#snatch TV

[vvalliu]

#lucapasqualino #luca pasqualino #lukepasqualino #luke pasqualino #freddie mcclair #skins #albert hill #snatch tv #d’artagnan #the musketeers #shadow and bone #david kostyk #shantaram #Luke Pasqualino shantaram #my gifs #gifs made by me

[ghoulsister1]

🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 28: Werewolf🐺

Werewolf!Bob Fink X Female Reader. A little bit of role-playing. Lycantrophy. AU: Werewolves. Some suggestive spicy content. Some playful fluff. Werewolves of London.

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☆●~The Big Bad Wolf~●☆

Your coworker Bob Fink has invited you out for a night out in the town and you agree. As the night goes on and the moon rises, you slowly see Bob's true nature.....and you love it!

You were invited by Bob Fink to go out for a night on the town and you eagerly accepted. You had a mad crush on your coworker and thought that this was your perfect chance to finally confess your true feelings to the mysterious Bob.

You got dressed up in a gorgeous red dress complete with a red hood and cape and black Mary Janes. You admired yourself in the mirror with a smile.

"A sexy version of Red Riding Hood" You Smiled to yourself. You grabbed your purse and handbag, making your way to the door. You opened the door to be greeted by Bob Fink himself.

"Bob! Hi!" You Greeted, a blush coming to your cheeks as you stared at his handsome face.

"Hey Y/N!" Greeted Bob, his eyes roaming up and down, taking the sight of you in the dress before smirking.

"You're beautiful in that dress" Remarked Bob and you blushed even harder at his compliment.

"Thank you Bob, you look absolutely gorgeous tonight" You Replied. A pink blush came to Bob's cheeks and he chuckled.

"Aw don't make me blush!" Smiled Bob, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You both shared a laugh together as you two headed out into the town.

It was a perfect night out. You both got drinks at the local pub, fooled around in the arcade before moving on to the next pub, grabbing a few drinks there before going to the local chippy and getting some food to snack on as the two of you made your way to next pub.

"Mmmmm....the chicken tenders are delicious" You Remarked, taking a bite out of the crispy chicken tender dipped in garlic sauce.

You watched as Bob munched on some doner meat he ordered, he was wolfing it down! You looked up to see the sky illuminated by a bright full moon.

"Wow! A full moon and it's October? Spooky time!" You Smiled as you dipped your chicken tender into the pot of garlic sauce before taking a big bite outta it.

Bob momentarily looked up to the full moon and he stared at it intensely, a strip of doner meat still caught between his teeth as continued to stare at the moon.

"Bob?" You Asked. Bob turned with an soft growl before clearing his throat to speak.

"Yeah?" Asked Bob, quickly eating the strip of meat hungrily.

"You okay?" You Asked curiously.

"Uh, yeah I'm good.....just nice moon out tonight" Replied Bob awkwardly and you chuckled.

"Well okay! Shall we walk on?" You Asked.

"Sure sure" Answered Bob and the two of you continued to walk on until you both reached the nearby wooded park. It was there you heard Bob let out a yelp in pain.

You turned just in time to see a change come over Bob, his eyes no longer blue but golden yellow like those of a wolf. His teeth had started to grow sharp along with his nails which turned to claws. He was looking like a real Wolfman and he was looking at you intensely, growling softly.

"I don't wanna hurt you Y/N, so I'm telling you now.......RUN. Run now or something bad will happen...." Growled Bob.

You instead did something that shocked him. You let out a delighted squeal and ran to him, cupping his face and staring at him with lovestruck eyes.

"Are you....a werewolf Bob?" You Asked.

"Uhhh.....yeah obviously" Replied Bob, confused.

"Oh my god I love werewolves!" You Cried.

"You do?" Asked Bob, still a little unsure.

"Oh my god yes! Werewolves are so freaking hot!" You Cried excitedly. Bob seemed to grow more confident, giving you a toothy wolfish grin.

"So, Little Red Riding Hood likes Big Bad Wolves does she?" Smirked Bob. You gave him a flirty wink.

"Maybe she does" You Replied.

"Well, I'm the Big Bad Wolf of London and you Red Riding Hood are looking very gorgeous tonight" Smirked Bob, slowly backing you up against the tree.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big eyes you have!" You Exclaimed.

"All the better to see you with my dear" Replied Bob.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big ears you have!" You Exclaimed.

"All the better to hear you with my dear" Replied Bob.

"Why Mr. Wolf, what big teeth you have!" You Exclaimed.

Bob gave you a big toothy grin, showing off his sharp teeth.

"All the better to eat you up my dear" Replied Bob and he leaned in, kissing you passionately.

