#Dave Rawson

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Ships I Write For:

- Marvel

FitzSimmons

The Scientists and the Spies (Leopold Fitz/Jemma Simmons/Clint Barton/Natasha Romanoff)

Lance Hunter/Leopold Fitz

Huntingbird

Clintasha

Hulkeye

StaticQuake

Daisy Johnson/Piper

Daisy Johnson/Piper/Lincoln Campbell

Melinda May/Phil Coulson

Mack Mackenzis/Elena "Yo-Yo" Rodriguez

Foggy Nelson/Matt Murdock

Wilson Fisk/James Wesley

Luke Cage/Danny Rand

Danny Rand/Spiderman (Ultimate Spiderman only)

IronHawk

Technobow

Stony

Cherik

Armando Muñoz/Alex Summer

Nightsilver

Scott/Jean

Danielle Moonstar/Rayne Sinclair/Illyana Rasputin/Sam Guthrie/Roberto de Costa

Raven/Hank

Wandavision

Peter/Ned/MJ

Carol Danvers/Maria

Symbrock

Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson

Loki/Mobius

Kate Bishop/Yelena Belova

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- DC

Birdflash

Malcolm West | Herald/Joey Wilson | Jericho (Teen Titans only)

Rachel Roth | Raven/Garfield Logan | Beast Boy

Coldflash

Superflarrow

Vibeflash

Atomwave

Coldatom

Flashatom

Coldwaveatomflash

Goldenvibe

Toliver

Hawkmates

Killerwave

Winnara

Scholsen

Atomblazer

Coldatomwave

Atomfrostwave

Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle

Harley Quinn/Poison Ivy

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- NCIS

Tony DiNozzo/Jimmy Palmer

Tony DiNozzo/Nick Torres/Jimmy Palmer

Nick Torres/Jimmy Palmer

Sam Hanna/G Callen

G Callen/Eric Beale

Kensi Blye/Marty Deeks

Poly!Agents (Callen/Sam/Kensi/Deeks/Eric/Nell)

Nell/Nate

Tim/Abby/Delilah

Bishop/Kasie

Gibbs/Jack Sloan

Sam/Michelle

Jessai (Jesse Boone/Kai Holman)

Pride/Chris/Sebastian

Lucy/Kate

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- Criminal Minds

Hotch/Hailey

Tara/Emily

Jemily

MoReid

Micphet (Prophet/Mick Rawson)

Sam Cooper/Prophet/Mick Rawson

JJ/Will

Luke/Penelope

Rossi/Erin

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- Harry Potter

Wolfstar

Jegulus

Jeguiliy

Jacob Kowalski/Newt Scamander

Fred Weasley/Harry Potter/George Weasley

Ron Weasley/Harry Potter

Hermione Granger/Harry Potter

Hermione/Ron/Harry

Harry/Luna

Luna/Ginny

Ginny/Harry

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- Maze Runner

Newtmas

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- Doctor Who

Rose/Nine

Martha/Ten

Clara/Eleven

Rose/Nine/Jack Harkness

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- Supernatural

Destiel

Sabriel

Crowly/Bobby

Bobby/Balthazar

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- Star Wars

Skysolo

Stormpilot

Jedistormpilot

Obi-Wan/Anakin

Obi-Wan/Anakin/Padme

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- Star Trek

Chulu

McSpirk

Spirk

McKirk

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- Merlin

Merther

Morgana/Gwen

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- Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children

Hollowheart

Floatingfire

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- Lord of the Rings/Hobbit

Aralas

Frodo Baggins/Samwise Gamgee

Meriadoc Brandybuck/Peregrin Took

Frodo/Samwise/Merry/Pippin

Bagginshield

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- Dark Matter

OneThree

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- Power Rangers (full list in the pr blog)

