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100 BLOODY ACRES 2012 | dir. Cameron & Colin Cairnes

#100 bloody acres #damon herriman #angus sampson #cameron cairnes

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Walton Goggins as Cooper Howard/The Ghoul in S01 of FALLOUT

#I NEED HIM #fallout #walton goggins #cooper howard

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I just have no words for his charisma😍

#inglourious basterds #dieter hellstrom #august diehl

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no one:

my brain at 2AM: remember when august diehl punched the shit out of george mackay

#Me next. #august diehl #george mackay #munich the edge of war #munich: the edge of war

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#quentin tarantino #inglourious basterds #reservoir dogs #pulp fiction #christoph waltz #brad pitt #tim roth #steve buscemi #harvey keitel

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There's A First For Everything

Pairing: Mafia!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You find yourself surprised, shocked and all of the above with the recent discovery of that strange man working under the same business roof as you. But with your supervisor preoccupied, it's the mysterious consultant who steps in. He takes you under his wing, guiding you through the building.

Warning: A small mention of sex and intimacy

A/N: Getting back on that Tumblr grind after months of being off. Sorry about that and I apologise for the sudden drop in posting and this series cliffhanger. Back its back and improved with my more better writing improvement.

Taglist: @captainsbaby, @feedthefandoms995, @kyuupidwrites, @fatedeniedhope, @bangirl134, @blueoorchid, @iimfae, @a1nazzz, @motherofreposts, @emi-flaces, @liliumbosniacum, @whore-for-anime, @zeyzeys-stuff, @greenhornphotography, @ofmenanduhhhwellmen, @simonsslvt, @bunky101, @gisselleherrerposts, @natchayaphorn, @xdarkcreaturex, @theunknownartistsworld, @somelikeitmaat, @mxtokko

▻ Chapter 3 from the It’s Always Been You series ◅

Your heart pounded in your chest as you faced the reality that the mysterious man from the club was not only part of this enigmatic company but had a role that extended far beyond the dance floor. Mr. Riley, the man who had saved you from the clutches of danger, was deeply entwined with this organization.

Simon acknowledged the introduction with a nod, his expression giving nothing away. Those piercing blue eyes, which had held a hint of amusement when you two first met, his eyes ranked you up and down. He was like a wolf, picking out the things that you felt he could see made you squirm.

"Welcome, Y/N," he said, his tone neutral.

You nodded, struggling to find your voice. "Hello."

Mr. Reynolds, who had been observing the between you two interaction with an unreadable expression, suddenly stoped as he spoke. "I'm sure you have many questions, Y/N. But for now, let's focus on your role here. Mr. Riley will be your point of contact for any inquiries or assistance you may need."

Mr. Riley gave a curt nod, acknowledging his responsibility. "I'll do my best to ensure you settle in smoothly, Y/N."

With that, Mr. Reynolds excused himself, leaving you alone with Mr. Riley in the office. The weight of the situation bore down on you. As you watched Mr. Riley leaned against a nearby desk, studying you with a sudden and new hint of curiosity. "You seem surprised."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your racing thoughts. "I am. I never expected… any of this."

He gave a wry smile, though there was a glint of something else in his eyes, something you couldn't quite decipher. "Life has a way of surprising us, Y/N."

As the minutes passed, Mr. Riley began to unravel the things of your new role, explaining the tasks and responsibilities that lay ahead. Despite the initial shock, his guidance put you at ease, and you found yourself drawn to his enigmatic presence.

"Sorry, but Mr. Riley-"

"Simon. Call me Simon."

His interruption was gentle, and his eyes held a hint of warmth as he corrected you. A strange mix of emotions bubbled within you - confusion, curiosity, and an unexplainable attraction to this enigmatic man. Simon Riley, the consultant.

You cleared your throat, feeling a nervous chuckle creeping up your throat at the realization that you were getting lost in his gaze. "Simon," you repeated, "I was wondering about my office and, well, where I'll be working."

Simon straightened, his posture commanding and confident. "Of course, Y/N. Follow me."

With that, he led the way out of Mr. Reynolds' office and into the corridor. The building's interior was a stark contrast to its unassuming exterior. Polished marble floors stretched beneath our feet, and the walls were adorned with sleek, modern artwork. As you two walked, Simon explained, "Your office is on the twenty-first floor, and it's ready for you. I've arranged a workspace that should suit your needs. I hope it meets your expectations."

You couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of your own office, yet questions nagged at the edges of your mind. "A workspace?" At previous office jobs those who are new start from the ground up, a bathroom-sized cubicle and an even smaller office for your 'hard-earned' work you did for the business for ten-plus years.

Simon raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "Of course, I pulled some strings. I always aim for the best for newcomers like you."

As you and Simon reached the elevator, he pressed the button for the twenty-first floor. The ride-up was silent, but the tension in the confined space. When the elevator doors opened, you stepped out onto the twenty-first floor, and Simon led you down a corridor lined with identical wooden doors. Each door had a nameplate indicating its occupant.

Finally, you and he arrived at a door with your name neatly engraved on a nameplate. Simon opened it to reveal a tastefully decorated office with a large window offering a breathtaking view of the city. A sleek desk, a comfortable chair, and an assortment of office supplies awaited you.

You stepped inside, taking in the space that would soon become your sanctuary within this enigmatic building. "It's… perfect," you admitted, genuinely impressed.

Simon leaned against the doorframe, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes. "I'm glad you like it, Y/N. You'll find everything you need here." His gaze was like a caress, tracing the contours of your figure as you faced the expansive window that overlooked the sprawling city of Manhattan below. You were completely unaware of his secretive admiration of your tight shirt and unmatching heels. It gave him the feeling that you were cute to the picky eye of him.

As his eyes traced the lines of your fitted shirt and the unmatching yet oddly charming heels you wore. It was clear that he found your unconventional style appealing, a departure from the fake and bratty women he must have encountered in his world. The ones that throw themselves at him for a bit of his dick or just praise.

"Good luck on your first day, Y/N," he said, his voice low and intimate. With a faint, enigmatic smile, he closed the door. He was so quick to leave as if he realised he better leave before he did something embarrassing or regrettable. Yet only now do you turn around to drop an unheard "Bye" as he had already disappeared like the mysterious shadow he was down the hall. As you prepared for the new office day ahead.

Little did you know that Simon's fascination with you was growing into something far more powerful—an obsession that would shape the course of everything.

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A Twist In The End

Pairing: Mafia!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Summary: A strict meeting with your new supervisor, reveals the shocking revelation awaiting you: a mysterious figure from the previous night, now revealed as not only your savour but also a consultant in your new workplace.

Warning: Swearing, taking pills (painkillers) and reader is hungover

A/N: *Cough Cough...* CHAPTER TWO... AND THREE COMING OUT ON THE SAME NIGHT TOO?!

Taglist: @captainsbaby, @feedthefandoms995, @kyuupidwrites, @fatedeniedhope, @bangirl134, @blueoorchid, @iimfae, @a1nazzz, @motherofreposts, @emi-flaces, @liliumbosniacum, @whore-for-anime, @zeyzeys-stuff, @greenhornphotography, @ofmenanduhhhwellmen, @simonsslvt, @bunky101, @gisselleherrerposts, @natchayaphorn, @xdarkcreaturex, @theunknownartistsworld, @somelikeitmaat, @mxtokko

▻ Chapter 2 from the It’s Always Been You series ◅

Your eyelids felt as heavy as bricks as you woke in your friend's dimly lit hotel room. The remnants of last night's escapade clung to you like a heavy coat, and you groaned, trying to shake off the remnants of a wild night out in Manhattan. A quick glance around confirmed your location. Your friend's booked hotel room had served as your sanctuary amidst the city's chaos. But today was different. Today was the first day of my new job at the mysterious building that had cast its shadow over my life.

The throbbing in your head was a relentless reminder that you had responsibilities far weightier than the consequences of a night spent dancing and drinking. With the lingering yet strange thought of being saved at the back of your head. A man?

Yet while pondering for much longer than you should be, with great effort, you managed to sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. Your friend had left a glass of water and a couple of painkillers on the nightstand. Gratefully, you gulped them down, hoping they would quell the throbbing in your temples.

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Minutes later, you found yourself standing on a bustling Manhattan street, surrounded by a sea of rushing people. Yellow taxis zoomed by, their horns creating a rain of urban chaos. The towering skyscrapers loomed above you. As you hailed a taxi, your mind began to replay the fragments of last night's unexpected events. The club, the mysterious man who had saved me, and the looming presence of his weirdly veiny fingers and white handkerchief — it was all a tangle of intrigue and uncertainty.

