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lesbicosmos · 3 months

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rewatching s1 of broadchurch even tho im halfway through my first watch of s3 because i have an obsession with rewatching things and DAMN there are way more hints at who ended up being the killer than i originally thought, and a bunch of moments that are really ironic in hindsight

spoilers under the cut (yes it came out like 10 years ago but im still putting a spoiler warning)

ep1 - joe and ellie talk in the kitchen after hardy makes the statement to the media

joe: do you know what happened? i mean should we be worried for other kids?

on first watch, his tone of voice and body language here just seem like confused and worried parent, but on second, there's definitely a hint of panic in his voice

ep2 - joe, tom and fred in the cafe

joe: this is a terrible, unspeakable thing thats happened. but nothing like it will ever happen again here

tom: you cant know that though can you? you cant be sure

then after this joe's facial expression looks SO guilty like he can't think how to respond

ep3 - hardy questioning tom with joe in the room

hardy: can you think of anyone who would want to hurt danny?

THEN THE CAMERA IMMEDIATELY CUTS TO JOE. ik near the end joe swears he never wanted to hurt him but this is still a rly clever piece of editing, i love when shows do this. also the fact that in every scene where he's questioning tom, joe's in the room and occasionally talks but he's never in the frame of the camera hardys using to record it. he was literally right under their noses the entire time and they never suspected because they were focused on other people too much

ep4 hardy goes to the millers" for dinner

this scene hits so much different on second viewing holy shit. at one point they're talking about marriage and work and how hardy's divorce was partially work-related and:

hardy: this job, it does it to you

ellie: well, not to us

ellie actually makes me sob she loves her life so much then it all just comes crashing down on her

joe: do you think you're gonna solve this case?

hardy: certain.

joe: good :)

joe's reply itself here makes sense but there's a few seconds before he says it where his face is just blank and mildly panicked. he's genuinely worrying about being caught at this point.

now this one isn't a direct hint or anything but just if you think about the dialogue in a different context...yeah it fits

hardy: you bloody liar

joe: ive said nothing

hardy: and yet-

joe said nothing to the police or ellie and yet was lying the WHOLE time.

ep5 - brian asks ellie out

ellie: sorry, im married

brian: and thats an issue is it?

ellie: happily married, brian

brian: oh. okay, fair enough. only lots of people aren't though, are they?

ellie: i am.

THE IRONY OH ELLIE LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG PLEASE

ep6 - jack's wake

ellie spends the whole scene looking around to see if anyone looks worried, at one point she looks into a room (seemingly at nige but joe is stood nearby having a different conversation) and she makes eye contact with joe RIGHT as the camera cuts away

ep 6 - joe takes tom to the skate park and ellie arrives

ellie: i was just looking round that bar at the wake thinking "its someone here, why cant i see it?" the longer this goes on, im starting to suspect everyone

joe: when you say everyone...

ellie: well, nearly everyone

this is probably the most obvious hint that i can't believe i didn't catch on to. of COURSE they're gonna make a point for the killer to be the ONE person ellie LITERALLY SAYS she isn't suspicious of.

ep7 - ellie lets susan leave the police station

ellie (about susan's past with her husband and daughters): in your own house, how could you not know?

just ow. the irony of it all. fucking ow.

#in conclusion ellie miller needs a hug and im more than willing to give her one #this is why i love rewatching things almost immediately after i watch them for the first time #you notice all the subtleties you didn't notice the first time and it lets you rly appreciate the cleverness of the writing and acting #broadchurch #broadchurch s1 #ellie miller #joe miller #alec hardy #olivia colman #david tennant #i love rambling about decade-old tv shows as though they've only just come out <333

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corpusdiem-seizethedead · 5 months

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The Jack and Davey dynamic of Jack finally meeting someone more chaotic than him and having 0 ideas what to do about it

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cactiaintracist · 5 months

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One thing I love so much about the 60th anniversary specials is how it shows how much in love the doctor and donna are with each other.

(and no there is nothing sexual or romantic, but they are still so so in love with each other, it makes my heart melt)

#14 being more open and willing to display emotion has me sobbing #i love how their relationship is the central focus of the episodes #i fear i'm going to get my heartbroken on saturday #platonic soulmates #these are my comfort moments #rtd i'll be in you're walls if you hurt them #okay it's almost guaranteed i'll be in his walls #the star beast #donna noble #10th doctor #14th doctor #catherine tate #wild blue yonder #david tennant #doctor who

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trollprincess · 5 months

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ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags, borrowing from @annadream (yes, yes, I’m choosing more than ten characters and ten tags, shut up)

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denaliwrites · 6 months

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Run Rabbit Run

Cale Erendreich x GN!Reader

Summary: (18+) Cale loves a good chase.