Jake Holling/Noah Carver

Brody Romero/Preston Tien

Hayley Foster/Calvin Maxwell

Tyler Navarro/Riley Griffen

Jayden Shiba/Antonio Garcia

Mike/Kevin

Devon Daniels/Ravi Shaw/Zoey Reeves/Nate Silva

Devon Daniels/Nate Silva

Casey Rhodes/RJ

Vida Rocca/Xander Blye/Chip Thorn

Nick Russell/Chip Thorn

Jack Landors/Syd Drew/Sky Tate/Z Delgado/Bridge Carson

Jack Landors/Bridge Carson

Will Aston/Mackenzie Hartford

Ronny Robinson/Rose Ortiz

Scott Truman/Summer Landsdown/Dillon/Fynn McAllistair/Ziggy Grover

Dillon/Ziggy Grover

Scott Truman/Flynn McAllistair

Shane Clarke/Dustin Brooks

Zayto/Ollie Akana

Zayto/Ollie Akana/Javi Garcia

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- Hawai'i Five-0

McDanno

Max Bergman/Jerry Ortega

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- Shadowhunters

Jimon

Alec Lightwood/Simon Lewis

Jace Herondale/Clary Fray/Simon Lewis

Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood/Simon Lewis

Malec

Clizzy

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- Umbrella Academy

Dave/Klaus Hargreeves

Eudora Patch/Diego Hargreeves

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- Flashpoint

Julianna Callaghan/Sam Braddock

Lewis Young/Spike Scarlatti

Sam Braddock/Spike Scarlatti

Sam/Spike/Lew/Donna/Winnie/Jules

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- Teen Wolf

Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Allison/Scott

Erica/Boyd

Danny/Ethan

Lydia/Jackson/Aiden

Lydia/Stiles

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- Grimm

Monroe/Rosalee Calvert/Nick Burkhardt

Nickroe

Adalind/Juliette

Roddy Geiger/Carter Brimey

Renard/Wu

Wu/Hank

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- White Collar

Peter Burke/Neal Caffrey

Peter/Elizabeth

Peter/Elizabeth/Neal

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- CSI

Horatio Caine/Eric Delko

Caine/Eric/Speedle

Calleigh/Ryan Wolfe/Natalia

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- 9-1-1/Lone Star

Tarlos

Russley

Owen/Michelle

Bobby/Athena

Hen/Karen

Chimney/Maddie

Marjan/Paul

Mateo/Nancy

Nancy/Marjan

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- One Chicago

Kelly Severide/Matthew Casey

Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz/Jay Halstead

Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes

Will Halstead/Natalie Manning/Connor Rhodes

Will Halstead/Justin Lieu/Connor Rhodes

Gabby/Shay

Darren/Blake

Mouch/Trudy

Herrmann/Cindy

Boden/Donna

Cruz/Chloe

Antonio/Peter Stone

Antonio/Voight

Sarah/Noah/Joey

Crockett/Ethan

Ethan/April

April/Maggie

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- Mission Impossible

Ethan/Will

Jane/Bengi

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- Sherlock

Johnlock

Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes

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- House

House/Chase

House/Wilson

Wilson/Chase

House/Wilson/Chase

Foreman/Thirteen

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- Ghost Whisperer

Melinda/Jim

Melinda/Rick

Melinda/Rick/Eli

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- Baby Driver

Darling/Buddy/Baby

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- Bull

Danny/Cable

Bull/Benny

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- Julie and the Phantoms

Luke/Julie

Luke/Reggie/Alex

Luke/Alex

Julie/Flynn

Julie/Carrie

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-TMNT

Leo/Usagi (2003 only)

Leo/Karai (2003 only)

Raph/Traximus

Raph/Casey Jones

Don/Usagi (2003 only)

Don/Leatherhead

Mikey/Mondo Gecko

Mikey/Renet

Splinter/Tang Shen (2012 only)

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I do not write incest of any kind, I do not write abuse unless by my own ideas, I do not write manipulation unless by my own ideas

If you have a question about a ship you don't see up here and want me to write, you're welcome to DM/IM me.

Thank you!

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DC Comics' FIGHTING AMERICAN

DC Comics’ FIGHTING AMERICAN

Written by Dave Rawson and Pat McGreal Drawn by Greg LaRocque Inked by Richard Space Published by DC Comics

PREVIOUSLY: Joe Simon and Jack Kirby’s FIGHTING AMERICAN

Well I guess you just can’t keep a Fighting American down for good. As I noted before, after the initial series came to an end after 7-issues, the character remained dormant for 11 years until an 8th issue was published in 1966. It…

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Photography | Bangkok

#TravelTuesday Travel | Bangkok #Photography

City – Bangkok Country – Thailand Continent – Asia Waranont JoeOlivia ListyaniPaul SzewczykCassie MatiasDave WeatherallFlorian WehdeLisheng ChangDan FreemanJoshua Rawson HarrisTan KaninthanondAndreas BruckerAlejandro Cartagena Bangkok

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The Set Up

Rated: T Warnings: Implied sexual content Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Emily Prentiss Word Count: 4.7k Read on AO3

Aaron and Emily reluctantly agree to be set up on blind dates.

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A birthday present for @carrotskoalasandbooze. My tech girl in arms, fellow Dramione lover, and favorite dog mom.

Us Aquarius folks aren’t prone to displays of emotion, but just this once...

I adore you and feel so lucky and grateful that I get to know the brilliant, kind, lovely human that you are. Happiest of birthdays my dear friend ❤️

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“Emily. Explain something to me.” JJ grasped her hand across the hightop table, the ends of her words slurring together just enough that Emily made a note to cut her friend off soon. “You haven’t been on a date since you slept with Mick Rawson, what, four months ago? Why are you so opposed to me setting you up with someone?”

