#don balsam

[caycanteven]

waif gets uppies

#my art #sans #sans au #undertale au #caycantdoodle #balsam sans #don balsam #ut mafia au #horrorfell sans #horrorfell au #love her smirk teehee #she knows someone is in trouble #don't touch his waif #his lil bird #don balsam x lex

[majorpatheticcas]

DON BAL- UGH. This man can literally be a drug

Also thought it might be a cute idea if he calls Kas 'little ruby' considering her hair is red like one ;)

Don Balsam belongs to: @caycanteven !

#i didn't take the shading too seriously bc I didn't give a shit about it but I kinda like it tbh #This au got me into another brianrot hel #Balsam sans #Horrorfell #mafia au #Don Balsam #sans #undertale #sans au #Mafia au #insert self x sans #cay

[mariocki]

Cape Fear (1991)

"Let's get something straight here. I spent fourteen years in an eight by nine cell, surrounded by people who were less than human. My mission in that time was to become more than human. You see? Granddaddy used to handle snakes in church, Granny drank strychnine. I guess you could say I had a leg up, genetically speaking."

#cape fear #1991 #american cinema #martin scorsese #wesley strick #john d. macdonald #robert de niro #nick nolte #jessica lange #juliette lewis #joe don baker #robert mitchum #gregory peck #martin balsam #illeana douglas #fred thompson #zully montero #james r. webb #elmer bernstein #freddie francis #Scorsese fully channelling de Palma for this queasy Southern gothic remake of a beloved bit of Americana kino. this was actually meant to #be a Spielberg project (yeesh can you imagine?) but Marty traded him Schindler's List which worked out better for everyone. initial #reaction to seeing Marty's right hand arm de Niro as the antagonist was‚ admittedly‚ to snigger but give the man his dues he fully embodies #this grotesque‚ repellent boogeyman. crucially tho he has the seed of a genuine grievance against Nolte's (also fairly unlikeable) lawyer #lead and i think that's what really propels this script. the film is stacked with great performances‚ with a young J Lewis really #standing out in a layered and thoughtful performance. the cameos by prev Cape Fear stars are perhaps a tiny bit gratuitous (and it's kind #of sad that Peck's final role was little more than a brief meta injoke) but i get why and it doesn't detract too much from the film‚ #particularly once it lurches full throttle into a biblical tinged flood and fire apocalypse for the (very well executed) final act #ott stuff and boundary pushing not just in its freakier moments but in its commitment to underscoring tension with moments of near pure #comedy‚ but i had a great time with this. oh and what a score! i mean i think it's just a re arrangement of the og score but still it slaps

[allhailthe70shousewife]

Every year since 1993 I have made it a tradition to watch this the night before Thanksgiving. Enjoy now, with me, the 1975 Joe Don Baker classic, “Mitchell”, with Joel and the bots on commentary.

#my fave episode of mst3k EVER #MANOS is a close second😺 #1975 #Crow is my boy💗 #Youtube #joe don baker #linda evans #martin balsam #john saxon #merlin olsen #mitchell #mst3k

[adamwatchesmovies]

Death Wish 3 (1985)

Even as an entry in this series, Death Wish 3 is thinly written garbage. Between you and me though, that garbage is nice and toasty when you burn it and once covered with snow, it makes a mean tobogganing hill. Absurdly violent, tasteless and so over-the-top it’ll put you in a catatonic state, I hated the film initially but now I'd consider it "so bad it’s good".

Paul Kersey (Charles Bronson) returns to New York City after 10 years and finds his friend Charley (Francis Drake) dying from wounds a gang inflicted him. Accused of Charley's murder by a corrupt and impotent police force, Paul is let free on the condition he resumes his vigilante ways and cleans up the crime-ridden neighborhood.

This film cuts right to the chase. With all of Kersey’s family are now dead and buried so we're introduced to his “best friend”. Charley has a handful of lines before he is viciously butchered by the film’s villains: an endless gang of psychopaths who have nothing better to do than rape, steal, vandalize and murder. As before, there is no attempt to make any of these villains into human beings, they are simply meat bags for Kersey to fill with lead once the even bigger cartoon that is Inspector Richard Shriker (Ed Lauter) lets him go. After Kersey receives a beating from a trio of officers, Shriker steps in. “This is my jail, Kersey. And I’m the law. That means I get to violate your constitutional rights.” I don’t know whether to laugh or fall into a pit of despair. For some reason, Kersey decides to go along with the man’s instructions and moves into the gang-turf war zone so he can kill as many of them as he can.

This film is just an excuse to have a climactic massacre. The gang responsible for Charley’s death performs ax murders in broad daylight and they commit so many crimes you wonder how they’re able to afford the drugs they’re seen consuming. If you rob people every single day and you murder the ones who don’t cough up money, who will be left to exploit? Anyway, Kersey does his usual thing but this time, all subtlety is thrown out the window. He’s got the police’s blessing so he turns into an urban Rambo. I’m not exaggerating. I wouldn’t have expected to see any buildings explode in a Death Wish sequel, much less 3!

You can tell no one cared. Bronson is zombie-like in his performance even when he’s shacking up with the then-32-year-old Deborah Raffin, who plays a public defender unusually interested in Kersey. Bronson was 64 at the time. Gross! The characters are flat and their dialogue is frequently unintentionally hilarious. The plot is repetitive (within itself and the series) and lazy. At least it’s got the courtesy of going all-out in its climax, a gleefully ridiculous departure from any semblance of reality that jolts you awake. And they made two more of these? @#$@#$% my life.

