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I just recently rewatched the Marvel movies and decided to draw my favorite ship, because I didn't have the courage to do it before.

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John 'Bucky' Egan's morning | Stalag Edition

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George MacKay as Louis for La Bête (2023).

Dir. Bertrand Bonello

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It is not enough to get into a comfy sleeping position- one must go through several and spin like a rotisserie chicken to arrive at the position you started with.

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#DunePartTwo - Set photo of a Fremen Stilltent on Arrakis. Production Design by Patrice Vermette. (from DuneInfo)

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i need feminism because when jesus does a magic trick it’s a goddamn miracle but when a woman does a magic trick she gets burned at the stake

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when you grew up as a lonely uncool girl it will never stop haunting you by the way. you will meet a cool person at a bar or the train station or at a friend's party and you can wear your most stylish outfit and striking eye makeup and you will swear that they can see through all of the facade and see the lonely terribly insecure teenage girl you used to be who desperately wanted to connect and you will swear that they know that there is like an insurmountable gap between you. this will happen forever

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Use "said" for dialogue unless you are writing a man talking, in which case use "whimpered"

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@oh-tobeafrog thank you for inspiring me with this galaxy brain take on my two favorite marvel heroes :)

original post here

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You're late.

The Fantastic Four : First Steps (2025) dir. Matt Shakman

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thinking about hollywood! clegan au 🤭

John Egan is a beloved actor who had his big break 5ish years ago and been doing a steady stream of hit movies ever since, 2-3 a year over all genres

Hollywood’s heartthrob but also a versatile actor who’s amazing at talk shows, considered very cool but also your grandma’s favorite celebrity

Has always been very private about his life outside of the films, always manages to make a joke out of everything when he’s (often) asked about his personal life, just wants to talk about his dog and whichever project he’s promoting

He’s been connected to a bunch of singers and actors (he loves a good party and isn’t aftaid of physical contact so he’s shipped with pretty much everyone he meets)

The absolute SHOCK that goes through entertainment world when he shows up to a premiere with a beautiful man on his arm

There are some speculations about this being another goof to get everyone confused but the picture of John looking at the man and rounding his arms around the his waist at any given moment on the red carpet go viral in relationship pages (they’re used in the type of pics “if your man doesn’t look at you like this…”)

Internet detectives quickly discover the man’s Gale Cleven, a publicist at the firm that represents Egan (not his publicist tho they keep work separate from their relationship)

He’s considered one of the best in the industry but hates spotlight and has stayed away from the media completely so far

However… After dating for 5 years John popped the question and Gale said yes, and as a part of their deal with how to deal with all of that Gale allows John’s long-awaited dream of being able to scream his love from the rooftops

He wasn’t kidding either, every single social media post after that is about how much he loves his fiancé, and the wedding plans are pretty much all he wants to talk about in interviews as well (aside from their dog, of course)

The negative side of it is that the internet also starts to thirst after John’s man and it becomes a new widely shared joke, like everytime John goes to talk shows after that the questions are all centered around ‘Hey, is your fiancé single?’

John is a good sport about it but in private he takes any excuse to mark Gale as his, weather it was a seemingly carelessly placed hand on him any chance he gets or a hickey just visible over his collar and esp when they have sex John never shuts up anyway but now he’s particularly keen on reminding Gale he belongs to him

Gale doesn’t care about the public attention one bit but he loves how happy John is about showing him off, and every time he’s nervous when they’re photographed together John makes sure to make him laugh and relax even on red carpets when everyone is trying to get their attention

The one time they give an interview together the internet goes nuts because Gale is so shy but so sweet and John laughs at everything he says and the two of them are just so clearly smitten with each other people can’t help but root for them

It’s also clear form the interview that while Gale hasn’t been at previous premiers or public outings he’s John’s work’s biggest fan/supporter, John’s telling some story about how they managed to keep their relationship secret while also living an active life like ”Oh and while I was doing promo for this project Gale lived in London with me” and Buck’s always very nonchalantly like ”No actually it was for this project dear” because he’s more aware of John’s work than he is and John will always tease him like ”oh you’re right thank you baby you’re so smart” and Gale would fail to hide his smile behind his hand

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⭐may we know more about john and gale's first time in born right in the doorway MWAH

“Good thing you’re so pretty, huh?” John says, jamming a thumb to Gale’s chin. 

His fingers are wet. Wet from being inside himself, from fucking himself open where Gale flagged to softness. It’s an unsteadiness more than a nervousness that gathers in his belly. Half inside John, it hits him at the most inopportune moment; the reminder that this is the first time he’s fucked anything other than his own hand since his wife died. Since Marge. 

Marge, he thinks. 

“Gale,” John says, wet fingers caressing him under his chin. “What’s eatin’ ya?” 

My wife died, he thinks.

“Nothing,” he says. 

Please don’t leave me. 

John shifts. He’s half sitting, pushed up onto his elbows with Gale draped over him. It’s an improvement from the distance Gale puts between them, touching his dick over the slippery surface of the condom, sitting at the edge of the bed with his back turned. It makes him feel seventeen, eaten up from the newness and staring at Marge’s New Kids on the Block poster on the wall, Joey McIntyre smiling back at him sweetly. There’s nothing on John’s wall but a Playboy calendar and fist-sized hole in the plaster. Bigger, but not deeper than the ones Gale leaves behind. 