“Because I’m fine, JJ! You know how insane things have been at work. I have no desire to bring a man into my life right now.”

It was a half-truth, the reality a slightly more complicated answer that Emily would never admit to.

“Anyway, my vibrator and I are getting along just fine, thank you,” Emily waved away JJ’s objection before she could voice it, ignoring the pointed look shot her way by the couple at the next table.

“It’s just a date. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Who’s going on a date?” Penelope approached the table with a fresh round of drinks.

“Emily. If she decides to stop being so stubborn, I want to set her up with a friend of mine.”

“Oh!” Pen’s eyes went wide. “Do it, Em. Do it!”

“Pen—”

“You have two friends in committed relationships. Do this for us. We need it.” Penelope pulled Emily’s remaining free hand towards her, Emily now literally stretched between her two closest friends.

“You guys are the worst, you know that?”

“On the contrary, we are fantastic friends who just want to help our brilliant, gorgeous, available friend get laid.”

Emily bent her head to sip her drink, knowing from experience that once these two women latched onto something, resistance was almost always futile. As if she could sense that Emily’s resolve was beginning to crumble, JJ began prodding Emily incessantly on her arm.

“Give in, Emily. You know I’m not going to let this go.”

After another ten seconds of persistent poking, Emily groaned, resigning herself to her friend’s enthusiasm. “Fine. FINE. Thursday night, okay?”

Penelope and JJ grinned at each other across the table in sadistic victory, finally giving Emily full agency of her hands once more.

“Am I allowed to know anything about him, at least?”

“Nope,” JJ replied, popping her lips on the p. “I’m not letting you stalk him online and come up with an excuse to get out of this.”

Emily unleashed her most draconian stare but it went ignored as the other two women clinked their glasses.

The night ended a few hours later with Emily and Penelope escorting a swaying JJ home and depositing her into Will’s amused arms.

Back in the safety of her own bed, Emily stared at the ceiling and felt an unpleasant churn that had nothing to do with the alcohol slowly fading from her system until, at last, she turned over into a restless sleep.

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Emily hefted her duffel bag into her arms, huffing as she attempted to use her free hand to turn the key to her room. Earlier that night, when Emily found Penelope in the sitting room of their hotel — or more accurately, the sole inn in this microscopic Alaskan town — she was informed the team had already sorted themselves into pairs for the available rooms. Dave had, of course, latched onto the only single bed available. Derek and Penelope claimed the one room on the ground floor, while the remaining girls, and Aaron and Spencer, had neighboring rooms upstairs.

The door finally clicked open, and Emily walked in to find Spencer sitting against the headboard of one of two beds, a handful of pretzels frozen halfway to his mouth.

“Hey Reid. What—”

“Oh Emily, there you are,” JJ walked out of the bathroom and perched herself on the edge of the second bed. An awkward pause passed between the three of them before JJ chipped in, “Spence is scared of Hotch, so he wanted to hang out here.”

“I’m not scared of him,” Spencer retorted. “He’s just being really intense right now. He’s looking over the case file and pacing up and down the room. I started eating,” he held up the snack bag in his hand, “and he just stared at me. So I left.”

The two women chuckled, then laughed even louder when Spencer mumbled plaintively under his breath, “I just wanted to eat my pretzels.”

Emily could feel for him, knowing all too well how severe Hotch could appear at times, but she was also exhausted and eyed her now occupied bed with envy. It was cold, too cold, the chill spreading from the tip of her nose down to her toes. All she wanted was to crawl into the warmth of the covers and sink her head into those inviting pillows.

“It’s cool, Reid. You stay here, I’ll take the other room.”

“No, Emily, it’s fine—”

“Don’t worry. Stay, eat your pretzels. I need to get off my feet, and I’m not going to bother Hotch if I’m sleeping.”

Spencer couldn’t help but look relieved despite his attempts at protest. “Thanks, Emily.”

Emily nodded, wished them good night, and made the short trip to the next room. Hotch answered her knock, a brief flicker of irritation at being interrupted smoothing into surprise.

“Emily?”

“Surprise. You have a new roommate.” She didn’t give him a chance to ask, sidestepping past him into the room. The fire was already roaring, saturating the room with a pleasing orange glow, comforting her immediately.

“What happened to Reid?” He closed the door and stepped back into the room. He was still in his clothes from earlier that day, and a small part of Emily’s brain noted the casual sweater and jeans suited him well.

“You scared him off,” she chuckled, dropping her bag unceremoniously at the foot of the empty bed.

“What?”

