#Amy Robbins

[nerds-yearbook]

In 1893, H.G. Wells was showing off his Time Machine that he had constructed to a small group of select friends. What he didn’t realize was that one of the friends was actually Jack the Ripper. When the police came close to capturing the murderer, the killer used Wells’ machine to escape to 1979.(Time After Time, Flm)

[damelucyjo]

Been watching The Royal (started it for Anna, but nostalgia made me go back and watch it all again. Had to do something whilst I wait for ACGAS to start again) and I forgot how much I love Jill & Gordon.

It could be because I'm an absolute sucker for couples who are played by people that are married in real life... who knows!

[ultrameganicolaokay]

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[andicareaboutyou]

[moviehealthcommunity]

Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny (2006)

This is a Movie Health Community evaluation. It is intended to inform people of potential health hazards in movies and does not reflect the quality of the film itself. The information presented here has not been reviewed by any medical professionals.

Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny has strobe lights flashing immediately at the end of a song that takes place in a dream. There are alarm lights and bright police strobe lights in a heist scene starting when loud noises are made. Several scenes have multicolored patterned lights that fade in and out instead of strobing.

All of the camera motion in this film is either stationary or very smooth.

Flashing Lights: 6/10. Motion Sickness: 0/10.

TRIGGER WARNING: A child is punished physically in one of the opening scenes. There are some brief story-related lyrics that allude to rape late in the film.

NOTE: Our evaluations of Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny and Ruby Gillman, Teenage Kraken are now available on our Patreon page at Patreon.com/MovieHealth, and will both be available on this page on Tuesday, July 4  

Image ID: A promotional poster for Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny

[whatamigonnawatchtoday]

Tenacious D in The Pick of Destiny

2006. Musical Fantasy Comedy

By Liam Lynch

Starring: Jack Black, Kyle Gass, Troy Gentile, Ronnie James Dio, Dave Grohl, Meat Loaf, JR Reed, Ben Stiller, Paul F. Tompkins, Tim Robbins, John C. Reilly, Cynthia Ettinger, Andrew Caldwell, Amy Pohler...

Country: United States

Language: English

[atakeflight]

secondary muses 001.

[olivierdemangeon]

WAR OF THE WORLDS (2005) ★★★★☆

WAR OF THE WORLDS (2005) ★★★★☆

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

heyyy, so i have a request cause i really love your amelia storys. So could you do a amelia one, where the reader is pregnant and amelia is scared to have sex. The reader goes to her best friend (maybe arizona or christina) for advise. Than the friend and the reader go to a sex shop and buy the readers first dildo. Later amelia finds the reader using the toy and the talk about amelia being scared to have sex while the reader is pregnant. And well smut at the end.

Xoxo

Can do! Hope you enjoy. :)

Playing It Safe

Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, NSFW, sex, fingering, oral, masturbation, toy usage, sex shop, squirting, language around genitalia, some explicit language, previous Amelia trauma, pregnancy times, established relationship (let me know if I've missed anything!) Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: You're needier than ever during your second trimester, but Amelia has some pregnancy trauma that's getting in the way. Thankfully, you've got people who are willing to help you get what you need.

“Amy,” you prompted as she circled your clit with her tongue. You gently pulled her head up, and she looked up at you expectantly with those beautiful, blue eyes. “I love your mouth, but I need you inside me.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t know, babe.” She crossed her arms and rested her chin on your protruding stomach. “It doesn’t feel safe.”

You rolled your eyes. “Amelia, come on. We’ve been over this. Pregnancy sex is perfectly safe. If straight people do it, we can do it.”

“It just…” she stuttered, flopping onto the bed next to you. You sighed, your body drifting down, down from where it had tensed up. You weren’t going to get what you needed. Not today. “It makes me nervous.” She shrugged, and you cupped her face as she lay next to you. How could someone so smart be so stupid.

“You’re a doctor. You should know this. I know this.” Amelia never treated you differently because you were a nurse. You had a different skill set, that was all. But at a time like this, you didn’t mind emphasizing that, of the two of you, Amelia should absolutely be the more educated about pregnancy and safe sex.

Amelia was quiet for a while, looking down and avoiding your eyes. “I keep thinking about Christopher.”

