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gryfflepuffinthetardis · 5 months

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Supernova Bio

Real Name: (Various translations) Methuselah, Earendel

More Legendary Translations (Though she doesn’t really go by them): Artemis, Athena, Cassiopeia, Eris, Nyx, Psykhe, Andromeda, Ceto, Asteria, Melinoe, Persephone, Hestia, Nemesis, Mnemosyne, Cilo, Hebe, Circe, Thanatos, Soteria, Hecate Kaun Yin (etc.)

Chosen Name: Supernova

Nickname(s): Nova

Titles (at the time of her death): Queen of Elder, Elder Queen, Supernova Queen

Former Titles: Princess of Elder, Elder Princess, Supernova Princess

Age: Nearly Thirteen Billion

Quote: “I’ve found that if people think I’m less than I actually am, the more satisfying it is for me, and more shocking it is for them, when I prove them wrong.”

“I am not your little princess. There’s a reason I was the inspiration for so many feared Goddesses."

Human Appearance: Curly Red/Blonde Hair, Purple eyes, Five Foot Three.

Natural Appearance: Curly Multi-colored Hair, Purple Eyes, Five Foot Three

Species: Elder (Neighbor planet of Gallifrey)

Status: Suppressed but Alive

Cause of Supposed Death: Shot by Dalek after trying to save the Doctor’s life

Powers/Abilities: Empathy, Mild Telepathy, Reincarnation, Aura-Seeing, Mind Palace, Light Manipulation, Heat Manipulation, Optional Semi-Immortality, Levitation, Memory Transfer, Gravity Manipulation,

Oddities: Silver Tears; when Elders die, their bodies glow and cause a violent seeming although ultimately harmless explosion outward; Legend says that some are capable of reincarnating as new Elders or other alien species if their gods view them worthy enough, only one has been proven worthy enough.

Relations:

Kassandra (Mother, Deceased)

Castiel (Father, Deceased)

Narcissus (Husband via Arranged Marriage, Deceased)

Personality: Loyal to a fault; Kind; Compassionate; Fierce; Protective; Intelligent; Scary when angry; Geeky; Witty; Sarcastic; Tomboy; Just; Selfless; Shy, Hufflepuff, Brave, Curious, Soft, Insecure, Secret Badass, Observant, Strong, Fighter, Trusting, Loving, Violent, Impulsive, Scatterbrained, Pessimistic, Eccedentiast (Hides her pain with smiles), Cold Anger, Hyperactive, Insensitive, Masks her feelings, Perceptive, Paradoxical

Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff

Hogwarts Hybrid: Gryfflepuff (Hufflepuff/Gryffindor)

Fears:

Claustrophobia — Fear of small, enclosed spaces — As a princess she grew to resent enclosed spaces as she often felt trapped.

Likes: Freedom, Science Fiction, Fantasy, Reading, Helping, The color purple, Traveling with the Doctor, Halloween, Kindness, Mischief, The Doctor, Violence, Proving people wrong

Dislikes: Being Bored, Feeling Trapped, Most People, Wearing dresses, Looking girly, Being called girly, The color pink, Valentine's Day, Conformity, Being forced to conform to royal forms

Tendencies: To go on philosophical tangents, to help those who feel distressed, to become violently protective; Tranquil Fury

Skills/Abilities: Sword Fighting, Acting, Sherlock Scan (Look on tvtropes.org), Intellect, Weapon Proficiency, Fighting, Martial Arts, Hacking, Omnilingual, Ability to use a Mind Palace (Like in Sherlock.)

Possible Disorder(s): ADHD, Directional Dyslexia

Sexuality: Heteroflexible Demisexual

Wardrobe: Flannel; Plaid; Leather Jackets; Beanies; Graphic tees; High tops; Boots; Trench Coats

Accessories: 3D Glow-In-The-Dark Galaxy Ball Pendant (Chameleon Arch), Alien Sword that Changes Its Blade As Per Wielder’s Mental Command

Friends: Ozzie Clarus (First love/Ex; Deceased), The Doctor, The Master (Presumed Deceased), Sarah Jane Smith, (Various other companions of the Doctor)

Enemies: Daleks, Cybermen, Narcissus

Love Interests:

Ozzie Clarus (First Love/Ex; Deceased)

The Doctor (Crush)

The Master (One-Sided Crush on his side; Presumed Deceased)

Narcissus (Husband by Arranged Marriage; Deceased)

Face Claim(s):

Malina Weissman (Violet Baudelaire)

Katherine Langford (Hannah Baker/Morgan Stark/Nimue/Leah Burke/Meg Thrombey)

#The Eccedentiast #Lillie Tyler #Supernova #2005 Bio #Violet Baudelaire #Katherine Langford #Doctor Who #Tenth Doctor #Ninth Doctor #Castiel #Sarcastiel #Greek Goddesses #Phoebe Halliwell #Misha Collins #Alyssa Milano

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oftatteredwings · 10 months

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⸻ KIT HARINGTON. HE/HIM / have you ever heard of BETWEEN THE BARS by elliot smith, well, it describes JONAH MATTHEWS to a tee! the thirty-five year old, and GENERAL PRACTITIONER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more flighty or more COMPASSIONATE instead? anyway, they remind me of a room full of piles of old books, hikes at sunrise, whiskey poured from a crystal decanter, the smell of rain of fallen leaves and comfy flannel shirts, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

time in notting hill ; 5 years.

tw: car crash, child death, death, depression, alcoholism

Name: Jonah Matthews Nicknames: Jo, Jones Age: Thirty-five Date of Birth: 3rd May 1988 Birthplace: Oxford, UK Length of time in Notting Hill: 5 years Occupation: General Practitioner Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/bisexual Positive traits: Determined, clever, compassionate Negative traits: Obsessive, flighty, volatile

Jonah was born in Oxford and pretty much lived an idyllic life as a youngster —- if you didn’t think about the fact he and his sisters were raised by nanny’s alone anyway, their parents only around on weekends if there was somewhere they needed to be seen.

He was known for temper tantrums as a child and that seemed to follow him into his teens, although it was more of a violent mood swing by then. Emotions always seemed to come out in an explosion for him.

A bright child, he moved up a year in school ( a highly irregular occurrence these days ), something that certainly brought on one of those tantrums. It didn’t work in his favour on this particular occasion.

At seventeen he received early acceptance to Harvard to study medicine and wasted absolutely no time in accepting the offer.

The move took him from his family and to another country, but he was quickly distracted, throwing himself into a new life. Hiking became a prominent part of it and that’s eventually where he would meet the would be mother of his child.

Luke was born two years after they met. A bundle of pure joy and happiness. Jonah was completely besotted and also completely in love with his work. He decided then to put everything into it, choosing to continue his education and specialise in surgery, wanting to go as far as he possibly could.

They created a life for themselves, moving to Chestnut Hill where he worked on renovating their house in his spare time (what little of it he had).

When Luke turned five, however, there was an accident. Mother and son involved in a car cash that would become fatal. Their son passed away in the back of the ambulance.

Within twelve hours Jonah had been back at the hospital demanding a change of department. He threw himself into work, ignored everyone's warnings and switched himself off from everything. Working as a paramedic was supposed to make him feel better, stop him from blaming himself for what had happened.

It didn’t turn out that way. In fact, eighteen months later it led to a complete break down. For the first time since the accident he began to cry... and he couldn’t stop. The following morning he left his girlfriend ( brutally told her they had nothing in common anymore other than a grave ), left his job, and then jumped on a flight back to the UK and back to his family.

Six months later he arrived in London (somewhere his little sister had relocated to) and that’s where he’s been ever since. He spent some time retraining and then picked up a job at a local private GP practise, something he has since found extremely rewarding.

His mental health is still a struggle, especially so when the anniversary of Luke’s death rolls around each year, but he’s made a new life for himself in London and has no plans to go back to the States.

HEADCANONS.

Despite the breakdown of his relationship with Luke’s mother, Jonah still has a passion for hiking and will often spend his weekends in the Peak District and Lake District making his way around the trails in the early hours of the morning, basking in the golden glow of sunrise.

Most would think because he grew up wanting for nothing, that he would spend his money like it was going out of fashion, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Since his move to Massachusetts at 18 he started putting money away, always saving for a rainy day, refusing to spend a lot unless it was absolutely necessary. He’s yet to find that rainy day, but is always looking.

He is a major bookworm, he has an entire room in his apartment filled with books, wall to wall, like his own personal library. If he’s not out at work or hiking, he will usually be found there, glasses resting at the end of his nose, engrossed.

Paul is very much a closet alcoholic, something he is attending meetings for in secret. It’s one thing he’s never wanted people to know about. It’s also one of the reasons he’s never been able to go back on his path to becoming a surgeon.

#✧ jonah ( about )#nottinghillintro #car crash tw #child death tw #death tw #depression tw #alcoholism tw

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paulisded · 1 year

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The Ledge #554: New Releases

Everybody knows the drill by now. The first Friday of the month means it's new release night at The Ledge headquarters (aka my bedroom). Somewhat weirdly, though, is that this February episode is technically the first new release show of the year. But that's due to the Teenage Kicks subtheme necessitating a December 30 airing of the January new release show. Make sense?

Speaking of "Teenage Kicks", I'm so happy that this week's submission is by Sixgun Republic leader Christopher Chancey! He's got sort of a rockabilly vibe going through his little version, and I love the use of a piano! Chancey also submitted an old cover of "Sonic Reducer" his band put out back in 2007. Thanks Christopher!!!

Do you have a version of this seminal tune to submit? Do you have a little bit of time you can set aside to record a track to air? Please submit it to me! I'm so blown away by the reaction to "52 Weeks of Teenage Kicks"! A few bands have already promised to forward a submission in the near future, but the more versions the better! If you have any questions, please contact me at [email protected]

CLICK HERE TO DOWNLOAD THE SHOW!

