#cloverfield paradox

[japanomaniac]

Question: In movies where the world is running out of energy supplies (eg. Cloverfield Paradox) what is the renewable energy sector doing? Everyone is lining up for gas but how are the people with solar panels managing? I want to know why the planet is falling into darkness but still refusing to go renewable? You have solar, water, wind and geothermal energy? What do you mean we need to go to Space?????

#Cloverfield Paradox #solarpunk #solar #renewableenergy #question #thoughts

[wintereyed]

♡ Ernst Schmidt + Chris Beck ♡...but make it Winterbaron.

#winterbaron #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #tfatws #cloverfield paradox #chris beck #ernst schmidt #sebastian stan #daniel bruhl #astronauts in love #the martian

[rachreads]

testing out some criterion collection mockups for some of my favorite Bruhl movies with my very limited knowledge of photoshop :)

I *do* have some extra blu ray cases lying around, may go ahead and print these out.

#good bye lenin #inglourious basterds #cloverfield paradox #(ernst schmidt i miss u so much pls come home) #daniel bruhl #daniel brühl #photoshop hard :((((((( #cloverfield paradox is legitimately one of the shittiest movies in his filmography BUT he wears littol glasses :) so it belongs here :)

[mlmxreader]

The Stars Shine For You | Ernst Schmidt x m!reader

anonymous asked: Could I request a very fluffy and cute Ernst Schmidt being with his boyfriend in a au where the Shepard is successful and everyone is returned home. Maybe a cute reunion where they are all emotional and reassure each other that they are still in love.

summary: you and Ernst have been apart for so long, worried about one another and what to expect when he comes back, but it seems that maybe not much is different.

tws: non-sexual nudity

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After so much time being apart, wondering if he would ever actually come home, you watched on the news as they announced that, at last, the mission had been successful; Earth was saved, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach as you covered your mouth with one hand and sobbed quietly. Sliding onto your knees as you hit the carpet; he was coming home. Ernst was finally returning.

You broke completely. Relief, joy, pride. It hit you all at once, so hard that you ended up falling asleep on the floor after you were finished crying; so drained that you didn't even wake up when the door opened several hours later.

Schmidt folded his arms across his chest as he looked down at you, a fond smile on his face as he shed a few tears; he chucked his keys on the coffee table, grabbed the fluffy silver coloured blanket from the back of the sofa, and draped it over your shoulders.

He knelt down, kissed your temple, and put a cushion under your head; he would let you sleep for a while, it was the least that he could do. The news was behind a few hours, only just announcing that he and the rest of the crew were actually coming home.

While you slept, Schmidt grabbed a cup of coffee, unpacked everything and put it where it once lived, and showered; he was only just coming out of the bathroom, a towel around his waist, when you woke.

"Hallo, mein Herz," he breathed out.

You stood there, staring at him for a while, before you swallowed thickly and barrelled into him; your arms were tight around his body as you kept him so close, crying quietly as you squeezed your eyes tightly shut and whimpered so softly. Schmidt let the initial shock wash over him before he returned the embrace; now that he had you in his arms, he was finally and truly home.

"Oh, mein geliebter," he murmured. "I missed you so much."

You didn't say anything, holding onto him with all the strength you had as you melted against him; it had been so long, so many days drenched in agony and worry that maybe he would never come back. Maybe the Shepherd would be unsuccessful and everything would go wrong, and now...

Now he was home.

"Ernst..."

"Ja, Ich bin hier," he said so sweetly. "I missed you... I love you."

You sniffled, pulling away and putting your hands on his face, studying his features; he hadn't changed much, except his stubble was a bit long, more scruff than anything else, but his big brown eyes were still the same. His hair was a bit longer than when he had left, and there was a faded bruise on his cheek, but he was still the same as when he had left.

"You need a haircut."

Schmidt grinned as he nodded, putting his hands on yours as he leaned into the touch. "Yeah, I do... you know, I thought maybe you would have moved on."

"Never," you breathed out, shaking your head. "Ernst, du bist meine Welt... I could never."

He brought your hand to his mouth, gently kissing your palm as he grumbled ever so quietly. "Du bist mein Stern. Mein geliebter. Mein Herz."

"Immer," you whispered, daring to steal a quick and gentle kiss.

You pulled him over to the bed, pulling back the duvet and getting in, waiting for him to drop the towel and finally join you; you snuggled into his side, pulling the blanket up to his chest as you slung one arm over his chest, your leg across his waist as he held on tightly to you. He was home.