“You know, that whole,” she waved her hand in the general direction of his face, “silent, stare-y thing you do. He’s hiding out in JJ’s room.”

The thick lines of his eyebrows furrowed, mouth set in a tight line that served as an exemplary depiction of the expression she was referring to. “Anyway, I offered to switch. Figure I’d be less of a bother to you. And let’s face it, you don’t really scare me.”

She winked, which only made his eyes narrow further, but he walked back to his bed, seemingly without further objection. Emily took her cue to use the bathroom, performing a truncated version of her usual nighttime routine, her only goal at the moment to make it to bed.

When she emerged, he was predictably still buried in his files, a cup of something warm cradled in his free hand. Emily slid into the covers of her bed, sighing at the blissful feeling of stretching out her legs under a pile of warm blankets, and slowly melted down into her pillow.

“You know you should get some sleep.” He didn’t react, so she pressed on, “We’ve done as much as we can for the night. Get some rest. Once Pen’s finished the background checks, we can tackle it fresh in the morning.”

She expected him to continue to ignore her advice, but to her surprise, he scrubbed a hand down his face, his exhaustion plain and clear. Nodding, he finally spoke, “You’re right.”

He retreated to the bathroom, and Emily snuggled further down. She was on that teetering edge of sleep when he came back into the room, stopping on his way to bed to add an extra log to the fireplace. Emily turned to her side to thank him, but the words promptly dried in her mouth.

He had dressed for bed. A white undershirt that fit snug against his torso and grey sweatpants that hugged his backside in a way she was sure would be considered illegal in several countries.

He looked…delicious.

Emily imagined crossing the short distance between their beds and climbing on top of him, straddling his thighs and tracing her tongue along that newly discovered skin between the hem of his shirt and the band of his pants—

“Emily?”

The deep timbre of his voice broke her out of her salacious fantasy. He was frowning at her again. Probably wondering why she was staring at his stomach. His surprisingly tight, defined stomach.

“Is everything okay?”

She blinked. “Yeah.” It came out cracked and hoarse, like she had just screamed her way through a rock concert. Trying again, “Thanks for keeping the fire going. Good night.”

She didn’t wait for his reply, promptly turning over to hide the rapidly forming blush making its way onto her cheeks. She heard the rustling of his sheets, the sound of his head hitting his pillow, and the click of the lamp. Finally, he wished her good night.

Any exhaustion she might have felt had burned out of her. Adrenaline was sparking every nerve, her heart hammering like she’d just run through the training course at Quantico.

It wasn’t that she had been totally oblivious to Hotch’s attractiveness. She saw the way cops and detectives eyed him when he entered a precinct, the women who would approach him on nights out only to be turned away with the utmost politeness.

Yet never before had it been placed on such brazen display. Never before had she felt her body react so viscerally, intent on acting and disappointed when she didn’t.

It didn’t help that she had always held a certain fondness for her no-nonsense boss. Her respect was not easy to come by, and yet he always held it, even when he was being his most irascible self.

She squirmed as she lay there, all hope of sleep lost, uncomfortable with the way her body was reacting to the images her brain still insisted on producing. When they heard a scream pierce through the window later that night, Emily couldn’t help but feel a dash of relief as she threw on her clothes and escaped.

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“Aaron, you have to get yourself out there. You can’t just spend your weekends cooped up in your apartment.”

Aaron looked up from his paperwork at his friend, scoffing, “I am not cooped up—”

“Jack’s soccer games don’t count. Unless you’re telling me that you’ve finally started talking to those single mothers.”

“Dave, I appreciate that you have an interest in my personal life, but—”

“Give me a good reason,” Dave interrupted, holding his hand up before Aaron could answer. “And don’t say work or that you’re too busy. Your life is not going to get any easier.”

Aaron’s eyes darted briefly towards the bullpen when he heard Emily’s laugh, watching Derek and her needle Spencer through the blinds of his window.

“It’s just not the right time, Dave. I’m not looking for a relationship right now.”

“It’s not a relationship; it’s a date. Just dinner, with a perfectly lovely woman I know. When was the last time you went on a first date? High school, with Haley?”

When Aaron said nothing, focused on absently sorting the papers on his desk, Dave persisted, “You need to put yourself out there. Casually, no pressure. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Aaron knew this was only the beginning. His friend, while well-meaning, dedicated as much effort into pulling Aaron out of his supposed social stagnation as he did putting serial killers behind bars.

“One dinner, and then you don’t bother me about this for the foreseeable future.”

Dave answered a grin that made Aaron immediately wary. “Deal. I’ll set it up. Thursday night.”

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Aaron could not fathom how he ended up here.

A casual dinner with the team, celebrating the end of their case, turned into a night on the town. In Vegas, of all the horrors.

