more compelling if the drama wasn’t so contrived. I was actually intrigued at the prospect of a Starfleet ‘anyone could be the enemy’ conspiracy, but the way it’s initially set up, resulted in my spending most of the runtime irritated at how unnecessarily hostile Remmick was during his investigation. It would have been considerably more interesting to have it start as a ‘routine investigation’ that slowly starts to reveal something more. Likewise, having Quinn insist that he NEEDS Picard to take a promotion, only to have him easily accept no as an answer is anti-climactic. Strumming up false stakes to temporarily manufacture heightened drama isn’t exactly uncharted territory for Star Trek, and this episode succinctly falls into that territory. While it wouldn’t have been as dramatic, I would have preferred Quinn simply reveal that he needed to be sure Picard was on the level, and that “someday soon I may call on you to help with this conspiracy I’m worried about”. Having Quinn emphasise the importance of getting Picard’s help, only to wave it off as a possible overreaction at the end, simply undermines the supposed importance of his request.

2 stars (out of 5)

Additional Observations

Badmiral?: Admiral Quinn may not be an Evil Admiral, but he’s not exactly a very effective one either. I guess we’ll see how he holds up when he returns (which I’m assuming he does).

Has anyone talked to the Zaldan’s about maybe accommodating other species that DO practice courtesy? I can understand Starfleet/the federation bending over backwards to accommodate the customs of other cultures during a diplomatic mission, but once a species has willingly joined the federation, you’d think that they’d be equally responsible to likewise accommodate the other cultures they’ve allied themselves with.

Worf confides in Wesley that it’s difficult for him to rely on others, as it conflicts with his Klingon nature. So far Worf has amounted to little more than a growling set piece, making this one of the first times he gets any character definition to speak of. I’ve always been a big Worf fan, but my familiarity with the character is predominantly through Deep Space Nine, so I’m interested to see his early development unfold on this show.

#star trek the next generation #tng season 1 #coming of age #retro review #star trek review #badmiral #star trek tng #star trek #sci fi #80s tv #80s tv series #80s tv shows #tv show review #old tv show #conspiracy #sandy fries #hannah louise shearer #mike vejar #episodic nostalgia

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nohoney · 9 months

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“What’s my favorite bread?” You ask your boyfriend during early morning cuddles. It’s warm inside the blanket and Bakugou’s hand is idly petting your hair.

“Croissants. Specifically almond and only from that bakery that’s 20 minutes from the house.” Bakugou answers without a beat of hesitation. “That and brioche. French bread only when you wanna have that gross balsamic dip.”

“How do I like my tea?” You fire off another question, waiting for him to see if he’ll get it right.

“Depends on the tea. Green tea, you’ll only do lemon and honey. Early grey and black tea, a little bit of vanilla creamer and some sugar. Oolong tea, you’ll have it plain.” Once again Bakugou answers your question without fumbling over any of his words.

It makes your heart fond over him but you still want to ask more questions. “What’s my favorite kind of chair?”

“Rocking. Baby, what’s with all the questions?” Bakugou asks gruffly but with no particular annoyance in his voice either. His hand still pets over your head and his eyes look up to the ceiling. Sunshine pours through the window and he sees particles of dust float in the air. “Feels like you’re testing me or somethin’ about if I know you.”

You shrug your shoulders and answer him, “Just wanna see if you pay attention to the things I like. Y’know the last guy I was with, I was with him for more than six months and he didn’t remember when my birthday was even though his and mine were literally a week apart. And then one time he got me flowers and he got me the ones that literally break me out in a rash even though I said a million times what to never get me.”

Bakugou’s hand stops petting your head and he starts to sit up in bed. You follow his movement, sitting back a little and finding the expression on your boyfriend’s face amusing. “What exactly did this loser know about you then? Since he was forgetting all the important things.”

“He knew my go to order for McDonald’s.” You answer as you pull your knees up to your chest and pull the blanket more towards you to cover yourself. “Medium fries and ten pieces nuggets.”

“That’s wrong because it’s actually large fries and twenty piece nuggets.” Bakugou corrects you and you laugh a little knowing that he got you. “And everyone likes nuggets and fries from McDonald’s, that’s hardly anything intimate.”

It makes you laugh that he calls you out but for Bakugou, he frowns a little that you had wasted your time with a guy that didn’t bother to know you at all. He leans back against the headboard and asks you, “What about me? How do I take my coffee?”