The taxi pulled up to the curb, and you slid into the backseat. The driver's eyes met yours in the rearview mirror, and he asked for your destination. "The new building downtown," You replied, your voice sounding smaller than you'd hoped. The journey through Manhattan's maze of streets felt like a blur, the city's towering skyscrapers passing by in a dizzying way as you instead were stuck on the memories of the club, with its dimly lit corners and pulsing music, began to take shape in your mind.

The enigmatic figure who had come to your rescue haunted your thoughts. His strong presence, the captivating gaze that had held mine, and the way he had effortlessly handled the situation — all of it seemed surreal, like a scene from a movie. But now, reality had returned to bite you in the ass. Mr. Reynolds, your new supervisor, was the looming figure in your immediate future and the one you should be focusing on pleasing.

The taxi pulled up in front of the new building, its glass façade gleaming in the morning sun. It was a masterpiece of modern architecture, an imposing presence in the heart of Manhattan. From the outside, it appeared both inviting and boring, like every other bussiness bulding.

Paying the driver and stepping out onto the bustling sidewalk. As you walked toward the entrance, the weight of the impending encounter with the man from last night was being forced out of your mind. And instead trying to be shoved in to make a great impression on Mr. Reynolds. But the events of the previous night had altered the course of your life, plunging you into a world of intrigue and uncertainty. The mysterious man from the club, the enigmatic building, and your new supervisor were all pieces of a puzzle you couldn't begin to solve.

Approaching the sleek reception desk mindlessly, you're face to the floor as you were only stuck on last night and today's more important events. A young woman looked up at you, her name tag read "Emily." She looked up with a polite smile as you approached.

"Good morning, welcome to Reynolds & Co.," she greeted you. "You must be the new hire. Mr. Reynolds is expecting you." With a nod, you followed Emily through the pristine lobby, the silence broken only by the soft click of your heels. Which now looking at them, didn't match the rest of your attire. Fucking hungover. On the polished marble floor. You entered a sleek elevator, and Emily pressed the button for the 35th floor.

As the elevator ascended, you had so many questions and so many uncertainties about what lay ahead and from behind. Emily, however, remained composed and unperturbed, as though this were just another day at the office.

Finally, the elevator doors opened, revealing a sprawling, modern office space that seemed to stretch on endlessly. Rows of cubicles and glass-walled offices filled the floor, each occupied by diligent employees focused on their tasks. Emily led you to a corner office with a frosted glass door that read "Mr. Daniel Reynolds - CEO." She knocked softly and then opened the door, gesturing for me to enter.

As you stepped inside, you were met with the sight of a tall, imposing man seated behind a large mahogany desk. He had salt-and-pepper hair, a sharp jawline, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to strip away any pretence. This was Mr. Daniel Reynolds, your new supervisor.

He rose from his chair and extended a hand towards you. "You must be the new addition to our team," he said in a deep, commanding voice.

You shook his hand, feeling a sense of gravity in his touch. "Yes, I am," you replied, trying to steady your nerves.

"Welcome to Reynolds & Co.," he said, his gaze unwavering. "I trust you had no trouble finding your way here?"

"Not at all," You replied, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside you. "Thank you for this opportunity."

However, something in the room had shifted. Your eyes darted to the corner of the office, where a second man stood, one who hadn't been there before. He leaned casually against the wall, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

The memories of last night flooded back as you recognized him — the mysterious man from the club. He turned his head to you, his piercing gaze locking with yours. His smirk deepened, and it was clear that he remembered you as much as you remembered him.

As you tried to process this unexpected twist, Mr. Reynolds began to speak, his voice a steady backdrop to the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. "Allow me to introduce you to our consultant, Mr. Riley. He's here to ensure that our operations run smoothly." Your heart pounded in your chest as you faced the reality that the mysterious man from the club was not only part of this enigmatic company but had a role that extended far beyond the dance floor.

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#tf2 #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper

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#tf2 #tf2 voice actors #sniper tf2 #spy tf2

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These are some TF2 References that I've made! I've also posted them on Twitter If y'all are interested! I hope this helps you draw the mercs a bit easier, I know it's definitely helped me out!!!

#team fortress 2 #tf2

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Christoph Waltz🤍😍August 19, 2023

#christoph waltz #my peepaw #he’s so cute #i love him.

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Just a name that stuck. — Well, you do have to admit, it is catchy.