He was home at last. Snuggled up with the man he loved more than anything in the world; all the video calls he had had with you never made up for the real thing. For hearing his voice again, for feeling his arms around you, the gentle caress of his scuff against your skin. Nothing could compare at all.

He tugged you closer, coaxing you to remove your shirt just so that he could feel your skin on his a bit more, tossing the offensive fabric aside and pulling you onto him; your hips on his as you rested your forearms on the pillow either side of his head, kissing him so softly.

You moved your arm so that you could tug at his hair, melting into how he kept his hands on your sides and eagerly dug his fingers into the flesh; the blanket over your back as you allowed him to take control and deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped between your lips, and you felt like you were going to cry.

It had been far too long since you had been able to kiss him again, you were starting to feel overwhelmed, and when he felt the first droplets on his skin, he gently pushed you away.

"Mein Stern... what's wrong?" He brought a hand up to wipe your tears away. "Talk to me."

"I just..." you sniffled, swallowing thickly. "I missed you so fucking much... kissing you again, it... it's all too much for me."

"I get it," Schmidt agreed softly. "Do you want me to stop?"

"Nein," you breathed out. "Bitte. Don't."

He grabbed the back of your neck, pushed you onto your back, and straddled your waist as he placed his arms either side of your head. "Is this alright?"

You nodded, hooking your arms around his neck as you pulled him down, but he grinned, and he licked his lips.

"Was?"

"Everything just keeps reminding me," he whispered. "I'm home... erinnern what I used to tell you?"

"That the stars shined only for me?" You asked, and when he nodded, you laughed softly. "Or that the stars never shined in space because I wasn't with you?"

"Both," Schmidt told you. "The stars do shine for you, mein Mann, and they never shined a day I was up there... they never shined until last night, when I was finally coming home, coming to you."

You grinned, sniffling as you shook your head. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"You're gonna make me cry, meine Welt," you told him softly. "So... shut up, and kiss me, maybe?"

"Now, that," he gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb. "I can do, mein Stern."

#mlem writes #Ernst Schmidt x reader #Ernst Schmidt imagine #ernst schmidt #cloverfield paradox #the cloverfield paradox #cloverfield #clover field #daniel brühl fanfiction #daniel brühl x reader #daniel brühl imagine #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel bruhl imagine #daniel bruhl

[jlhynde-insanitybrilliance]

So I watched the Cloverfield Paradox last night and it gave me some ideas for what to incorporate into UDLTTOM in regards to multiverses and breaking realities. There’s this great scene where they’re talking about entropy and linear time and how you ordinarily can’t uncook a chicken—And I just realized I’m talking about Russian Doll on Netflix. Scratch the chicken bit that’s not in that move. But what is in that move is a lot of freaky projections of objects/parts of objects from one timeline to the other (like i.e. the rotting tangerine-clementines in UDLTTOM) and that gave me ideas 💡

#udlttom #tomarry fanfic #time travel au #author thoughts #cloverfield paradox #russian doll #these are both really great films/tv series #alternate realities #breaking time #paradoxes #I really love time travel stories

[hanna-shut-up]

"cloverfield paradox is bad because it lost all meaning in the last-minute rewrites, to the point where you need a microscope and a hefty dose of charitability to spot the remnants of its "the line between tenacity and hubris is hair-thin" thesis statement"

cloverfield paradox is great, actually, because the sentient disembodied arm of the guy from the it crowd is funny, and because another guy has his all organs replaced with worms

#cloverfield paradox

[buddyup1]

it's been five years already...

#non fandom thingz #cloverfield paradox #rider rambling

[indiiglow]

I mean really, isn't ISWM just Cloverfield Paradox 2 electric boogaloo?

#iswm #in space with markiplier #Markiplier #cloverfield paradox #indi's night talk #I don't even remember when I watched that movie #but it has embedded itself deep into my self-conscious #I recommend y'all watch it it's Weird #I need to rewatch it myself tbh

[rollforjackass]

the cloverfield paradox would have been the perfect movie if they’d had a lil corner cam on chris o’dowd at all times that said “LIVE MUNDY REACTION”

#prove me wrong. you can’t #truly i love this movie with my life i overlook all her flaws. she is very beautiful to me #cloverfield paradox #oxly hollers

[fredthedemonpartner]