Death Wish 3 is a long smelly turd but that last squeeze before it’s over is kind of soothing in a way. With a crowd of people who can ignore just how stupid and borderline offensive it gets, I think you'll have a good time. (Full-screen version on DVD, December 13, 2018)

#Death Wish 3 #Death Wish #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Michael Winner #Don Jakoby #Charles Bronson #Deborah Raffin #Ed Lauter #Martin Balsam #Marina Sirtis #1985 movies #1985 films

[wavypotatochips]

Hey angel! I’ve loved all the Sergio fics you’ve written! Can I request reader being younger than him and dating him but she’s never been with anyone in bed so she has her first time with him please? And he’s very sweet and patience and he never forces himself on her please? Thank you 🙏

𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐨 𝐑𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐬 [ 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖, Minors DNI ]

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Sergio Ramos x Female Reader

Word Count : 2.3k

𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: This took me so long because I have never wrote NSFW before, but ya knowwww first time for everything right? ANYWAYSSS I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ REQUESTS ARE OPEN, currently covered in college work so as of now uploads will mainly be on weekends. Thank you for your patience c’: ♥

You are head over heels in love with Sergio Ramos, a man who makes your heart skip a beat every time you see him. You love the way he laughs, the way he talks, and the way he looks at you with those warm, affectionate eyes. Every moment spent with Sergio feels like a blessing, whether you're going out on a date or simply spending time together at home. You feel like you can be your true self around him, and he accepts you unconditionally for who you are. When you're apart, you find yourself daydreaming about Sergio, thinking about all the wonderful moments you've shared and all the exciting adventures you have yet to experience together. You can't wait to see him again, to hold him close, to feel his warm embrace. Despite the media's constant attempts to portray you as being with him solely for financial gain due to your 3-year age difference, it is obvious that you are madly in love with him.

You walk into your home to the delightful aroma of delicious food cooking in the kitchen, and as you approach, you see Sergio donning a chef's hat and apron, fully engrossed in the art of cooking. You laugh as you ask, "What's cookin' good lookin'?" while admiring his chef attire and thinking how adorable he looks. You informed Sergio before you left earlier that you didn't want to go anywhere for your anniversary because you simply wanted to spend time with him and him only. Despite your current fame as a model, your upbringing in poverty left you with the belief that you shouldn't spend a lot of money on pricier items. Sergio believed that by preparing a meal for you, he might add some personal touches to the evening as he is aware that you don't like to flaunt your riches or eat at upscale establishments. With a big smile on his face, Sergio greets you with a warm hug and kiss, then turns your attention to the kitchen table, where he has set up a beautifully decorated table with candles, flowers, and your favorite music playing in the background. As it was a beautiful day outdoors when you were shopping, you are wearing a yellow sundress and white sandals to show off your newly painted toes. You smile and lean forward to take in the fragrance of the flowers, " Cariño, no tenías que hacer todo esto (Honey, you didn't have to do all of this)," you say. "I have to, of course. Las princesas siempre deben ser tratadas como tal. ( Princesses should always be treated like one.)"  Your smile is still present as you shake your head. He has always been a gentleman towards you.

“You didn't find anything you liked?,” He questions seeing you don't have any shopping bags as he places a plate of  delicious tomato and basil bruschetta, drizzled with olive oil and balsamic vinegar in front of you.  “No, I didn't find much… Thank you baby,” you respond as you pick up the piece of bread, biting into it. As you savor the flavors of the freshy tomatoes, Sergio tells you how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you in his life. "Cariño, solo quiero que sepas cuánto te amo y te adoro. Nunca me hubiera imaginado hace dos años que estaría con un ángel como tú. (Baby, I just want you to know how much I love and adore you. I would have never imagined two years ago I would be with an angel like you.) You are the most important person in my life, and I cannot imagine my world without you. Cada momento que pasamos juntos es un tesoro que atesoro con todo mi corazón. (Every moment we spend together is a treasure that I cherish with all my heart.)" Hearing his sincere remarks, you pout your bottom lip as his love and affection fill your heart. “Te amo y te adoro tanto, mi amor. (I love and adore you just as much, my love.) Thank you for being there for me and for showing me your unending affection.”

After you finish eating your "appetizer," Sergio takes the plate from you and puts it in the sink. A few minutes later he brings out a succulent roasted chicken, perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. He serves it alongside a colorful medley of roasted vegetables, including carrots, zucchini, bell peppers, and rice. He knows chicken and rice is your favorite and you dislike eating items that are too heavy on your stomach, so he thought he could cook it with a bit more of his personal touch. Given that you are often the one cooking and that if not you, he hires a chef, you are taken aback when you see the plate in front of you. He removes the chef's hat and coat he is wearing, hangs them up in the kitchen, and then sits across from you. “Let's eat shall we?,” he says and you eagerly nod. Throughout the dinner, Sergio keeps you entertained with his charming personality and witty jokes, making sure you feel loved and cherished. Overall, the evening is a perfect celebration of your love for each other, and you couldn't have asked for a better partner than Sergio Ramos.

The two of you went into the living room after supper to watch a movie and drink wine. The wine bottle is empty by the time the movie is an hour into it, and the two of you are making out. 

Moaning against his lips, you are straddling his waist and exchanging saliva. He presses you into him by placing his hands on your ass and starting to rock you back and forth. Although dressed in jeans, he has a noticeable bulge. You start to experience intense arousal, and you decide that this is the night you want him to take your virginity. Two years have passed since you two started dating, and those two years have been full of love, charm, and happiness. Just as you wanted to see all of him, you also wanted him to see all of you.  Sergio never makes you do anything you didn't want to do; he always asks you first before moving forward. The way you are leading the kiss and pressing against him a little more firmly than usual has given him the impression that you might go farther this time. Normally, after you two make out, he goes into the bathroom to satisfy himself with his hand.