1. CHRISTOPHER CHANCEY, Teenage Kicks

2. Sixgun Republic, Sonic Reducer

3. Iggy Pop, Strung Out Johnny

4. J.T. IV, A Fix Of Rock and Roll

5. Guided By Voices, Another Day to Heal

6. Robert Forster, She’s A Fighter

7. King Tuff, Portrait Of God

8. Glyders, Geneva Strangemod

9. Ambassador Hazy, If You Could

10. Malibu Lou & The Attackers, Teenage Kicks

11. The Streetwalkin' Cheetahs, One More Drink (ft. John Easdale)

12. Matweeds, Stay

13. Continental, State O' Maine

14. The Laissez Fairs, Kathleen Caffeine

15. The Shang Hi Los, Plymouth Rock

16. Steve Stoeckel, Mod Girl

17. The Heavy Sixers, Worlds Gonna End

18. Local Drags, Feelin In Stereo

19. Tommy and The Rockets, Buckle Up

20. CC Voltage, Berliner Pilsner

21. Torpedohead, All Those Wasted Years

22. Bass Drum Of Death, Keys to the City

23. Dash Rip Rock, True Drunk Love

24. The Men, Hard Livin'

25. Fucked Up, Found

26. Critical Response, April Fools

27. Strange Attractor, Dog Walker

28. R. Ring, Hug

29. Juniper, She Steals Candy

30. The C.I.A., Impersonator

31. Kepi Ghoulie, The Perfect Girl

32. Ryan Smith, I Wanna Destroy You

33. Blast Choir, Bully in the Fight

34. Devil Love, Down By the Seashore

35. Tee Vee Repairmann, Out Of Order

36. The Heck, On My Nerves

37. The Tubs, Two Person Love

38. Tetnis, Chain of Command

39. Rotary Club, American Tower

40. The Lemon Drop Gang, The Party's Over

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seo777777777 · 2 years

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With every generation movie stars have worn them. Rock stars have shredded them. And celebrities have stripped them. Paris anyone? The t-shirt has been the fashion essential for over 70 years and probably another 70 years and more. So how did it get here and what does the future hold?

Origins - Call to Arms in Short Sleeves

The t-shirts humble beginnings can be traced back to the early 1930's. WWI European soldiers entrenched in mud wore the t-shirt as an undergarment. The advantages of the light cotton underwear were quickly adopted by the US military. By WWII the US Army and Navy had supplied the t-shirt as standard issue. T-shirts at the time were still considered underwear and not worn casually.

1950's - Cult Movie Bad Boys

With the help of a sweating Brando in the 1951 film "A Streetcar Named Desire", and later a brooding James Dean in "Rebel without a Cause" the t-shirt had moved to mainstream youth culture. By the time Elvis had gyrated, the teenage rebellion seed was planted and along with denim jeans the t-shirt had become the hot fashion statement.

1960's - From Beatniks to Vietnam

1970's - Your Disco Needs You

Rock emerged beating to death the Hippy's with their own sandals. The black t-shirt was now standard issue with printed logos of stadium rock Supergroups such as Led Zeppelin, ACDC and Pink Floyd. In the course of the mid 70's Surf apparel started appearing. Niche surfing brands such as Lightning Bolt, Billabong, Rip Curl and Quiksilver would later become big corporations. Athletic giants Adidas, Puma, Reebok and Nike also gained prominence with their branded printed tees, shoes and apparel. The decade was also known for it's many classic t-shirt motto's including the Smiley face, "Sh*t Happens" and "I love NY" which would see a revival after 911. Fonzie in the TV sitcom Happy Days paid homage to Brando and Dean 20 years before by reintroducing the blank white tee. In 1977 the Star Wars phenomenon had exploded. Star Wars t-shirts were everywhere for the tween. But for the twenty something's there was of course Disco. With movies like Saturday Night Fever and Thank God it's Friday the flared trousers and tight t-shirts became the usual 70's silhouette.

1980's - Fashion beep beep

The influence of music had an extreme effect on fashion in the 80's. The New Romantic movement in the early 80's had passed on the simple tee, opting for a more extravagant look. Remember Flock of Seagulls? On the opposite spectrum the Punk movement was in full flight with black ripped up tees, Doc Marten boots, piercing and lots and lots of hair gel.

By the mid 80's the Japanese fashion influence had caught on. Designers Yohji Yamamoto and Issey Miyake had reinvented the t-shirt to a large oversized kimono style cut. Katherine Hamnett in 1984 took it even further with the notable "Choose Life" print which was immediately embraced by Wham! in their video "Wake Me Up Before you Go Go". Not long after Frankie said "Relax" and The Smiths said "Meat is Murder" regurgitating the political t-shirt.

From the oversized tee stemmed the woman's "t-shirt dress" which developed into neon and day glow colours.

Springsteen brought the jeans and a t-shirt back to basics with rolled up macho sleeves during his Born in the USA phase. For the MTV generation Armani took the t-shirt to high fashion wearing the tee underneath a suit jacket. Of course the suit jacket sleeves were rolled up ala Crocket and Tubbs Miami Vice style (parodied exceptionally in that Friends episode).

Surf tees saw a rebirth pioneered by new brands Stussy and Mossimo. Also adopted by Skaters long sleeve t-shirts became ever more popular. The Hypercolor t-shirt fad where the fabric changed colour with heat was very popular. Entertainingly if the wearer worked up a sweat big unsightly patches of colour change would occur around the armpits.

Again the influence of music came back into play. Hip Hop proved it wasn't a phase adopting at first Adidas as a brand. Later various Rap specific brands emerged such as Sean John and Phat Farm. Dance, Trance and DJing gained prominence and tighter and sleeveless t-shirts worn with baggy pants become the mode. Grunge anti-fashion also took the tee in another direction with a dark worn appearance.

21st Century Brand Child

According to branding experts Al and Laura Ries in the book "The Origin of Brands", as a product category evolves the category then diverges further into more categories. Like a tree some branches may whither and die while others will further grow and diverge again. This is probably best explained with the invention of the TV. The TV has diverged from the humble B&W television to many other categories. We now have CRT, Plasma, LCD, HDTV, Rear Projection, portable and widescreen.

There is no doubt that divergence has affected the t-shirt. The shape of the t-shirt itself has diverged to anywhere from tight, regular, hip hop loose to baby tee. With the advent of the Internet we've seen a boom in smaller t-shirt label startups. Now there are so many categories we are almost overwhelmed for choice. Some

t-shirt/apparel categories are:

Skate Brands: Hurley International, Globe, Element, Volcom, World

Surf Brands: Billabong, Mambo, Rip Curl, Rusty Quiksilver which has diverged to girl surf category Roxy.

Snowboard Brands: Burton, Salomon

Hip Hop Brands: Sean John, Ecko, G-Unit, Phat Farm.

American Retro Classic Brands: Dickies, Von Dutch, Harley Davidson.

Martial Arts Brands: Drunken Munky and various Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris logos.

Funny t-shirts: Vote for Pedro. Jesus is my homeboy, White canadian made hoodie Castle.

Internet Brands: T-shirt Hell, Café Press, Threadless.

Sport Brands: Puma, Nike, Adidas, Reebok.

American Basic Brands: Hanes, American Apparel, Fruit of the Loom and GAP.

High fashion Brands: Tommy Hilfiger, Gucci, Armani, Ralph Lauren, Calvin Klein.

The Future

So which category branches will whither and die and which will survive to the next decade? Would you rather look like Eminem, Kelly Slater or Tony Hawks? And what is a t-shirt anyhow? Is it a simple apparel design with a coloured screen printed artwork featuring a hobby, sport, band or affluence that you may identify with? Or is it a product branded, marketed and directly mass produced for your particular demographic? Either way T-shirts have become a billion dollar industry.

What next for the now not so humble tee? We're seeing 21st century fibres like Gortex, Merino wool and Lycra blends being used. As for logos some growing trends seem to be the Video Game t-shirts, Internet t-shirts and Poker t-shirts. Will these be the next surf or skate brands? Quite possibly. Will others develop out of our favourite past times? Could there even be a Sudoku brand, a MySpace brand, Porn brand, or an iPod brand of t-shirts? Perhaps design your own the new black? One thing is certain; history has shown us that there will be even more diversification far into the next decades. The power of the t-shirt has never been greater. Awesome!

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rhude-boy · 3 years

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ugh, seems like there is no seat left for me…

um, sir? would you mind-

if i sat on your lap?

#k went to unhinged town and she is never coming back #she is posting from horn e jail #the smiths tee is going to be the death of me #let me not mention my preference for the cure but-[gets silenced]#i am sorry but at the same time. i am not sorry #hey siri play cant get you out of my head by kylie #dr #daniel ricciardo #.txt

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theepisceswriter · 3 years

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Doing dirty things w/ AOT characters while you two most definitely shouldn’t be (Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, Levi)

A/N: my faithful stoned thot anon, shoutout to you for this request and I hope this was something like you were imagining in your mind. I know you only asked for simple mundane tasks, but I wanted to be extra and include more situations. I can’t wait to work on the other ones you sent me !

Synopsis: Basically, you’re trying to do a task that requires a lot of your attention or you to be silent (like on the phone, out to eat with friends, etc), but your partner really really needs some attention in that moment. I suck at descriptions sorry 🥴 If you see any typos no u didn’t, but really I was too lazy to proofread.

TW: Modern AU, hehe naughtiness obviously, choking for Zeke, also embarrassment, fembodied!reader, 18+, MINORS DNI!

REINER BRAUN: Movie night with friends

Reiner just couldn’t help himself, he really couldn’t. The first sight of you in your silky pajama shorts and this man’s thoughts were going crazy watching you parade around the house as you grabbed the snacks and needed materials for tonight’s movie night with some of you guys’ friends. Luckily the fabric of his pajama pants were loose enough to hide the growing boner in his pants, but of course he made it known to you by approaching you from behind and pressing it against your ass so you could feel just how hard you had made him simply by looking pretty.

His hands began to roam all over your body, stealing a grope of your breast, and his mouth attached to your neck, taking breaks in between kisses to tell you how good you look and how much you riled him up. As good as it all felt, Pieck and Porco were only right down the street, so you took his hands off of your body with promises of making him feel better later in the night once they had left. You’re lucky he doesn’t like quickies like that and prefers to take his time with you or else he would’ve taken you right there up against that counter chile.

Pieck and Porco finally arrive and what was supposed only be one movie turned into two, and now here you were snuggled up under Reiner on a completely different couch than Porco and Pieck while they flipped through a catalogue on the television looking for a new movie to start up; Reiner growing more and more impatient as the minutes went on. The constant caressing on your thigh and pinches he would give your nipples every now and then giving that away completely.

You got tired of fighting his advances off a long time ago and part of you wanted him to continue, to see how far he would actually go, because truth is you wanted him just as much as he wanted you right now. You were just a lot better at hiding it.

It was halfway through the movie that he finally decides to make a drastic move, moving you to a position where your back was pressed against his chest and tapping your hips, signifying for you to raise them so he could pull your shorts down to your thighs.

“Sit still for the rest of the night and I’ll reward us both so good once they leave.” He’d whisper in your ear. The only warning you’d get before he’s slowly easing his cock into you careful not to stretch you out too much, but the wetness that accumulated between your legs all night long makes it so you swallow him completely. A shocked moan leaving both of your lips, but luckily being silenced by the action scene on the tv; both Porco and Pieck too into it to even pay attention to the two of you.

So desperately you wanted to swirl your hips up against you, create any sort of friction to make his cock hit that spot in your soft velvety walls that left you clenching and squealing and him growling into your ears, but instead you had to be as still as possible while cockwarming him. Not being too careful would surely draw the attention of the other two, but Reiner still tested the waters every now and then by shifting every so often on purpose to cause movement.