“At the agency, you’ll just have plain black coffee. When you go to coffee shops though, you’ll have a dirty chai with soy milk.” You answer him, remembering the first time you and him had coffee together.

He nods his head and asks, “What’s my least favorite vegetable?”

“Brussels sprouts. They’re basically mini cabbages and you hate cabbage too.” The answer comes out easily and as fast as he answered you too.

“Books? What do I like?” He asks, thinking this one might trip you up.

“Sci-fi books, but I know that you’re a sucker for classics literature. I see the Jane Austen books on your shelf.” You tell him.

Bakugou nods his head, equally impressed with your knowledge about him. Then he shoots back, “What’s my McDonald’s order?”

“Spicy deluxe McCrispy with two orders of medium fries. Bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit with three hash browns when you’re hungover.”

He smiles at you, reaching his hand out to ruffle your hair and chuckling when you smack his hand away. “I could take all this info and leak it, you know? Pro Hero Dynamight’s McDonald’s order: this is what he eats!” You laugh at your stupid joke, “Imagine the brand deal that comes your way.”

“First of all, that’s only for you to know.” Bakugou tuts and starts to leave the bed, reaching down onto the floor for his underwear he flung off his body when the two of you got frisky last night, “Second, the last guy you were with was a dipshit for not learning anything about you.”

“Yeah well, I was an even bigger idiot for staying with him for more than half a year.” You sigh as you also move to leave the bed as well. Bakugou’s shirt is found right on your side of the bed so you end up wearing it instead of finding your own sleeping top you intended to sleep in the night before.

Bakugou snorts and you round your way up over to him, giving him a big smile and bumping your hip against him, “Good thing I traded up.”

He leans down to kiss you, smiling into the kiss and not even bothering to hide how you stroked his ego just a little bit.

“My favorite breakfast?” You ask him,

“Aside from my dick?” Bakugou pretends to be hurt when you punch his arm before giving the correct answer, “Overnight oats and waffles.”

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou fluff

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marsdontbesade · 2 months

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𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁 ₁

𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑘𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠:

ted logan —

type of guy:

sweet lovey-dovey dork, this himbo will be all over the place

as soon as bill mentions valentines day, all the hairs on his body just stand

the thought of him being so lovey cringes him out but he's just can't remove the obsession with you.

he's so tooth-rottenly cute, when you're around him, he just don't know what to do with himself. you approaching him is like him seeing an alien. either runs away or just freezes and breaks a sweat when you talk to him.

you’re his brainrot and ted's just sadistically a victim to it, completely wrapped around your fingers

musters up the courage and makes it his objective to make the most excellent v-day ever

creating planning boards in his room, preparation talks with Bill, lowkey stalking you at school

saves up every penny in his piggy bank, not wasting a single dollar

reads up on things on what girls would like

love language is quality time and words of affirmation

valentines plans:

excellent adventure ted— you first spend the day on an afternoon at an arcade; you and ted wearing casual formal outfits (ted in his tuxedo and converses, you in a dress and sneakers), playing on all of the arcade machines, giggling, screaming and laughing and goofing around.

he then takes you to his favourite spot by the Circle K, chilling down on the pavement. playing some UNO/tells you his wild adventure stories/jamming out to punk & pop rock on his speaker, sitting and eating slushies and a hot dog

after the arcade, he takes you to a diner, ordering a classic American meal (two burgers, fries, onion rings, two milkshakes with the extra cream & a cherry-on-top)

finishes the date with a trip back to Bill's, awaiting a heartwarming surprise (aka the anticipated secret)

he cutely takes your hand and sits you down on a chair, closing your eyes whilst you wait. 5 minutes later, you take them off at his command, waterworks immediately start to run as you look at the sight infront of you.

ted, with his guitar, announces his special song for you.

hands begin to strum on the guitar, puppy loving eyes gazing into yours, heartfully. ted serenades you with a sweet melody, accompanied by his surprisingly sweet voice

in the garage that's decorated in cutesy heart decor; red and pink balloons and banners all over the place, you feel as if you're in a safe haven, enchanted away here by your adorable, innocent boyfriend

mid performance, ted brings you up to the stage, twirling you around and then dancing with you. his big BFG self towers over you, slowly rocks your body and embraces you tight with his bulky arms. leaning in his head, ted finally caresses your face and kisses you— signing off the most excellent Valentines day ever. . .