"Want take this to the room?" you ask as you gently pry yourself away from him. He pants as well, asking, "Are you sure?," because he knows you already know what that will result in. You nod while biting your lower lip. As he pulls you up, he presses his lips once more against yours and gives you a tender kiss. You wrap your legs around his waist as he proceeds towards the bedroom. He kicks open the bedroom door, groaning into your lips as he lays you on the bed. When your dress rises, he crawls on top of you, lovingly kissing your neck before laying his hand on your exposed thigh. He rubs your thigh and asks, "May I?," edging ever-closer to your panties. Your panties are soaked just from him stroking your thigh and the earlier things he did. You bite your lower lip while nodding. "Words my love," he raises his head and begins to nip at your earlobe. After your makeout session, you still can't catch your breath as you pant out, appearing to be out of breath, "Yes, my love." He presses his lips once more on yours while massaging your clit with his hands as he glides over your underwear. Your gasp from the unknown wonderful sensation allows him to slip his tongue inside your mouth. You thrust your hips upward to exert greater pressure on his hand, which makes him sneer in defiance of your demands. He bites your bottom lip, pulls back a little, and mumbles against your lips,   “Princess is so eager, huh?,” before releasing go. He stops touching your panties, gets out of bed, and starts to unbuckle his belt and take off his shirt. He needed his boner to be released because it was throbbing and felt trapped against his pants. He unzips his pants and lets them fall to the ground as he flings his belt to the ground. You start to fear you can't handle him as you open your eyes slightly in response to how huge his bulge was, but the tingling sensation between your thighs told you otherwise. As you spread your legs wider to allow him to fit between you, he leans back on top of you and presses his lips hungrily back against yours. Only the thin cotton of your damp underwear and his boxers were in between the two of you, so you can feel his boner more intensely. He moves your panties to the side and runs his finger over the wet slit before inserting one of his fingers. As your legs tighten up against him, you gasp at the sensation. He gently pulls his lips away from yours as he enjoys the sound of your small moans against his ear. He keeps moving slowly until he thinks he can add another finger. When he finally does, you whimper in pleasure. You had touched yourself before, so you are not entirely naïve, but his fingers felt very different from yours. You start to press your hips against his fingers in an effort to get him to move more quickly, but he resists. Instead, he reclines and asks, "Are you sure you want to do this? " while gazing down at your face. With love in his eyes, he continues, "If you're not sure, it's okay, darling. 

You nod your head, determined that this is what you want, “I want it. I want you.” Sergio has always made you feel comfortable throughout the entire relationship and by him reassuring you that it is okay if you do not want it only made you want him even more. You love this boy with your entire heart. He kisses your forehead, nodding his head as he begins to kiss and suck on your neck, more than likely creating hickies, as he begins to slip off his boxers. Once his boxers are off, he begins to slip your panties down as well until they are completely off. Once they are off, he rubs his tip against your slit to lube it up with your wetness. He kisses you on your lips, “Tell me if it is too much, Okay?” He says, causing you to nod your head. He begins to slowly push his tip inside, the feeling being uncomfortable for you as it was a weird sensation. Meanwhile, Sergio is trying not to cum already from the tightness of your pussy wrapped around his tip. He groans against your ear, causing you to feel turned on even more. He begins to slowly thrust his tip in you back and forth until your pussy welcomes him more and more. Your legs begin to clench against him, you pant softly as you tremble underneath him. Maybe because you are a secret masochist, but the slight painful but pleasurable feeling made you feel so good.  “I love you so much, you know that?,” He whispers against your ear as he continues to go deeper inside of you. By now, your mind begins to feel cloudy as you are only focussing on the feeling of him entering inside of you. He makes sure to go slow, until now, he is about 2 inches inside of you. He feels himself not being able to fully go inside as your hymen was restricting him. “Princess this may hurt a little bit, but I promise itll feel okay after?,” he says as he kisses your forehead. You nod your head biting your bottom lip softly as he wraps one around your neck forcing your head to press against his chest. He thrust harder inside of you, causing your hymen to break, and allow him to get half way inside. You wince harshly as you grip his sides, a shaky breath escapes your lips. Sergio is using all of his internal strength to not bust inside of you as you squeezed him tightly. As he lets go of you so your head can lay back on the bed, he begins to whisper sweet nothings into your ear and remain still so you could get used to his size before he continues on. A few minutes pass and you begin to move yourself up and down, hinting you wanted him to continue on. He gets the memo and continues on, thrusting inside of you slowly until he is fully inside of you.

As the minutes pass, you become more at ease with him inside of you, and the pleasure outweighs the discomfort, and you are able to adjust yourself. Your dress hem is now up to your belly button as you throw your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. This allows him to push deeper into you, which makes him groan, "Damn Y/N you feel so amazing." You moan next to him and enjoy how his long, firm cock stuffed you.

The rest of the night followed by the both of you not just having sex, but making love. 

Sergio has always been deeply in love with you. He is completely smitten by you and can't imagine his life without you. And of course, you  feel the same way about him as you two have a strong and loving relationship. Sergio feels incredibly lucky to have been blessed with you in this lifetime, the one who loves him equally as much as he loves you. He is grateful for the love and joy that his girlfriend brings to his life, and he looks forward to a future filled with happiness and love.

#sergio ramos imagine #sergio ramos smut #Sergio ramos psg #Sergio ramos one shot #Sergio Ramos fanfic #Sergio ramos x y/n #Sergio ramos x reader #football fanfic #football imagine #sergio ramos x female reader #sergio ramos icons #soccer one shot #soccer x reader #soccer imagines #soccer fanfiction #soccer imagine #football one shot #footballer x reader #ramos smut #Sergio Ramos smut #sergio ramos x reader #ramos imagine #sergio ramos x y/n #sergio ramos #smut tw #fem reader #psg imagines

[teddybearsandspaceships]

Notes for another Cleo stream, this one from April Fools. (Cleo has been uploading VODs again \o/ so it will probably be available on Youtube soon! Still available on Twitch here.) Featuring Real Life talk and permit office shenanigans with Grian, Scar, Etho, and Pearl.

Cleo reads out a message congratulating them on the Real Life win only a minute into the stream [making life hard for the mods, who pin a message not to talk about spoilers, as usual ^^]

Cleo´s opinion on if their win is canon: “Why wouldn´t it be real? Why wouldn´t it be?” The test, going by TV series rules: if the special gets mentioned in a later episode it´s canon.

They discovered the allays having coffee at the kitty café that False put there :D

Apparently the group was initially concerned if people would be mad, but they were still making content. The “April Fools” part was just that it was a one-off.

In-game chat: Grian announces the permit office is open. Special opening hours for April 1st! Pearl and Cleo are immediately suspicious and say it sounds like a trap. Joel says that Grian is actually nice to day (but on midnight he turns back into a nightmare.) Cleo is not at all convinced.

About Real Life: ~"the first thing everybody did was wave to each other, and dance, and give hugs, and I think that says a lot"

Pearl apparently had a 0/10 experience at the permit office. The permit office is closed again. nobody is surprised.

