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MY RESIDENTS OF HAWKINS + COLORS I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM

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Ain’t Gonna End Well

Blood circled the drain.

This time, it wasn’t someone else’s blood. Pinching her nose only proved that it came from her own nostrils.

Though Chloe Grant wanted to chalk this up to dry air, stress, or a whole host of other common things, she wondered if it wasn’t related to her experiencing reality itself warping around her. Changing around her with every alteration of the timeline.

There had to be side effects. Right?

Enshrouded in the heat and steam of her shower, she watched in stunned silence as the drips of blood mixed with water like a cloudy red mist on their way down the drain.

The doorbell rang. She cursed.

With a swipe of her hand, the water’s flow cut out and she pawed at a towel outside the spacious shower cabin.

The doorbell rang soon again, well before she had any realistic chance at getting dressed. Watery footprints marked her way out of the bathroom, and her wet hair would soon soak the back of her shirt.

Her pulse began to race. Not out of frustration or fury, but something else. Something that didn’t fit. A strange anxiousness, or even a creeping sense of dread—the same heart-pounding anticipation that had accompanied her upon her last crossing of time, the same uncertainty over what lay beyond an Anomaly. Like something else had wanted to cross over. Like it had always wanted to cross over and enter the past, or present, or future. And change whatever was supposed to come.

After a long and patient wait, the doorbell rang a third time.

Like destiny itself was knocking at her door.

By the time she had slipped into pants and a shirt, the doorbell hadn’t been rung again. As if the visitor had left already.

She paused in the hallway to the entrance. The floor was cold.

A shadow awaited outside the front door.

Her heart pounded.

When the doorbell rang a fourth time, she shuddered. Neared the door. Opened it.

A familiar motorcycle was parked in the driveway. A familiar, handsome face awaited outside—and her pulse began to calm at the sight of Valentín Ruiz and his symmetrical visage. He pulled the black beanie off his head to reveal a crop of short dark hair, and nodded in greeting.

“Grant,” he said. His big brown eyes scanned her down and up, registering the absence of socks or shoes, and the pearls of water on her flushed skin. He thrust a thumb back over his shoulder and asked, “Should I come back later?”

She shook her head and ushered him inside.

On the way into the kitchen, she spotted a note from Danielle on the counter:

JOB INTERVIEW @ TI, BACK FOR LUNCH W/ SURPRISE!!!

Dan had drawn a smiley face underneath the note.

Chloe Grant suppressed a grin and resisted the urge to crumple it up before Ruiz might read it, too.

“Can I get you anything?” asked Grant, flicking on the stove to heat up a kettle of water.

Ruiz grimaced and shook his head.

“Nah, I’m good. Just came to talk. Got some stuff to talk about, need to get it off my chest.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

He scratched the back of his head. Rolling his jaw, he looked like he was chewing on the words before he uttered a single syllable. Then his admissions flooded out without further warning.

“Shit, I don’t even know where to start, but I guess I’ll start at the top. You might wanna sit down for this.”

He gestured to an empty corner, looked around, and almost looked exasperated at the absence of chairs in her roomy kitchen.

It only now dawned on Grant that this was the roomiest house she had ever lived in. It had somehow gotten bigger in the last time shift. She wondered if Future Proof’s paychecks hadn’t also gotten bigger in this timeline.

“I know it ain’t my fault that Carter’s… dead, but I can’t help but feel like I should have done something, or more, or sooner. You know?”

She needed to marry the events of conflicting timelines. In a previous one, Ruiz’s actions and affiliation with Celava as a spy harbored a very clear connection to Carter’s death. In the current reality, however, she struggled to see the connection between Carter’s death and Ruiz.

Then again��� had the Apex Predator and its biomechanical implant anything to do with Celava and Ruiz’s industrial espionage for them?

Her nostrils flared and she pinched them again.

No blood on her fingers.

The conflicting timelines were messing with her head.

What even were memories anymore? Just more confusion to wrestle with in therapy?

“I know what you’re thinking, but I came to you ‘cause I got a good feelin’ about you, Grant. I’m gonna to tell you something, confide in you, and I can only hope you hear me out to the end, and don’t jump to any conclusions. Please?”

His husky voice cracked on the last word.

She tilted her head. Her lips curled into a weary smile. The mere thought of having to repeat conversations because of temporal anomalies somehow exhausted her on a level she had never even considered before.

The tea kettle on the stove began whistling.

She talked over it.

“You leak Future Proof’s information and data to a red-haired woman named Loretta Corsino, whom you sometimes meet at a café downtown. I know.”

His chin dropped, leaving a mouth wide agape.

“You… know? How?” He snapped his mouth shut, upon which his otherwise trademark confident grin took shape. “Shoulda known. That is what Spencer hired you for, huh? Counter-intelligence? So, have you been keepin’ tabs on me since day one?”

“No, man. I spied on your spying in a different timeline—without Spencer telling me to—and you came clean when I confronted you about it. Hell, I might know more than you do at this point.”

Staring at her, he squinted. The grin faded.

The kettle’s whistling reached a fever pitch. She switched off the stove and removed the kettle. Pouring herself a cup of tea, she looked up at him. Pink color from the tea bag swirled like mist in the hot water, reminding her of her own blood circling down the shower’s drain.

“Though I don’t know what all has changed. Maybe your motivation’s different in this timeline, maybe you’re playing me, or angling for something. Wouldn’t that be a doozy?”

“God damn it, Grant. Were you going to tell me, or what?”