Actually so mad rn that the worst part of the second two cloverfield movies is that they’re cloverfield movies. With 10 cloverfield lane it’s kinda acceptable cuz it’s an interesting twist, but it’s pretty obvious they weren’t originally planning to go that direction. The cloverfield paradox is the same but it’s even more clunky if that��s possible, there was genuinely nothing that made me think “yeah I think that the damage happening on earth is from giant monsters,” I thought it was gonna be conflict bleeding through from the other earth or something cool like that. I guess I should’ve known from the tv interview at the beginning but I thought it was an obvious red herring and the monsters were gonna be metaphorical or human in origin, wishful thinking I guess. I think they should’ve taken the found footage element from the first movie and had that be the thing linking the movies cuz that’s what made the first one so great in my opinion, disaster/monster horror hits so much better when it’s being seen through the eyes of some dumbass with a camera who can’t get away, I wish they would’ve run with that concept instead of “there’s big aliens there I guess.”

#I was so hopeful going in too #so sure that the negative reviews were just cuz of it not really making sense or something #which I can easily forgive #but nah there’s just massive monsters for seemingly no reason #in cloverfield paradox there’s literally no mention of there being giant monsters or something on the other dimension earth #where the fuck did they come from?? a secret third dimension? hell? space?? #at least in the other one they spend like 5-10 minutes at the end on the monsters #clover field #cloverfield paradox #10 cloverfield lane #movie review I guess

[supercalifragipopculturevomit]

5 TYPES OF DANIEL BRÜHL CHARACTERS

After watching 40+ of his works, I've noticed the roles that he plays often fall into these five categories...

#1 - because he's German, obviously, a Nazi. The bottom two are a little niche as he plays 'unwanted Nazi admirer'.

#2 - guy you can take home to meet your parents. He's played way too many of these—it's a given with that beautiful baby face—but these would be my top five. Bottom layer gets extra points for being a good friend to the elderly.

#3 - opposite that is the guy your parents warned you about. It seems Daniel has a lot of fun playing these, especially the top layer, which leans on the love-to-hate category. I can't tell if it's just my distaste for The Face of an Angel, but I also considered adding Thomas Lang. Could be why Chris in Cargo made it here as well... because what even was that movie.

#4 - now we have 'man in way above his head by the situation his political ideologies have gotten him into'. You almost always need a trigger warning for the films these characters are in as they will absolutely gut you. They're often based on real people and events. So you will learn something about history while Daniel gets tortured into a pulp.

#5 - and finally, 'expert in his field, kind of an asshole, but hella breedable'. Most of my favorite characters are in this category... I don't know what that says about me.

Is it cheating to place Zemo a second time? I don't care. He feels like an entirely different character.

#daniel brühl #characters #baron zemo #helmut zemo #tfatws #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #niki lauda #rush #ernst schmidt #the cloverfield paradox #Andrea Marowski #Ladies in Lavender #Alexander Kerner #Good Bye Lenin! #Hans Krämer #The Coming Days #Sebastian Zöllner #Me and Kaminski #Markus Baasweiler #Schule #Álex Garel #Eva #Salvador Puig Antich #Salvador #Lutz Heck #The Zookeeper's Wife #Nebenan #Daniel Weltz #daniel brühl cinematic universe

[moodysullie]

It's in his contract, trust me.

#daniel brühl #daniel brühl gif #danielbrühledit #my gifs #cargo 2006 #eva 2011 #captain america: civil war #the cloverfield paradox

[wintereyed]

It's better this way.

#winterbaron #more space au #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #tfatws #cloverfield paradox #bucky on ice #the winter soldier

[aidenwaites]

Watney nation rise up (there's no one else here he's alone on mars)

#the martian #isnt it wild how like. every cast member of Thr Martian is in at least one other big space movie #i kept going 'wait.. ive seen that guy recently....' and it was either cloverfield paradox or moonfall

[mlmxreader]

Temperature | Ernst Schmidt x m!reader (🍋)

Anonymous asked: seal anon here (on laptop so can't do the little emoji). may i please request an ernst schmidt x male reader. where the reader is being a pouty brat all day wanting attention from schmidt who's working and schmidt finally puts him in his place.

any kinks you would like. dealers choice.

summary: temperatures rise, and so do certain frustrations when you're not able to indulge in them for even a moment's notice.

tws: swearing, teasing, Dom/Sub, Daddy Kink, spanking, anal fingering, anal sex, praise kink, little bit of edging

Temperatures had risen on the Cloverfield Station, and while most of the crew dealt with it easily and didn't particularly care about such a thing, you and Schmidt were finding that the heat had certain effects; spending most of the days wrapped up in bed with one another, your voices occasionally going hoarse and raw from what you were doing. When he was suddenly asked to sort something out, you couldn't stomach such an awful thought, being without him even though the heat was making you both act like characters in a summer horror film, sneaking off at every chance to get beneath the sheets.