After the recording, Scar mentioned that he was told he should get a lap belt too… Scar is not Scar-safe. Cleo is frequently concerned/worried about Scar, which is only appropriate. "I´m not worried he´s gonna hurt himself, I´m worried he´s gonna, just, tear down the fabric of society.” "He´s a special little sausage, and also needs poking with sticks on a regular basis. Like big sticks – not little sticks, massive, massive sticks."

ooh apparently three glass permits are up for grabs! Grian, Scar, Cleo, Etho, and Pearl have a discussion in front of the permit office. Very soon this involves talking about loopholes to the permit office rules, but Grian tells them to stop it, he will just make up more rules. Pearl says she might be an NPC, Cleo says AI is not that advanced. Scar has skins, hats, and plans for him and Skizz has permit enforcers, but no spoilers

They looked at the permit office and the backrooms, listened to some unsettling music, and then started talking about cooking (more specifically Scar started talking about his meat. That he cooked, as Etho was glad to hear him clarify.) Grian thinks Etho would eat grey sludge nutrition paste.

Etho´s daily sandwich: a foot-long baguette, provelone cheese, hungarian salami, lettuce, tomatoes, salt and pepper, balsamic vinegar-based dressing. With dill pickles on the side. Grian calls it the most gourmet sandwich. "The more I learn the more I both admire and get confused.” Etho doesn´t understand the big deal [tbh neither do I? It´s a sandwich.] Scar says it´s because of how mysterious Etho is. Etho considers dramatizing everything part of the job as a youtuber.

"being tortured by Grian is fun, right? Right?" - Cleo

What would be Cleo´s mission if someone had created her? Pearl: to burn things down? Cleo asked if she´s burned down things recently. Etho: "She´s a trap door flipper."

repeated discussions about if Pearl is an AI or not

"you don´t have to be an NPC if you don´t want to, you can break your programming" - killing Cleo, however, would not be unexpected. Pearl has already stabbed her in the heart repeatedly. Not in Real Life! They were together that series. [Is it just me or does Pearl´s “yeeah…” sound a little more hesitant ^^]

Bonus: Cleo contemplates stealing cOW

#zombiecleo #hermitcraft #hermitcraft streams #hc s10 #real life smp #watch Cleo´s streams they´re awesome #and have good mods #in other news I was tired and made a dumb comment that was deleted and I will now never say anything ever again #<- my brain in anxiety mode

[vespaer77]

Pairing: Gale x Named OC/Tav Author play through, making it up as we go =) Rating: Eventual smut 'cause you know they bone. Cosmically.

Link to read on AO3

Summary: Tempest Tidewater's Terrific Teas, Tonics, and Tinctures had been her whole life. She'd built her little shop from nothing but an empty shack and a dream, turning it into a household name in Neverwinter for all things aches and ailments. But at the height of her success, a mystery had begun to unfold. Her supply chain had suddenly run dry, amongst strange rumors of troubles brewing near Baldur's Gate. Left no choice but to leave her life's work shuttered and dormant behind her, Tempest embarked upon a journey south seeking answers, never anticipating the wild adventure she'd soon be set upon. This is a story of friendships and struggles, of mindflayers and cultists, but mostly… of how an artificer and a wizard fell in love.

Tempest Tidewater could hear the rush of the river behind her. And if she kept her eyes closed and stayed very still, she could almost imagine she was back in Neverwinter, gathering mergrass by the shore and waiting for a ship to arrive from Baldur's Gate carrying herbs that were found in greater abundance near the Cloakwood. And though the fabled market district in Waterdeep would claim the greater bulk of the supply, she could still rely heavily on trade to bring her things like mugwort, belladonna, and autumncrocus. Even balsam and daggerroot. If she could've sourced the quantities she'd needed from the surrounding hillsides, she would never have left. But the latitudes just weren't as favorable.

And the shipments had begun to dwindle. She'd even started struggling to make simple healing potions.

She hadn't been the only shop owner to feel the pinch. The Chionthar was a huge artery, carrying a heavy and widely varying flow of trade goods down from the continent and out through Baldur's Gate, to seek foreign ports all along the Sword Coast. The fall of Elturel had only been the beginning. Soon after came troubling rumors of hoards of devilkin roaming the surrounding forests and villages. Then there were tales goblins and gnolls, raiding tollhouses and terrorizing towns and fishermen.

And then it was drow.

And then it was cultists.

But now it was like a dream.

If she stayed very still, she could imagine that she would just wake up, safe at home. That she would open her eyes and step out of her bed, warmed by the first rays of sunshine that spilled past her windowsill. Like the ones washing over her even now. She would dance down her creaky little staircase, humming a tune as she donned her cured leather apron to begin sorting her ingredients and measuring caustic solvents. She would eat scones with honey and start boiling the kettles to brew the tea.

And if she stayed very still, so still, deadly still and just kept her eyes closed, she could smell it. The tea. Lavender to calm, mint to soothe, rosehips to heal, and currant for a smile. And of course her prized morning tea - a black blend, lively and bright, yet also acrid and smoky. Heady, like the wood coals of a bread oven. Or a campfire. Or like smoldering flames.

Like ashes falling all around her.

Flesh burning, still on fire.

And then a sound came from behind her, or above or all around her. Large chunks of detritus, groaning before falling and splashing into the water. Sounds of fragile wreckage crackling with heat before submitting to the forces of gravity. She was not safe.

Her eyes flew open and she sat up straight.

It was real, all of it. The gangplank bouncing beneath her knees as she boarded the ship without looking back. The beautiful, hazy blue mirage of Blackstaff crowning the horizon as her ship passed Waterdeep. Even her capture by a nightmarish nautiloid ship. And finally, her infestation with an illithid tadpole. All of it. It was no dream, and she would not be waking up. Her life's work - the entirety of her savings, her education, and her efforts, the whole sum of all her meager accomplishments - lie shuttered and dormant behind her to collect cobwebs and late fees and tax penalties, possibly in perpetuity.

Tempest Tidewater's Terrific Teas, Tonics, and Tinctures.

Yes. Terrific, indeed. A terrific loss. The latest in a lifelong string of them. How could she ever rebuild?

How she longed for one more piece of Tangy Tidewater Taffy. How she ached for one single, soothing cup of tea. She could just lay back down and mildew into the wet sand instead, never open her eyes again and become as sun-bleached as a sand dollar before sinking away forever. But she'd made a promise to herself, long ago, when she left her childhood home. When she spent so long languishing in inadequacy at the top of a wizard's spire. When she felt so lost and so alone - a feeling that had never left her, if she was honest.