Shit, you thought. It’s not that you’d forgotten about Amelia’s first child, the one who’d died in her arms mere minutes after he was born. Christopher was a part of her. But you sometimes forgot that the hopes and fears that surrounded your pregnancy were different for Amelia than they were for you. Amelia had experience. Not only that, she had trauma. Heart-wrenching, horrible trauma that she’d carry with her the rest of her life, even as she also got to carry and treasure this new child. It wasn’t fair to expect Amelia to be completely rational when it came to pregnancy safety.

You ran your thumb along her cheekbone, your voice soft. “Hey. That’s not gonna happen again. Our baby is perfectly healthy.”

“I just don’t want to take any risks,” Amelia whispered.

“Okay,” you sighed. “Okay. Whatever you need.”

Amelia started moving her hand down your body. “I mean, I can still…”

“It’s fine, Amy,” you said, hoisting yourself out of bed and kissing her on the forehead. “I gotta go to work anyway.”

You felt bad for your patients that night at Grey-Sloan. It wasn’t their fault you were sexually frustrated. You slumped into a rolling chair at the nurse’s station, groaning, and laid your head on the desk.

“Wow.”

You looked up and smiled wryly. It was Arizona–Dr. Robbins, as her patients would call her. For a little while, you and her had been the only out lesbians on the peds floor, so you’d become fast friends. Never dated–you weren’t each other’s type–but you were excellent wingwomen for one another. In fact, it was Arizona who had set you up with Amelia.

She leaned over conspiratorially, so that the people around you wouldn’t overhear your conversation. “That’s a sad lesbian sigh if I’ve ever heard one.”

You shrugged.

“What’s going on?” she prompted. “Trouble in paradise?”

You leaned closer, trying to keep your voice low. “She won’t sleep with me.”

Arizona looked genuinely shocked. “Like, at all!?”

“I mean, she won’t go inside me.”

You had never seen Arizona look more confused. “...Why?”

“She’s afraid it’ll hurt the baby.”

Arizona sat down next to you, rolling close to continue the conversation. “There’s no fucking way she really believes that. She’s a surgeon.”

“I don’t think she really does. She’s just…” You sighed and groaned. “She’s got some trauma.”

Arizona shrugged and mumbled. “I mean, if you really need to, you could just use the strap on yourself.”

You blushed. “We don’t use a strap.”

“Ever?!”

“I don’t know… it just hasn’t come up, I guess.”

She seemed to think deeply about this. “Well, do you have a vibrator or a dildo or anything?”

“No,” you answered quietly, your face getting redder by the minute.

Arizona looked at you like you were an infant, smiling, like you were something cute and tiny. “Aw, you’re just a baby.”

“Shut up. Just because I’m younger than you doesn’t make me a baby.”

“No, you’re right,” she nodded, smirking. “Not owning any sex toys makes you a baby.”

You rolled your eyes.

“What time are you off today?” she said, glancing at her watch.

“7:00,” you answered.

“Me too! It’s a date then.”

“Wait, what?” She’d lost you somewhere along the way.

Arizona squeezed your shoulder. “We’re gonna find you something to put inside yourself.”

You’d never felt more out of your element in your life than you did standing in front of a wall of fake penises with Arizona.

She smiled at your horrified face.

“Little much?” she asked.

You nodded. “I don’t know, Arizona. These all seem way too… real.” You eyed a particularly girthy, veiny dildo and grimaced.

Arizona leaned on your shoulder. “They’re better when they’re attached to boobs,” she admitted. “Here, come here.”

She led you to another aisle where the toys were similar in shape, but much less realistic looking. They were almost futuristic. Sleeker, smaller, more your speed. But there were so many of them.

“I’m feeling overwhelmed,” you told her, staring at all the options.

“You want my advice?” she asked.

You shrugged and nodded.

She pulled a toy down and handed it to you. It was blue and small and bent and there were buttons. You felt like you were in Star Trek. “I’d start with this*,” she explained. “It’s relatively small. It bends, so it can mimic the feeling of fingers.” She looked pointedly at you. “Since that’s what you’re used to.”

You nodded, looking at it. “Yeah, okay. I’ll try it anyway. I just…” You sighed. “It’s not as good, is it?”

“As a partner?!” Arizona shook her head. “But it’ll do the job.”

An hour later, you were sitting in bed, the package opened in front of you, reading the little instruction manual. Sixteen settings. An app!? You just weren’t sure about it. And you felt a little bad for even wanting to use it. You knew you weren’t cheating on Amelia by masturbating. You both did it, you both knew you both did it. You worked long hours, sometimes things just didn’t line up. But this felt different somehow. Illicit.