He was even able to draw a weird moan out of you once that had Porco and Pieck looking over at you like you were crazy, questioning if you were okay which you had no choice but to reply yes to. Barely able to get that out because the feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you mixed with your walls clenching around him was a whole sensation on its own.

“Careful, you don’t want them knowing that I’m balls deep in you right now would you? Or would a slut like you enjoy that; them knowing that your pussy is swallowing my cock whole right now?”

Reiner is degrading during sex sometimes and you cannot tell me otherwise #sorrynotsorry.

And when he said the two of you would be staying like this the whole night until they left he absolutely meant it. After that little moaning incident he surprisingly acted normal the whole night, like the two of you weren’t even doing what you were doing underneath the cover. Knowing how torturous it must be for him to deny you the skin to skin contact and hip bucking you needed from him.

ERWIN SMITH: In a restaurant surrounded by friends

You never thought Erwin to be the bold type to try something out in public with you. The closest thing the two of you have done to it was a quick quickie in his office once with you pressed against the window of the skyscraper building it was located in, but even then you could feel the anxiety in his muscles as he pressed himself up against you; scared of an assistant or important business partner to come barging in on the two of you.

So you can imagine the shock on your face when you were spending the night out with friends at a restaurant, preoccupied with listening to Levi’s horror stories at his tea shop when you felt the ghostly tingles of Erwin’s fingers trail up on your thigh. A hand on your knee was nothing, something he had done plenty of times as a small sign of PDA, but this was different. You looked over to him with a questioned look in your eyes, but his kept his eyes straight and responded to you physically by pressing his thumb against the cloth that separated his finger from your clit.

Almost immediately you choked on the spit going down your throat which garnered the attention from everyone else at the table asking if you were alright. Everyone but Erwin turned to you and if they were truly paying attention that would’ve been a major sign that something was up, but your quick, “I’m okay!” Response had them off your back in an instance and only edged Erwin on more, fingers pushing your panties to the side as he continued on.

The food in front of you hadn’t been touched in around 10 mins since you found yourself full before you were able to finish it all, but you had to pick up your fork and abruptly take a bite of of it when you felt Erwin’s long fingers plunge into you with ease from your wetness and curl up into you; the metal between your teeth the best attempt you had at covering up your moans.

You swear you saw a slight smirk on his lips when you glanced over at him because he’s a menace to society like that.

His hands moved so languidly inside of you hitting all the right spots and pressing down on the sensitive parts of you that always guaranteed a reaction out of you. While also simultaneously still rubbing your clit with his thumb in wide circles, enjoying every twist and turn he saw your face do as you tried desperately to hold your moans in.

At one point, to mess with you even more, he leaned in and whispered into your ear, “You think all these people know that your cunt is clenching around my fingers about to cum?” No one else heard him but you, but it definitely drew the attention of Levi who threw a confused look your way. To which you could only reply to with a smile and awkward chuckle that almost broke out into a moan because Erwin thought it would be a good idea to speed up his fingers.

You didn’t care how obvious it looked anymore, your teeth found comfort in the skin of his arm to stifle moans and your fingers had a death grip on his thighs as your orgasm hit you like a wave. Leaving you with nothing to do but grind your hips down into his fingers slowly to not draw attention as you rode out his orgasm. His fingers were covered in your slick as he pulled them off of you and instead of being discreet and wiping them on his pants or even your dress, he picked up a small dessert off his plate and turned to you. Feeding it to you and sticking his fingers a little too far in your mouth so you can clean your own orgasm off of your fingers. His thumb going between his own lips once he took his fingers out of your mouth and sucking on it gently. “That was delicious.” He would state, never breaking eye contact with you.

The tent in his dressy slacks gave away all the excitement he was feeling on the inside as he watched you squirm in your seat while he did something so naughty to you in public. He couldn’t take it anymore, placing his share of the bill on the table and excusing the both of you for the night before going around and saying your goodbyes. No one seemed to notice anything, except for when you went to Levi to give him a goodbye hug and he whispered in your ear, “Next time get a room or go to the bathroom you freaks.” You totally weren’t embarrassed and didn’t leave the restaurant with warm cheeks.

ZEKE JAEGER: During a zoom meeting

First off, sexy time stuff aside, Zeke is a menace to society and always interrupting your zooms. Whether it’s him barging into the room and asking a question like “Did you eat the last bagel?” While you’re unmuted or walking behind you with his shirt off while you have you camera on. You will never know a peaceful smooth sailing zoom meeting with Zeke in the house.

But you were immune to it at this point and he was a little too immune and comfortable with messing with you while you were in them. But hey, you couldn’t blame him! You looked all too good to him while you laid in the bed on your stomach in one of his band tees and nothing else while you payed attention to the boring lecture happening on your laptop.

Once he realized that your camera was off his hands were on you immediately, rubbing up and down your legs to signify to you that he was in a mood while he made his way on the bed behind you.

“You can’t just be walking around the house all sexy like this and expect me not to pounce on you.”

You want to say something snarky and remarkable back, but a distraction from your boring ass class is exactly what you needed. So instead of protesting this time around, you arched your back so your ass was nearly up to his face to which he replied with playfully slapping you on it and even taking a nibble of your cheek. And because you’re a menace to society you run your own hand along your clothed slit and moving your panties out of the way to put it on display for him.

“I could really use some distracting right now.” Say less, this man’s mouth is on your clit in an instant, devouring you like you’re his first meal of the day. Your hips instinctively grinding down against his tongue as he moved his focus to sucking on your clit at a pace that left you ass up face down on the bed moaning like a pornstar. Never mind his beard scraping against your thighs and possibly leaving a rash there later for you to deal with. It adds a nice touch of pain to your pleasure.

So caught up into the pleasure warming up your lower stomach, you don’t even notice your teacher calling on you until Zeke reaches out and taps on the keyboard to move your attention back to the zoom in front of you, his mouth still working magic on your clit; a mixture of his spit and your juices trailing down his chin. The site is enough to make you cum but you’re forced to divert your eyes away from it as you unmute yourself, quickly asking her to repeat the question, going back on mute before they can hear the slurping noises that Zeke obnoxiously made louder once you unmuted.

“I’m going to kill you.” “Pay attention to school sweetheart before I stop completely. Education comes first!” What an asshole, but despite the joking tone of his voice you know he’d stop in a heartbeat just to mess with you and you’re too close to an orgasm for him to up and quit like that.

From the way your hips move sloppily against his face he can tell that you’re close, but once the teacher repeats the question at you to answer he pulls away completely seemingly to cut you some slack. But, surprise, he only moves his mouth away to replace it with his cock, sliding into you with ease and thrusting into you at a steady pace that has you moan loudly into the microphone on accident.

His face lights up with a smug expression and smile, the embarrassment on your cheeks making him pick up his pace and turning him on in a way. “Now your whole class is going to know that you were getting fucked by me. Too busy getting your hole pounded to even pay attention to the lesion. What a dirty little slut, they’re probably talking about you right now as we speak.”

You’re at a loss of words, not only because of embarrassment but because you can barely form a sentence from the way Zeke is pounding into you so ruthlessly from behind. His hand even coming forward and grabbing at your neck to balance himself against the bed while on his knees.

Your morning with him is far from over and the embarrassment from this zoom is going to last with you forever.

LEVI ACKERMAN: On an important phone call

I know Levi Ackerman with his hands around our necks really get us going and the thought of dom him fucking us from behind while on the phone with our boss makes us feel butterflies in our stomachs....BUT the thought of sub Levi whimpering and having to put his phone on mute while discussing business with someone because you have his cock halfway down your throat, is an equally as hot image.

He would glance at you from over his phone and let out a silent “What are you doing?” And make a faint shooing away motion in the air to make you leave, but he doesn’t want you to leave. You know that and he knows that which is why when you went to unbuckle his pants he gladly let you, hips even raising slightly so you can pull them down enough to let his cock and balls free from the restraints of his underwear and pants.

It was such a sudden and rash decision on your end that he wasn’t even hard at all when you pulled him out, but one lick from the base of his cock to the tip of it is enough to make it stand tall. Warranting a deep intake of air that has the person on the other end of the line asking if he was okay. Between the embarrassment from nearly being caught and the pleasure exploding in his lower half from how good you’re working your mouth, his cheeks are flushed with a bright pink color.

“Do you want me to stop” “no, no, keep going, please.”

He’s so needy and close to that sweet release already, the excitement from doing something so naughty while the person on the other end of the phone has no idea has his senses in an overload. Even the broken ‘Y-Yes’s that have to leave his lips every time he unmutes his phone strikes an excited nerve in him that he didn’t know he had; wishing he could moan as freely as he could to show off how good you make him feel, but he bites back those moans with his teeth. Instead opting for a number of praises when he can.

“You look so pretty on your knees in front of me with your cock in my mouth.” “You make me feel so so good, you don’t even know how good I feel right now because of you.” “Keep that up and I’m going to cum.”

Eyes closing shut and breath picking up the closer he gets. His hand even coming down to move your head at a pace that feels godly around his cock.

Usually you would tease and pull away altogether when he did this, reminding him that he couldn’t be too needy, but you would be lying if you said this didn’t have just as much of affect on him as it did on you, thighs clenching together with each bob of your head and moan that left his lips that he couldn’t quite bite back.

He’s an incoherent mess at the end, lips not even able to move together to form sentences and his hips bucking up wildly into your throat to release his load down your throat. His hips still bucking up slightly even after he came because it just felt that good. His mind was so clouded with pleasure that he didn’t even notice the person on the phone had hung up a long time ago, something he would have to deal with later but that proved helpful right now.

“I hope you don’t think that this was it.” Oops, now you awoke the dominant side of Levi’s switch personality and he’s definitely not letting you off the hook for this one.

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Music for Films, Vol. II: Chick Habit

For good and for ill, Quentin Tarantino’s movies have been strongly associated with postmodern pop culture — particularly by folks whose reactions to the word “postmodern” tend toward pursed lips and school-marmishly wagged fingers. There for a while, reading David Denby on Tarantino was similar to reading Michiko Kakutani on Thomas Pynchon: almost always the same review, the same complaints about characters lacking “psychological depth,” the same handwringing over an ostensible moral insipidness. Truth be told, Tarantino’s pranksome delight with flashy surfaces and stylistic flourishes that are ends in themselves gives tentative credence to some of the caviling. Critics have raised related concerns over the superficiality of Tarantino’s tendency toward stunt casting, especially his resurrections of aging actors relegated to the film industry’s commercial margins: John Travolta, Pam Grier, Robert Forster, David Carradine, Darryl Hannah, Don Johnson and so on. There might be a measure of cynicism in the accompanying cinematic nudging and winking, but it’s also the case that a number of the performances have been terrific.