He could blame the two beers he had with dinner, softening him enough that he didn’t put up much of a fight when the team insisted that he join them.

It was a decision he was deeply regretting now, tucked away in one of the many booths lining the walls of a nightclub. It was a swanky place Derek had brought them to, with dark velvet walls, high ceilings, and lights that danced over the tops of the bodies. The bass thundered, each pulse bringing Aaron closer to the brink of a headache, while he waited for Derek to arrive with their drinks.

Dave sat across from him, looking entirely at ease as he observed their surroundings, a synchronous sea of bodies that swayed and gyrated to the unrecognizable music.

“What exactly are we doing here?” Aaron had to raise his voice to be heard across the table.

“Enjoying ourselves, letting off some steam.”

“Speak for yourself. This isn’t exactly my idea of a good time.”

Dave simply chuckled, unsympathetic to Aaron’s souring mood. In a momentary respite, Derek arrived with their drinks, Aaron immediately taking a grateful sip of his whiskey.

“Are the girls not here yet?”

“Not yet. I can’t imagine it takes this long to change your clothes—”

Aaron spotted her before Dave finished his sentence. Emily. Dressed in a black dress with thin straps over her shoulders, draped over her body like glaze on a cake, nipping in and stretching over her every curve.

His mouth went dry, an unfamiliar clench hitting low in his belly. He could feel the flush rising up his face, hoping the relative darkness kept it hidden from view. Ducking his head, he focused on his drink, frown lines wrinkling his forehead as he attempted to make sense of the last thirty seconds of his life.

It wasn’t that he was completely blind to Emily’s attractiveness. Of course he noticed the way people watched her. The cops that offered to drive her around during a case, the men who approached her at bars to widely varying levels of success. Even the woman who had once boldly walked up to their entire team and asked Emily to dance, only to walk out of the bar with her twenty minutes later.

Yet, he had never experienced anything like this. Even after the bonds of his marriage had faded away, the fact of Emily’s beauty had always been just that. Not an opinion to hold and covet for himself.

“Where’s JJ?” Dave’s question broke Aaron out of his musings.

“She played the pregnant lady card,” Emily shrugged, and Aaron’s eyes instantly went to the graceful movement of her bare shoulder.

Derek pulled Emily into the dance floor, spinning her around so her hair rippled out behind her and the brightness of her laugh carried over the din of the crowd.

Aaron knew he was being blatantly obvious — he could feel Dave following the direction of his gaze, trying to ascertain what was holding his interest — but Aaron couldn’t help himself.

Her body moved with confidence, eyes closed as she danced with a lightness he rarely witnessed. As if they hadn’t just finished a case with a kidnapped kid, as if she didn’t carry the burdens of life and death on her shoulders.

It was intoxicating to watch. Even as people filled in the gaps, obscuring her from his view, he drank in every half-darkened glimpse.

An image trickled into his mind, impetuous and overpowering. He imagined walking through the throng, finding her in the center. Wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her flat against his body. Learning the slope of her neck with his lips, the scrape of his teeth against her skin as he tugged down that impractically small strap—

“I’m getting a refill,” Dave announced, interrupting the wayward path of his thoughts. “You need anything?”

Aaron shook his head, not wanting to add further fuel to his overactive imagination. He couldn’t deny the burn he felt. That impatient, fiery thing, eagerly fighting to crawl its way out of him.

He swallowed the rest of his drink in one fell swoop, embarrassed at himself, craving someone he had no right to want. Someone he had only ever possessed the utmost respect and admiration for.

Eager to leave before Dave returned and insisted that he stay behind, Aaron gathered his coat and fled.

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“Thursday night, 7pm. He’ll be at the bar wearing a blue blazer. Oh! Em, you should definitely wear that dress you bought last week.”

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“7pm on Thursday. She’ll meet you at the bar in a red dress. Now, let’s talk about what you’re going to wear.”

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The restaurant was crowded and buzzy, a trendy spot that everyone seemed to be raving about in recent weeks.

Emily weaved through the tables towards the bar where a group of patrons were mingling, the bartender busy behind the counter. A man stood off to the side, forearms resting on the counter, his navy blazer stretched across broad shoulders, tapering down in an excellent fit. She took a moment to admire him, reminding herself to be nicer to JJ in the future, before clearing her throat lightly and placing a hand on his shoulder.

Recognition hit her slowly, but when it did, her mouth fell open. “Hotch?”

“Emily?” He seemed equally surprised, his eyes dragging over the length of her before his expression settled into one of understanding. He pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering so quietly that Emily just barely made out, “I’m going to kill him.”

Her stomach was making a slow crawl up to her throat, and she mentally rescinded any previous decisions to be kind to her friend. “What are you doing here?”