But, god, you needed it. You’d needed it since last night. Since last week, even, when you’d started to show and Amelia had started treating you like you were made of glass.

You took a deep breath and leaned back against the pillows you’d stacked against the headboard, trying to think sexy thoughts. Amelia thoughts. You thought of her body against yours, the taste of her, her curves you loved to trace.

Your breath started to grow rhythmic, ragged, and you circled your fingers gently over your clit. After a few minutes, your arousal started to pool, and you spread it around, taking a deep breath and grabbing the toy. You looked at it suspiciously, as if it was an alien. It wasn’t Amelia. It didn’t look like Amelia. But, then maybe, like Arizona had said, it would get the job done.

You pressed one of the buttons, choosing a vibration pattern at random, and slowly slid the toy inside of you. You moaned at how good it felt to have something inside you, to once again feel something pressed against your fluttering walls. And while, no, it didn’t feel as good as Amelia’s fingers would, it was new and exciting to be able to control everything, all of it, the whole experience. The speed, the depth, the direction, to cater to your every want and move because it was you on both sides.

You continued stroking your clit as you thrust the toy in and out of you, shaking around it. God, you’d needed this.

When Amelia burst into the bedroom, still in her scrubs, you froze, face beet red, hands between your legs. She wasn't supposed to be home. Not this early.

She stared at you in shock, and neither of you spoke for a moment.

“What are you doing!?” she said, sounding somewhere between sad and angry. It was pretty clear exactly what you were doing.

“Amy, I–”

She shook her head in frustration, sitting on the edge of the bed. You tossed the toy aside and covered yourself with the sheets, feeling more self-conscious than you ever had around her.

You felt like crying. All you’d been trying to do was meet your own needs, so that Amelia wouldn’t have to. You didn’t want to make her any more anxious than she already was, but it seemed like you’d done just that.

She looked in your direction, but not in your eyes, and you saw that hers were full of tears.

“Amy…” you breathed, moving toward her.

“I’m sorry,” she said, wiping tears from underneath her eyelids. “I know it’s safe. In my head, I know it, but I’m just–” She sucked in a shuddering breath. “I’m so scared, all the time. And I know you need me, and I’m just–I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” you said, drawing close and wiping a tear from her cheek. “It’s okay. I’m sorry. I should have been better about telling you what I needed and, well, what I was doing to get it.”

She breathed deeply, seeming to calm down a bit, as she looked you over.

“Did you finish?” she asked, smiling slightly.

“What?”

“Just now. Did you finish?”

“Uh… no. No, but that’s oka–”

Amelia’s lips crashed into yours, hot and salty from her tears, and you pulled away a bit, surprised.

“Amy, it’s okay,” you assured her, holding her face in your hands. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” she said, her voice rough with lust and emotion. “I’m so tired of being scared.”

You looked into her eyes as she pushed you down on your back. They were lustful, determined, and just a little bit sorry. You brushed a strand of her hair behind her ear, running a thumb along her brow bone.

“Everything’s gonna be okay, honey,” you told her, quietly. “The baby’s safe and healthy.”

“I know,” she said, pressing her lips to yours and slipping her tongue into your mouth, her hands squeezing your hips. 

And she didn’t look away. She kept her eyes–so beautiful, so brave–on yours as she pressed her fingers inside of you. You gasped, arching your back into her, so happy, so relieved to have her inside you again. The toy was just that–a toy, a tool. Amelia was a goddess.

Amelia whined, too, planting sloppy kisses all over your neck, your collarbone, your chest. “I missed this,” Amelia huffed, high on the way your body pulsed around her, tight and desperate and already so close to the edge. “I missed you.” Her breath was hot on your skin, her lips red and puffy from colliding with yours so furiously.

You felt yourself barrelling toward the cliff of an orgasm and grabbed her arms for dear life. “Amy,” you moaned. “Amy, I’m gonna–”

She grinned as you fell apart, quaking and throbbing around her, your hips thrusting, back arching. But, then–something neither of you had expected or experienced before–a tiny stream of fluid, flooding out of your body. You cried out, coming harder than you’d ever come in your life, way too far gone, too lost in your orgasm, to think about what the hell was going on down there.

When you finally came down, Amelia stared at you, gaping–her face a mixture of shock, self-satisfaction, and pure, dumb happiness.

“Holy shit,” she said, biting her lip and bouncing a little.