“Hey, I confronted you last time. The time you don’t remember because… well, it… never happened, because, well, hell, I don’t know why the hell not.” She stopped rambling into mumbling and then punctuated it all with a sigh.

She softly lifted and dunked the tea bag in her mug. The reddish mist still swirled, with all the water turned pink.

“Okay, well, what do you know that I don’t?”

She shrugged.

“Actually, not that much. Corsino plays at working for the feds, but she is actually in the private sector. Works for a UK-based company named Celava—Celava Semi-Conductors. Energy, reactors, particle accelerators, real high-tech. The works.”

“Shit. That’s more than I could figure out.”

“I can’t really take all the credit for it. Dan did the legwork. I just tailed you and Corsino a lot, didn’t learn half as much in twice the time as she did.”

“Is she… Bennett, is she still digging on us? On all of this?”

Grant licked her lips.

Dan, in fact, wasn’t. In fact, Danielle Bennett wasn’t having any of this—any of the espionage, counter-espionage, the research and development, let alone the dangerous field work and specimen containment that Grant and Ruiz and the others were conducting for Future Proof.

She could still hear Dan in her mind, urging her to quit the job. Yesterday.

“No, man. She’s outta the game.”

And Grant had been thinking about doing the same.

Indeed, she had just been thinking about it again, under the shower. Both before and after the nosebleed.

She pinched her nostrils again. No blood.

Good.

Ruiz stared at the mug between them and scratched his head again. Shook his head again.

Clearly, it was taking a bit to wrap his head around everything. His expectations had crashed face-first into Grant’s surprise knowledge.

“Celava, huh? You think they made those things? Those… Apex Predators, from the future?”

Grant shrugged.

“Might not even be from the future, for all we know.”

She said those words out loud before ever having thought them. It sent a shiver down her spine.

It’s from 2,000 years into the future. I have no earthly idea how anything on our planet would evolve this fast.

Burch’s words echoed in her mind.

Ruiz had nothing.

“It’s not your fault,” she told him. “Even assuming Celava sicced that thing on us as a hit against FP personnel, well…”

The words died before she finished uttering the rest.

Funny how Ruiz hadn’t been there when disaster struck.

His eyes glistened, glittering with sadness. Yet a hint of suspicion flashed within her mind.

Sending another shiver down her spine.

Enough with the paranoia.

She shook her head, silently arguing against herself.

“You’re dubious of Spencer, I get it,” she added. “So am I. Sometimes, at least.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. I hoped for the good in you, hoped I wasn’t makin’ a mistake by talking to you, telling you all this. Honestly, I’m glad you already knew. Makes things almost easier, I guess. Though… I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I have a family to support.”

Family?

He didn’t have a family to support before the time shift.

Ruiz continued, “I thought I could just walk away if push comes to shove. Corsino didn’t seem like the type to get me iced with wetwork, but after the thing with Carter? Shit, with what I heard about what happened down there, I’m surprised only he was killed. That thing on the autopsy table is no run-o’-the-mill dino, that thing is a fuckin’ monster. If someone from Celava or another corpo team was behind that, if they wanted people dead, shit, then I just… I just don’t know anymore.”

Grant bobbed the tea bag in her mug. Squeezed it out with a spoon, then put it aside.

She didn’t know what to say.

She didn’t think he was wrong about anything he was saying.

His waterfall of words continued. “Shit, Grant, I don’t care, but I feel like I could have at least done something. Or done somethin’ sooner. That kid didn’t deserve to clock out like he did. I don’t know—it feels like I have his blood on my hands.”

In some ways, Ruiz did. In another time, in another world.

But if she understood the changes in reality correctly, then those times and worlds had ceased to exist. Recursive changes that rippled forward through time, evolving into a new and singular reality.

In other ways: Ruiz was innocent, as far as she was concerned.

“Tea?” she asked, extending the mug to him like a peace offering.

Ruiz graciously took it. The pink liquid’s surface shimmered as it shook, as the mug shook in his hand.

He had the shakes in this timeline, too. Seemed like some things were inescapable.

She said, “Fuck it. Just quit. Dan’s right—we can’t keep doing this kinda work forever. Job’ll kill us, one way or another. If you opt out now, they’re not gonna have a lot to lord over you.”

He gripped the mug in both hands, suppressing the tremors.

She turned and prepped herself another mug of tea.

“And, no, before you ask—you can’t smoke in here.”

“How’d you—never mind.” He sipped his tea. His nostrils flared as he inhaled the steam from his mug. “I can’t just up and leave.”

He turned his back on her, to stare out into the backyard lawn of her new home.

The grass outside was perfectly trimmed, the tall fence obscured any features of the neighboring houses in this patch of suburbia, and it now looked and felt all so deeply artificial to Grant.

“I can’t,” he repeated. “I can’t. I take responsibility for my actions. We can only stop this machine from the inside. Whether it’s these Celava kooks, or Spencer and his own legion of mad scientists, I think this time Anomaly shit and messing with it is going to doom us all. Real apocalypse shit. You know that lady on the board—”

“One of the corpo horsemen of the apocalypse? Yeah, I know who.”

He scoffed with the hint of a chuckle.

“Yeah, that one. You know her cronies are engineering some kinda new bio-weapon for us to use on the specimens in the field? You know as much as I do, that ain’t gonna end well.”

Ever so slightly, the world darkened around her at the thought.

“Mhm.”

“Are we the bad guys? I think we’re the bad guys if we don’t do anything about all this shit.”

He turned. Locked stares with Grant.

His eyes glistened still, wet with a sheen to suggest tears being held back.