Soundtrack: Run Rabbit Run by Flanagan & Allen

Requests: Open!

Warnings: It's Cale Erendreich and it's smut. Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Primal Play, Restraints, CNC. Very brief choking.

Your heart hammered erratically in your chest, a wild songbird beating against its cage for a freedom it could never have -- a freedom that'd kill it.

You could feel trickles of blood dripping down your arms and the stinging pain of the seeping cuts forced a choked sob from your throat.

The sound of a door opening nearby startled you into stillness, body pressing deeper into the darkest corner you could find. You willed your body to hold silent for just a minute, just until you heard footsteps receding.

You received no such luck, and it was getting harder and harder to repress your body's instinctive urges.

"You better fucking run," Cale called from the end of the hall. "If I catch you, I'm going to fucking gut you like the little bunny you are. You hear me?"

Oh, you heard him. Loud and clear.

Finally, you heard the sound of him going down the stairs. You waited another minute, then carefully crawled from your hiding place.

You just needed to reach the front door. You just needed to get out of the house. That's all you had to do.

You stopped at the door, listening as carefully as your fear-addled brain would allow, for any signs he'd come back. Hearing only silence, you turned the knob at a torturously slow pace, and cracked the door open just as slowly.

This was a mistake.

It creaked just before it was wide enough for you to slip through, and somewhere below you a foot stomped. You imagined Cale turning, trying to pinpoint where exactly upstairs that sound had emanated from. It sent a shiver down your spine.

Having given your position away, you stood quickly and slammed the door shut behind you, but padded carefully to the end of the hall. You looked over the banister, watching him turn towards the stairs.

He hadn't seen you yet.

Silently, you padded past the stairs, opening the door closest to them and slipping inside just as his footsteps started ascending.

You realized when you turned around that you were in a bedroom.

It was... sterile. Pristine. There was no decor, only a white nightstand beside a plain bed with white covers. The walls were white. There was no closet for you to hide in, but the bed had space underneath it. If you needed to, you could hide.

Instead, you turned to the door, pressing your ear to it. You could hear him at the other end of the hallway, checking rooms.

Slowly, delicately, you pulled the door open to peek outside.

He wasn't looking in your direction, hadn't seemed to notice the door opening.

You seized your opportunity. You threw the door open with a bang and darted down the stairs, not even caring that he'd heard you and was now chasing after you. You had the advantage, you could see the front door and were in the clear.

You were two bounds away from freedom when Cale's impossibly solid arm wrapped tightly around your throat, squeezing the air out of your lungs.

Nails dug into his arm, scrabbling in a desperate bid for both air and freedom.

"Oh, you were so close," he purred into your ear, licking the shell tauntingly.

The gravity of the situation fueled you, and with a rush of adrenaline, you sent your elbow up into his ribcage. He shouted in pain and dropped to his knees, and when his arm was no longer around your neck you made a break for it.

"Not so fucking fast," he growled. His hand wrapped around your ankle and you went tumbling down.

You expected it to hurt more, but you realized that he'd padded your fall -- and in fact, the whole floor -- with fluffy white rugs.

This man really did prepare for every eventuality.

He climbed up your body, flipping you over once his hand reached your shoulder. "That was a valiant effort," he praised you, his voice still edged with a note of predatory delight. "But I'll take my reward, now."

Tears sprang to your eyes in anticipation as the metallic glint of his knife caught your attention. It was there and then it was gone, and you didn't need the searing pain that followed to tell you where it had gone.

"I told you I was gonna gut you," he sighed as a trail of blood dribbled from the fresh cut along your belly to the white rug underneath you. "What a beautiful little bunny you are, bleeding for me."

You sobbed in pain as he made a perfectly symmetrical slice into the opposite side of your belly, yet even as you did you felt a jolt of arousal reach between your thighs.

"Oh, what was that?" he teased mercilessly, the tip of his knife trailing down your gut to press dangerously against your underwear. "Does this excite you, bunny?"

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reply, of you admitting --

"Answer me!" he roared, blade digging in even more.

With a pitiful moan, you cried, "Yes! God, yes!"