You propped yourself up, alarmed at how wet the bed was. “Did I–”

“Yeah,” Amelia laughed, running her hands through her hair. “You sure did, baby. Holy shit.”

You stared at the wet spot. That had never happened before. You weren’t sure you liked it.

“Jesus,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed. “I–”

Amelia crashed her mouth into yours, wrapping her arms around your neck.

“Never,” she said, pulling away breathlessly, “let me say I’m too afraid to fuck you again. Never.”

“It’s okay if you are,” you assured her, running your hands up and down her back.

“Nope,” she argued, shaking her head. “If that’s on the table, trauma can suck it.”

You laughed and kissed her again, happy to have her body close to yours–with no inhibitions–once more.

*This is the toy, in case you’re wondering. 😉

[theambitiouswoman]

hiya, please can we also have ted talk recommendations like your book recs post? :) for the categories you mentioned ♡ thank you

Here you go angel ♡

Business:

The Single Biggest Reason Why Startups Succeed - Bill Gross

The Surprising Habits of Original Thinkers - Adam Grant

The Art of Stress-Free Productivity - David Allen

How to Pitch to a VC - David S. Rose

The Future of Money - Neha Narula

Personal Development:

The Art of Being Yourself - Caroline McHugh

Grit: The Power of Passion and Perseverance - Angela Lee Duckworth

The Power of Believing That You Can Improve - Carol Dweck

How to Stop Screwing Yourself Over - Mel Robbins

Try Something New for 30 Days - Matt Cutts

Mental Health:

The Gift and Power of Emotional Courage - Susan David

Why We All Need to Practice Emotional First Aid - Guy Winch

Depression, the Secret We Share - Andrew Solomon

All it Takes is 10 Mindful Minutes - Andy Puddicombe

The Art of Stillness - Pico Iyer

Relationships:

The Secret to Desire in a Long-Term Relationship - Esther Perel

The Power of Vulnerability in Relationships - Tracy McMillan

Rethinking Infidelity... a Talk for Anyone Who Has Ever Loved - Esther Perel

The Mathematics of Love - Hannah Fry

The Hidden Influence of Social Networks - Nicholas Christakis

Success:

The Happy Secret to Better Work - Shawn Achor

Embrace the Near Win - Sarah Lewis

Why We Do What We Do - Tony Robbins

Keep Your Goals to Yourself - Derek Sivers

Why You Will Fail to Have a Great Career - Larry Smith

Goals:

The Power of Setting Goals - John Doerr

The Puzzle of Motivation - Dan Pink

Smash Fear, Learn Anything - Tim Ferriss

Why We Do What We Do - Tony Robbins

The Skill of Self-Confidence - Dr. Ivan Joseph

Self Love:

The Art of Being Yourself - Caroline McHugh

The Power of Vulnerability - Brené Brown

Your Elusive Creative Genius - Elizabeth Gilbert

The Psychology of Your Future Self - Dan Gilbert

The Surprising Science of Happiness - Dan Gilbert

Confidence:

Your Body Language May Shape Who You Are - Amy Cuddy

The Art of Self-Confidence - Dr. Ivan Joseph

Dare to Lead - Brené Brown

The Hidden Influence of Social Networks - Nicholas Christakis

The Confidence Gap - Katty Kay and Claire Shipman

Health & Wellness:

The Brain-Changing Benefits of Exercise - Wendy Suzuki

How to Make Stress Your Friend - Kelly McGonigal

The Science of Cells That Never Get Old - Elizabeth Blackburn

Why Dieting Doesn't Usually Work - Sandra Aamodt

The Art of Stillness - Pico Iyer

[genz420]

What kind of Music do they Listen to 🎵 🎧

Masterlist | Rules

Content: Headcanons

Warning: None

Pairing(s): None

Character(s): Percy, Jason, Frank, Leo, Nico, Annabeth, Piper

Percy Jackson

Let’s be realistic here 

Percy is a kid from New York

I know nothing about New York expect it was stolen from my ancestors and that it had some crazy shit happening in the 70s  

And whatever was in Hamilton 

I feel like Percy would listen to a mix of rap and mainstream music 

He would listen to Kendrick Lamar, Lil Mabu, Eminem, Kanye (I know he’s a weird and bad guy), and Tyler, the Cartor