“I just don’t know anymore,” he said. “On good days, I’m thinking Spencer might be the good guy in all this. You know he might be from the future, right?”

A feather dropped. It shattered the mirror of reality in Grant’s mind, and she fell through it—

Something she had never considered, yet—

Ruiz added, “Corsino told me some stuff about him. I looked into it myself, and some things are pretty fuckin’ odd. Guy appears outta nowhere in the business world, all his history is so vague that nobody can really confirm it, and he ends up building an international corporation, with an HQ literally built around an Anomaly that connects the present to the future. Oh, and, uh, if you look at how he made a killing on the stock market, you’d think he knows shit before it even happens. Motherfucker invested in all sorts o’ tech companies before they got big, like some motherfucker who knew the numbers to win the lottery multiple times over.”

Another sip.

She hadn’t looked into this, but with what she knew, it checked out. For now, it made sense.

In her mind’s eye, she sat across from Spencer at the CEO’s desk, in the clinically cold corner office he occupied atop the towering skyscraper.

The man shaped like a knife shook her hand and welcomed her on board.

Malachi Spencer had always had a strange air about him. More than a sense of superiority. It was like he knew everything.

Grant jolted as if she had been shocked—the doorbell rang again. Like she had sensed it before it happened. The hairs on her neck stood on end.

An overwhelming sense of dread filled every fiber of her being.

Ruiz squinted again. He sniffed, took another sip of tea, and washed away any deeper emotions before they could fully surface. Saved by the bell.

“You expecting someone?” he asked.

“No…”

Grant wandered back down the hall, heading towards the door.

The sense of dread grew as she sensed an overwhelming presence, and spotted three shadows through the milky glass of the front entrance.

Her feet were ice cold by now.

She opened the door.

Malachi Spencer stood there, dressed in a brown winter coat, looking as sharp as ever.

Two taller men in suits flanked him—sporting sunglasses and earpieces, towering hulks of bodyguards she had never seen in Spencer’s company before.

Then again, as it now dawned on her, she had never met Spencer outside of Future Proof’s skyscraper.

“Miss Grant,” said Spencer, enunciating every syllable with a sharpness to match his exterior. “We need to speak.”

With a curt wave to his hired muscle, he directed them to wait outside and invited himself in. Grant stepped out of the way without thinking, though her ears flushed with heat, with anger welling up deep down over the audacity of him just barging in like this.

She closed the door and followed him into the kitchen—

Had he known?

Upon laying eyes on Spencer, astonishment crossed Ruiz’s face.

The words spilled out of Spencer’s lips with absolute authority and precision. “Before either of you ask—I knew you were here, and we need to speak as well, Mister Ruiz.”

Spencer straightened the collar of his coat yet didn’t deign to remove it, despite the warmth indoors. He exchanged a glance with them both.

Ruiz asked, “Did you chip us or something when we signed up?”

Spencer glowered.

“No, Mister Ruiz. You’re carrying around cell phones. It’s dead simple to know where my employees are at all times. I just need to ask Singh to trace you, and you may be found without fail.”

The expression on Ruiz’s face faded from astonishment into vexation, like he had just been punched in the face.

“Sorry,” Grant said with a tremor to the word, suggesting she wasn’t sorry at all. “But what are you doing here?”

Spencer arched a brow.

“I know enough to guess what this meeting between the two of you is about. There are rogue elements in Future Proof,” Spencer said. He raised a slender hand to shush them before either Ruiz or Grant could interject. “I know about your espionage for Loretta Corsino, Mister Ruiz, and I encourage you to keep doing what you’ve been doing. I am counting on it.”

Ruiz and Grant exchanged another glance.

It really was as if he had known everything already.

“Keep it on the downlow, though,” Spencer continued. “You two are not the rogue elements I am concerned about. I trust you both to continue doing your work inside and outside the company to the best of your abilities, and to the full extent of your conscience. That extends to Bennett.”

He peered down at the pink liquid in Grant’s second mug.

“Your tea is growing cold.”

She didn’t care about her tea right now. Pinched her nose again.

Still no blood. She hoped she had seen the last of it.

Something about Spencer felt like he was about to unload more on them. Before he could, Grant cleared her throat to get some words in.

“Well, if you’re going to play with an open hand today, how about you go all-in? The more we know, the better we can operate. At this point, I think we all know a bit too much to the point of being a liability, but not enough to really sniff out these rogue elements. I’m guessing that’s what you want us to do, right?”

“Correct. Like you, Miss Grant, I remember other timelines. Mister Sears—yes, I remember him—was one such rogue element. I wiped him from existence,” said Spencer with a clarity, honesty, and brutality that pummeled Grant in the gut like an avalanche of stones. “I discovered his trail and connection to Celava, and all the skeletons in his closet that he put in there to undermine us. I made sure he would never exist.”

She could feel the blood draining from her own face.

“Woah, woah, hold up. You’re saying you killed Sears? You—you what, you scrubbed him from the timeline? Are you insane?”

Ruiz said nothing. Sipped his tea. His hand no longer shook.

He answered instead of Spencer, saying, “No. He’s just cold as ice, and reminding us of what he’s willing to do if we mess with his well-laid plans. Ain’t that the truth, Mister Spencer?”

Spencer’s absence of a reply weighed heavier than any verbal threats he could possibly utter.

His silent, deathly stare drilled into Ruiz, then swept back to Grant.