The writer-director brings a similar sensibility to his sound-tracking choices, demonstrating the cooler-than-thou, deep-catalog knowledge of an obsessive crate-digger. Tarantino thematized that knowledge in his break-through feature, Reservoir Dogs (1992). Throughout the film, the characters tune in to Steven Wright deadpanning as the deejay of “K-Billy’s Super Sounds of the Seventies”; like the characters, the viewer transforms into a listener, treated to such fare as the George Baker Selection’s “Little Green Bag” (1970) and Harry Nilsson’s “Coconut” (1971). As with the above-mentioned actors, Tarantino has sifted pop culture’s castoffs and detritus, unearthing songs and delivering experiences of renewed value — and thereby proving the keenness of his instincts and aesthetic wit. “Listen to (or look at) this!” he seems to say, with his cockeyed, faux-incredulous grin. “Can you believe you were just going to throw this out?” And mostly, it works. If the Blue Swede’s “Hooked on a Feeling” (1974) has become a sort of semi-ironized accompaniment to hipsterish good times, that resonance has a lot more to do with Tim Roth, Harvey Keitel and Co. cruising L.A. in a hulking American sedan than with the Disney Co.’s Guardians of the Galaxy (2014).

In Death Proof (2007), Tarantino’s seventh film and unaccountably his least favorite, soundtrack and screen are both full to bursting with the flotsam and jetsam of “entertainment” conceived as an industry.

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In just the opening minutes, we see outmoded moviehouse announcements, complete with cigarette-burn cue dots; big posters of Brigitte Bardot from Les Bijoutiers du claire de lune (1958) and of Ralph Nelson’s Soldier Blue (1970) bedecking the apartment of Jungle Julia (Sydney Tamiia Poitier); the tee shirt worn by Shanna (Jordan Ladd), which bears the image of Tura Satana; and strutting under all of it are the brassy cadences of Jack Nitzsche’s “The Last Race,” taken from his soundtrack for the teensploitation flick Village of the Giants (1965). Bibs and bobs, bits and pieces of low- and middle-brow cinema are cut up and reconstructed into a fulsome swirl of signs. And there’s an unpleasant edge to it; the cuts are echoed by the action of the camera, which has been busily cleaving the bodies of the women on screen into fragments and parts. First the feet of Arlene (Vanessa Ferlito), propped up on a dashboard; then Julia, all ass and gams; then Arlene’s lower half again, chopped into slices by the stairs she dashes up (“I gotta take the world’s biggest fucking piss!”) and by the close-up that settles on her belly and pelvis, her hand shoved awkwardly into her crotch.

As often happens in Tarantino’s movies, furiously busy meta-discursive play collapses the images’ problematic content under multiple levels of reference and pastiche. The film is one half of Grindhouse (2007), Tarantino’s collaboration with his buddy Robert Rodriguez, an old-fashioned double-feature comprising the men’s love letters to the exploitation cinema of the 1960s and 1970s. In those thousands of movies — mondo, beach-cutie, nudie-cutie, women in prison, early slasher, rape-revenge, biker gang, chop-socky, Spaghetti Western and muscle-car-worship flicks (and we could add more subgenres to the list) — symbolic violence inflicted on women’s bodies was de rigueur, and frequently the principal draw. Tarantino shot Death Proof himself, so he is (more than usually) directly responsible for all the framing and focusing — and he’s far too canny a filmmaker not to know precisely what he’s doing with and to those bodies. The excessive, camera-mediated gashing and trimming is a knowing, perhaps deprecating nod to all that previous, gratuitous T&A. His sound-tracking choice of “The Last Race” metaphorically underscores the point: in Bert I. Gordon’s Village of the Giants, bikini-clad teens find and consume an experimental growth serum, which causes them to expand to massive proportions. Really big boobs, actual acres of ass. Get it?

Of course, all the implied japing and judging is deeply embedded in the film’s matrix of esoteric references and fleeting allusions. You’d have to be very well versed in the history of exploitation cinema to pick up on the indirect homage to Gordon’s goofy movie. But as in Reservoir Dogs, Tarantino doesn’t just gesture, he dramatizes, folding an authoritative geekdom into the action of Death Proof. In the set-up to Death Proof’s notorious car crash scene, Julia is on the phone, instructing one of her fellow deejays to play “Hold Tight!” (1966) by Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich. Don’t recognize the names? “For your information,” Julia snorts, Pete Townsend briefly considered abandoning the Who, and he thought about joining the now-obscure beat band, to make it “Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick, Tich & Pete. And if you ask me, he should have.”

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It’s among the most gruesomely violent sequences in Tarantino’s films (which do not run short on graphic bloodshed), and Julia receives its most spectacular punishment. Those legs and that rump, upon which the camera has lavished so much attention, are torn apart. Her right leg flips, flies and slaps the pavement, a hunk of suddenly flaccid meat. Again, Tarantino proves himself an adept arranger of image, sign and significance. Want to accuse him of fetishizing Julia’s legs? He’ll materialize the move, reducing the limb to a manipulable fragment, and he’ll invest the moment with all of the intrinsic violence of the fetish. He’ll even do you one better — he’ll make that violence visible. Want to watch? You better buckle up and hold tight.

Hold on a second. “Hold Tight”? The soundtrack has passed over from intertextual in-joke to cruel punchline. It doesn’t help that the song is so much fun, and that it’s fun watching the girls groove along to it, just before Stuntman Mike (Kurt Russell) obliterates them, again and again and again. The awful insistence of the repetition is another set-up, establishing the film’s narrative logic: the repeated pattern and libidinal charge-and-release of Stuntman Mike’s vehicular predations. It is, indeed, “a sex thing,” as Sheriff Earl McGraw (Michael Parks) informs us in his cartoonish, redneck lawman’s drawl. Soon the sexually charged repetitions pile up: see Abernathy’s (Rosario Dawson) feet hanging out of Kim’s (Tracie Thom) 1972 Mustang, in a visual echo of Arlene’s, and of Julia’s. Then listen to Lee (Mary Elizabeth Winstead) belt out some of Smith’s cover of “Baby It’s You” (1969), which we most recently heard 44 minutes before, as Julia danced ecstatically by the Texas Chili Bar’s jukebox. Then watch Abernathy as she sees Stuntman Mike’s tricked-out ’71 Nova, a vibrating hunk of metallic machismo — just like Arlene saw it, idling menacingly back in Austin, with another snatch of “Baby It’s You” wisping through that moment’s portent.

For a certain kind of viewer, the Nova’s low-slung, growling charms are hard to resist, as is the sleazy snarl of Willy DeVille’s “It’s So Easy” (1980; and we might note that Jack Nitzsche produced a couple of Mink DeVille’s early records, connecting another couple strands in the web) on the Nova’s car stereo. Those prospective pleasures raise the question of just who the film is for. That may seem obvious: the same folks — dudes, mostly — who find pleasure in exploitation movies like Vanishing Point (1971), Satan’s Sadists (1969) or The Big Doll House (1971). But there are a few other things to account for, like how Death Proof repeatedly passes the Bechdel Test, and how long those scenes of conversation among women go on, and on. Most notable is the eight-minute diner scene, a single take featuring Abernathy, Kim, Lee and Zoë (Zoë Bell, doing a cinematic rendition of her fabulous self, an instance of stunt casting that literalizes the “stunt” part). Among other things, the women discuss their careers in film, the merits of gun ownership and Kim and Zoë’s love of (you guessed it) car chase movies like Vanishing Point. One could read that as a liberatory move, a suggestion that cinema of all kinds is open to all comers. All that’s required is a willingness to watch. But watching the diner scene becomes increasing claustrophobic. The camera circles the women’s table incessantly, and on the periphery of the shot, sitting at the diner’s counter, is Stuntman Mike. The circling becomes predatory, the threat seems pervasive.

If you’ve seen the film, you know how that plays out: Zoë and Kim play “ship’s mast” on a white 1970 Dodge Challenger (the Vanishing Point car); Stuntman Mike shows up and terrorizes them mercilessly; but then Abernathy, Zoë and Kim chase him down and beat the living shit out of him, likely fatally. In another sharply conceived cinematic maneuver, Tarantino executes a climactic sequence that inverts the diner scene: the women surround Stuntman Mike, abject and pleading, and punch and kick him as he bounces from one of them to another. The camera zips from vantage to vantage within the circle, deliriously tracking the action. All the jump cuts intensify the violence, and they provide another contrast to the diner’s scene’s silky, unbroken shot. The sounds and the impact of the blows verge on slapstick, and our identification with the women makes it a giddily gross good time.

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So, an inversion seeks to undo repetition. Certainly, Stuntman Mike’s intent to repeat the car-crash-kill-thrill is undone, and predator becomes prey. But, as is inevitable with Tarantino’s cinema, there are complications, other echoes and patterns to suss out. For instance: as the women stride toward the wrecked Nova, while Stuntman Mike pathetically wails, the camera zooms in on their asses. Bad asses? Nice asses? What’s the right nomenclature? To make sure we can put the shot together with Julia’s first appearance in the film, Abernathy has hiked up her skirt, revealing a lot of leg. Repetition reasserts itself. In an exacerbating circumstance, Harvey Weinstein’s grubby fingerprints are smeared onto the film. Rodriguez’s Troublemaker Studios is credited with production of Grindhouse, but Dimension Films, a Weinstein Brothers company, handled distribution.

When the film cuts to its end titles, we hear April March’s “Chick Habit” (1995), with its spot-on lyric: “Hang up the chick habit / Hang it up, daddy / Or you’ll never get another fix.” And so on. Even here, where the girl-power vibe feels strongest (cue Abernathy burying a bootheel in Stuntman Mike’s face), there are echoes, patterns. Note how the striding bassline of “Chick Habit” strongly recalls the pulse beating through Nitzsche’s “The Last Race.” Note that March’s song is a cover, of “Laisse tomber les filles,” originally recorded by yé-yé girl France Gall. The song was penned by Serge Gainsbourg, pop provocateur and notorious womanizer. The two collaborated again, releasing “Les Sucettes,” a tune about a teeny-bopper who really likes sucking on lollipops, when Gall was barely 18; the accompanying scandal nearly torpedoed her career. Gall refused to ever sing another song by Gainsbourg, and disavowed her hits.

Again, that’s all deeply embedded, somewhere in the film’s complicated play of pop irony and double-entendre and the sudden explosions of delight and disgust that intermittently reveal and conceal. Again, you’d have to know your pop history really well to catch up with the complications, and Death Proof moves so fast that there’s always another reference or allusion demanding your attention as the cars growl and the blood spurts. Too many signs to track, too many signals to decipher — that’s the postmodern. But perhaps we have become too glib, assuming that all signs are somehow equivalent. Death Proof insists otherwise. Much has been made of the film’s strange relation to digital filmmaking, of the sort that Rodriguez has made a career out of. Part of Grindhouse’s shtick is its goofball applications of CGI, all the scratches and skips and flaws that the filmmakers lovingly applied. They are digital effects, masquerading as damaged celluloid. Tarantino cut back against that grain, filming as much of the car chase’s maniacal stuntwork in meatspace as he safely could. Purposeful practical filmmaking, for a digitally enhanced cinematic experience, attempting to mimic the ways real film interacts with the physical environment and its manifold histories. Is that clever, or just more cultural clutter?