He thinks he can rap

He can not 

But will try for anyone who lets him

Jason Grace

2000s white girl songs

Rihanna, Fergie, Kesha, you know the classics 

Who doesn’t love that genre of white girl music 

It happy and classic

But also a huge fan of the Fleet Foxes

And that of course means he loves father john misty and Lana Del rey

Frank Zhang 

I just know Frank listens to Canadian artists 

Like everything from Nickelback to The Tragically Hip

But also bands like Mother Mother

And the Weekend 

And Drake 

And Justin Bieber

But his music taste isn’t limited to Canadian classics 

He loves ambiance music/Brown noise 

Sometimes, he just wants to listen to nothing but something 

Leo Valdez

Country 

Not like “I hate my wife” Country 

Let’s not forget Leo is from Taxes

He obviously loves the classic like Marty Robbins

But I see him listening to Zach Bryne, Dolly Parton, and Carrie Underwood

You can’t convenience me that he doesn’t love the song “Before He Cheats” 

That shit was blasting when Argo II was being built

He gets into the music 

Like screams it while it plays

Doesn’t matter if he is with other people 

I also get the vibe he would listen to some Spanish artists 

Like oldies.  Stuff his grandfather and mother would have listened to 

Because the people you grow up with influence your music 

Artist like: Chavela Vargas, Jeanette, and Eydi Gormé

Nico Di Angelo

Old man Nico would listen to Italian music 

But as he gets older I see him listening to artists like Radiohead or The Smiths 

Because he is a bit of a sad boy 

Maybe even some more modern Italian musicians like Fiordaliso or 

Would also get into Ska Music 

Specially 2 tone Ska

I see him liking The Specials, Prince Buster, and Madness

He would also love Amy Winehouse 

Annabeth Chase

Movie/TV soundtracks 

Loves the song where it’s all instrumental 

I think she would be a huge fan of Bear McCreary, Ramin Djawadi, and Hans Zimmer

She wouldn’t even watch the show the songs are in 

She just enjoys the sound of music

When she does eventually watch movies, you know the Prince of Egypt soundtrack took her out 

Piper Mclean

I think she would be a HUGE Dido, Kate Bush, Cranberries fan

Would also be the type to have their music influenced by Tiktok 

Nothing wrong with that

It happens to me 

The top song is Grafton Street by Dido

Loves Fleetwood Mac

And Florance & the Mechian

[nerds-yearbook]

Jack the Ripper escaped the past in a time machine built by H.G. Wells and ended up trapped in 1979. Wells followed the murderer from the past and a game of cat and mouse began in the future world… at least to them. (Time After Time, Flm)

[damelucyjo]

She's so pretty 😍🥰

Honestly, If she were my GP I'd be in seeing her all the time!! 😏😏

[buchimgay]

@vakarians-babe tagged me a whileeee ago for this oopsie. rules: shuffle your On Repeat playlist, list the first 10 songs that play, and tag 10 people. 

in lieu of flowers (aaron west and the roaring twenties)

OMG (suki waterhouse)

leave in five (the maine)

in the valley (marty robbins)

amy (the orwells)

neon pill (cage the elephant)

gloomtown brats (i don't know how but they found me)

coloring (stricly platonic)

caesar on a TV screen (the last dinner party)

nothing to declare (MGMT)

tagging @isayashai @captaintiny @galaxywhale @star--nymph @captastra @vvakarians @murderspice @mournholdmushroom @queen-of-troy @glamfellens

[skaruresonic]

God forbid SoA catches wind of the fact that Amy likes soft-serve ice cream, next thing you know, she'll be opening a Baskin Robbins and everyone will be tweeting yass queen slay. #girlboss #actuallyadhd

[bearfoottruck]

If anyone's looking for a great book to read/movie to watch, check out Time After Time from 1979. Written by Karl Alexander (novel) and directed by Nicholas Meyer (film), it stars Malcolm McDowell as H.G. Wells, who has invented a time machine. Unfortunately for him, his close friend Dr. John Leslie Stevenson (David Warner) is really Jack the Ripper and steals the machine, so Wells pursues him to 1979 San Francisco and must not only bring him to justice, but try to get by in a future he could never have imagined. Also starring Mary Steenburgen as Amy Robbins, the film is largely faithful to the book, barring some extremely minor changes. TRIVIA: Supposedly, the movie inspired the Cyndi Lauper song of the same name.

MORE TRIVIA: The club used in the disco scene is the famous Trocadero Transfer, now known as The Grand.