You could feel your excitement pooling in the pit of your stomach, and by the appreciative sound he made, you suspected Cale could see just what effect he was having on you.

"Oh, bunny," he sighed in praise, smirking as his knife trailed away from the apex of your thighs and down, slicing little rivulets into the delicate skin of your inner thighs, blood dripping down onto the rug below.

Your thighs were shaking, both from the pain and in the effort to keep them open, to keep yourself exposed to him. For your efforts he placed a tender kiss to your knee, then trailed several more down your thigh until he reached the waistband of your underwear.

"I don't think you need these anymore," he said casually, before using his knife to cut them apart. You whimpered as the cold metal touched your skin, as the fabric of your underwear fell away uselessly.

"That's a good bunny," he praised you again, leaning forward so that he could kiss you fully on the lips. You tasted your blood on him, felt his smirk as you moaned when the coppery tang flooded your senses.

"I wonder," he started, tone playful, "if I can make you cum with this." He held the knife up for you to see, and you eyed it warily, though you also couldn't help the pleased little shudder that coursed through you at the sight of it stained with your blood.

"P-please, Cale," you begged in a whimper. You weren't even sure what you were begging for.

"Roll over," he commanded suddenly, and you obeyed like the good little pet you were. His hands were delicate as they took hold of your arms, carefully bending them so that they were behind your back. You heard him undoing his tie, and a moment later your hands were tied tightly.

"C-Cale," you whined, testing the restraint. "Cale--"

"Shut up," he barked, and your words immediately died on your tongue.

He moved so that he was kneeling over you, knee pressing down into your back, and it felt like he was putting all his weight into it.

Desperate, fearful, electric pants rocked your body as your lungs clawed for more air, but he didn't let up, even as your vision blurred around the edges.

Just when you couldn't take anymore, just when you were mere moments from passing out, he finally eased up, and faster than you could process you were back on your back, arms pinned beneath you.

He laughed as you took great gulping gasps of breath.

You'd barely caught your breath when his knife cut into your skin again, making you keen as twin cuts sprang forth along your previously untouched thigh. "Cale," you gasped, hips rolling for his attention.

"In time," he promised you.

"Please," you begged. "Please..."

You wanted him inside you, filling you, fucking you.

The look he gave you was contemplative. But you could see you weren't winning him over -- not yet.

"D-don't you want to... to claim your prize?" you asked, hips twitching eagerly as another cut sent another jolt of pleasure down.

"... What do you think I'm doing right now?" he deadpanned.

"Y-you're gutting me," you whined. "But it's not the same. You know it's not. Claim me, Cale."

That did it. You saw the change in his eyes, the hunger, the predatory drive.

You heard the unbuckling of his belt and had to bite back the triumphant smirk that threatened to ruin it all.

His hands wandered up your bloody thighs, smearing the red all over you and wetting his hands with it. You knew what he was doing, and it only served to send more electric pleasure down your spine.

You gasped as two of his fingers entered you, stretching you and preparing you for his cock. Felt the still-warm blood coating your insides.

"Fuck, Cale," you whimpered desperately.

"I'm getting to that," he chuckled darkly.

And, indeed, he was. Once he was satisfied that you were wet enough to take him, he wasted no time pressing his cock into you. A sharp thrust of his hips sent it in to the hilt, and you keened as the feeling of him filling you sent you over the edge.

He grunted as your body constricted around him, walls squeezing tightly around his cock.

"Oh, God," you moaned as you came down, pants of exertion breezing past your lips.

"That was quick," he sighed, though there was no trace of annoyance or anger in his tone. And it didn't stop him from using you as a cocksleeve, anyway.

His hips pulled back, eliciting a moan he found rather delicious, even more so as it drew out into a cry when he snapped his hips back into your own.

"Cale, I'm gonna--"

"So soon?" he asked teasingly, and you only gave a pouty huff in response. "I must've--" he cut himself off with a sharp thrust, "really done a number on you this time."

You looked up at him with hazy, love drunk eyes that quickly lost focus as his cock hit something particularly sensitive inside you and you squealed, contracting around him in shock and pleasure.

"Ooh, I gotta keep doing that," he chuckled wickedly, and sure enough, on his next thrust he made sure to hit the same angle, and you squealed again, walls constricted again.

He wasn't delicate in his fucking after finding that spot. In fact, he rather brutally pounded at that same place, over and over, and if you hadn't been so lost in your building orgasm you'd think that you were probably gonna be very sore in the morning.