She'd promised herself that she would not let this world beat her.

So, she groaned and slapped her knees, and summoned the strength to stand up and brush herself off. She wanted to scream. She wanted to weep. She wanted to take this hurt that sat in her belly like a blade and wrench it out. Oh, how she yearned to find that stupid fucking marid that cursed her family line and punch that bitch in the throat. After all, woe betide anyone who dared to be born genasi. At least, in the pastoral communities that worked the land and fed the breadbasket of Neverwinter.

Already exhausted into apathy by her anger, she chose to inspect herself for hidden injuries then she turned a slow circle to get her bearings.

Despite the black smoke still pouring out of the purple, tentacled abomination lying crushed and dead on the beach, the sky was warm and blue and cloudless, letting cheerful sunlight glitter across the water. An insect buzzed past her nose to land on plump, abundant blades of mergrass swaying in the light, gentle breeze of late afternoon. It was a perfectly lovely day, all things considered.

Wherever she was.

To ground herself and wash the grime of battle from her skin, she took off her boots and waded out into the river for spell. There was time for aimless wandering later. The daylight was already fading, and she wouldn't get far before she'd need to forge together some sort of camp for the night. So she allowed herself a moment of peace to float on her back and let her hair billow and fan all around her. She let the water cradle her like the mother she never had. One that wanted her. She listened to the river as it filled her ears and she dug her heels into the gravel, heeding the mild, placid current as it filtered through her toes. It renewed and replenished her, feeding her courage and a connection to the world around her, a direction forward like the needle on a compass.

Which she found she needed immediately when she stepped out of the water and slipped her feet back into her boots. Ahead of her, twisted and face down where they fell, lie the crumpled forms of those who were less fortunate than her. The poor souls who did not survive the crash, or possibly even the circumstances of their capture to begin with. Their blood soaked the dirt in dark puddles beneath them, and insects had begun gathering to feast. Clouds of them hung heavily in the low, orange shafts of afternoon sun.

But then she saw something move. Something so small she nearly missed it.

It was a foot, just ahead, along the trail of the scar the nautiloid had carved into the earth. And then Tempest thought she heard a moan. Someone was alive. With any luck, it was one of the women she'd met while still aboard the ship. The githyanki had been a skilled fighter, and if one could forgive her ruthless demeanor, she was clearly beneficial to have as a traveling companion. And Shadowheart, while cagey and mysterious, was a cleric. It was possible the girl's skills in the healing arts could even rival her own.

So she finally moved forward. Solid strides with purpose, one foot in front of the other, and with each step she felt that purpose grow. With each step, faces and words and memories circled through her mind like water down a drain. A wizard who preferred her as a pet rather than an apprentice - a meal ticket, as long as her mother's monthly tuition kept rattling in his coffers. A mother who couldn't wait to sell her once she finally came of age, and at last could pretend her family curse did not exist.

And a kind mentor, the first and only to see beyond the places where planar elements had marked her, who had the courage to nuture an untapped spark of potential, and whose only crime was to simply die of old age, happy and fulfilled.

She wondered if Mister Henry would still be proud of her, now that she'd lost everything. Now that she'd conflated her own courage with foolishness. But then his voice called to her from the depths of her own memory, steeling her nerves as she knelt beside the dark-haired cleric who stirred in her slumber on the sand. It was something he'd told her when he'd first taken her in, when no one else would.

"Look for the light in the darkness, girl," he'd said. "It will always be there. They may be at odds, but they are still sisters. Where one ends, the other surely begins. Look for the light, do not fear the dark, and be ready to begin."

In many ways, her life had begun the day she'd met him.

And it would not end here on this shore.

"Okay," she murmured to herself, reaching to shake Shadowheart's shoulder. "It's okay. I'm okay.

"I'm ready to begin."

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 gale #gale bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 fic #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fan fiction #gale x tav #tav x gale #tempest tidewater

[ophelian-darling]

hello and welcome back! it’s really nice to hear that you plan on writing again… i’m so excited (°◡°♡) this is not a request per se, i would like to hear your thoughts on our illustrious yan! don giovanna. what sort of characteristic of his darling that caught his interest? perhaps with a short interactions that goes between them?

- 🍓

yes yes yes 💕 thank you so so much 🥺

TW: Obsession, Isolation.

enjoy ♡

Giorno appreciates all shapes of beauty and considers them to be a blessing: the life of small creatures, the sun and its flowers; and there was the most alluring one: love. he secretly wishes for a taste of these pink tingles and warm feelings of belonging to someone- a tie that he needed the most. 

Love has always been a complicated emotion for him. During his childhood, he wasn't able to understand how someone can dedicate their whole souls and offer their precious hearts on a platter for someone, easily and wholeheartedly. however, the strange sensation would become too familiar later on. He doesn't know how and when- but it happened. The don didn't imagine that he'd be mad about someone else. 

It didn't take less than a smile for him to fall for you. it was the comely curve of your lips, the way you spilled your words regardless of what you said: so gentle and genial, too innocent for him to comprehend. a simple word from you swelled his heart with Warmth and yearning for something he didn't have- it was love. 

The moonlight fell across your features, dazzlingly beautiful as you listened to him; the blood under your skin heating with each soft word the Adonic don lets out.

"Have you ever seen something so beautiful yet you felt like it can't be yours, darling?" he asked, green eyes glinting as he regarded you, waiting for your answer. 

You thought for a moment: surely there were lots of pretty things you couldn't have (tangible things to be exact, an answer he obviously didn't wait for) but you ended up replying with a gentle smile"Plenty of things, but I'm used to the idea that I simply can't have everything to myself. this is life, after all" 

This is life, after all. Would you have mercy on him if you knew that your smile was the thing in question? it may seem selfish: the desire to take you away from everything and everyone, hold you and never let go of you, build your own world on his dreams and wishes… However, leaving you alone wasn't the best option either. 

"The feeling of dread when you can't have it is the worst, tesoro." Strangely enough, you noticed that gray flicker in his eyes…have you hurt him in a way without realizing it?!