bogus journey ted— either takes you to the movies or rents a movie at the local blockbuster, so he can watch with you in his apartment

for the outing, he takes you to the movies to watch a cheap chick flick he thinks you'd like; popcorn, nachos and a big shake

at home, he puts on a sci-fi movie, both stuffing down on a large pepperoni pizza, watching contently

afterwards, you kick back and relax for a long smoke sesh, getting high on some good weed whilst he puts an arm around you, nestling and cuddling with you close

he'll definitely brings out a guitar and sing to you, smoking a spliff that still rests between his lips (typical lightskin moment)

one way or another in ol' netflix and chill fashion, the night ends with ted loving on your body— giving you the most ultimate rocker boy finale his bodacious girl needs . . .

face the music ted— buys two VIP tickets, for the both of you, to a summer rock festival across state; booking an all-inclusive hotel nearby so you and him can rest in with convenience (away from the kids)

packs all the necessities— snacks, water, a pack of beer, foldable chairs, portable fans, sunscreen, a pair of sunglasses, and a charging bank

you both get to the airport, getting on a plane and travelling off into the concert place

arriving at the hotel; you unlock and enter your room— spacious king-sized double bed, tv, automated bathroom and a great view outside the window. the hotel has an all-you-can-buffet that you never forget to not miss

following the next day, you dress up for the concert; you wear a house of sunny 'lemons on a plate' dress with yellow sandals, and ted wears a white t shirt and cargo shorts, styling up with sandals and a hat

for the whole three days, you and ted rock out to live iconic rock music. screaming, jumping, and partying; dancing like you never you could

golden retriever ted watches out for you; handing you snacks, cleaning after you, supplying water, emergency hugs, cheering you up

breaks into a chuckle and laughs when he catches your boomer self taking videos and pictures, uploading them onto facebook and instagram ('me and hubby @/tedtheologan rocking out at the _____ festival! party on, dudes ! 😎🤩😀😍😆❤️👩‍❤️‍👨💍⚡️🤘🤙🎫🏴‍☠️🎸❤ #____festival #summer #sunny #fun #mostexcellent #smiley #happy #happyvalentinesday #rockfestival #yolo #youngforever #foreveryoung #tb #throwback #80s #1988 #2024 #thenvsnow #wyldstallyns #mosttriumphant #rockmusic #date #valentines #couple #airguitar #happy36thyearanniversary')

last night of the festival ends with a colourful night show, fireworks lighting up and crackling the night sky. under the bright lights, ted takes your hand and holds them. warm, tall body pressed against yours, he gazes down on you with such love. gently caresses your face, hazel orbs boring into yours, rubbing the small of your back soothingly. he closes in and kisses you on the lips, passionately making out with you

the fireworks continuously keep lighting up in the background, looking like a happy ending straight out of a movie.

type of gifts:

handmade stuff: arts and craft/DIY cards with cute stickers, colourful glitter, ribbons and drawings (imagine him getting glue all over his fingers and hands, big 6'1 self hunched over his little creations uwu)— gifts you a teddy bear and says something along the lines of: "babe, i got you this teddy bear, even though i'm, like, totally your teddy bear... and my name is Ted!", some candies, 'girly stuff' like makeup, "..because you're a babe and all..", a handwritten song personally made for you (with the help of wingman Bill), tulips and roses he got from his England expedition, an antique necklace he got from his Greece expedition, heart-shaped chocolates, some tapes and vinyls of your favourite music

john constantine —

type of guy:

typically indifferent

depressingly and callously cynical

not the one to be celebrating stuff like that, but he'll do what it takes to make you happy

he knows it's still worth it, just as long as it's with you

love language is gift giving and physical touch

valentines plans:

literally remembers ON the day, springing up from bed and bolting outside. goes to like 30 different stores, searching for the best presents he can find

runs back home with last minute stuff before the sunset. doorbell suddenly rings and john opens up, smiling as he sees the love of his life, you all prettied up in a cherry red dress, heels and matte makeup (something is bulging...)

you and john get in the car and he drives you out to a late night dinner, only to be met with disappointment when the restaurant he spoke to earlier informs him that the reservations are all booked up

sighing in devastation, john bows his head and shakes disapprovingly. he looks up to give you a weak smile and rubs your back reassuringly, gesturing you to head back inside the car. the both of you drive back to his, decidedly opting for some Chinese

you both head back to his, decidedly opting on some Chinese

john resumes back to finishing the set up of the living room; red candles and roses on the coffee table

impromptu date begins: candle lit dinner in front of the tv, you both drink some wine and eat some takeout, watching a random movie

finishing up, you doze off asleep, snoring on his lap

john still watches the tv, glancing down on you every 5 minutes. he wraps a warm cloth around you, resting a hand on your back. the urge of him to kiss you is burning him alive but he remains neutral.