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#marc warren #bob fink #snatch tv #snatch #october #spooktober #31 days of halloween #october prompts #spooktober 31 days prompts #writing prompt #writing prompts #spooktober 31 days #prompt 28 werewolf

[snatchtv]

It's not about the money.

Even after losing the chance of monetization on the channel, as an artist, it’s nice to see things I’ve made go so far.

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#Barry Gotay Jr #Barrymgotay.wordpress.com #Capitalism #censored #channel #children #news #online #Rumble #snatch TV #SnatchTv Content #snatchtvtube update

[lord-luminous]

All that energy spent making Poseidon and Sally's relationship a beautiful, tender but painful tragedy was so good. It hit so well.

But I cannot lie to anyone. I am still looking forward to seeing Sally get with Paul in the later seasons.

I'm not gonna apologize for who I become when Poseidon starts getting lowkey salty at Paul for dating Sally.

Block me now, because this is a Paul Blofis stan account and I'm not accepting antis.

#not me waiting to watch poseidon screaming crying and throwing up over sally moving on from him #paul (to poseidon): you want my life so bad #paul snatching percy and becoming his dad #listen posey and paul beefing would be hilarious #pjo spoilers #poseidon #sally jackson #percy jackson #posally #pausally #poseidon x sally #paul x sally #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv show #paul blofis

[mattodore]

theo: just bite down when i do. we'll see who can take it longer.

matthias: alright, bambi. you bite, i bite.

#simblr #the sims 4 #sims 4 #ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #theodore doe #matthias evanoff #a burning house to live in #river dipping #🦇 #scenes from tv that make me want to take a nice soak in a boiling hot witches cauldron #LET ME CLARIFY!!!!!!!!! they're nothing like tom and shiv i just am obsessed with the nature of bitey as a childish game #SNATCHED some of shiv's dialogue tho #and yeah... back to back mattodore posts with the pet names matthias uses on theo <3 #now just gotta make one for [redacted] which he only busts out when he's feeling especially evil kfdjhkfgh #they're definitely bleeding by the end of this round of bitey btw......... they're both well acquainted with pain so. high tolerance. #and :) if anyone's curious YES bite the hand by boygenius is in theo's playlist <3

[brosif40]

Thinking of making him more deranged hrmmm

#i mean... being alone for a while could do that to a person #the need of having a new person to be around would just make him snatch some random person up and drag them into the tv #friend acquired! #whether they like it or not #my art #bnw.exe #bnw #oc #sonic.exe

[nellarw95]

Happy Birthday Christopher 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

April 2,1961

Buon Compleanno 🥳🎂🎈🎁🎉

2 Aprile 1961

#christopher meloni #actor #world cinema #cinema #movies #film #filmography #drama movies #comedy movies #tv shows #90s movies #2000s movies #junior #12 monkeys #bound #fear and loathing in las vegas #man of steel #sincityadametokillfor #true blood #marauders #iamwrath #snatched #oztvshow #chris keller #law and order svu #elliot stabler #lawandorder #law and order organized crime #celebrity #happy birthday

[ramblingsunleashed]

excuse me did Matty sacrifice his body to stop a puck or was he knocked down??

#istg if he sacrificed his body #i will reach through my tv and snatch him up by his cute curls #kraken lb #hockeyblr

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

"KEEP AN EYE ON YOUR CHILDREN!"(Reblogs appreciated!)

#my art #mandela catalogue au #my au #guardian alternate au #tmc judas #tmc limbo #mark heathcliff #cesar torres #intruder alert #tmc intruder #tmc tv intruder #tmc au #tmc fanart #ask to tag #fun fact! In this AU LIMBO snatches the kids and Judas(vol 4 intruder) pushes the parents to do the thing that they do #distraught at the sight of their missing infants #:) #a symbiotic relationship but Judas hates Limbo </3 #/j

[dozydawn]

Tisha Sterling in Snatched (1973).

#tisha sterling #snatched #tv movie #1973 #1970s

[caracello]

ggoddamn.

#goddamn ! #gush:{🚭} #i need to go back and get some screenshots from the other eps i watched i was watching them on the tv so i couldn't screenshot... #hesso cute snatches that cigarette out of his mouth.