Amid all the clutter that crowds the characters onscreen, and their conversations in the film’s field of sound, it can be easy to lose track of the distinctions between appearances and the traces of the real bodies that worked to bring Death Proof to life. Which is why Tarantino’s inclusion of Bell is so crucial. She provides another inversion: Instead of masking her individual presence, doing stunts for other actresses in their clothes and hair (for Lucy Lawless in Xena: Warrior Princess, or for Uma Thurman in Tarantino’s Kill Bill films), Bell is herself, doing what she does best, projecting the technical elements of filmmaking — usually meant to bleed seamlessly into illusion — right onto the surface of the screen. And instead of allowing one group of girls to slip into a repeated pattern, bodies easily exchanged for other bodies, Bell’s presence and its implicit insistence on her particularity (who else can move like she does?) breaks up the superficial logic of cinema’s market for the feminine. She disrupts its chick habit. There’s only one woman like her.

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1970′s Bond films ranked

the 1970′s are reallly were an interesting peiod for Bond .Lot of trend chasing and films that range from camp to big spectacles .Also it’s interesting cause even if the films are flawed,I dont dislike the 70′s Bond films

5.Diamonds Are Forever (1971)

Connery’s last time as Bond....Unless you count Never Say Never Again.....Or the From Russia With Love video game-LAst time in an official Bond film! It’s often callled Connery’s worst but I dunno I like it better then You Only Live Twice or Thunderball .Like it’s not great but it’s overhated .Yes the effects are bad !Yes it is jarring as hell to watch this AFTER On Her Majesties Secret Service with how campy and tacky this film is.Yes, Tiffiny is dumb!Yes,Plenty’s death comes out of nowhere ! Yes Vegas is kind of a lame setting for a Bond adventure !.......Buuuuuuuuut I dig the campiness ,I think Connery is better here then he was in You Only Live Twice ,Jill St John delivers a fantastic performance (She is fun to watch ) ....And I might get hate for this but I kind of love Charles Grey as Blofeld ,he is so camp it’s hard for me not to love him .But my favorite thing about the movie and probabbly why I dont hate it like everyone else does is I love the films heavies Mr Wint and Mr Kidd .They are an assassin couple who share a dark sense of humor ,and I just adore Bruce Glover and Putter Smith performances ,with Glover being very smooth and slimey as Wint while Smith is very flat and matter of fact as Kidd,they compliment eachother well.I dunno I know people hate this movie but I cant bring myself to HATE it

4.The Spy Who Loved Me (1977)

Hoooooo boy Imma have to explain myself here....I know this is considered one of the BEST Bond movies......It just does very little for me .It’s a well made movie,Carley Simons theme song is great ,Roger Moore is fantastic ,the sets are gorgeous and Jaws is one of the best henchmen in the series ,being bothe scary but also strangely likeable (Being one of only three recurring villains in the entire franchise ),the story of two agents from opposing factions being forced to work together is great......But the Bond Girl and villain suuuuuuuucccccck.Triple X is supposed to be Bonds equal ,but she is just a damsel in distress most of the time and Barbra Bach is so wooden .Stromberg is one of the lamest villains ,Curd Jurgens is too subdued ,we dont reallly get a great dynamic between him and Bond ,and he’s just not in the movie a lot .The film itself doesnt wow me....But I think it’s a good movie ,I think it’s a good starter Bond film ,just kind of meh for me personally

3.The Man With The Golden Gun(1974)

Ok.....This film is flawed.The Writing on Bond is too mean,Roger Moore seems uncomfortable ,Goodnight is about as intelligent as a rock ,and the main evil scheme doesnt fit with the personality of the villain,feeling very shoehorned in .That said ,I stilll like this film a lot .Maude Adams as Scaramangas mistress is a tragic characer and a great performance ,there are many memorable scenes including an impressive car stunt ,Soon-Tek Oh (Who most will know as the father in Mulan ) as Lieutenant Hip is one of my favorite Bond allies .Above alll else the villains are what make this film.Herve Villechaize is fantastic as the henchman Nick Nack who works for the villain ,Scaramanga but under the understanding that if Scaramanga dies he inherits Scarmangas island home (Which is an AWESOME villain lair complete with a deadly fun house ).Francisco Scaramanga is my FAVORITE Bond villain, played EXCELLENTLY by Christopher Lee ,a dark mirror of James Bond ,a deadly assassin who loves to kill ,views Bond as his equal and is a deadly shot with his signature golden gun .One of my favorite scenes in the film is where Scaramanga details his backstory of befriending an elephant in the circus ,it’s a great villain origin.It’s a flawed film and I wont disagree that Spy Who Loved Me is technically better ,but I just enjoyed this film more,and it’s a fun film to me

2.Moonraker(1979)

Well I imagine most of my oppinions are unpopular ones so here we go.....This is one of my FAVORITE Bond movies.....Yes,the one where he is in space is one of my favorites .In truth the finale in space is kind of where my attention starts to drift ,but I honestly love this movie .I love the relationship between Bond and Holly Goodhead ,Roger Moore is at his best , Jaws is back which is awesome(And gets his own mini subplot about falling in love ,which is adorable),lot of great action,space battles ,and one of my favorite Bond villains Hugo Drax,a meglomaniac who wants to start a master race ,he’s very quiet and reserved while still having this larger then life melodramatic air to him. He also has such a fun dynamic with Bond a ,obsessed with giving Bond,in his words ,an“Amusing death “ .Surprisingly there are some great scenes of horror in this film,while also having fun campy scenes .Yeah this film can be silly but I like silly,and I like this movie .....Theme song sucks though

1.Live and Let Die

This was my first Bond film so naturally it holds a special place in my heart .It’s a good intro Bond film ,for it being Roger Moores first film as Bond he comes in swinging ,he is great in this movie.I love Jane Seymour as the Bond Girl Solitaire ,with a sympathetic backstory (Although there is one plot element that is kind of cringey and skeevy ).David Hedison plays Felix Leiter and is in my oppinion the BEST Felix (So glad they brought him back for Licence to Kill ) .The film also introduces Sheriff JW Pepper ,who is a love him or hate him type character and honestly he is so over the top and qoutable ,I kind of love this goofy character .The villain ensamble is great ,with Whisper (a man who speaks only in a whisper) and Tee Hee ( a man with a mechanical claw for an arm and who constantly laughs ) being fun henchmen.The big baddie Kananga I feel is an underratted villain ,with Yaphet Koto giving the character a sense of charm and intelligence but with a rage bubbling under the surface .However the scene stealing character is Geoffrey Holder as Baron Samedi,he only has a few lines and is only in a few scenes but Holders physicality ,imposing stature ,bombastic laughter ,natural charisma,help bring this very strange and enigmatic character to life .Set pieces are magnificent including a double decker bus chase ,a boat chase ,and a memorable scene involving an aligator farm .(Also film contains,my favorite villain death in the series .or at least the bad guy death that has stuck with me the most cause.....It is so bizarre ) .This film is one of my favorite Bond films....AND THAT THEME SONG SLAPS

#james bond #live and let die #moonraker #the man with the golden gun #the spy who loved me #diamonds are forever

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⸻ JAKE GYLLENHAAL. HE + HIM / have you ever heard of BETWEEN THE BARS by elliot smith, well, it describes PAUL MATTHEWS to a tee! the 40 year old, and GENERAL PRACTITIONER was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say HE is more flighty or more COMPASSIONATE instead? anyway, they remind me of a room full of piles of old books, hikes at sunrise, whiskey poured from a crystal decanter and comfy flannel shirts, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

time in notting hill ; 10 years.

ABOUT.

Name: Paul Matthews Nicknames: N/A Age: Forty Date of Birth: 3rd May 1982 Birthplace: Manhattan, New York Length of time in Notting Hill: 10 years Occupation: General Practitioner Romantic/sexual orientation: Biromantic/bisexual Positive traits: Determined, clever, compassionate Negative traits: Obsessive, flighty, volatile

tw: car crash, child death, death, depression, alcoholism

Paul was born in Manhattan’s Upper East Side and pretty much lived an idyllic life as a youngster —- if you didn’t think about the fact he and his sisters were raised by nanny’s alone anyway, their parents only around on weekends if there was somewhere they needed to be seen.

A bright child, he skipped a grade in middle school, something that certainly brought on one of those tantrums. It didn’t work in his favour on this particular occasion.

At seventeen he received early acceptance to Harvard to study medicine and wasted absolutely no time in accepting the offer.

The move took him from his family, but he was quickly distracted, throwing himself into a new life. Hiking became a prominent part of it and that’s eventually where he would meet the would be mother of his child.

Luke was born two years after they met. A bundle of pure joy and happiness. Paul was completely besotted and also completely in love with his work. He decided then to put everything into it, choosing to continue his education and specialise in surgery, wanting to go as far as he possibly could.

They created a life for themselves, moving to Chestnut Hill where he worked on renovating their house in his spare time (what little of it he had).

When Luke turned five, however, there was an accident. Mother and son involved in a car cash that would become fatal. Their son passed away in the back of the ambulance.

Within twelve hours Paul had been back at the hospital demanding a change of department. He threw himself into work, ignored everyone's warnings and switched himself off from everything. Working as a paramedic was supposed to make him feel better, stop him from blaming himself for what had happened.

It didn’t turn out that way. In fact, two years later it led to a complete break down. For the first time since the accident he began to cry... and he couldn’t stop. The following morning he left his girlfriend (actually told her they had nothing in common anymore other than a grave), left his job, and then jumped in the car to stay with a friend in a neighbouring state.

HEADCANONS.

Despite the breakdown of his relationship with Luke’s mother, Paul still has a passion for hiking and will often spend his weekends in the Peak District and Lake District making his way around the trails in the early hours of the morning, basking in the golden glow of sunrise.

Most would think because he grew up wanting for nothing, that Paul would spend his money like it was going out of fashion, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Since his move to Massachusetts at 18 he started putting money away, always saving for a rainy day, refusing to spend a lot unless it was absolutely necessary. He’s yet to find that rainy day, but it always looking.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

- ex girlfriend/mother of luke; there’s a lot to work through for them but i’d love to see her around. - two sisters; one younger, one older. the youngest has lived in london for at least 11 years. - close friends from nyc; anyone from his childhood. - close friends from boston; anyone who knows of his past. - close friends in london; anyone he’s grown close to since moving. - exes; either from boston before luke’s mom came on the scene or attempts at moving on since arriving in london. - fwb; he’s definitely found this easier to navigate since what happened. - other aa attendees. - work connections.