He sighed, running a hand down his face as he confirmed her suspicions. “I think our friends have a poor sense of humor.”

Emily ignored the tiny, unwelcome pang of hurt in her chest and laughed, “I guess so.” Taking one last glance around the bar, she hoped that this was all just a misunderstanding and her actual date — and not the man she had spent the better part of four months wanting — would step forward. When it was clear that wouldn’t happen, Emily stepped back and said, “Well, enjoy your free evening. I’ll see you tomorrow,” then turned and quickly made her way out of the restaurant.

Aaron cursed quietly as she walked away from him. He saw her reaction to his mindless comment, only discernible because he knew what to look for before her mask slipped into place. Before he could talk himself out of it, he followed her, catching up to her just before she reached the door.

“Emily, wait.” She stopped, looking up at him with no small amount of wariness.

She was lovely. A slight curl at the ends of her hair, makeup making her chocolate eyes appear even bigger than they normally were. Her long-sleeved red dress, with its low cut in the back, made his pulse quicken to an almost painful degree.

“We’re here, we have a table. Why don’t we have dinner anyway?” Sensing her hesitation, he added, “As friends.” It took her a few seconds, but eventually, she agreed.

They were seated in a small booth near the back. L-shaped and intended for couples, so they were sitting perpendicular to each other. Aaron had to commend Dave on his attention to detail, even if he was still irked by his friend’s meddling.

The atmosphere was undeniably awkward. They picked through the starter bread, talking about work as the safest topic of choice.

When their meals arrived, and they were down a glass of wine each, she began asking questions about Jack, and Aaron inquired about the new apartment she had just moved into. It was better, if a little stilted. A marked difference from the ease they usually had with each other. Aaron didn’t realize how much he valued it until it was gone.

Halfway through their entrees, he braced himself to ask the question that had been plaguing him.

“Why did JJ decide to set you up tonight? With me?”

She avoided looking at him directly, though they had both been culprits of that this evening. “She’s always been perceptive like that. She should have been a profiler; her talents are wasted,” she chuckled.

Emily expected a response, even a dry laugh, but he was silent. Prodding at his food with his fork as he seemed to be thinking through something serious.

Finally, he asked, “Perceptive?”

“What?”

“You said JJ was perceptive. What was she…perceiving?”

She balked at the unexpected question, fighting the urge to pick at her fingernails, but knowing he would easily latch onto her tells. Instead, she smiled, hoping he didn’t notice how strained it was. “Oh, you know, that I haven’t been on a date in a while. That’s all. She and Pen are far too invested in my romantic life.”

She hoped that would be the end of it, but he was watching her now with a new focus, scrutinizing her with the keen eyes of a profiler. She wondered briefly if this was how subjects felt in the interrogation room, their every thought and feeling laid out in painfully transparent view.

“Hotch, what—”

“You didn’t ask me.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You didn’t ask me why Dave set me up. With you.” His voice had taken on a richness she hadn’t heard before. Deeper, softer, like the first decadent bite of chocolate cake.

“Okay, why?”

“Because,” he reached one hand towards hers. Not grasping it, simply skating his thumb lightly over her knuckles as her breath hitched at his touch. “He’s probably figured out that I care about you. More than I have any right to.”

Any chance of her finishing the rest of her meal vanished, her insides rioting violently. She felt like a giddy teenager learning about a schoolmate’s crush. Nothing like the adult, independent, mature FBI agent she supposedly was.

She didn’t realize she hadn’t said anything until he pulled away, back ramrod straight as he averted his eyes.

“Of course, if you don’t— that is, if I misunderstood— we can forget this—”

“Aaron.”

Supremely grateful for their current seating arrangements, she leaned towards him, brushing her lips ever so softly against his.

When she pulled back to gauge his reaction, he smiled. Not the smile she’d seen on rare occasions before. No, this smile was private, just for her.

His fingers grasped her chin, tilting her towards him so he could kiss her properly.

At the taste of him, Emily could feel her blood rushing in her ears, a potent high reminiscent of the irresponsible adventures of her youth. His tongue teased against her bottom lip, but before she had the chance to deepen the kiss to a point that would be ill-suited to their public setting, he broke away. An adorable flush on his cheeks, eyes half-lidded, a heavy exhale escaping his mouth, he looked as affected as she was.

“Well, this night turned out better than I anticipated.”

She grinned, stamping her lips to his once more.

“Aaron?”

He brushed his knuckle over her cheekbone, looking unbearably fond. “I like the sound of that.”

“Is Jack spending the night at Jessica’s?”

The shift in his expression was instantaneous, the heated look as his eyes dropped down to her lips again stealing her breath with its intensity. He nodded, and it sent a pulse low in her stomach.