"I am beyond blessed to have you understanding me even in my silence, yet at the same time I'm past agonized to not having you see the pain I feel everytime I look at you and can't have you all to myself."

He faintly remembers something his mother had said. It was something about how falling in love was painfully sweet. He was a lonely child, watching his classmates of boys and girls chasing after each other while staying under a shadow. He had always thought that he's not worthy of such close connections and preferred to be alone. 

Even after overthrowing the Boss, taking over Passione and Italy as well as being blessed with the treasury of a king at such a young age, Giorno still aspires to live a maudlin experience of romance: the arrow of a first glance, the fever of a first touch and the sweetness of a kiss. None of whoever knew him -or claimed to know him- would recognize that hue of needing to love and hold onto someone; all of his ardency coffined under stoic countenance. 

Life never seemed to be so munificent and reverent till now. Not a pearl from his jewelry box, or a single diamond ornament on his fingers or hell- even the empery he owns is nothing compared to the blessing of you. It went so fast that he forgot what was exactly the spark that made him smitten: was it the glamour of your eyes? your balsamic voice? or that pure, merit heart of yours? Giorno couldn't tell, all he was able to confess was his undying love for the enchanting human he was only able to behold. 

As much as it is soothing to stare at you from afar, the lingering frustration of not getting your attention nagged at the elegant Don, so was the morbid Jealousy. Would a loving shepherd let their pristine lamb be consumed by the beasts?! no. He couldn't blame you for the eyes you lured; he was himself a bewitched lovelorn, but the way everyone had the freedom to look at you (or worse, interacting with you) was sheerly unacceptable. you had to be owned as soon as possible. 

For someone who's well versed in the art of deception and craftiness, naiveté and sincerity were highly treasured as lost traits- good traits that he wanted to see in someone -particularly a lover- who would bask in their guiltless love and clear affection as a source for warmth. and thankfully, you appeared in his life, both as a soulmate and a reminder of the still goodness in this cruel world. 

Nights were gruellingly long and cold. Even in a secured paradise of all riches and human wishes, the king found himself missing a counterpart. leading the organization was not a problem (and he wouldn't let you know about what's underneath the surface of this luxurious life, fearing that your feelings for him might shatter from the truth of his business's savagery) but the real issue was the realization that he can't bear all the weight alone. a syrupy 'Ciao Giorno!' was sweeter than any fruit or wine he could easily afford, the feeling of your lips on his was warmer than a ray of sunshine, the loving feeling of your hands was fonder than any of the softest feathers on his coats. thinking of you would escalate to writing so many folders of serenades, but there was one word that abridged your existence to him: amore. 

"How much do you love me, Amore mio?"

You grinned, widely opening your arms "this much!". 

"And how much do you love me, Gio?"

He didn't answer verbally. Cupping your cheeks mellowly, he sealed your lips with kisses, each one softer and sweller than the other. He knew your weaknesses well: the kisses and touches of his were a tasty philter you savored. 

"I can kiss you till your lips bleed"

"Please stay my innocent Amore forever"

#yandere jjba #yandere jjba x reader #yandere jojo x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jojo #jjba x reader #jjba x y/n #jjba x you #yandere giorno giovanna #yandere giogio #yandere giorno #yandere giorno x reader #yandere giorno giovanna x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #giorno x reader #giorno x y/n #me every minute: what was the ask again?? #he's a king istg #this is literally cute ♡♡♡♡♡ #my writing looks liked when you buy William Shakespeare from Walmart #sfw #🍓 anon

[cevansbrat0007]

That Special Anniversay

Summary: The story of Andy and Reader’s Engagement.

Warnings: Surprises, Fluff, Joy, Andy Barber (In A Kitchen), Minors DNI 

A/N: Aye! My computer is back! Like I said, I don’t get it, and I don’t care. But here is Reader and Andy’s engagement story. Part of Growing Pains. Please let me know what you think! Tried super hard to do it justice! Love ya!

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Tonight was your and Andy’s second anniversary - and you couldn’t believe it! 

You adored your man, even with all of his flaws. Afterall, it wasn’t like you didn’t have plenty of your own. He was possessive and domineering…but also sweet and protective. Andy was kind and thoughtful, not to mention tenacious in the courtroom. But, at the end of the day, what mattered was the face that, he was yours. 

You’d watched as other ladies had tried to snatch him up.

There had never been a goddamned chance.

And you were his. He’d watched as other men had tried to snatch you up. 

There had never been a goddamned chance. 

While your man hadn’t been able to meet you at home tonight, your instructions had been to meet him at Casa Lucio. Now that had hurt a little. But you knew he had a busy day - a day he could not have cleared. You had offered to celebrate your special time on a different day, but Andy had declined, promising that he would see you tonight no matter what. 

So, you went in your tight pink halter dress and your nude pumps. Okay, Big Man, bring it on. Because if he wasn’t there when you got there, his clothes would be on the lawn by morning.   

You take a quick scope of the room as you enter. It was…empty…

Well, that didn’t make sense.

“Hi Madam, welcome to Casa Lucio. We’re so happy to have you.” Ahh, okay. “Let me escort you to your table.” You follow the man to your booth, totally confused. 

“I’m sorry, sir, but I think I have the wrong place. Or the wrong address. It’s my anniversary, so I’m gonna need to figure this out.” Had you fucked up?

“Oh, Madam, no worries. You are most certainly in the right place. Your first course will be out shortly.” He replies with a wink. “Here is your glass of Chardonnay, as well as your glass of water.” 

Huh? The man had had nothing in his hands. 

You look up at your waiter, only to be surprised when you see…Andy?

“Whaaat?” You whisper out as he delivers your drinks. 

“Hello, baby girl.” The man gives you a delicious wink. “Happy Anniversary. I’m off for the next course.”

The next course was bread, along with Italian Wedding Soup, which he delivers to your table himself. After that, Andy joins you. But first, he kisses your hand and tells you how much he loves you.  

You were still in mild shock. 

“Andy, honey, what are you - what are you doing?” 

“First of all, gorgeous, the restaurant is ours for tonight. And maybe…I might have helped our chef cook just a little bit. I mean, he did a good job. But the man who can’t boil water might’ve carried everything.” He says with a grin. 