Inglourious Basterds (2009) dir. Quentin Tarantino

#inglourious basterds #inglouriousbasterdsedit #hans landa #christoph waltz #brad pitt #bj novak

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Carrie (1976)

#horror #horroredit #filmedit #carrie #carrie white #stephen king #1976

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Between You And Me (P.t 2)

Pairing: Simon Riley x Nurse!Fem!Reader

Summary: You try to ignore that night and what happened. Ignoring your boyfriend in hopes he doesn't find out what happened that night. But yet he does and just in time too.

Warning: War, unwanted/nonconsensual, secret relationship, touching, ANGST, fluff and comfort, TW SH (SEXUAL HARASSMENT), illusions to SH (SEXUAL HARASSMENT), fainting, little fighting and violence

A/N: Sorry... for the uh... absence... 👀 (Part 1)

Taglist: @lauraliisa, @mxtokko, @jemandderkeinenusernamenfindet, @ghostshotwife420, @snortangeldust, @thychuvaluswife, @quesowakanda, @goodsoup03, @cielobgers, @andy-unu-03, @sididakra-jo, @nocti1s, @luvfromkat, @lily-ilo, @iwmtfm, @elentiyaiswriting, @berryjuicyy, @crazyfandomist, @aqxz, @yaaamadaa-blog, @itsquinoa, @tomhollandisabae, @wivwer, @old-red-owl, theverycelestialgemini, leopardfang15, @iwmtfm

As the footsteps drew nearer, echoing through the darkness, they closed in on you with an unsettling stealth, reminiscent of a fox cornering its prey. Your heart pounded in your chest as you reached your office door, desperately grasping the handle and attempting to push your way inside. But before you could find safety within, a hand halted your progress, chilling your hips with its touch. Anxiety washed over you, heavy and suffocating, as if threatening to consume you entirely.

"Let go of me," you asserted firmly, standing your ground and inching your hips back, a clear display of your discomfort. "Don't play games, Princess," a voice sneered, its presence accompanied by an unfamiliar scent that filled your nostrils. Despite your years as a medic within this organization, you had never encountered someone like this—a despicable individual who still possessed an air of arrogance, clinging to his dignity as he perpetrated his vile actions.

You felt his hands rise slowly, and though you were clad in your trusty hospital scrubs, providing a barrier between his skin and yours, you could sense the weight of his touch. The darkness shrouded your vision, as you remained frozen, facing the wooden door, unable to identify the person lurking behind you throughout the night. The hallway, an enigmatic and mysterious abyss, seemed to torture you with its thickness. Then, suddenly, a flicker of light erupted from the far end of the hall, exposing a glimpse of the unknown. At that moment, your assailant vanished into the shadows, leaving you unable to shake off the remnants of fear that had paralyzed you.

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It's been two days since that night, though it's felt like you've been going through pain and hell to even wake up. You couldn't bare the thought of seeing him just simply existing and walking around with his dignity in his hands. It shook you to your core and now you lay down in your dorm, staring at the ceiling in silence. Draining your energy and clouding your thoughts. With each passing moment, your eyelids grow heavier, as if burdened by invisible weights, tempting you to surrender to the allure of sleep. "Y/N! Get up we need all hands!" A voice suddenly yells from outside your door, banging on it as you jolt awake. Shouting back you'll be down soon as you scatter to get up, scavenging through your clothes on the floor before throwing them on. Opening your dorm door and walking towards the medical section of the barracks. Turning a corner you see out of the corner of your eyes your boyfriend. Ghost. You feel bad for ignoring him for the past two days, trying to avoid his presence and where he always hangs around. Even going far as to sometimes ignore him around midnight, when you guys would stay up in one of your dorm rooms. Talking below a whisper to not wake anyone up beside youse as you whispered sweet nothings into each other's ears. And the more you ignored him the more you longed for him and his touch, his dark voice and handsome appearance. And the second you pass him he looks your way, blocking out Soap as he goes on about something he saw outside the barracks this morning. He eyes you as you walk past, he knows by the way you speed walk past, keeping your eyes trained hard in front of you. That you don't actually want to ignore him yet he doesn't intervene or call your name... he'll stop you later... - - -

Overhead, fluorescent lights cast a bright, clinical glow that illuminates the room, ensuring visibility even during the darkest hours. Medical supplies are meticulously arranged on shelves and in cabinets, their contents carefully labelled and readily accessible. You can find neatly stacked bandages, gauze, and medical instruments, each item serving as a silent reminder of the room's purpose: to provide essential medical care to those in need.