#✧ paul ( about )#nothillhqintro

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allmybiasneedtostop · 4 years

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Dead Girl Walking

Pairing: Reader x St. Van

Type: Smut 18+ (but make it musical)

Word Count: 1.6K

A/N: This is based on the musical Heathers and on the number Dead Girl Walking. Changing some names cause why not diversity. DON’T BREAK INTO ANYBODY’S ROOM TO FUCK THIS IS FICTION OK?! Also shits all over the place cause it is in the song...

Moodboard made by the lovely (😂😉) @lovely-kpopp-blog

It is closing onto midnight, yet you are outside thinking of what had happened at the party. The Heathers set up this plan to hurt Emma Martinez your friend. Sure she was chubby and has a weird obsession over Ray Patil, the star quarterback in school but she was still your friend. And Ray was a nice kid back in the day but now he along with the Heathers; Chan, Mckingly, and Smith, are part of the “it” crowd.** **

They dressed up a pig piňata as Emma and were going to have her wack it. You’ve been feeling guilty for helping with the plan, so you yanked the piňata out of the Heathers grasp and chuck it to the pool.

This did not please Heather Mckingly, and the Demon Queen put out that Monday morning that you were deleted from the “it” crowd.

Now you are walking around thinking of how you were going to either fix this or get away from it. You could change your name and go to Seattle, it is getting popular these days. But you don't have a car or a motorcycle for-

The only person who you know who has a motorcycle is Van, the new guy. (His real name is Geumhyuk Lee but most call him Van cause that's all he wears.) It might be all in your head but it seems like the both of you have some sort of connection. You might even say you may have a crush on him.

One time you were making a convenience store run for the Heathers. Things kept slipping and dropping. For how skinny they are you were surprised at the amount of snacks they wanted.

“Need any help?” You turned to see Van behind you giggling.

“Uh yeah sure” You quickly handed him a bag of chips, gum, and candy, hoping that you are able to suppress the blush that was trying to rise up to you cheeks. Even though he was dressed simply with a black tee, jeans, and a denim jacket he looked really good.

You guys talked while waiting in line. Now you know that his family is military and that's why he doesn't really get close to many people. Also he loves reading and beaches. Sadly you guys weren't anywhere near one.

You are just walking aimlessly when you see Van from a window stripping down. And man homeboy is RIPPED. Not only that but he has tattoos that just made you water. Well at least you can spend the next thirty hours getting freaky with him.

Seeing the light turn off, you climb the tree next to his room. Before Heathers can punch your clock, you snap off his window lock.

You crawl inside taking note on how bare his room is. Not that it was empty but that there isn't anything on the walls. There are clothes thrown around, books, some CDs and what not.

Sitting beside him on the bed you tap him awake.

"What are you doing in my room?!" Is the first thing he asks when he stirs.

You get on top of him legs on either side of him. "I'm sorry I woke you up. I decided that I should ride you till you can't anymore." With every few words you kiss his neck going down. "At the party Heather said I have to go." You kiss down his torso sucking here and there. "So now you are my last meal on death row." Licking your lips you see his tented boxers.

You pull them down to free his now hard dick. "Can I?"

"God yes please" You lick his shaft from base to tip earning a deep groan from him. Giving you a boost of confidence you wrap your lips around his tip. Getting used to having a dick in your mouth, you slowly took on more and more of it till you nose is touching the base.

Once you start bobbing your head you feel his hand grip your hair tight, making you even more turned on. You swirl your tongue around him.

"Oh fuck, you have no idea how many times I've imagined you doing exactly this." He pulls you off of him and starts making out with you. As Van is distracting you he rips your button down off. He takes off both your blazer and the shirt off. Even as you're grinding down on him he can feel how wet you are through your panties. Thinking about how he can't have you waiting, he makes quick work with your bra, skirt and underwear.

Taking you by surprise he flips you on your back and starts kissing down your now naked body. Once he reaches where you most want him to touch you the bastard starts teasing you. He kisses around your core. Van also bites and kisses your thighs. Seeing him between your legs is hot and all but you are starting to get antsy.

Out of nowhere you feel a finger penetrate you. His finger curls inside of you as your toes curl against the sheets. Van wraps his lips around your clit sucking hard. You arch your back and your hands entangled through his hair.

Van takes a look at you humming at the sight. Your head is thrown back, mouth agape, love bites forming all over your body. He only dreamed of having you withering like this. Now he's dream is coming true and it's so much better as a reality.

He adds another finger, feeling you clench around them gets him more turned on. He was about to wrap his hands around himself, when you pull him up.

Growling you tell him "Put it in me right now!"

You flip him over you that you're on top again before you could do anything else he stops you.

"Wait are you sure? I don't have condoms right now."

"Look Van, I'm horny, pissed, and on the pill. Now I'm pretty sure you know the drill, right?" With that you sink down on him, both of you moaning at the sensation.

Once you got used to the feeling of his cock inside of you, you start to grind against him. His hands gripping your sides helping you keep pace. "Remember how you told me you were numb?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't agree, to me Van, you're beautiful." You grab his face and kiss him.

Once you pull apart, with stars in his eyes, he asks, "Can I ask, how did you find my address?"

"Luck, I looked up to see you through the window."

After a bit of letting you ride him, he starts thrusting into you, causing you to yelp. He starts to thrust into you hard. Euphoria starts to coil inside of you with every thrust.

"Fuck me harder please. Make me forget everything."

"I will baby, I will." You didn't think possible but he went even harder. With one final thrust he sent you over the edge. You fall on to him trying to regain your breath.

"Wait Van you didn't came yet..."

"I will in a bit. And don't call me Van just say my name."

"Geumhyuk…?"

"Yeah just like that." He flips you on your back again. "Ready? Cause we're going all night if we can."

Even though you weren't you nodded yes. His thrust started slow and deep. Van's- no Geumhyuk's lips found yours. He took your hands and pin them in one of his. You arch into him. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, soft mews escape your lips.

"Geumhyuk please just don't hold back, I need it har-" the snap of his hips made you lose your train of thought. The biting and sucking, him marking you made your head swim. Every moan that reaches his ears encourages him to harder. Still sensitive from the first orgasm it did not take long for ecstasy to coil and burn inside of you again.

Before you came he pulls out and flips you on all fours. You couldn't complain about the emptiness, when he thrust into you again. From this position his dick feels different. Geumhyuk also is going harder and faster, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

"Geu- Geumhyuk fuck, more give me more please! Pull my hair, slap me please!" Your hands grip on to the mattress.

"Damn babe I think you ripped my mattress, for that you'll. Have. To. Pay." He punctuated every word with a hard thrust making you tear up. His hand comes to your throat and pulls you up your upper back to his chest. His other hand reaches in between your legs. Needing something to hold you grab his wrist.

"Touch me there, right there Geumhyuk I, I'm gonna cum again"

"I'm gonna cum too"

He feels your body spasm and your pussy clench around him.

"Ssss ow!" Lost in the feeling you scratch his arms. Biting down on your neck, grunting, he comes inside of you.

He sees you fall on to his bed panting, sweat glistening from your body, and cum starting to seep out your cunt.

Geumhyuk gets up and grabs a box of tissues to help you clean up.

After clean up he asks you "So what happened at the big Homecoming party that brought you here?"

Snuggling up to him you answer "I'll tell you in the morning but right now I want to sleep, goodnight" you peck his cheek.

"Goodnight, angel"

#vav st. van #st. van scenario #vav st.van #st. van imagine #st van #vav st van #st van one shot #st van smut #stvan #st. van x reader #st. van #st. van fanfiction #st. van fanfic #vav #vav fanfiction #vav x reader #vav imagines

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The End of the World: Part 1

A/N: Okay I am an awful human being because this was requested back in October by @thickemadame. This will be a multiple one shot inspired by the Will Smith film, I Am Legend and with the virus going around. This is not to scare anyone. We will make through this by any means necessary. This super short but I hope y'all still. PART TWO WILL COME OUT TOMORROW

WARNING: Blood, coronavirus, death, cussing and horror

SONG RECOMMENDATION: See Me Fall by Ro Ransom

WORD COUNT: 1157

PAIRING: Black Reader x Erik Stevens

The year 2030, you woke up on a cool day. Cooler than usual honestly since you reside in Sunny California. You stretched your aching limbs and noticed the silence that surrounded you. You got out of bed with your durag wrapped around your fresh cut, dark brown fade and called out. “Bruno, Bruno baby”, you called out to your boyfriend. You pulled out your phone and saw that you had no service what so ever. “Shit”, you yelled as you made your way down the hall. You called out to him again until you saw your trashed living room. “Baby, did we get drunk last night? Why the fuck is there such a huge mess?” You traced a single finger against the wood of the coffee table and saw blood with discarded clothes in his favorite spot on the couch.

He warned you that this day would come but you thought he was crazy in the brain. The day actually came, the end of the world. You ran back to your room to hurry and dressed in a green turtle neck with a pair of jeans, beanie and boots. You slipped on your black bomber jacket and before you hit the door, the news flashed on our TV. “This Rosa Gonzalez with ABC 7. It looks like the virus is spreading across the world and there are over a million bitten or dead due to the deadly pandemic. The infected have raided homes to find and kill the only man who could have saved us named Bruno Tylers.” You covered your mouth to cover the cries and screamed into your hands.

The reporter continued as you watched. “He was the only one who had a remedy that so happen can save us all. But no one has found it yet. According to his deceased team that passed this morning, the remedy is somewhere hidden but the only thing we knows is that it ‘is close to the heart’. We will report more later on at two, stay safe world.” The TV shut off when you thought of Bruno’s words. You then saw a white envelope in the mail basket, you opened and noticed Bruno’s handwriting.

“My love, I am soon to be with my mother and father. They have come for me and I can stop that. I know you have the ability to stop them but there seems to be a ton of them. So, I have locked the bedroom door from the inside. But before I did, I packed you with four bags for your travels a long with the keys to the Ford Truck. I want you to go to this address and follow this exact formula to make enough to heal the sick but there is not much time. Also, there is a shot for you to take to protect yourself. There is enough for a month and each shot lasts every month as well. Remember, the formula is close to your heart. I love you and please stay safe…for both of us.

-Bruno.”

You folded the paper and placed it into your pocket. You thought of what he said and noticed that the only thing that stayed close to your heart was... “My necklace.” You caressed as you ran to the bedroom, locking the door behind you and grabbed your backpack, placing it on your back, throwing your messenger bag across your chest and grabbing your duffel bag before reaching for your gun under the bed.

Then, you heard it. A pair of footsteps at the bedroom door. You stood straight with gun in hand, taking four deep breaths. You thought quick and shot at the window to jump out to the fire escape. It seemed like each floor you hit, another infected creature reached for you but you dodged them all. You jumped onto your truck and threw your stuff in the back seat. You started the car but struggled to get it up and running. All of a sudden, you saw a figure in the distance, then it became a few then hundreds. The infected ran to your truck but you floored it, backwards. You took to the freeway and made your long journey to the secluded location. As you looked around you saw a few wounded survivors and thought that you were the only one who can save them all.