“Eat your soup, baby. The next dish is coming.” You follow his directions, amazed that he had done this for you. You had only bought him engraved cufflinks. Nice ones. But you hadn’t rented out a fucking restaurant!

Next was the salad. Yours with balsamic dressing, his with caesar. Andy gets up again after you finish that course and takes your plates, before disappearing into the kitchen.

A few moments later, your boyfriend comes out with the Chef, each one of them carrying a plate of…Spaghetti Bolognese. Your mouth is literally watering. 

Andy sets the plate he’s carrying in front of you, while the Chef sets a plate in front of his seat. “Madam, your boyfriend cooked this himself. I was only there to supervise.” The Chef gives you a wink and then walks back into the kitchen.

You are shocked.

“You…you did this for me, Andy?” You ask him, before you take your first bite of the dish. Fucking most goddamned amazing bite of your life!

“Nothing but the best for my girl.” Andy murmurs. “And I know we’re trying to eat, but I have a couple more things to give you tonight.”

“Andy, honey, I don’t need anything else. I -”

“Shh.” He cuts you off. And then he reaches out of his pocket and hands you a box. “Open this for me.” A shiver courses through you. 

“Andy…” Could this be..?

He grins at you. “Open it.” 

So you do. It’s a charm bracelet. We’re talking horses and a merry-go-round, pies, a strawberry ice cream cone, music notes…and more.

You feel your eyes water as memories come to mind. “Thank you, baby. This is so beautiful and I -”

Your man grins at you once again. “I’m so glad you like it. Makes me feel good because I have one more thing for you.”

“Andy, sweetheart, this is more than enough! I absolutely love it. I only got you engraved cufflinks. They’re nice, but they don’t compare to this dinner or bracelet.” You reach over to hold his hand but he pulls away. 

Uh oh. Was he disappointed in your gift for him? You could always take them back. You could -

And then you see he’s no longer in his seat. We’re could he have…?  

And then you see another box with a gorgeous diamond ring in his hand. And he’s on one knee. 

He’s on one fucking knee! 

“Y/N. Beautiful girl. My best friend. My greatest defender. My greatest treasure. My favorite overthinker. And most importantly, the woman I love.”

You stare at him, speechless. Your hand is in his, and his eyes are soft. You can feel the tear tracks as they make their way down your cheeks. 

“Will you please give me the ultimate gift by agreeing to marry me?” Andy is kneeling in front of you, waiting with baited breath. And all you can do is look at him in disbelief.

“Please be my wife.”

You stare at each other for a moment.

“And you’ll be my husband? Promise?” You can’t keep the emotion out of your voice.

Andy chuckles softly. “Well, that’s usually how it works, baby. If you’ll have me, that is.”

“Then yes. I want forever with you, Andrew. For now and for always, okay? For fucking ever. You have my word on that, my Big Man.”

END

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[caycanteven]

Lots to talk about....

#my art #sans #sans au #undertale au #caycantdoodle #mafiahorrorfell sans #ut mafia au #horrorfell sans #balsam sans #don balsam #late night doodle teehee #god i love him #I really really do #OUGH

[majorpatheticcas]

The brainrot got so bad my art style of Kas died on me.. But it was worth getting my finger paralyzed again

More Don Balsam for :

@caycanteven

#lmao i'm sorry #i'm fucking losing it #IWHDKSBDIEH #Since Kas works partm time as a waitress and as a singer #mainly he can only take her out for lunch #but barely in the evening #sad but true #ngl Kas kinda looks like a mommy??? #IDK OKAY #IDK WHAT HAPPENED TO MY STYLE OF KAS. #pretty rare of me drawing not in my usual cartoony style lol #Honestly he would wait for her at the door once he knows her shift is about to finish #but sometimes he wouldn't be able to bc of his work #and Cas understands his shits #i'm going insane #sans #don balsam #insert self x sans #kas x don balsam #horrorfell sans #mafia au #cay #majorpatheticcas

[byneddiedingo]

Robert De Niro in Cape Fear (Martin Scorsese, 1991)

Cast: Robert De Niro, Nick Nolte, Jessica Lange, Juliette Lewis, Joe Don Baker, Robert Mitchum, Gregory Peck, Martin Balsam, Ileana Douglas, Fred Thompson. Screenplay: Wesley Strick, based on a novel by John D. MacDonald and a screenplay by James R. Webb. Cinematography: Freddie Francis. Production design: Henry Bumstead. Film editing: Thelma Schoonmaker. Music Elmer Bernstein.

Steven Spielberg originally planned to film this remake of J. Lee Thompson's 1962 Cape Fear, but when he decided it wasn't exactly his thing, he traded with Scorsese for the rights to make Schindler's List (1993). (Which in turn makes me wonder what Scorsese's version of List would have been like: Would Robert De Niro have played Oskar Schindler or Amon Goeth?) I'm not sure why anyone wanted to remake this specific material (James R. Webb's screenplay based on a novel by John D. MacDonald, revised here by Wesley Strick) since the premise of the film, an ex-con takes revenge on the man he blames for sending him to prison, is such a staple of melodrama. The only real twist to the premise is that the object of revenge is not the prosecuting attorney or the judge who sentenced Max Cady (De Niro), but his own defense attorney, Sam Bowden (Nick Nolte). Cady, while studying law in prison, learned that Bowden had suppressed evidence that he might have used at least to get a lighter sentence for Cady. (Bowden had been revolted by his client's rape and battery of a young woman.) Scorsese's version of the story is certainly watchable -- Scorsese has yet to make a film that isn't -- but it's just a melodrama ratcheted up to the heights. Scorsese has Freddie Francis film some dialogue scenes in closeups, with the camera slowly pulling in even closer on faces as the characters talk. But the one time Scorsese decides not to do this is actually the best scene in the film: when Cady talks with Bowden's daughter, Danielle (Juliette Lewis) on the stage of her high school's theater. Here the distance the camera keeps from them at first allows for a tension that grows in intensity, until finally the camera draws nearer. De Niro pulls out all the stops in a performance that earned him an Oscar nomination, but at times verges on self-parody, especially the Southern (?) accent that he adopts (and occasionally drops). Nolte and Jessica Lange (as Leigh, Bowden's wife) are fine, as one expects them to be, but the best performance is given by Lewis, who was 18 and makes Danielle a credible 15-year-old, her rebellious streak reinforcing her attraction to Cady at the same time that she knows to be wary of him. It earned her an Oscar nomination and launched her career. Robert Mitchum and Gregory Peck, the Cady and Bowden of the first film, appear in cameo roles -- a gimmick, and not an especially effective one.