You went with him, of course, you always did, the same as he always went with you when you were called to do something; which, admittedly, was very rarely. You weren't sure what point there was in having an ecologist on board, but your country demanded it, so you dutifully went - the money was good, and you saw it as a sort of holiday with your boyfriend once he had been tasked with going as well, chosen to represent his country.

But now, he was too busy; tinkering with something you couldn't even fathom, so out of your depth that even when Schmidt explained it you still didn't understand. You couldn't stand it anymore, hot and horny beyond belief as you groaned loudly.

"Can you not?" He asked quietly.

You huffed, running a hand down your face as you leaned back against the wall. "Can you hurry up?"

"Be patient," Schmidt replied, shaking his head, "this won't take long."

You grumbled, moving to kneel beside him. "But I need you now. I want you, now."

Gently, he grasped the back of your neck, his fingertips digging into the skin, making you squirm as you leaned in to steal a kiss. "Soon."

"Soon isn't quick enough," you complained. "Maybe I should go back to our room, chuck on one of those videos we have and-"

Schmidt clenched his jaw, letting you go but keeping his stern gaze on you. "Don't."

"Maybe I'll touch myself," you huffed. "You won't."

Moving around a little, Schmidt put his hands beside your knees, leaning in until you were on your back and grasping his shirt, whispering that you wanted him. "Behave."

"But-"

"I said," his voice got lower, more dominant and controlling as he glared at you, knowing that you could feel each breath across your features. "Behave."

He went to pull back, but you tugged at his shirt, keeping him close as you pouted. "Ernst... I want you now."

He groaned softly, shaking his head as he moved his hands up, planting them on the floor at your sides, his legs either side of yours, he could feel how warm the floor was on his knees. "Are you really going to misbehave, mein Stern?"

You tugged at his shirt again, about to lean up and kiss him when he put his hand on your chest and gently kept you down. "Please. I want you now. Not later, now."

His hand drifted down from your chest, going between your legs as he started to palm your cock through your trousers, making you whimper softly. "Is this what you want? For Daddy to touch you right here? Not even bother to go back to the bedroom?"

You nodded, a breathless beg for more coming from the back of your throat, your hands going to your belt as you struggled to undo it, bucking your hips when he picked up his pace a little, spreading your legs, your cock hardening. "Please... Daddy..."

"So fucking needy," Schmidt growled, pulling back and chuckling softly. "You'd ask me to fuck you right here if my hand wasn't teasing your cock, wouldn't you?"

You nodded again, but when he pulled his hand away and turned back to his work, you swallowed thickly. "Daddy, please. I want you."

You were begging, but he was having none of it, determined to make you wait, riled up and needy for him; he wasn't long, but as soon as he was done, he grabbed your wrist, and tugged you along to your shared accommodation. He had you against the wall in seconds, easily getting rid of your shirt and throwing it somewhere, biting and kissing at your throat, open mouthed kissed as you grabbed his hair and tugged it, his hands going down to your belt and undoing it as he kissed you harshly, keeping you pinned against the wall; he pulled back, swallowing thickly and clumsily going over to the bedside table.

You knew what he wanted, you knew you wanted it, too, turning around and pushing your trousers and boxers down to your ankles, pressing your hands against the wall and bending over a little so that your ass was on display for him; sweat dripping down your back as you felt the temperature get to you. Schmidt wasn't about to let up, though, returning with the lube and coating your ass and his fingers in it.

"Do you want this?" He asked softly, that slightly more tender side of dominance coming to him as he patiently waited for you to catch your breath.

"Yes," you said as clearly as your voice would allow, nodding and wiggling your ass a little. "Please, Daddy."

Wasting no time, he slipped two fingers into your ass, making you moan softly and push back against him; he pumped them in and out of your ass, spreading them slowly so that you would groan and growl for him to stop teasing you, until he was satisfied that you were stretched out enough.

He grabbed his belt, resting a hand on your ass as he hummed softly. "You're not to cum until I tell you to, is that clear, mein Stern?"

You let out a soft shaky breath as you nodded, trying to ignore the fact that your hands were sweating and you could feel it cold against the palms. "Yes, Daddy."