“The important part is that we are on the same page. I am from the future, and there is a disaster that I am trying to prevent, but have not yet found out how to. Celava and its lackeys are the engineers of humanity’s destruction, and you just had a taste of that with the Apex Predator ending Carter’s life in Containment.”

Grant’s nostrils flared again, as she held back her sigh, hot air escaping through her nose.

She jutted her chin out, feeling defiant, and shook her head.

“You gotta give us more than that. I am about one push away from walkin’ away from this job.”

A lie.

More than ever before, Chloe Grant felt a sense of responsibility. A deep-rooted sense of duty. She wasn’t even sure towards what, or whom, but she felt responsible for everything that would follow from here on out.

Despite everything she had just told Ruiz about not feeling guilty over Carter’s death, she wondered how many deaths she would cause if she simply walked away from everything now.

How many lives were hanging in the balance.

But she wanted the truth. She wanted to hear it from Spencer’s mouth.

“Very well. Everything eventually points to Malcolm Wright, owner and CEO of Celava, building a colony out of time, deep in the past. He wants to control Earth’s timeline by altering events, natural resources, and even the genetic makeup of biological organisms. Worse, he is using tech that he steals from governments and organizations like our own, hoping to master the Anomalies. He is inviting disaster, more than I could ever threaten by wiping out a single rat in our organization. I’ve seen all the evidence I need, and the underhanded attack of the Apex Predator in our headquarters was the final piece of the puzzle.”

The mug was still lukewarm.

Grant chucked the teabag into the sink and took a long sip of tea.

Needed to gulp it down. Needed more time to process.

Time. Oh, what a joke.

Of course, there would be no way she could easily digest everything Spencer was dropping on them now. She’d have to slowly piece it together… and hope he was telling the truth. The whole truth.

“There’s more I will share, but for now, I want you to prepare for my next task for you. The two of you will be flying to Rome, using false identities. I need you to invade Celava’s offices there, and dig up any dirt you can. Your plane is leaving tonight. Expect a generous raise for your efforts, and all expenses are paid for.”

Ruiz squinted again. The sharpshooter’s eyes sought out contact with Grant’s again, like he was looking for someone to tell him what to do next.

Then he just grinned, like he had been told a really stupid joke.

Grant chewed on her lip.

Not because she was unsure, but because she knew exactly what she was going to do.

She was going to fly to Rome.

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TAG DROP ;; 

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carter daniels tag drop!

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TAG DROP  –  samantha carter

⤷  file  /  samantha carter.

⤷  sam  /  character study.

⤷  sam  /  characterization.

⤷  sam  /  visage.

⤷  sam  /  interactions.

⤷  sam  /  rel.  daniel jackson.

⤷  sam  /  rel.  jack o’neill.

⤷  sam  /  rel.  teal’c of chulak.

⤷  sam  /  rel.  cameron mitchell.

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tag drop : images

✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | visage. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | steve rogers. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | bucky barnes. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | the winter soldier. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | peter carter-rogers.  ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | wanda maximoff. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | gwen stacy. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | roman covaci. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | daniel sousa. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | edwin jarvis. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | ana jarvis. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | howard stark. ✧ — ⋆ 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 | the howling commandos.

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badly needed tag drop (daniel, mary jane and gwen stacy)

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your honor, they deserve the world 💖

featuring . . . dani carter & chrissy cunningham / @dehvils

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I love you Prompt, Day 26 : In pain - The dilemma

HELP ! Which one do I choose ??  😱😱😱

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Kaamelott 

Arthur/Guenièvre

La douleur est atroce, elle a l'impression qu'on lui déchire les entrailles et pourtant c'est déjà la troisième fois, elle devrait être habituée.

Arthur lui tiens la main, ne dit rien quand ses ongles s'enfoncent dans sa peau et au contraire l'encourage à pousser, lui dit à quel point elle est belle et forte et dans cet océan de douleur où ses mots sont sa seule boué, elle s'y accroche avec la force du désespoir.

C'est trop dure, ses muscles ont trop souffert, elle n'en peu plus, son corps se relâche et elle se sent partir. C'est sa voix ferme et puissante qui l'empêche de s'évanouir, elle entend sa panique.

"Guenièvre, non non non, c'est pas le moment de dormir. Écoutez-moi, c'est presque fini je vous le jure."

Elle essaye mais sa tête est trop lourde. Il est déjà là, son visage à côté du sien, ses mains emmêlées dans ses cheveux trempés de sueur.

"Restez avec moi. Écoutez-moi. Je vous aime, vous ne pouvez pas abandonner, poussez une dernière fois. Avec moi. Vous pouvez le faire avec moi ?"

Elle puise dans ses mots, dans son courage et dans son amour pour hocher la tête. 

"Très bien, très bien. Allez, inspirez avec moi."

Elle suit ses directives sans questions et sans hésitations.

"Et… Poussez !"

Elle donne tout ce qu'elle a et c'est comme si il poussait avec elle.

"Oui c'est ça, c'est bien, juste un peu plus."

Puis soudain la douleur disparaît, le bébé est sorti mais la main d'Arthur est toujours emprisonnée dans la sienne. Elle sent à peine les baisers qu'il pose sur son front et sa tempe.

"Vous avez été parfaite Guenièvre, reposez-vous."

Les cris du nouveau né envahissent la pièce et elle n'entend que la voix de Merlin avant de sombrer dans un sommeil réparateur.

"C'est une fille ! Une nouvelle princesse !"

Ce n'est que bien plus tard, quand elle a son bébé accroché à son sein qu'elle se tourne vers son mari avec un sourire.

"Je vous aime aussi, merci pour tout."