Emily turned in her seat, scanning the restaurant until she caught the attention of their waitress. “We’ll take the check now, please.”

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Aaron struggled to remember a better Friday morning in recent memory.

He woke to the view of Emily’s head resting on his chest, her hair fanning out in beautiful contrast over his white sheets. He tightened his hold over her waist, and she pressed closer to him still, her leg draping over his.

“Good morning.” He pressed his lips into her hair.

She hummed, twisting in his hold so that she lay on top of him, tucking her head under his chin as his fingers traced patterns over the skin of her back.

“Morning,” she mumbled into his chest. “It’s early.”

He chuckled at the reluctance in her voice. “We have to get to work.”

“Isn’t one of the perks of sleeping with the boss getting to come to work late?”

He rolled them over until she was smirking up at him, her legs wrapping around his hips. Nipping at her bottom lip, he said, “Unfortunately not.” Making his way up the length of her jaw, he added, “Though I’m hoping there are other benefits.”

Emily laughed in agreement, threading her fingers into his hair, holding him in place as he worked over her neck, careful not to leave any marks behind.

“What do we tell them?”

He paused, lifting his head so he could meet her eyes. “What would you like to tell them?”

She trailed her fingers over his lips, smiling when he kissed her fingertips. “It would be nice to keep this to ourselves, but I don’t see much chance of that happening.”

He agreed, then knit his brows together as he seemed to contemplate what he was going to say next. “Emily, I know we didn’t talk much yesterday. But I hope you know this isn’t— it’s not just about—”

She kissed him then, cupping his cheek in her hand, feeling the scratch of his stubble on her palm. “I know, Aaron. For me too.”

He gifted her that smile then, the one meant just for her, and her heart flipped in her chest. She moaned into his kiss as it deepened, wrapping her arms around and arching into him. When he traveled down her neck, she said, “You realize they’re going to be insufferable.”

“Undoubtedly.”

“How much grief do we give them?”

“Honestly,” Aaron mouthed the word against the top of her breast, “I’m finding it difficult to be upset with them right at this moment.”

Emily giggled —giggled — and then sighed as his lips moved down, down her body. Very difficult, indeed.

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“So?” JJ and Penelope greeted Emily as soon as she passed the double doors, looking frighteningly like the smiling version of twins from a horror movie. “How was it?”

Emily didn’t miss the glance JJ threw to the kitchen where Aaron stood making his coffee. She’d reluctantly left him that morning after their shower went longer than expected, so she could get some fresh clothes at her place. Her friends trailed behind her as she walked to her desk. Dave stood nearby, casually leaning against Spencer’s desk with his head buried in a newspaper, conveniently within earshot.

Emily dropped her bag into her chair with an exaggerated sigh. “Really, JJ, the next time you set me up with someone, the least they could do is show up.”

“What?” JJ exclaimed, unable to stop herself from looking up at Rossi in horror, who had dropped the paper from his face.

Emily fought the urge to laugh and continued, “I got there, and there was no one waiting for me at the bar. I stayed there for half an hour before I finally went home.”

“Emily, are you being serious?”

“Why would I lie about something like that?” she retorted, arching an eyebrow at her blond friend. The excitement in JJ’s face fell, her expression tightening into one of concern.

“You’re right. Emily, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what happened.” JJ turned to glare at Dave, who shrugged his shoulder, looking equally confused.

Emily thought to herself that for a team of highly trained agents, they were disastrous at keeping their cool.

“Conference room. Five minutes.” Aaron barked as he passed them, striding up to his office.

The rest of the day passed in its usual fashion. Hotch, appearing more brusque than usual, assigned them their consults for the day as JJ and Rossi stared at him from across the round table. Emily caught them in the kitchen afterward, heads ducked together and whispering heatedly.

Around lunchtime, Aaron passed her desk and chanced throwing a sly wink in her direction, and Emily thought that she could really get used to sleeping with her boss.

When the sun set and everyone started packing their bags to return home, Emily watched Aaron turn the lights off in his office and close the door behind him. Derek, surprised that his boss was planning to leave the office at a reasonable hour, remarked, “You’re leaving?”

“Yes.” He walked up to Emily’s desk, smiling down at her warmly. “Ready to go?”

“Yup,” she grinned, taking his hand in hers as they walked to the elevator, leaving shocked faces and gasps in their wake.

Just as they entered the elevator, Aaron’s arm coming around her waist as she pressed the button for the lobby, an unmistakable shout came from the bullpen. “I KNEW IT.”