You made it to deep downtown as you went to the lab and used his badge that was with the letter; this was your new home. It was secluded, on lock down mode and safe; there was no way that anyone or anything can get through. There was a cot with sheets folded for emergency and a clean bathroom. You sat at the counter wiping your face and heard a thump noise. You grabbed your gun and pointed it the direction you heard the noise in. You took careful steps to the area and heard a toilet flush. When the door open, hands went in the air. “Whoa, whoa. Put that down”, he said in his raspy voice. “Who are you”, you asked him and he slowly approached you. “I am one of the Wakandian providers. You know, the ones that gives y’all money and sends our scientists here.” You lowered your gun and noticed his appearance. You two met on several occasions but never really talked much. It was Erik Stevens himself. He wore a navy blue long sleeve tee with jeans and sneakers of course.

“Mr. Stevens, sorry. I didn’t recognize you in casual attire.”

“Yeah, I decided to drop to check on my students but I just found their bloody lab coats.” You put your gun down and nodded with him. “Yeah, it’s a blood bath out here. How is it in Wakanda?”

“Well, since half our population was wiped out along with most of my family so did our scientists. No one knows a cure for any of this. I mean, we tried everything but just failed miserably. Rumor has it, that the formula is somewhere here. But I didn’t find anything. Shuri was here to help but-.” He looked towards her lab coat on the floor and you followed his sad eyes. The young woman was massacred only trace if her was her blood and beads. You looked to him and said “I am so sorry, Mr. Stevens. I actually have it. Bruno must have known this was coming and wanted to keep it safe months ago.” He looked at you, curious eyes at your face. “Where is it?” You pointed to your necklace and he smiled. “Y/N, this is great. Do you know what this means? We can save the world from being ran over by them ugly ass things out there.” You laughed a little and said “well, he also gave me the formula but I can’t do this shit. Can you?”

“Yeah, I can. We can save the world, Y/N… together.”

𝕋𝔸𝔾𝔾𝔼𝔻 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊*

@muse-of-mbaku @im5ftbutmythroat66 @chaneajoyyy @melanin-samii @theunsweetenedtruth @doux-ciel @unicornluvin8765 @vikkidc @wakandantings @thadelightfulone @mzamethystp @simbiann @tropicalsun10 @babydoll756 @notoriouslynay @vminax @quinsly @pinkdemolition @quietstorm-73 @chaoticcashfancroissant @bugngiz @chocolatedippedinhoney @yafavcocoa @lostgalaxies @mbakuwife @youreadthatright @babygotl01292003 @acceptyourselfloveyourself @madamslayyy @yoyolovesbucky @theogbadbitch @wakanda-inspired @bitchacho25 @toniilaney @wakandascrystal @girlsneedlovingfanfics @raysunshine78 @melodyofmbaku @hearteyes-for-killmonger @silenceisplatinum @thickemadame @shookmcgookqueen @heykillmongerluhme @fonville-designs @cutewylie @allhailqueennel @10bsatatime @nickidub718 @lildashofmelanin @allhailqueennel @amirra88 @hakunalive4eva @thickemadame @ghostfacekill-monger @cherrystainedlipsbaby @nahimjustfeelingit-writes @fd-writes

#Erik Stevens #Erik Killmonger #erik stevens x reader #Erik Kilmonger #Erik killmonger x Reader #horror #artisticestheticreads #artisticesthetic requests

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suffering-and-happy-about-it · 5 years

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WhatsApp? Part 4. (Steve Rogers x reader)

Description: You’ve never been lucky with guys. You just wanted to catch someone’s eye, to be loved. One day, that’s about to turn completely - with one fake, completely imagined number a guy gave you

A/N: I know that at this moment I've completely forgotten about MCU timeline - but... Just fuck it, bro. Let me dream my dream, ok.

Warnings: Peter crushing into "puberty". Hard.

Tagging: @missdictatorme @songforhema

Read the previous parts and have an idea of what is actually going on :) : Part One Part Two Part three

Series Masterlist: H E R E

You were eager to see Peter the other day. Steve wrote as he promised, but none of his formal texts:

Steve: Hello, Y/N. Hope that you'll have a good day at work. Don't overstress yourself, I want to know you better. What about 6 p.m.? We will have more time. I have no work or work out to do today. That means I'm all yours to answer your questions if you're up to it. ;)

You fangirled over that man once again. He was polite yet way more friendly than in the previous days. You wanted to thank Peter in the most sincere way possible - so you bought him big Oreo milkshake he loved so dearly and left in your office's fridge. If there wasn't for Peter, you wouldn't crack up Steve's personality so early. You would do it as the time would pass, but Peter just saved your ass.

You could tell Deena or May, but you felt like Peter should be the one who will know about the success of your teamwork first.

You didn't want to be too I eager about Steve, so you wrote:

Y/N: I will be careful, don't worry about that. And I will be looking forward to that as well, handsome.

You lived for calling him handsome. In your mind, he had to be handsome. And you didn't know that every time it made him smile.

Steve: That's what I like to hear. :)

But when Pete came, it was around three p.m., he was really pale and he looked paranoid as hell. He was sweaty and he shook hard, and that made you worried about that boy. What happened to him? Did Flash take it too far this time? Nonsense. Pete wasn't minding Flash as much.

Liz. Something must've happened to Liz.

"Hey," - you came up to him. You looked him up and down, catching Val's stare. She liked Peter as well. Every woman in this office was his adoptive mom. But you were just the biggest. - "Something with Liz? You look like a piece of trash, Pete."

He looked at you as if you scared the living soul out of his body. He was scared to death. He put a hand on your shoulder, prepared to tell you something, but then he tensed, looking at his hand.

"I, I think I'm in puberty, Y/N," - he gulped out loud, looking you dead in the eyes.

"Peter. You're fifteen." - You stated, smoothing his hand on your shoulder. It was... Sticky. In a gross sense. - "You're in puberty for a looong time."

Peter looked at his hand and tried to take it off your shoulder. But it felt like he was glued to your tee.

"Flash attacked your hand with a second glue or what? You're scaring the hell out of me." - You tried to shook him down, but it was an impossible task. That hand hadn't moved an inch.

"Oh shit." - he cursed under his breath, catching his forearm with his second palm. - "Let go, let go, let go..." - Then it finally let go... And holy shit, you just heard how the tee is tearing apart and you saw its remnants on glued his hand. What. The. Fuck?

Everyone centered their stare at you two, in the middle of the office. You were too shocked to even move and Peter was about to faint. He turned away immediately, trying not to look at you. He still tried too shook the tee off.

"Peter what the fuck is this about?!" - You heard an angry voice coming from the hall. May just came back with lunch for everybody. She threw the bags with China aside and looked at Peter like she's about to kill him. - "Would you mind to tell me why is Y/N naked in the middle of the day in our office and you have her t-shirt in your hand? Hm? Is this funny to you, young man? You're so grounded for the rest of the week." - She stated, looking him up and down. She looked straight like some demon crawling out of the deepest ends of hell, ready to give Peter the biggest moral lecture of his whole fucking life.

"May I think he's sick. He's burning and I think he'll faint any minute. Look at him." - You mumbled as you were putting your sweater on, defending that poor boy. You knew it wasn't done on purpose. But this wasn't a part of fucking puberty. You didn't have sticky hands. No one in history had them.

"Dear lord." - May immediately turned off that demon mode, turning the mother mode. She came close to him, but Peter insisted on her staying the hell out from where he was standing.

"You're really not looking good. But I can't leave office, I have a meeting with a worker sent by the Stark industries, I can't leave before seven p.m.. Would you take him to the hospital? There's no time for a pediatrician." - She asked you with such a concern in her voice, staying feet away from Pete, looking terrified.

"Yeah. I'll finish my work tomorrow, it's nothing too burning. It will wait a day or two." - You nodded automatically, worried about him. He was about to faint any minute now. You took your backpack, supporting Peter with your body and leading him out of the office. You didn't realize that your phone was left on your working desk.

The traffic was a real terror. Peter shook like hell on the co-drivers side, hyperventilating into a paper bag. His eyes were closed and you just prayed for him not to vomit all over your car.

"Have you eaten something bad? What did you eat during the day? Peter, did you do some drugs or shit like that? I need to know before we get there." - You drive off the main road, sure it will be faster to the hospital. You just needed Peter woken up by the time you'll reach the hall. Then he can pass out.

"No, no. I swear I didn't do drugs... I think something bit me." - He showed you his wrist with a huge red spot on it. It was swollen so much that his fingers were twice their normal size. Holy. Shit.

"You think?! I'm fucking sure of it!" - You yelled. Your windows were rolled down, so when you yelled, a lady suddenly turned at you in shock. But you couldn't care less. - "What the hell bit you? Nothing leaves a spot like this for fuck's sake."

"I don't really know..." - Peter mumbled. His voice was quiet and you could hear he's in huge pain. This truly was an emergency. - "We were on a school trip to some labs. I don't even know what it was or when it - ewgh." - You heard as he vomited into the paper bag. You wish you could take a part of his pain on yourself - he was in a delirious state.

"Hold on ten more minutes, Pete." - You patted his shoulder carefully as he kept on vomiting, looking into the road. You didn't even care if he vomits in your car. All you wished was to be in the fucking hospital.

They immediately took him in. The nurses didn't even care if you're his family member or not, but you told them you were only a close family friend. Peter sat on the bed, crying, sweating and mumbling, wishing to make it stop, then vomited for ten minutes straight into a bucket they have him. You were there, nursing him, playing with his hair and hugging his shoulder.

They checked his pulse, took some blood from him, measured his temperature and asked you what could've caused it. You told them about the spot on his hand, then it was time to wait for all the results. You had to sit in the hall, patiently waiting for them to tell you what's wrong with Pete. You tried to find your phone, but it wasn't in your backpack.

Great. Peter was dying in your car, almost vomited all over it and you left your phone in the office. You realized you will not be able to text Steve back at six p.m., it was impossible for you to accomplish that. And you left your lunch at the office as well. You were hungry as a wolf but you were too afraid to leave the hall - news about Pete could come any minute.

Poor boy.

The doctor came to you at five p.m.. The waiting felt like hell. You sighed in relief when she was smiling a bit at you light-heartedly. She was nice - a small, thin young woman with short curly hair and beautiful chocolate skin. You almost jumped at her with fear in your face

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N. My name's Dr. Smith. Nice to meet you. You came here with Peter Parker, right?" - She smoothed your shoulder and made you sit down again. You turned your eyes to her with anticipation. Dr. Smith took it as a yes, still smoothing your arm slowly. She was calming you don't and you didn't mind at all. That was what you needed.

"Peter is now stabilized, he doesn't vomit anymore, which is good. He's a bit better now after we gave him some antibiotics. You told my colleague that he was bitten by something, is that right?" - She crossed her legs over each other, looking you in the eyes. You nodded, relieved that Peter is better now. Not much, but even that bit helped a lot.