he's upset that the day has been ruined, the one thing that he could've gotten right all slipped and fell out of his fingers. his callous self for once actually cares about something, something he originally thought was 'insignificant', something he wished it could've gone more better

even though the day didn't go out as planned, you've insisted that it's not too bad—grateful for the date overall. it's small and disorganised, but as least it's something, , as least it all ended with him

types of gifts:

silver antique jewellery, a card, giant teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and roses

john wick —

type of guy:

DILF, DILF, DILF

valentines day with baba yaga?!

already got the whole day planned and sketched out, back-to-back

john's fat wallet's will treat you well

always 'knows a guy', so you know your ass is about to be showered to filth

the wholesome family man side of him will be coming out, abandoning the stoic, brutally cold assassin behind

no more john wick— now it is jardani jovonovich

love language is gift giving, acts of service and physical touch

valentines plans:

he would start the morning with cooking you a nice sunny side up and toast, a side of maple pancakes and coffee. whilst you eat, he calls up a spa centre and gets you booked in at a lavish clinic, ordering some men to take you there privately. he asks you to call up your friends, inviting them to the spa day as well. gives you his card and some change just in case. once you leave, he cleans up your plate and cleans up the house, decorating and preparing whilst you're gone.

a full day later with hanging out with your girls, you return back home, deeply relaxed from the tantalising spa treatment. opening up, the house is completely dark and quiet, only seeing rose petals leading off to somewhere. walking along the rose covered path, you follow it and halt at the dining room. right there at the table, sits your husband of 5 years, warm smile on his face; white polo shirt and jeans. he gets up to greet you, kissing you on the lips and forehead

john's whipped up a classic candle lit dinner, steak and baked potatoes with a glass of wine. after a nice hearty meal, he takes you upstairs via the rose-petal lane, leading you to the bathroom. you're welcomed to a bubbling hot bathtub; two glasses of champagne, face masks, scented candles, and a charcuterie board sitting on the bath rack. you two hop in and relax in the tub, slippery naked bodies against each other. you watch a drama series on his laptop, silently staring at the screen

one blink later and you're in bed with john. big hands clasping on your small waist, bearded kisses and pecks littering on your stomach, muscular strong body dominating over yours, stocky fingers slipping to unholy places; john ends the day with pleasuring you for the night, showing you what no other man but him can give.

types of gifts:

surprise trips, full package spa treatments, his card for shopping trips, makeup, perfume, high end clothes, expensive wine, a bouquet of flowers, chocolate, a small teddy bear, menstruation stuff (pads, tampons, pills, hot water bottle pouch, snacks, his masseuse expertise, baby— this man loves you), anything you want, name a price, john will be your man

thomas anderson (neo) —

type of guy:

similar to constantine but more open-minded in his indifference

either forgot or is pretty clueless on what to do

casually flips through calender and scares himself shocked as he realise the date is tomorrow

goes on a forum to ask for help: "@/cyberspacecatontheweb: any suggestions for valentines day ?? I (37M) and a girlfriend (34F) are going out on a date and I don't know what to do. sm1 help a guy out thx"

goes on the internet and researches on ideas

eventually gives up and just scraps the ideas, goes with the flow

love language is quality time and physical touch

valentines plans:

thomas wakes up early and gets changed; black shirt and suit on. you arriving to the 101 apartment, he takes you out to a Chinese restaurant downtown. orders quite a lot of food— dumplings, stir fry, sweet and sour chicken, rice, hot pot, and bbq ribs. he pays the bill and you two leave, walking out to window shop.

later in the evening, thomas takes you up to a rooftop, sitting down and watching the city below. he hesitates, but then opts to spontaneously show you 'something cool'. gets out a tech device and presses a button, opening up a cybernetic portal. jumps inside and pulls you with him. you both teleport to a white void, confused and scared as fuck. thomas reassures you and shows you some of his latest tricks like emerging buildings and cities out of nowhere, binary codes that pop up and creates a giant ass dog that almost eats you, floating and flying through a cyberspace wormhole. for the last bit, he gently grabs your hand and shows you the last thing he promised: binary codes formulate and change, syncing up together and creating a love heart. thomas presses another button and the heart opens up, revealing a cybernetically generated portrait of you and him, written underneath 'happy valentines day xoxo'. his hands move to your waist and he slowly kisses you, simultaneously taking you back to the real world.