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The Addams Family

Morticia/Gomez

SMUT - BDSM, Addams kink TW : Blood

The pain is exquisite, he can feel his nerves being over-saturated (...)

His wrists are bloody from the constant rubbing of the leather/metal cuffs against his skin.

The whip cracks the air around him before making contact with his back. He screams, the pain, the smell of blood and the taste of sweat a combination too potent for him to miss. 

"It's agony"

"Say it and I'll stop."

"I'll say it but please never stop."

She laughs. 

"I love you Tish."

Her arms never tire but he stops screaming after some time, his voice too raw to be heard.

"I know, mon amour."

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Stargate SG1

The team

TW : Torture

They were taking turns to beat them up and torture them. Now finally at peace in the giant cell they are in they can relax just a tiny bit before the next session.

The four of them are curled up in a giant ball. There are no words, only physical comfort between each other, words are reserved for when they will be out of this shit-hell-hole.

Some time passes before someone says with a small voice charged with emotion. 

"Guys, I love you."

Teal'C arms around her are so tight she almost can't breathe but she wouldn't change their position for the world. 

The voice of Daniel echoes hers. 

"Yeah, I love you too Sammy and you Jack and you as well Teal'C, I love you guys."

They can all feel the emotion in the Colonel's voice when he answers with a whisper. 

"Same."

Then Teal'C. 

"I love you Jack O'Neill. I love you Samantha Carter. I love you Daniel Jackson."

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I’ve always liked romance films.

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i hope u haven't done thie already cuz i suck at keeping up but uhh wraith, herman, michael and local neighborhood daniel (if i dont include him then who am i) hearing their s/o saying "i love you" for the first time?? thank youu 😳😳

hnnnn….. i yearn… thank u …

When Their S/O Says ‘I Love You’ For The First Time

Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson | The Ghostface

The first time you say it, you're lazily lying on his chest. You've sprawled out, and silence floats around the two of you. His fingers smoothly run up the shape of your spine again and again and you sink into his touch. You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest. He meets you eyes. You smiled tiredly. "I love you."

It doesn't hit him immediately. He blinks sluggishly at you for a solid few moments as he processes your words. His eyes drift off to the side in thought as he stews in it.

He suddenly furrows his brows and his gaze snaps back to yours. He's realised now. You smile at his funny expression. "You serious?" He asks in disbelief. You shrug and nod.

A goofy grin creeps onto his lips.

"Love you too, baby," his lips brush against your forehead and you snuggle back down.

Herman Carter | The Doctor

Herman is... Being Herman. You feel static dance across your skin and he carefully trails his restless, twitchy fingers across your arms. He's giggling to himself, completely amused by the domestic state you've put him in. He looks up to you with those wide, wild eyes, and cackles quietly through his electric wheezing.

He becomes enthralled by your face. He clicks his teeth together almost threateningly, but you know he's only entertaining himself. It looks like he has every intention of biting you, but you know he won't. His shoulders shake as he giggles, lifting his fingers to feel along your face. He inspects every line, every blemish. Everything. You feel a buzz on your skin, and it makes you feel content.

"Herman, I love you," you lean into the palm of his hand as it rests on your cheek. A small, hint of suprise jostles into his laughter. "Oh?" He muses. His thumb runs across your lower lip. His laugh makes you feel happy. "Not a wise decision," he mocks you through his giggles. You barely acknowledge it. You knows it's unwise to love him, but knowing that doesn't change that you do love him.

He sighs, his chuckles almost silencing. "But, as it happens..." He wheezes lightly. "I seem to love you too."

Michael Myers | The Shape

You don't get a lot of time to just... Chill with this man. But you are. For once, he's sat beside you, allowing you the time to exist with him. You're draped across his lap, one of his large hands resting on your hip. You don't know why he's feel so docile, but you're don't care enough to ask. His free hand is playing with yours, just quietly spreading your fingers and examining the difference between his and yours.

You look at his face. White mask, as always, looks emotionless and stoic. There's a fleck of blue beneath the dark eye sockets, trained intently on your hands. He turns your palm over in his hand and runs his thumb over your exposed wrist. He's feeling your pulse.

For some reason, it feels right to say it then. "I love you," you say without warning. He pauses. He doesn't immediately respond, but he does press his finger a little harder into your wrist. You feel your pulse jump against the pressure.

He sighs deeply. He says nothing. He lets go of your hand and turns his arm over, his palm up to the sky beside your hand. He looks at you. He waits. He tenses his fingers. You're confused. He grows impatient after a minute or so, and uses his other hand to grab your wrist. He pulls your fingers to him. He lays it on his exposed wrist. You feel his pulse. He lets out a content sigh.

Philip Ojomo | The Wraith

You're watching him. There's a clear smile on his warped face as he sits there, almost part of the woods himself. There's a small bird perched on the crook of his fingers, completely undeterred by his monstrous visage. He gently coos at it with a hushed whisper; one of the few vocalisations he capable of making. He looks happy. Content. In peace.

"Hey," you say. His pale, glowing eyes flicker briefly up to yours with wonder. The bird chirps and pecks at his fingers. You grin, leaning on your hand as you watch him. "I love you," you tell him.

A second passes. Another one. And another one. His eyes are as wide as they can go. The hand that isn't holding the bird carefully lifts up and points to himself. He taps his chest and tilts his head. You know what he's asking. "Yes, Philip. I love you."

You see his face light up. He looks away bashfully. He lays his palm flat on his chest and gives it a few gentle taps. His eyes nervously meets your as he points to you, but you see his mouth quirked into a happy smile. He loves you too.