[vvalliu]

#lucapasqualino #luca pasqualino #luke pasqualino #lukepasqualino #Elvis Harte #our girl #the musketeers #d’artagnan #skins #freddie mcclair #albert hill #snatch tv #david kostyk #shadow and bone #I love u #my gif #gif made by me

[hollywocd]

phoebe dynevor icons like or reblog if you use them

#phoebe dynevor icons #phoebe dynevor #snatch #snatch icons #tv shows #icons #without psd #Bridgerton

[rillette]

What do you think happened to Charlie during Emerald Twilight? Did he know what was going on or did his ring just suddenly not work while he's on some strange planet and now no way to get off, for like. Years.

oh theres actually an issue of quarterly (#3) that tells us what happened when the battery was destroyed the first time!! he was on a planet (Hwagaagaa) trying to stop an invading military force from taking over and he ignored the call to assemble bc he was busy, and then his ring cut out and he was stranded in the middle of a warzone with literally nothing, so he ran for his life and hid until some farmers found him and then bc gerard jones is gerard jones, charlie somehow teaches the farmers to become a fearsome military through the power of acting even though charlie is, lovingly, a bitch and a pussy. anyways these panels are interesting to me bc if you squint and ignore the author you can pretend that the subtext here is that charlie became an actor because he's running from himself and he wants to be someone better than he actually is but he chooses the escapism route instead of self-improvement which adds a layer to his alcoholism and dead brother guilt backstory

and this is where his bandanna comes from! its more of a cape but im ignoring that godbless

anyways they eventually repel the invaders through a war of attrition (the invaders go this sucks idc anymore and leave), and charlie roams around the planet teaching people about the wonders of Shakespeare. and then somehow he joins the darkstars so i guess he either got off planet somehow or john swung by and rescued him. and then he dies 👍

#charlie vicker #asks <3 #ty for the ask!! #sorry for being insane about the world's lamest green lantern he is so chew toy to me #society if gerard jones was a good writer. or a good person at all really. someone kill that bitch #anyways charlie is so not shakespeare to meeee i know in my soul they only used shakespeare for dramatic effect #charlie is a tv actor and ik those things aren't mutually exclusive but he's giving guy who watches too many spaghetti westerns to me. #<- ramblings of an insane man. #loof suggested a one-sided hatred towards clint eastwood bc actors and ive internalized this as charlie really wanting to play the lead #in a cowboy movie but all the roles he wanted got snatched up and now he really hates clint eastwood #which is why my new littlest thingy is named eastwood #idk i think him and hal could bond over cowboy movies #sorry for the 1 billion paragraphs im insane

[chiffonperoxide]

Joseph Bundschuh as II W.O. Julius Fischer, part one

DAS BOOT (2018-)

￫ season two

#julius fischer #second watch officer julius fischer #joseph bundschuh #das boot #das boot series #das boot tv #das boot (2018) #tv shows #mywork* #mygifs* #i had feelings for him #not telling which ones #he was a delightful little freak #had attitude and a snatched waist #joseph was so right for this #i hope he comes back in season 4 that'd be lit #can y'all imagine hoffmann as captain with fischer as his IIWO #what then #i think extremely respectfully about the first and third gifs #they're so fdhjgkdhfkfg #i also think that it was kinda criminal that we didn't see more of him on land #the slicked hair and uniform??? hello????//?? #immediately caught my eye

[terrainofheartfelt]

prompt- jenny finding out about dair and her reaction + her being happy for them

Dair + Jenny

After she hangs up the phone, Jenny stares into space for what must be twenty straight minutes. 

Her fingers twitch, needing something to do, something to keep them busy. It’s been her prime coping mechanism since, well, probably since she developed the fine motor skills necessary. If she was too hyper or bouncing off the walls, her mother put a crayon in her hand, or a pencil, or a paintbrush, and then later, fabric, thread, needles. The act of making something gave her a way to focus, to take all that ambition that had been born in her blood and do something with it. 

She grabs her sketchpad, starts on a figure and the shape of a dress without really looking at it. When she does, she realizes she doesn’t want to design anything at all, and tears the page out, a new blank one gaping up at her. 

Jenny sighs, slumping back against the wall of her dormitory, drumming her fingertips on the paper. 

She’s not…mad, not really. The way Dan talked, all cautious and careful and slow, like she was a feral cat he was trying to persuade to come out of the alley, he probably expected her to be angry, but she wasn’t. Or if she was, it feels different than the kind of anger that ate her alive back in New York. 

Not wanting to design but needing to draw something, she falls back on an old standby learned from her mother. She picks up a pen, and starts scrawling across the page, filling all the empty space, just random letters, well, maybe not so random, D-A-N, B-L-A-I-R, W-A-L-D-O-R-F, E-V-I-L S-P-A-W-N. When a sufficient amount of the page is covered, she starts connecting the lines, weaving the letters together until they’re unintelligible, a collected framework of lines, an abstract approximation of the iron outline of stained glass windows of the Anglican church down the street. 