"Gut," he praised quietly, biting his lip and undoing his belt, slowly dragging it out from the loops of his trousers. "Are you sure that you want this? Are you sure you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you repeated, which earned you a harsh smack to the ass that made you have to bite the inside of your lip, rolling your hips at the sensation.

"Say it."

"I want this," you breathed out. "I want you to fuck me."

Schmidt didn't waste much time, easing into you with one hand digging into your flesh just above your hip, the other going to your throat as he bottomed out; he didn't even give you time to acclimate to his size, rocking his hips and thrusting into you with quick and harsh movements, making your hands slip against the wall for a split second before you gathered yourself.

You started to push back against him, moving in time with his thrusts and trying not to howl his name when he hit the right spot of your ass to make you shiver and shake and shudder; with how fast and rough he was being with you, you were struggling with trying not to cum. All the teasing, the quickness of his pace, the way he fucked you like you were little more than something to use to get off. The fucking praises that were leaving him, all breathless and hoarse. The heat and the sweat against your skin. The sound of flesh slapping.

"So gut," he growled, holding onto your hips as he pounded into your ass. "I think I might just let you cum, when you beg."

You could only moan softly, hanging your head as you tried to keep up, tried to keep with his pacing and his speed; when Schmidt reached around, one hand cupping your balls and playing with him, you almost lost it. You very nearly lost control, every sensation making you get further and further to satisfaction but knowing that you couldn't let yourself go, knowing that you couldn't step off of the ledge until you had his permission.

"You're behaving now you have you what you want," Schmidt growled, patting your ass. "Aren't you?"

"Yes!" You yelped, nodding when he hit just the right spot. "Yes, Daddy, I'll behave now. I'll keep being good, Daddy, I promise!"

"You'll let me finish my work?" He asked, his hand patting your ass a little more harshly.

"Yes," you couldn't help but to whine, able to feel every single bit of flesh on flesh as he continued to play with your balls and fill your ass with his cock. "I promise, I'll be good, I'll, I'll let you finish your work!"

"You'll stop being such a fucking needy brat?" The harshness of his hand grew, making a sound echo through the room.

"Yes!"

"You'll stop begging for my cock until I get back?" He chuckled when you rolled your hips, expecting another slap.

"Yes!"

"You'll be a good boy?" He slapped your ass again, not missing how you twitched and whispered a soft beg for more.

"Yes."

He knew you were close, so fucking close to getting your own satisfaction, it was only driving him further as he took his hands away from your ass and your balls, preferring to bend over a little so that he could wrap his arms around your waist, fucking you as deep as he could while he came; filling your ass with his cum as you whimpered and begged, begged so fucking well, for him to keep going.

As he started fucking his own cum into your ass, making sure that his claim on you was laid, Schmidt gently bit down on your skin, a harsh and quiet command leaving the back of his throat, "you can cum, now, mein Stern."

It was all too much, the noises that left your mouth as you finally let loose, all pants and whimpers and howls and groans and eager yelps and moans and growls; you could just about hear Schmidt praising you for it, for being so fucking good and for cumming when told, your hips jerking erratically as you let it all wash over you.

Eventually, Schmidt stalled in his actions, and gently pulled out; he gave your ass a soft tap, and knelt down, grabbing your boxers and trousers and dragging them up your legs, letting them hang at your hips while you caught your breath. He started to gently trace your back, not even caring about how slick with sweat you were, eventually grabbing your wrists and turning you around so that he could pin you between the wall and his body. Fuck, you were still hard.

"You were so good," Schmidt praised, gently peppering you with kisses from your throat up to the corner of your lips. "I'll help you get cleaned up, but then you have to behave while I finish my work - is that clear?"

"Yes, Daddy," you breathed out, your head spinning as the heat started to soak through you. "Very clear."

"Good boy."

#mlem writes #ernst schmidt imagine #ernst schmidt x reader #ernst schmidt #clover field #the cloverfield paradox #Cloverfield #cloverfield paradox #daniel brühl x you #daniel brühl imagine #daniel brühl x reader #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl imagine #daniel bruhl x you #daniel bruhl x reader #daniel bruhl

[deepdwellingsteamboat]

DANIEL BRÜHL as Ernst Schmidt THE CLOVERFIELD PARADOX (2018)

#daniel brühl #the cloverfield paradox #ernst schmidt #d:edits #d:dbcu #*hands you this* #keep him safe #he's been through a lot