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Upcoming Movies in September 2020: Theaters, Streaming, and VOD

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Movies are back! Granted they never really left either, with Netflix, Amazon, Disney+, and others keeping us satiated with content these past five months. Still, the streamers are about to be reinforced for those willing to return to movie theaters: Major Hollywood blockbuster releases are coming, and limited rollouts are slowly making their way back into cinemas around the world.

For that reason, we’ve assembled a list of potential moviegoing experiences in September, whether on the big screen (please consider the risks of attending a theatrical screening) or at home via video on demand. It’s time for the popcorn to get popping.

Bill & Ted Face the Music

Now playing in theaters and VOD in the US (September 23 in the UK)

One of the biggest movies yet to eschew its intended theatrical window for a premium video on demand (PVOD) release is this most excellent adventure. It’s been 29 years since we last saw Alex Winter’s far out Ted or Keanu Reeves’ perpetually astonished Bill, yet it’s good to have both back in their legendary stoner roles. 

The fact they’re middle-aged and still having adventures through time and space, and against the visage of Death—he’s still cheating!—is pretty sweet. As is Keanu coming back to this role one Speed, three Matrixes, and nearly five John Wick chapters later. But this time they’ve got daughters (played by Samara Weaving and Brigette Lundy-Paine)… but rest assured, the children are as amused as their dads.

Tenet

Now playing in the UK (September 3 in the US)

Already playing in the UK, Tenet will be making its much vaunted North American debut in “select U.S. cities” in September. We’re still not entirely clear what that will look like, but hopefully it will be worth it for this mysterious and visually dazzling Christopher Nolan epic. 

Early reviews are in, and the majority promise Nolan’s most exciting use of IMAX spectacle to date, though even without spoilers, this one might be too big for its own good. Our own Rosie Fletcher describes it as Nolan’s long-whispered about James Bond movie meets Doctor Who…

The New Mutants

Now playing in the U.S. (September 4 UK)

Josh Boone’s journey into the X-Men universe has been pushed back so many times it almost feels like a mythical lost movie. So when it finally arrives in UK cinemas on Sept. 4 (it landed in the U.S. at the end of August) it might feel like a bizarre flashback to another era – namely that of 2017 when the main shoot took place. 

Maisie Williams, Anya Taylor-Joy, Charlie Heaton, Blu Hunt, and Henry Zaga star as five young mutants held in a sinister facility against their will. It’s been positioned as an action horror which in theory sounds pretty cool, though what the final cut will look like is anyone’s guess.

Mulan

September 4 (Disney+ with premium)

One day after Tenet makes its U.S. debut, Disney, and more specifically Disney+, offers a starkly different vision for the future of cinema with Mulan. Whereas Tenet will attempt to jumpstart moviegoing, Disney has pushed one of their biggest 2020 blockbusters exclusively to streaming in all markets featuring Disney+, including the U.S. and UK. That means if you want to see Niki Caro’s anticipated reimagining of the 1998 animated Disney movie, you are going to have to pay $30 on top of your Disney+ subscription to get a load of this bad boy on a new PVOD model.

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I’m Thinking of Ending Things

September 4 (Netflix)

Charlie Kaufman does horror? Well, uh, maybe?! For his first Netflix original production, the idiosyncratic writer-director behind Synecdoche, New York, and the Being John Malkovich screenplay is adapting Iain Reid’s thriller novel, I’m Thinking of Ending Things. But Kaufman is expected to come at it from his singularly off-center perspective.

With a somber setup about a young woman (played by Wild Rose’s talented Jessie Buckley) going to meet the parents of her boyfriend (Jesse Plemons), the movie is actually about an unhappy lover planning to terminate her relationship. Yet when she meets Mom and Dad (Toni Collette and David Thewlis), things are going to get weirder, if not necessarily better for the relationship…

The Roads Not Taken

September 11 (UK)

Sally Potter’s wistful drama was nominated for the Golden Bear at the Berlin Film Festival earlier in the year before the world went into lockdown. It follows Leo (Javier Bardem), a man with dementia, as he imagines different paths in life he might have taken, while his daughter Mollie tries to help him keep various appointments and struggles with decisions about her own future. A very personal study of mental illness, grief, and regret.

The Devil All the Time

September 16 (Netflix)

Southern fried noir might be the creepiest noir. With its rural and sunny backdrops, and a smiling Christian face, its pleasantries belie an evil heart. And Tom Holland of all people will be driving right to the dark center of it in The Devil All the Time, a new thriller by writer-director Antonio Campos. 

Ready to bow on Netflix this month, the all-star cast, which also includes Bill Skarsgård, Riley Keough, Sebastian Stan, and Robert Pattinson, as a fire and brimstone preacher no less, The Devil All the Time reimagines post-WWII Tennessee backwoods as a hotbed of corruption, hypocrisy, and murder. Sounds about right.

Antebellum

September 18 (U.S. Only)

Co-writers and directors Gerard Bush and Christopher Renz appear to have cracked the code in making one of fiction’s favorite fantasies terrifying. You know the type: From Mark Twain’s A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court to Midnight in Paris, some congenial fellow travels back to a point in history he loves and has an all-around splendid time. Now imagine that same scenario except the protagonist is a Black woman. And she’s sent to the Antebellum South on the eve of the Civil War. Scared yet?