The walls are adorned with informational posters, displaying diagrams of the human body and illustrations of proper medical procedures. These educational tools serve as a constant reminder of the medical staff's dedication to their craft and their commitment to maintaining the health and well-being of the barracks' inhabitants.

A small desk sits in one corner of the room, where you can usually be found, diligently recording patient information, attending to paperwork, and ensuring the smooth operation of the medical facility. An array of medical equipment, such as a blood pressure monitor, stethoscope, and examination tools, are readily available, indicating the room's capacity for comprehensive medical assessments. You stand silently near the sink, cleaning off and disinfecting some of the metal medical tools you used recently. Some tweezers and scissors as you run a disinfecting wipe along the blade making sure the bacteria and any blood are wiped clean. Turning around at the sound of the door opening and closing, thinking it's a soldier you turn around with a smile to greet them. Dropping it instantly when you realise...

"Missed me?" he taunts, a chuckle escaping his lips, his arms wide open as he strides toward you with ill intentions. Despite the rising unease, you muster the courage to hold your ground, determined to maintain your confidence. "What do you want? This room is strictly for medical purposes," you assert, making it clear that anything beyond that is unacceptable. However, he disregards your words, refusing to leave and inching closer until he stands directly in front of you.

"I came to see you, Y/N," he sneers, his voice dripping with revulsion. The knowledge of his intentions sends waves of disgust surging through you, causing an internal struggle. You attempt to sidestep him, but he quickly extends his arm, blocking your path and forcefully gripping your waist, pressing you against the wall. His proximity is suffocating, and you instinctively turn your head away, shooting him a glare filled with sheer loathing, silently conveying your plea for him to stop. Yet, he remains undeterred, his fingers tugging at the edge of your uniform, sliding his hand underneath.

However, before his actions can fully manifest, they are abruptly interrupted. Simon steps forward, towering over the man, his teeth clenched as he hisses through them, inflicting pain on his own assailant, who clutches his head in agony. Visibly enraged by the disruption, Simon turns around, his anger palpable. But before he can utter a word, he reaches out, swiftly encircling the man's neck with his hand. Simon's arm tightens, muscles bulging and veins protruding as he flings the assailant toward a nearby hospital bed. With unrelenting strength, he maintains his grip, applying increasing pressure, observing as the assailant struggles to form coherent words, desperately attempting to free himself. As he tightens his grip on the man's neck, squeezing the life out of him until he finally succumbs, collapsing to the floor unconscious.

Simon turns towards you, his gaze falling and a deep sigh escaping his lips. His eyes carry a profound sympathy that penetrates your heart, causing a sharp ache within. You realize the weight of the secret you've kept from him as he approaches you slowly, his desire to understand why you chose not to confide in him palpable. Succumbing to the overwhelming emotions, you sniffle and tears stream down your face, overwhelmed by guilt and uncertainty, unsure of whom to turn to when it all began.

In the safety of his embrace, you tighten your grip around your boyfriend, seeking solace in his touch. He allows you to cry and sob, offering you the support and protection you need, even if you strive for independence. In this moment, he wishes for open communication, hoping you will share your burdens with him in the future, your voice muffled against his military uniform as you attempt to speak.

"I'm sorry, Simon… I'm sorry," you manage to utter amidst your tears. He silences your apologies, gently placing his gloved hand on the back of your head, soothing your cries and offering comfort. His touch conveys that there is no need for apologies, even without words. Leaning in, he whispers into your ear, his voice soft and reassuring, "This will remain between you and me, sweetheart."

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My links are so unbelievably broken

Tumblr please for the love of all things get your crap together I am sick of not being able to find my own posts.

@staff @support

#There is no way I am putting every little link back #For the love of god

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“Now, gentleman, I do the right thing! Stand back you imbeciles! You want mein blood?! TAKE MEIN BLOOD!”

With his sanity intact, Richtofen’s personality is completely different. He appears level-headed but paranoid possibly due to exposure to Element 115 in France. He appears more unskilled due to only being a field scientist and does not go into battle often, but attempts to keep focused nevertheless. He appears more fearful of the zombies and is more cautious for his own survival.

#call of duty zombies #edward richtofen #dr edward richtofen

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the ultimis richtofen fanbase is dying reblog to kill it faster

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