“You wanna get going?” 

Gale’s mostly hard again, working his dick to the meat of John’s thigh with a lazy intent. They’ve been kissing, too. Gale likes kissing John. Likes the grate of his moustache and the smell of his aftershave and the wet fucking fingers he holds his face with. His grip is so tight it hurts to nod, but John eases up when he does. 

“Yeah?” he says. “You gonna give it to me, Buck?” 

“Uh-huh,” he says. 

John grins. Gale can see all the little flecks of paint sitting in the creases of his skin, inked there forever like a tattoo. There’s some at the back of his neck too, dried into the hair at his nape. That’s what Gale gets a look at when John settles himself onto his stomach again, one knee hitching up a little higher on the bed sheets, exposing where he’s wet and open and ready for it. 

John likes it like this. He makes a joke about it, says, no way I could look at that face and not bust in a minute, but Gale’s not that naive or self-centered to believe it. He just likes it like that, from the back, hard. Likes taking it like that. To prove something? Gale hasn’t worked it out yet. Maybe he would, if he did; let John fuck him. He’s thought about it, in the interest of fairness, even though John says it doesn’t work like that. 

“No sssweat,” he says once, nose to his neck as he pawed at his ass. 

Gale’s all sweat now, sitting up on the backs of John’s thighs, hand to his dick as he guides it into him. It feels a little better this time. Not like his dick is going to break in half. John had been too tight, but he likes it like that too. Gale doesn’t know if he does, watching the tense lines of his arms as he’d gripped the pillow, asking for it as Gale’s body aborted its mission. 

Now, he’s sighing into the feeling, nuzzling the pillow sweetly. Gale’s eyes are on the slab of him, skin blotching from the exertion and pricked white around the fingertip-press of Gale’s hand to his shoulder to keep his balance. There’s age-old acne scars on his back, fine hair running the length of his spine and thickening at his ass. It’s a nice ass. Does Gale like ass? He likes the feeling of it, being inside. Likes the thought of it even more. Being inside John. Being allowed. Someone letting him again. 

“Fuck, John,” he says, shunting his hips forward, inside. It makes a wet sound. Louder than John’s fingers. 

John’s making little happy noise, not talking anymore. Before, he says, that’s it, Buck, you got it, but now he doesn’t need to hear it. He’s got it. A quick learner. Gale likes the way his rib cage moves when he breathes. How big. He imagines his lungs, his heart. John’s got a big heart. A big, big heart. Gale feels it thud when he flattens himself across the back of him. Lublublub. He kisses the side of John’s face because his mouth is there. John turns his face for a proper kiss and moans. 

“Gale,” he says. 

Gale finishes before he does. He can’t keep going, heaving a breath into the back of John’s neck, even though John asks him to. Just a little longer, but he can’t. Sorry, he mumbles, pulling out and flopping over, boneless and selfish in the aftermath. John turns over onto his back. His dick is big and thick and hard. Gale’s gut seizes at the thought, watching John finish himself off, teeth deep in his bottom lift and making a noise out his nose. One of his arms is tucked behind his head, swell of his bicep weirdly mouthwatering. 

Gale sets his teeth to it. John comes, splashing hot against his belly. And then it cools. He laughs as he moves it around. It darkens the hair of his belly and dries there. Gale takes the condom off and throws it in the bin. 

“C’mere,” John says. 

Gale tucks himself to John, fingernail nudging the tackiness of his skin. He wants to shower. Can feel the wet heat of John’s underarms as he throws an arm around him and doesn’t know if he likes it so much. John kisses his face. 

“New York ain’t seen pitching like that since Whitey Ford,” he says, and Gale appreciates the flattery, if only because of the way John’s moustache moves across his skin as he’s spouting it. “You like it? Relieved I didn’t shit on your dick?” 

“John,” Gale grouses.

“Everybody thinks it, baby,” he says, bumping his knuckles to the underside of Gale’s chin. He put the same ones through the drywall. Gale thinks about New Kids on the Block instead, humming Cover Girl under his breath in a poor imitation of a lullaby. John’s snoring pretty soon regardless.

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the “perhaps i was getting bored of all the heavy petting from your end of the table 🙄❌🏳️‍🌈” scene in mota2 is so insane for so many reasons but i watched it last night and realized buck doesnt say anytbing the whole scene. he just sits like a princess being served drinks and letting the guys brag about him. but he doesnt say anything. until the british dude implied he was gay. then gale is furious and he jumps up ready to fight but like . what does that say. it says he was threatened by the british dude he felt EMASCULATED his masculinity was threatened!!!! by the implication there was something Intimate about the way bucky was touching him. and like putting aside how crazy it is they had a homophobic joke (IN THE TEXT!!! like they SAID IT . IN THE TEXT) its also textual that bucks masculinity is threatened . and threatened enough for him to need to prove it by fighting!!! so like. why would they have a scene of gales being insecure in his masculintity if hes . unless hes…..

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hate when someone asks how are you and you say good how are you and they say "oh not so great" or something. it's always like ohh okay i see we're being honest i thought we were playing pretend. can i have a do-over