It’s a disturbing premise that aims to put Antebellum in the same wheelhouse as recent horror movies that have tackled American racism head on, including Jordan Peele’s Get Out and Us. The movie stars the ever compelling Janelle Monáe as a 21st century author trapped inside a 19th century nightmare, and it’s one of the most intriguing setups of the year. It also will be available on VOD and in select theaters.

The King’s Man

September 18 (September 16 in the UK)

Kingsman: The Secret Service was one of the nicer surprises of 2015. A better Bond movie than that year’s Bond film, this Matthew Vaughn directed and Jane Goldman co-written spy adventure was both a satire and loving homage to 007 movies of the 1960s and ‘70s, with excessive swagger and style to boot. Unfortunately, Kingsman: The Golden Circle (2017) didn’t live up to its predecessor. It did, however, make enough money to spawn a prequel. Which brings us to The King’s Man.

As Disney/20th Century Studios’ latest release, this movie sees Vaughn return to the director’s chair as he travels back in time to World War I and the origins of the Kingsman secret service. With the same daffy style but now in period garb (it worked for Vaughn in X-Men: First Class), the prequel hopes to recapture the charm of the original. It certainly has a winning cast that includes Ralph Fiennes, Daniel Bruhl, Djimon Hounsou, and Gemma Arterton.

Kajillionaire

September 18 (October 9 in the UK)

One of the happy discoveries out of this year’s Sundance Film Festival, Focus Features’ Kajillionaire is a movie we’ve had our eye on for a while. The picture is writer-director Miranda July’s pleasant vision of criminality and heists being the stuff of family team-building. Take Evan Rachel Wood as Old Dolio. She’s an adult daughter whose depression has forced her to live at home with her small time crook parents. But Mom and Pop (Debra Winger and Richard Jenkins) have a plan; they’ll incorporate their daughter in the next heist and bring her out of her funk. It’s a charming premise that won over almost every critic who saw it back in January.

The Nest

September 18 (U.S. Only)

Another apparent highlight out of Sundance this year, Sean Durkin’s The Nest presents itself as a foreboding drama. As the follow-up feature from the director of Martha Marcy May Marlene, the film intends to be an unsettling account of a wealthy marriage descending into Gaslight levels of manipulation. With Jude Law as the rich patriarch and Carrie Coon as his quietly suffering wife, a sudden move to the country reveals dark dimensions to their relationship and the brittleness of domesticity. If the buzz is to be believed, the wound up WASPy tension in this could strangle an elephant.

Enola Holmes

September 23 (Netflix)

Did you know Sherlock Holmes had a little sister? You’re about to thanks to some strong synergetic mojo going on at Netflix with Enola Holmes, a new mystery/adventure that stars The Witcher’s Henry Cavill as Sherlock, The Crown’s Helena Bonham Carter as Mrs. Holmes, and Stranger Things’ Millie Bobby Brown as the eponymous Enola. That’s right, Eleven’s going to use her own English accent and play Sherlock’s kid sister. 

Often kept in her famous brother’s shadow, it is up to Enola to do him one better when she sets off to find their mysteriously vanished mother. In the process, she proves she’s a super-sleuth in her own right and brings to light a deadly conspiracy. The game’s afoot!

Misbehaviour

September 25 (Open in the UK)

A crowd-pleaser that debuted earlier in the year in the UK, Misbehaviour has all the markers of a charming dramedy with real world ramifications. In fact, it’s set during the events of the Miss World competition in 1970, a televised beauty pageant in London that was then the most-watched event on the planet. In this context, the Women’s Liberation Movement reached international acclaim by disrupting the proceedings, and a Woman of Color from Grenada became a contender for the Miss World title.

Director Philippa Lowthorpe (The Crown) reportedly explores these events to winning results with an ensemble of players that Keira Knightley and Jessie Buckley as lead activists, Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Jennifer Hosten (aka Miss Grenada), and Greg Kinnear at his greasiest as an aging Bob Hope.

Greenland

September 25 (U.S. Only)

Imagine this: A comet that is supposed to gently pass Earth by was misjudged by the science community, and instead a cataclysmic extinction level event occurs with comet fragments destroying parts of the world one action scene at a time! Yeah, in 2020 that sounds about right. It’s also the plot of Greenland, a new high-concept survivalist action movie starring Gerard Butler as a family man who, realizing Florida is gone and his home state is next, tries to save his wife (Morena Baccarin) and child by getting his family to the last place that may be spared: military bunkers in Greenland!

And you thought U.S. leadership was being ridiculous when it tried to buy the country a few years ago…

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[OSCAR 2018] Apostas & Palpites

Hoje é a grande noite do cinema mundial, e não só isso, a grande premiação começa a comemorar seus longos 90 anos né? As coisas vem mudado desde a primeira noite até aqui, mas ainda tem muita água pra rolar, protestos pra acontecer e olhares para se mudar. Mas o assunto não é este desta postagem e sim nossas apostas para a grande noite! Quem é seu favorito as categorias da premiação? Já escolheu? Assistiram todos os filmes? Então vem conferir nossas apostas e palpites (quem sabe acertaremos né?)