#Cape Fear #Martin Scorsese #Robert De Niro

[calyroco]

Don Quixote channeled the spirit of a child making "potions" when he brewed that "healing balsam" that made him and his squire sick instantly

#lmao #don quixote #reminder that sancho abandoned his family for this man

[sanfranciscopubcrawl]

Get ready to "Begin Again" with a brunch experience like no other! On Saturday, April 20, The Brixton is hosting the ultimate Taylor Swift-themed brunch and listening party from 11AM to 3PM. It’s your chance to hear her new album, "The Tortured Poets Department," fresh off its release. And let’s be honest, what better way to dive into new Taylor tunes than with good food, great company, and a vibe only Swifties can create?

AFTER BRUNCH: The Taylor Crawl - A Taylor Swift-themed Pub Crawl

Brunch Details Date: Saturday, April 20

Time: 11AM to 3PM

Location: The Brixton (2140 Union Street, San Francisco, Ca 94123)

Brunch Pre-Fixe Menu: $35

*After purchasing brunch ticket, please make reservations here: https://www.sevenrooms.com/reservations/thebrixtonunion

*Ticket purchase does NOT include gratuity. 18% gratuity will be added per person to all brunch checks

What’s on the Menu? Start your day on a high note with 90 minutes of bottomless mimosas, because we know "You Need to Calm Down" after a week like yours. Share a selection of breakfast pastries, muffins, and fruit with friends and indulge in one of our specially crafted brunch entrees:

Shake it Off Flatbread: Loaded with black forest ham, balsamic red onions, Swiss cheese, and a honey mustard aioli, topped with two fried eggs. It’s as bold and upbeat as Taylor’s hits.

Lavender Haze Ricotta Pancakes: Soft pancakes paired with fresh berries, whipped cream, and maple syrup, perfect for those who love a "Sweet Escape."

Bejeweled Breakfast: Choose from smoked applewood bacon or a breakfast sausage patty alongside two eggs any style, toasted levain bread, and breakfast potatoes.

Feeling extra? Add on a $10 French Blonde or a $10 "Bad" Bloody Mary to spice up your brunch.

Tune In to "The Tortured Poets Department"

As you sip and savor, immerse yourself in Taylor Swift’s latest album. "The Tortured Poets Department" promises to be a lyrical journey, and what better way to experience it than surrounded by fellow fans? Each song is a new story, and each note resonates perfectly with the Marina’s breezy backdrop.

Why You Can’t Miss It

This brunch isn’t just a meal; it’s a pre-party for the evening’s Taylor Crawl, taking place from 4PM to 10PM across The Marina’s best bars. Consider it your exclusive ticket to celebrate Taylor's new era with the city’s biggest Swifties.

The Brixton is the place to be for any Taylor fan looking to "Escape From the Real World" and step into a day filled with music, mimosas, and magic. So, grab your friends, don your best Taylor-inspired look, and get ready for a brunch that’ll have you saying, “I had the best day” with us.

Tickets are $35 and include a feast fit for a pop queen. Spots are limited, and trust us, you won’t want to miss out on this blend of culinary and musical delight. Get your tickets now, join us for brunch at The Brixton, and stay for the memories.

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[farzanatrading]

Reasons to include eggs in your daily diet, as well as some dinner egg dishes.

EGGS ARE NUTRITIOUS

Eggs incorporate nearly every nutrient your frame needs, such as Vitamins A, B5, and B12, selenium, zinc, and calcium. These vitamins offer power and might raise immunity. Eggs additionally encompass protein, that's critical for growth, improvement, and molecular repair.

Our Farm Fresh Eggs may be paired with an 8oz. Rib-Eye Steak, making it a super meal for any time of day!

CAN PREVENT HEART DISEASE

While a few research have related excessive levels of cholesterol to coronary heart sickness, LDL cholesterol is crucial to our molecular membranes. Produced through the liver, LDL cholesterol also can be acquired from our food regimen. Although eggs are excessive in LDL cholesterol, they don`t always have an effect on your blood LDL cholesterol.

Egg yolk includes over 60 percent of the advocated day-by-day LDL cholesterol consumption however the whites are protein-wealthy and occasional in LDL cholesterol. According to Healthline, research have proven that consuming 3 entire eggs an afternoon does now no longer enhance ldl cholesterol in approximately 70 percentage of people.

 For the opposite 30 percent, eggs can mildly enhance overall and LDL (“bad”) ldl cholesterol. If blood tiers are excessive, it`s advocate to keep away from consuming immoderate quantities of ldl cholesterol. High tiers of LDL ldl cholesterol can enhance your danger for coronary heart sickness and stroke, whilst excessive HDL (“good”) levels of cholesterol can decrease those risks.

Add a few eggs to your lunch with our California Salad, crowned with grilled fowl breast, crispy bacon, sliced avocado, hard-boiled egg, and Balsamic Vinaigrette.

CAN IMPROVE EYE HEALTH

Eggs also can assist enhance eye health. They incorporate lutein and zeaxanthin,  antioxidants that offset the degenerative strategies that impact our eyes as we age. They also can assist lessen the danger of not unusual place eye disorders, which include cataracts. Eggs additionally incorporate loads of Vitamin A which, while missing in one`s food regimen, is a not unusual place reason of blindness.

Get your restoration with our Egg Salad Club, served with lettuce, tomato, bacon, mayonnaise, coleslaw, pickle and your desire of French fries, cup of soup or residence salad.

SUPPORT WEIGHT LOSS

Although low in calories, eating eggs can depart you feeling complete and satisfied. Instead of turning to subtle carbs in the morning, like toast, cereal, or pastries, start out with a few eggs. The nutrients they incorporate additionally contribute closely to weight management.

Choose eggs online from Farzana online store. Adding eggs to your day-by-day food regimen might also additionally assist you to lose weight.

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