Once satisfied with the skeletal structure, Jenny grabs her box of colored pencils. She’s meticulous, one color at a time, taking care not to use two similar hues next to each other. 

Her mom always made her own coloring sheets like this. In the evenings, after dinner but before bedtime, when Dan would disappear behind a book and Dad behind his guitar, her mom would sit in the armchair by the record player and just…color, just like this, filling an entire page with a riot of different hues and shades that did look like stained glass, so bright it reminded Jenny of the blown glass vases her parents displayed in the kitchen that she wasn’t allowed to touch.

Sometime, around the time Jenny was starting to think of herself as an artist too, she insisted that Mom show her how she made them, and she did. Jenny remembers being almost disappointed that there was no great secret to it. Scribble, connect the ends, color in the blank spaces. 

“It’s no genius work,” Alison told her, “but it’s meditative. Relaxes the mind.” 

Jenny could definitely do with that, she thinks as she picks up another pencil. Bright red, like cherry lip gloss. 

She didn’t yell. She didn’t give her blessing—because why should she—but she didn’t yell, didn’t make any accusations. She bit her tongue, and powered through the conversation best she could, sprinting to the end of the phone call. And now here she is. 

She knows what she wants to say, but she also knows that she can’t say it to Dan. 

You can’t badmouth the boyfriend. Another nugget of wisdom from her mom, delivered unto her last year, when one of her friends from show choir in Hudson started dating a grade-A douchebag, and that’s judging from Jenny’s rubric, which has a steep curve. 

Jenny couldn’t stand being around him, and more than that, didn’t want her friend giving her own time to someone who didn’t deserve it, all of which she told her mother. She and Alison undertook a thorough Full Disclosure policy when she moved to Hudson. It worked pretty well, even when Jenny didn’t like the advice she heard. 

“Honey, there’s nothing you can say that will sway her,” Alison told her. “All you can do is just love her, so when the bottom drops out she’ll know that you are there for her.”

Jenny kept her mouth shut, and, a week before senior prom, the douchebag showed his true, douchey colors, and Jenny was there for her friend. 

But what sucked is that Jenny would have been there regardless, so why should someone she cares about have to go through the wreckage of heartbreak to fall back on something they already had? 

Dan has a more resilient heart than she does. It’s just fact, they went to that school and went through their own dark forests of fucked-up shit, and while she broke down, Dan’s still there. Dan still believes, in true love, in finding the one, no matter how many times he gets hurt for the sake of the one. He’s so much like their mom, but on this, he’s his father’s son through and through.

Maybe that’s the problem. Sometimes Jenny imagines stretching her arm out over the Atlantic Ocean, plucking up her brothers by the shirt collar and carrying them over to London, to safer ground. 

But when everything got bad, she felt like she couldn’t turn to anyone, but even then Dan had been ready to punch out any one that wronged her, so long as he gave her the chance to talk and she gave him the chance to listen. So, she doesn’t want to cut him off. Even though she doesn’t know how not to, given what he’s just told her. 

So, she colors, she puts it onto the paper like her mother taught her, puts the words she couldn’t say into the phone into each swatch of color. 

She’s going to wreck you. She is going to wreck you and leave you in pieces and there isn’t a damn thing I can do to stop it. 

Half the page colored, she puts on her headphones, blasts music from her laptop. She cycles through most of Paramore’s discography by the time the page is filled.

Jenny lets out a deep breath as she examines her handiwork. Stained glass on paper. And, despite herself, it worked, like mac and cheese, like chocolate chip waffles, like any comfort from her childhood. 

On impulse, she grabs her phone, snaps a picture of her DIY coloring sheet, and sends it to Dan. She doesn’t know what to say to him, but words had always been more his thing anyway. 

Two minutes later, Dan sends a photo back, one of his own attempt, still in progress, on one of his legal pads he uses for outlining. 

Love you, she sends. 

Love you too, he texts back. 

Jenny’s still worried, but she thinks, or maybe hopes, that everything will turn out okay. 

3 years later…

Jenny and Nate stumble through the door of their Airbnb. Well, Jenny stumbles, she’s been in these heels too long. Wherever they go, no matter how fucked up they are, Nate always carries himself with an infuriating amount of athletic grace. It’s that damn pub football league. 

“Oh, couch,” Jenny sighs, collapsing onto the piece of furniture in question. It’s very comfy. They truly scored with this one, booked on a whim by Jenny while they were still on the train this morning. 

Dan and Blair had their own suite at the Plaza Athénée; when Blair heard they were staying in the 5th, she’d rolled her eyes, but even she was too happy to spend any time berating Jenny and Nate’s choice of lodging on the “wrong” side of the Seine. 