"Okay. We did inspect his blood and the good news is that he hasn't any toxins or neurotoxins in his blood flow. As far as we tested his blood, he has the blood of a newborn baby. I've never seen blood as clean as his. It is more probable that he's just ill and he had a shock because something bit him. He connected two dots and made himself believe that the bit is where this is all coming from. This is pretty common, don't worry." - Dr. Smith talked with you in a sweet tone, giving you a document with his bio stats. It looked... Ok. The results were good.

"Only thing I don't like is his fever. He had almost 105.8°F (41°C). He has a strong symptom of his body trying to destroy some virus in him, don't panic now. You may take him home, we gave him painkillers and the antibiotics, as I said, so the fever is slowly fading out. But. Wake him every hour and make him drink something. If you don't do that, his body can dehydrate pretty fast and that is a thing we want to avoid at all costs. Peter's going through a lot now. He needs to have a diet now to calm his stomach, prepare him some black tea with a bit of sugar and if he'll be hungry, give him some whiskers or rolls without anything, ok? And if the fever rises up again, call the ambulance." - She stood up. So did you. - "He'll sleep through one or two days, but don't worry. His body will handle this perfectly. He's a young strong man." - Dr. Smith offered you her palm and you shook it.

"Thank you, doctor. It was really nice to meet you." - You smiled at her and she watched as you joined two huge men with Pete on a wheelchair. They told you that they're going with you two - Peter wasn't even able to stand up on his own feet at his current state.

But that boy was totally out. He was giggling and pointing around himself, saying beep! almost every five minutes. Oh God, you wished you could make a video out of that. He was totally out of his mind.

"Y/N!" - He yelled all over the hall with an honest smile. He sounded drunk as hell, his voice was overly calm and mumbly. You smiled at him and took a side by his wheelchair for him to stop yelling. A lot of people watched you at that moment, some were confused, some were having fun. - "Can you see it too? Man, that is just awesome. Beep!" - The tip of his finger reached your nose and he giggled again. Peter was so out.

"Of course." - You assured him when you stopped by the ambulance car. He was holding your hand in a tight, almost hurting grip. Which was weird. Peter should be numb after medicine. Shouldn't he?

"Of course what?" - Peter asked and opened his mouth in anticipation.

"I can see everything." - You winked at him, took the bag off his lap and waited until the men helped Peter into the back of the car.

When Peter laid into bed, he immediately fell asleep. He was snoring really, really loud. You carefully took the phone out of his backpack and tried to call May while brewing him a tea as Dr. Smith ordered him. When she didn't pick up, you left her a quick voicemail.

"Hey May. Don't worry about Pete, he's better now. Two men from the hospital helped us to get to your flat and laid Pete in his bed. He's sleeping, his body is ok, he has only a higher fever, nothing too dramatic. I'll tell you more when you'll get home. And take my phone with you, thanks. Bye, Y/N." - That was it. You were watching a movie with a phone clock ticking down an hour. You woke Peter up twice and he drank a whole cup and a half of tea. When his head touched his pillowy he was immediately asleep again, snoring lightly.

You just sat there for a few more minutes, smoothing his sweaty hair. Then, when you heard the flack door opening, you lightly kissed his forehead and nudged him into a blanket like a mermaid.

May was home. And she looked totally wrecked. She had a long day at the office, then the thing about Pete... She was really to go to sleep. But she knew that she'll have to stay up to take care of Pete.

"Hey." - She hugged you and sighed in relief. - "I have your phone and your China. Thank you for saving my ass. Otherwise, I would have to go and the meeting would be canceled for sure."

"Pete's one of my best friends. He's maybe a bit like a son to me. I couldn't let him suffer. And thank you for that phone. Pete fell asleep again just minute's ago, I just made him drink." - You started to pack your stuff, but May stopped you.

"You can sleep on the couch. Your car isn't here anyway, you must've left it by the hospital. You can borrow mine tomorrow, I'll stay at home with Pete at home." - She offered you and you hugged her again. You adored that woman so much. Every time you've visited their place, it just felt like home. And May took you as her daughter and bestie, which was so good it was almost dreamy.

"In that case take a shower and go to sleep. I'll take care of Peter until... What about one a.m.? It's seven p.m. so you'll sleep a little at least." - You put your things next to the couch, taking an old tee and some old worn-out sweats from May.

"That's a deal. Also... That Steve of yours. It looked like he's ready worried about you. You better answer him." - May winked at you playfully, but you could feel she wasn't feeling too easy. Pete was in such a state she just couldn't feel easy. You almost forgot about Steve.

And those six texts were speaking for themselves.

Steve: Hey! It's six p.m. and I'm ready to get to know you better.

Steve: Okay... Is everything alright, Y/N?

Steve: I took it too far, didn't I? I'm so sorry.

Steve: Just answer me, please. I'm really sorry.

Steve: Y/N, come on. Please tell me that you're alright.

Steve: I hope you're safe at least.

Y/N: Omg! Handsome, I am so so so sorry for being so dumb. I left my phone at the office. I was in a hurry, my friend's nephew was really sick and I needed to take him to the hospital. I got to read your text now, Steve. I am so sorry.

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Steve was thinking about what he has done wrong. He took on that you're a person who is keen on having everything on time. There was nothing he could do wrong technically - but Steve was too pure to realize that.

He was really sad about that, wishing that you'll text him back.

Sam just came back after a long jog in the downtown, looking hella pumped. He was proud of his looks and his muscles were perfectly tensed up.

For Steve, Sam was the well of knowledge about today's women. She almost jumped at him and Sam just stood there, almost shitted in his pants.

"Calm down, tiger." - Sam giggled at Steve and went to drink a glass of water. - "I'm happy to see you too."

"I think I have fucked up." - Steve almost shout at him with panic. Sam tensed up and watched him down and up with death stare. - "YOU HAVE TO HELP ME."

"Calm down, you PMS girl. Don't you try to cry? You know that I'll not make me go gentle on you." - Sam drank the water, looking Steve into the face, being not too scared about what Steve has done. - "Now ya tell Mr. March maker what the hell happened."

So Steve talked about yesterday, getting to know you better and really liking it, eager to know even more about you and talked you down to another round of the game. But then you didn't write on time - and you always did. You texted him back every morning exactly at 8:05 a.m., you went to sleep exactly at 10 p.m. You wouldn't just don't text in without a reason.

"You are making so much unnecessary drama here, Iceberg. How many texts have you sent for that hour you've been alone here?" - Sam asked worriedly and almost spat out the water our when Steve mumbled 'six' in a quiet tone. - "Holy shit. Rogers, you look soooo obsesses about that girl. Calm the hell down dude, you will scare her off hella fast if you'll continue like that, boi." - Sam chuckled at his friend devilishly.

Steve and girl. A perfect story for a book or for a movie. He was totally clueless about how to act with the women of this age. He wasn't exactly a hit with the ladies at his time - and these time were just too harsh for a man like Steve.

It was nice to see Steve being so into someone but if he scared her off, there will be nothing to repair here. Which would be really hard for that sensitive old man.

And Steve almost melted when his phone rang, his eyes immediately glued to the display. It was a text. And it was from her. He felt like laughing.

"Man, you are one lucky guy, I tell you." - Sam winked on Steve and got up for his two hours lasting bathroom routine. He had a complex vitamin and skin routine. - "Go get her, tiger!" - Sam yelled loudly and laughed again.

"She is just a friend, Wilson!" - Steve yelled back when the bathroom door shut.

"I can't even count how many time I've heard that already!" - Sam ended the chat. He always had to have the last word. That was one of his many characteristics which could be really nerving from time to time. But it was a friend after all of it. And he could Steve feel easy and make him laugh, and that was the point of their friendship.

He sat at their table, frowning at the texts you were sending him, telling him all about your chaotic evening.

That Peter, a nephew of your boss who was actually one of your best friends, tore a t-shirt off your body. You laughed about it now but you told Steve that you were freaking out when it happened. Then you described your evening in the hospital hall - and you told him that now you're watching after Pete.

Steve: Do I look like a creep now? Freaking out because you were late? I feel so uncomfortable now.

Y/N: You and a creep? Oh please. I think it's sweet. :)

Y/N: It is my fault after all that I forgot my phone at home, isn't it? Don't be sorry about being worried.

So you were completely fine with him freaking out. You even found him caring. That was so sweet in his eyes, you were overly so sweet.

And so you texted until one a.m. Well until the time you have woken up Pete for the last time.

You were really funny, texting him some of your stupid childhood stories, telling him how did you choose your job and why did you settle down in Queens. He told you more about himself - the stories of him trying to cook for the first time. He told you about his best friends - Bucky and James. And the dog in his profile pic, Fosco, was his friend's - her name was Sharon.

Time was running with the speed of light when you two could write, not having those formal barriers holding you down. You were such a playful person full of wonder and life. And Steve hadn't felt anything like that for a long time.

#steve rogers #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x reader #captain america #whatsapp #sam wilson #the falcon #peter parker #may parker #aunt may #marvel #mcu

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denjispinalcordsword · 4 years

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Thank u to @exosbaeks for tagging me!! this was so cute! i discovered that like.....i did not bold many of these 😂😂 i felt terrible some of these only have 1 or 2!!! how!! but anyway i gave it a good go

i’m not gonna tag anyone tonight but if anyone wants to do this it’s a cute challenge lol and madeleine i liked going through our answers and seeing which were the same and different :D

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

gold jewelry, slowdancing in the kitchen with a lover, sun on skin, red-tinted lip balm, lazy mornings, getting lost in foreign cities, scent of bakeries, high-waisted jeans, kissing someone’s neck, writing reminders on your wrist, sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning, growing an herb garden, gentle touches, sketches tucked between pages, flushed cheeks, tandem bikes, floating in a pool, vintage gold hand-mirror, deer grazing, softly singing while doing chores

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

listening to a song and remembering the times you used to listen to it on repeat | imagining yourself living in any other life than the one you have now | crop tops and high waisted jeans | forgetting to smile but not actually being upset | nuzzling your face in the crook of their neck | back hugs when you’re stressed | turning in assignments 1 minute before they’re due | wanting a relationship but getting scared the moment you’re in one | pretending that you don’t care when inside you’re burning with doubts and fears | the sound of the evening waves as you lie on the sand | lying in your bed listening to your sad playlist | exhaustion but you can’t sleep | singing loudly when you’re the only one home | feeling safe and comfortable with that person in your life | knee high suede black boots with your black winter coat | comfort over appearance | writing essays at 2 am | creative peak from 1 am to 4 am | the one that always ends up walking in the back of a friend group

hyunsracha - sav!

lveletters

dnceracha - sydni

exosbaeks

joohoneyonehunnit (leila)

#whew! all done hahahaha!

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