types of gifts:

digitally-made things: flowers, teddy bear, heart, a picture of you. makes a hologram gadget that does origami, a scented candle he remembers you like, cool tech glasses, paired with some gloves, that's installed with a program that allows you to do things- holographic games and worlds all built into these spectacles (norman jayden from heavy rain reference)

jonathan harker —

type of guy:

mr darcy-coded

valentines day with him would be a fairytale, straight out of a book

sensitive, kind, chivalrous, charming, courteous, and hardworking, your princelike husband who will always know how to woo you to your knees

planned everything in his sanctuary, ready to show you how he can treat you well

love language is gift giving, acts of service and quality time

valentines plans:

you wake up to a traditional english breakfast-in-bed; hot tea, coffee, porridge, bread, and eggs, served by maids. then you're being dressed up for the day, maids helping you out into your modest and elegant attire, fixing your hair, doing your makeup, and dusting you down. jonathan escorts you onto to the carriage, heading off first to a picnic at an expansive, spacious garden. The place is embroidered with pretty plants and flowers, fresh fragrance of pollen filling your nose. you and jonathan settle on the grass, laying a blanket. you enjoy some tea, crumpets, scones, and sandwiches, admiring the floral nature. jonathan dotes you inbetween small talk, complimenting your look frequently. for some short time, you both get up and walk around, appreciating the afternoon. after the picnic, he hires a photographer to have your picture taken. you sit on a chair as jonathan stands behind you, posing for the camera.

shortly comes the evening and it's time for the special occasion. you both get onto the carriage again, heading off to a restaurant. the restaurant is filled to the brim of posh people alike, halls decked with chandeliers and embellished with statues and paintings. the pair of you enjoy the night, relishing and dinning happily. jonathan brings you back home, taking you to the bedroom to surprise you with a bundle of flowers and a toy bear. he kisses you softly and gracefully on the head, reminding you of his love. you both tuck into bed and lay down for the night, sleeping peacefully into each other's arms.

type of gifts:

a basket full of roses, lilies, orchids and carnations. handwritten poem, a card enveloped and stamped with a red heart wax seal, chocolates from romania, dainty jewellery, toy bear, fragrance, a trip to paris, tickets to see an opera and a theatre performance, small trinkets, fruits, and a pocketwatch locket.

kevin lomax —

type of guy:

sugar daddy kevinnnnn

toxic but fine husband

will absolutely spoil you rotten, pampering you like a princess

love language is gift giving, physical touch, and acts of service

valentines plans:

first thing in the morning, breakfast's being sent to you at the penthouse. kevin leaves a note on the nightstand: "hey sweetheart, it's me. how was breakfast? it was good, right? i've called in your boss to let him that you're sick, so no need to go to the office. your whole day will be booked: spa treatment, nails, hair, and a private boutique booked so you can try on some new outfits that you'll be choosing for the evening. make sure you wear that lingerie i got you and don't miss any of those appointments. daddy's gonna have fun with you tonight.

love kevin xoxo"

you do as exactly he says, rushing up & down, excitedly getting changed. a black limo takes you to and back of all destinations, attending all your scheduled appointments. at the boutique, a blonde clerk waits for you, standing by a row of clothing racks with designer clothes hanged and heels below to select from. after carefully selecting, you choose a snug black dress and heels, fully dolled up for the occasion. a makeup artist quickly does your makeup, just in the nick of time kevin arrives, black waist coat and suit & tie. you exit the building to find him standing by the car. his eyes wonder around and check you out, hypnotised by your beauty. linking arm to arm, you two are driven to the wall street restaurant. the place is luxurious; interior design opulent and rich. kevin grabs a seat at the vip section, inviting some of his fellow law firm coworkers along. you cheers to a good night and dig in to the fine dining, enjoying the night. almost midnight, you and kevin return back home, immediately jumping into the jacuzzi.

you strip out of your clothes and wear the cute swim piece that kevin's bought for you— a black skimpy bikini that hugs all of your curves and cleavage. you sit back and relax with your man, peacefully sipping some champagne and enjoying each other's company. many drinks and pillowtalks later, the night ends with what you exactly expects: sounds of skin slapping and bed shaking; your moans echo throughout the bedroom. kevin's tall body thrusts repeatedly into you, grunting and groaning as he fucks your pussy. lasting with the real pillow princess treatment, kevin worships your body and makes love to you, showing you who you really belong to. . .