“So,” Nate says lightly, toeing off his shoes and leaving them beside her discarded boots, “how are you feeling?” He bends to pick up the coat she’d dropped on the floor next, hanging it up along with his. He takes such good care of her. 

“Exhausted,” she answers, hanging her head over the back of the sofa, as Nate drops down next to her. “Can you believe we were in a different country this morning? And we took a train underwater?”

He laughs lightly, stretching out and putting his head in her lap. “That’s not what I meant. I meant: how are you doing? About today?”

She frowns down at him puzzledly, arching an eyebrow. “Don’t you have a conflict of interest asking that question?”

“My interest is you, babe,” he reaches up, tapping the back of his hand on her sternum. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I seem to recall already having this conversation with Eric after Dan proposed.”

“Yeah, well, I’m checking in again.”

Jenny sighs, tilting her head back to think. “I’m good. Really.” She clasps Nate’s outstretched hand in one of hers, and runs the other through his hair, soft between her fingers. “I’ve had enough time to get used to the idea. And while I don’t think I’m completely used to it…” she shrugs. “The more I see them together, the more it makes sense.”

Nate makes a small hum, his little nonverbal way of saying I’m listening, and Go on. 

“I don’t know,” she takes a breath, gathering her thoughts, trying to shape them into words, “Dan’s always been just…himself, but like, in soft lines, shaded in. But…now he’s more…sharper. Like the outline of him has finally been inked in, you know?”

Nate blinks up at her, crease forming between his eyebrows. “I think so?”

Jenny laughs, and he strokes his thumb over her knuckles. “I just mean, this is the most himself I’ve ever seen him be. And if you repeat this I’ll deny it, but I think a lot of it has to do with Blair. So…” she sighs, melodramatic, “for him, I’ll suffer through being legally related to her.”

Nate snorts, face breaking into that sunrise grin Jenny loves so much. He brings their joined hands down, settling them on his chest. She’s never historically been much of a hand holder, but Nate loves it, and she loves him. And, she loves that it’s her he’s reaching for. 

“I’m happy for him,” she declares. “And I’m happy he asked me to come. And I’m really happy that we won’t be anywhere near when he tells Dad.” 

Nate makes a noise of agreement. “Or Eleanor.” 

“Oh my god, yeah.”

They both laugh, out of not only amusement at the mental image of Rufus and Eleanor’s respective reactions, but also relief, that Jenny and Nate won’t be in the blast zone when the bomb drops. There are definite advantages to the ex-patriot life. 

“Is that something you want?” Nate asks softly. 

“Facing the wrath of an Eleanor scorned? Fuck no.” 

“No,” he says softly. “What Blair and Dan did.”

“Elope in Paris?”

“Well, yeah, I guess,” he qualifies with a tilt of his head. “But I was thinking…just – marriage in general.”

“Oh,” Jenny says bluntly. 

Nate nods, his normally open expression cautious. 

Jenny sits back, thinking it over.  When Nate asks a serious question, she knows it comes after a long time of thought, always seeking an honest answer, so she tries to give him the same level of consideration. 

She’s not a believer in forever like her brother is. She’s so like their dad in so many ways, but in this one, she is her mother’s child. 

“I don’t think I’m ready for that. Maybe later. Way, way later, but not now.”

Nate nods, understanding. “I don’t think I am either.”

She lets out a breath.  

“So…” he trails off, “glad we’re on the same page?” 

She laughs. “Yeah. Yeah we are.”

She may not believe in forever, but if she had to draw it, it would look a lot like Nate. 

“And, who knows, maybe we can revisit this conversation at a later time, like…when we’re forty.” 

Nate grins, and presses a kiss to the back of her hand. “Sounds good to me.”

One word prompts

#this is the longest one yet #i guess the fact that these are getting progressively more loquacious means I'm gettin my groove back #jenny humphrey #dair #jenate #my love this one is NOT on the list 😘 #but. I had bits and snatches of this idea languishing in the google docs for over a year #so this was a good excuse to finish it #but bc you did not follow the prompt I also bent it a lil so I could write more jenny/nate muahahahahahahhaaaaa #this could be a standalone minific #but i designed it to fit in to the fever dream high auverse #fun fact the stained glass coloring thing is something my mama does #it's her thing to do while she watches tv. that or sudoku #and she taught me how she does it #and now i'm nostalgic and want to color #maybe when I finally make time to watch house of the dragon I'll pick it up again #hey @ other fic writin friends #anytime you do a fade like 'X amount of time later' - do y'all hear the narrator voice from spongebob? #*prompts