Melhor Trilha Sonora Original

Dunkirk - Hans Zimmer Trama Fantasma - Jonny Greenwood A Forma da Água - Alexandre Desplat Star Wars - Os Últimos Jedi - John Williams (SAMUEL) Três Anúncios Para um Crime - Carter Burwell

Melhor Montagem

Em Ritmo de Fuga Dunkirk (SAMUEL) Eu, Tonya (PAULLO) A Forma da Água Três Anúncios Para um Crime

Melhor Design de Produção

A Bela e a Fera Blade Runner 2049 O Destino de Uma Nação Dunkirk (PAULLO) A Forma da Água

Melhores Efeitos Visuais

Blade Runner 2049 (SAMUEL) Guardiões da Galáxia Vol.2 Kong - A Ilha da Caveira Star Wars - Os Últimos Jedi Planeta dos Macacos - A Guerra (PAULLO)

Melhor Edição de Som

Em Ritmo de Fuga Blade Runner 2049 Dunkirk A Forma da Água Star Wars - Os Últimos Jedi (PAULLO)

Melhor Mixagem de Som

Em Ritmo de Fuga (SAMUEL) Blade Runner 2049 Dunkirk A Forma da Água Star Wars - Os Últimos Jedi (PAULLO)

Melhor Maquiagem e Cabelo

O Destino de Uma Nação Extraordinário (PAULLO) Victoria e Abdul - o Confidente da Rainha

Melhor Figurino

A Bela e a Fera (PAULLO) O Destino de Uma Nação Trama Fantasma A Forma da Água Victoria e Abdul - o Confidente da Rainha

Melhor Fotografia

Blade Runner 2049 - Roger Deakins (PAULLO) O Destino de Uma Nação - Bruno Delbonnel Mudbound – Lágrimas sobre o Mississipi - Rachel Morrison Dunkirk - Hoyte van Hoytema (SAMUEL) A Forma da Água - Dan Laustsen

Melhor Canção Original

"Remember Me" - Viva - A Vida é uma Festa - Kristen Anderson-Lopez e Robert Lopez "This is Me" - O Rei do Show - Benj Pasek e Justin Paul "Mighty River" - Mudbound – Lágrimas sobre o Mississipi - Mary J. Blige, Raphael Saadiq e Taura Stinson (PAULLO) "Mystery of Love" - Me Chame Pelo Seu Nome - Sufjan Stevens "Stand Up for Something" - Marshall - Diane Warren e Lonnie R. Lynn

Melhor Curta em Animação

Dear Basketball - Glen Keane e Kobe Bryant Garden Party - Victor Caire e Gabriel Grapperon Lou - Dave Mullins e Dana Murray (PAULLO) Negative Space - Max Porter e Ru Kuwahata Revolting Rhymes - Jakob Schuh e Jan Lachauer

Melhor Curta-Metragem

DeKalb Elementary The Eleven O’Clock My Nephew Emmett The Silent Child Watu Wote/All of Us (PAULLO)

Melhor Filme Estrangeiro

Uma Mulher Fantástica (Chile) O Insulto (Líbano) (SAMUEL) Sem Amor (Rússia) The Square - A Arte da Discórdia (Suécia) Corpo e Alma (Hungria)

Melhor Documentário em Longa-Metragem

Abacus: Pequeno o Bastante Para Condenar Visages villages Ícaro Últimos Homens em Aleppo (PAULLO) Strong Island

Melhor Documentário em Curta-Metragem

Edith+Eddie Heaven is a Traffic Jam on the 405 Heroin(e) Kayayo: The Living Shopping Baskets (PAULLO) Knife Skills Traffic Stop

Melhor Animação

O Poderoso Chefinho Viva - A Vida é uma Festa O Touro Ferdinando Com Amor, Van Gogh (SAMUEL E PAULLO) The Breadwinner

Melhor Roteiro Adaptado

Artista do Desastre Me Chame Pelo Seu Nome Logan (SAMUEL E PAULLO) A Grande Jogada Mudbound – Lágrimas sobre o Mississipi

Melhor Roteiro Original

Doentes de Amor Corra! (SAMUEL) Lady Bird - A Hora de Voar (PAULLO) A Forma da Água Três Anúncios Para um Crime 

Melhor Atriz Coadjuvante

Mary J. Blige - Mudbound – Lágrimas sobre o Mississipi Allison Janney - Eu, Tonya (SAMUEL E PAULLO) Laurie Metcalf - Lady Bird - A Hora de Voar Octavia Spencer - A Forma da Água Lesley Manville - Trama Fantasma

Melhor Ator Coadjuvante

Willem Dafoe - Projeto Flórida (SAMUEL)  Woody Harrelson - Três Anúncios Para um Crime Richard Jenkins - A Forma da Água Christopher Plummer - Todo o Dinheiro do Mundo Sam Rockwell - Três Anúncios Para um Crime (PAULLO)

Melhor Ator

Timotheé Chalamet - Me Chame Pelo Seu Nome (PAULLO) Daniel Day Lewis - Trama Fantasma Daniel Kaluuya - Corra! Gary Oldman - O Destino de Uma Nação Denzel Washington - Roman J. Israel, Esq. (SAMUEL)

Melhor Atriz

Sally Hawkins - A Forma da Água Frances McDormand - Três Anúncios Para um Crime (SAMUEL E PAULLO) Margot Robbie - Eu, Tonya Saoirse Ronan - Lady Bird - A Hora de Voar Meryl Streep - The Post - A Guerra Secreta

Melhor Direção

Dunkirk - Christopher Nolan (SAMUEL) Corra! - Jordan Peele Lady Bird - A Hora de Voar - Greta Gerwig (PAULLO) Trama Fantasma - Paul Thomas Anderson A Forma da Água - Guillermo del Toro

Melhor Filme

Me Chame Pelo Seu Nome O Destino de Uma Nação Dunkirk (SAMUEL) Corra! Lady Bird - A Hora de Voar Trama Fantasma The Post - A Guerra Secreta A Forma da Água Três Anúncios Para um Crime (PAULLO)

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