With a few savage final thrusts, you felt warmth as Cale spilled his seed inside you, and you tumbled over the edge with him, crying out in ecstasy as you came again.

He pet your hair as you came down, withdrawing only once he was sure you were done. You were barely aware of him pulling you up, of him undoing the tie around your wrists, or of him picking you up and carrying you up the stairs to his bedroom.

The last thought you had before sleep claimed you was how you couldn't wait for Cale to hunt you down again.

#cale erendreich x reader #cale erendreich x you #bad samaritan fic #bad samaritan fanfiction #cale erendreich fic #cale erendreich fanfiction #david tennant #denali strikes again #this is the one and only smut request i'm willing to do #and that’s a lie #i lied just then

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sturmhondss · 2 years

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Jesper, about Wylan: He could literally slap me and I’d thank him.

Kaz: We’d thank him too.

#kaz brekker #grishaverse #grishaverse shitpost #jesper fahey #leigh bardugo #six of crows #wylan van eck #crooked kingdom #david kostyk #genya safin #nikolai lantsov #nina zenik #wylan van sunshine #heeeeeelp #i hate tagging #help me i love her #she is the only person i am willing to cry in front of #booklr #books

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naranjapetrificada · 11 months

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Wouldn't it just be delicious if in season 2 the show went out of its way to confirm Ed's literacy, like showing him casually doing captain things like looking at ship manifests or checking ledgers or whatever? I think that could be hilarious.

I'm already an Ed Can Read truther because beyond the likelihood that a captain would need to be able to read maps and charts and the like, the set for his cabin on his original ship included scrolls, and at the party we see him look at the dinner place card while sitting in the right place.

Also historically, it really wasn't that uncommon to be able to read but not write! So him signing with an X doesn't disprove that to me. It would be even funnier if later on we learned that he knew how to write properly too, or even had a lovely running hand that rivaled Lucius? I would just eat that up with a spoon.

#i cannot stress this enough #I mostly want this because it would be funny #like 99% of my desire for this is because it would be funny #anyway #literacy is a spectrum #something modern people forget because so many of us learn to read and write not that far apart #and do so fairly early in our lives #to say nothing of protestant attitudes towards literacy and how aggressively protestant England was #iirc the literacy rate in the colonies could be much higher at times because Puritans #which of course means more north america than anything #but idk #I'm willing to wait for the show to prove me wrong #edward teach is literate #only David Jenkins can judge me #I know people think it would be cute if we got a whole #stede teaches ed to read thing #but idk those plots in fics kinds gross me out #plus I think a show as obsessed with the stuff this one is wouldn't do that #ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #edward teach

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earlgodwin · 8 months

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"One thing that I've always said about Juan is that every action that he does is heartfelt and genuine. When it was the war against the French, he was there and he was going to go to war, even though he knew he was going to die. He saw them getting ripped apart, but he was there and he was going to do it. I believe if Lucrezia hadn't come over, he would have led all his troops into death. I don't think there's anything that he's done which was through general cowardice. In terms of his survival, he died how he lived, and that's laudable, in itself." — David Oakes.

#it just gets to me that juan is a kid who has no fucking clue what he's doing since his dad gave him a position that's difficult for him #and as much as he was scared to death of the french army and witnessing his troops being torn to shreds...#he was willing to die to protect rome and impress his dad because he's terrified knowing that his dad trusts and confides only in cesare #the family's fuck-up trying not fuck up?#the only reason juan retreated is because of his love for lucrezia and how she would be upset if he died and he can't have THAT #the writing was so biased against him because they were too busy propping up cesare i fear but alas #anyways juan borgia deserved better. being completely discarded by his family is such a tragic fate for a character.#a character who's storyline is trying to impress them but they've always ganged up on him which is annoying #juan borgia #david oakes #the borgias #theborgiasedit #periodedits #perioddramaedit #weloveperioddrama #juan x lucrezia #dailyworldcinema #tvarchive #cinemapix #by jen

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starjunkyard · 3 months

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Guys the huddy breakup scene fucking me up so bad What thefuck. I KNEW IT WAS GONNA HAPPEN BUT I STILL. I

GOD ITS JUST SO CRUEL FROM HOUSE'S PERSPECTIVE? AND I UNDERSTAND WHY CUDDY DID WHAT SHE DID BUT WE'VE BEEN WITH HOUSE THIS WHOLE TIME AND WE SAW HIM IN REHAB!!!!!!!!! AND WE SAW HIM DETOX AND WHAT HE DID TO GET BETTER AND CUDDY JUST OUTRIGHT STATING THAT SHE DOESN'T THINK HE CAN BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN AN ADDICT IS FUCKING HEARTWRENCHING?