types of gifts:

expensive makeup, luxury trips abroad, designer outfits, exclusive spa treatments, sexy lingerie, his black card for those shopping trips, perfume, deluxe jewellery and accessories, a bouquet of roses tied in a bow, heart-box of chocolates, expensive wine and champagne, adult toys (wink wink), a white teddy bear, polaroid photos of you and him

#𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑠𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑎𝑑𝑒.#ted logan #ted logan x reader #john constantine #constantine 2005 #john constantine x reader #john wick #john wick x reader #neo the matrix #neo x reader #jonathan harker #jonathan harker x reader #kevin lomax #kevin lomax x reader #keanu reeves #valentines day #headcanon #𝑀𝐴𝑅𝑆𝐷𝑂𝑁𝑇𝐵𝐸𝑆𝐴𝐷𝐸.

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 4 months

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BIOMECHANOID BOUNTY HUNTER.

PIC(S) INFO: Resolution at 640x1298 (2x) -- Spotlight on bounty hunter Samus Aran of Nintendo's "Metroid" video game series, remade in H.R. Giger's "biomechanoid" art style, artwork by "danderfull," in a tribute to Samus, c. 2022.

Source: www.reddit.com/r/METROIDS/comments/yaq2jz.

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unorthodox-oblivion · 9 months

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This or That?

Tag your friends to see their answers

@stripesysheaven @eponine119 @epiphytecanopy @obsessivedaydreamer @indelibleevidence @naurcissamilfoy @haeva @hamster-on-fire @jezzibee @fleetcaptainpike @thetokentrans @skatiet @scarletfern @lurkingwhump @narvaldetierra @siennafrxst @singinprincess @i-will-sing-no-requiem @syd15

#ask game #this or that #tag game #nalu makes games

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darkerthanblack-666 · 2 months

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tagged by @nanoa1foryou 💖

Pick one out of each pair:

barbie or oppenheimer // ketchup or mustard // crinkled fries or curly fries // robots or dinosaurs // silly hats or silly socks // spring or autumn //harry potter or lord of the rings // vacation or staycation // day or night // board games or video games // books or movies // money or love // milkshake or iced coffee // waffles or pancakes // chocolate or candy // beach or pool // laundry or dishes // take-out or dine-out // fantasy or sci-fi // lays or Pringles

In a few cases I bolded both, it means I love both and can't choose 😆

tagging: @fangirlinglikealoon @theflyingfeeling @kaunisbaby @mournmourn @katinkulta @vinthund

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nucleiaster · 1 year

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I made a map for my story ! Click on the image for better quality

The action takes place in an open star cluster, the name of which can be roughly translated from Isshan to "the One With A Thousand Stars" / "the Eternal Warden" (though the Isshan word for "star" has other meanings, the first version is the most widely used translation (contrary to its name, the cluster "only" has around 700 stars)).

The Warden is around 40 light years in diameter and can be divided in 4 zones : the Core, the Center, the InBetween and the Edge.

The Core is unhabitable and inexplored, due to the lethal radiation levels caused by the high density of stars.

The Center is where most of the population of the cluster lives. It contains the 3 originally inhabited systems : Issha (the Captain is Isshan), Armis (birth place of Etha and Meden) and KseI (uppercase i, not lowercase L) (home of the KseIn, lizard-like people. The Lieutenant is half KseIn). Also in the Center are Noutéra, the planet given to the Humans by the Union, and in the centroid of the Issha-Armis-KseI triangle, the space station housing the government.

The InBetween, less populated than the Center but still under Union protection, is where most of the resources circulating in the Union are extracted. Many systems contain at least one outpost.

The Edge has been abandoned by the Union. It is scarcely populated, with few inhabited systems and fewer resources. Some Isshan outposts, dating back to the Exploration era, are scattered here and there. It is home to pirates, warlords, mercenaries and bounty hunters. The Edges are the hunting grounds of the Imperator.

Most of the One With A Thousand Stars is still unexplored. There are rumours of pirate factions warring in the Center, on the other side of the Core, and plenty of legends to fill the minds of spationauts with dread and wonder.

#worldbuilding #sci fi story #sci fi map #original story #science fantasy #space opera #the artowl #radio isotope #i hope the image is not too fried by the compression #the type of star for each system was decided by rule of cool and are subject to change if i ever dare to look into xenobiology #this whole thing is brought to you by me outlining and realising that my travel times made no sense #so i also overhauled my wormhole system and calculated the average speed of my ships in normal propulsion haha #happy to report that none of them go faster than 1.5 percent of the speed of light

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