Like i genuinely love cuddy soooooososososo much so much,,,,, i know the truth always hurts no matter what hoops you try and jump through but god its fucking heartwrenching. Its an absolute gutpunch when you take into account everything house did to try and become more than a miserable misanthropic vicodin-addicted bastard. And then one of the only two women he's ever truly loved tells him that his best is not enough. House could jump through rings of fire but it still wouldn't be enough because "that's just how you are." "I can change. I can be better." "I don't think you can." Dude im fucking heaving man

LIKE ITS LOGICAL!!!!!!!!!! ITS UNDERSTANDABLE!!!!!! BUT THE THING IS THAT THE TWO SINGULAR PEOPLE IN THE WORLD WHO LOVE HOUSE UNCONDITIONALLY (WILSON AND CUDDY) ARE THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF THOSE ADJECTIVES WHEN IT COMES TO THEE GREGORY HOUSE!!!!!!! ENABLERS BY DEFINITION ARE IRRATIONAL AND ILLOGICAL AND I THINK ANOTHER REASON WHY THE BREAKUP GRABBED ME BY THE BALLS AND TWISTED IS BECAUSE I GENUINELY NEVER COULD'VE IMAGINED CUDDY WOULD SAY THAT? I COULD JUST BE IN DENIAL?? BUT FOR CUDDY TO COMPLETELY END THINGS WITH HOUSE AFTER HE RELAPSES A SINGLE TIME AFTER GOING DRUG-FREE FOR OVER A YEAR WAS GENUINELY UNTHINKABLE TO ME? LIKE UNIMAGINABLE

God its fucking me up so bad. Its just fucking me up so bad. The only woman you've loved in 10 years tells you outright that your best will never be enough and there isn't a thing you can do about it. That your flaws and your vices are inescapable and inseparable from who you are as a person. Who you are as a person is why she can't bear to be with you. You do everything and it's not Enough Gggod DUDE

And god the fucking parallel between the s6 finale scene and the scene that follows after cuddy ends things with house. Dude i cant even talk about it like ill actually throw up (is gonna talk about it) HOUSE IS IN THE EXACT SAME POSITION House is slumped against his bathtub orange bottle of vicodin in hand and staring at his palm where two white pills lie. The scene exactly parallels its predecessor and both you and house almost hope they both end the same way .House looks at the doorway eyes swollen and red but no wilson no cuddy no one comes to save him from himself and he forces the vicodin into his mouth like a man sentenced to be publicly hung wounding the noose around his own neck. The stark parallels between the two scenes are just fucking me up so bad god man i dont know. I sound like a youtuber rightnow but i am genuinely just so absolutely ruined and need to find solace.......................... I know theres no rationalising this kind of thing but do u think house truly is inseparable from his vices........... Do you think he could've been the life partner cuddy needed without leaning on drugs.............. I know house got better i know he can be better even without the aid of vicodin but is there a universe where gregory house could ever be enough for lisa cuddy. God idont even care anymire im throwing up part of my lung

#ALSO THE FACT THAT I KNOW LISA EDELSTEINS RESIGNATION FOLLOWS SOON AFTER THEIR BREAKUP IS EATING ME ALIVE #I Cannot believe they refuse dto give her a higher wage HUGH LAURIE WAS WILLING TO TAKE THE CUT FROM HIS OWN PAY?#Its so fucked up becaous shes such an.integral irreplaceable part of the show and has been for s7 like i cant imagine the. show without her #Like i dont know if i can make it wityhut her in so fuckibg serious im gonns start hacking up blood in 4 business days on the fucking Dot #ARE YOU READY TO DIE DAVID SHORE............#johan being crazy about yaoi md #house md #gregory house #lisa cuddy #huddy #HOLY FUCK ALSO #WHAT THE FUCK DID THE??????#MUSICAL SCENE AND THE SCENE OF HUDDY RELOADING??? GUNS??? MEAN???#LIKE I USUALLY FUCKIN LAURVE DISSECTING THIS SHIT BUT I. I DONT. KNOW? LIKE WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN

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