[stxrrywildflower]

red cell (1)

pairing - spencer reid x reader

summary - you’re apart of the bau’s red cell team and meet a certain profiler from washington d.c.

warnings - mentions of case, cursing

word count - ?

note - this is part one and fairly short but the later parts will be longer

part 2

part 3

the only word you could use to describe your job was underground.

you were apart of the bau’s red cell team which consisted of you, gina lasalle, jonathan simms, mick rawson, and your leader, sam cooper. the five of you worked under the fbi but did things your own way, following the rules just enough that you got paid and kept your jobs. the best thing was that you didn’t have to follow a ton of proper procedure or dress code as the other higher up teams had to do. it was more your speed as well as helping people which was your main goal.

the team arrived in washington state for a case revolving around people being shot in the same style as famous celebrity assasinations. it was right up your ally with what your team spencialized in. you had made your base in an underground abandoned laundromat. it was pretty good for your teams standards. upon arrival, your team has gone in different directions across the city to gain more information. you, however, remained at your base with the intent of getting some weapon practice in.

you grabbed a sparkling water out of the fridge before sitting down. your sniper rifle was laying on the table in front of you, waiting to be repaired. on the team, you were a profiler, just like everyone else, but your main specialty was combat. you were an incredible fighter and trained with pretty much every weapon there is. your best was your sniper rifle which came in handy on many cases.

the scope was removed as you had the intention of cleaning and replacing it. just as you stood up to grab a part, you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. your sniper remained on the table, as did your drink.

“drinking on the job y/n? i’m surprised,” a familiar voice spoke from behind you.

you spun around, a slight smirk on your face. “coming all the way to washington to criticize me? i expected more from you hotchner,” you replied before embracing the older agent. his team behind him, looked on, immensely confused at this girl hugging their boss.

another familiar voice stood out. you turned to rossi, who adorned a bright smile. “dave!” you greeted, hugging him. you grinned as you were greeted in italian before stepping away.

“y/n, this is my team agents morgan, j.j., prentiss, and reid. you already know rossi,” hotch spoke. you greeted them all individually before stopping in front of reid. “doctor reid, i’ve read a paper or two of yours. very impressive work,” you smiled.

reid stepped back and looked at this so called agent in front of him, as did the rest of the team. you didn’t look much like an fbi agent. you were dressed in black doc martins, not very good work shoes they considered, black skinny jeans, a white tank top, and then a black leather jacket on top of all that. a gun was strapped to the left side of your hip as well as three knives on the right.

“where’s the rest of your team?” hotch asked. you moved back towards the table, sitting on the edge and placing the rifle across your lap as you continued to clean it. “out,” you responded, shutting one eye to look through the scope. hotch have you a look. “what? they’re out getting more information, nothing illegal,” you responded defensively.

“i assume you’re working this case too?” you spoke before standing up and moving to where the targets were set up. hotch nodded, “we got called in this morning.”

“wait so you two know each other, and rossi too?” the agent you remembered as emily asked.

you turned to hotch and rossi. “they were my mentors in the acadamy. helped me become a better profiler,” you informed them. “only thing we couldn’t help her with was her weapon accuracy,” rossi smirked. hotch playfully rolled his eyes.

“someone’s jealous i’m still a better shot that him,” you started aiming your tone at hotch, smiling widely, “after graduating, i spent about a month doing different job interviews for the fbi before finally deciding to join this team. figured it was the best fit.” you took the knives off of where they were secured in your hip and narrowed your eyes at the target in front of you.

“well strauss did have something to do with it,” rossi reminded you.

upon mention of her name, you chucked one of your knives, a satisfying thud echoing as it hit the bullseye. “strauss?” morgan asked, a little shocked at your throwing ability and reaction to the name. you sighed and stared at your feet. “strauss originally wanted to use me as her pawn, sending me from team to team every few months until i found out information on the members. then, i would have been transferred again. i said no and decided that the red cell team was much more relaxed with the rules and barely under strauss’ jurisdiction,” you explained, throwing your remaining two knives at the target.

“i would give you information on the case but i don’t have anything. someone should be back soon and i can have them meet you at the police station. but other than that i have nothing,” you informed the team infront of you, keeping your eyes on reid as he shifted nervously. “reid i want you to stay here and once a remember of the other team arrives, analyze the information and then send it over,” hotch ordered.

with that, hotch thanked you before his team exited the laundromat and made their way back to the cars. “so y/n,” j.j. started. “an incredible agent, just doesn’t like following the rules after the strauss interference,” rossi responded.

spencer lingered back, learning against the wall as you rummaged through your scopes, trying to find the right one.

“the conquest scope would probably be best,” the geniuses voice echoed behind you. you turned around meeting his gaze. “oh really?” you responded. “it’s the best balance out there.”

you shrugged before securing the scope reid had recomended onto your rifle, shooting him a smile as you did so.

“so you’re a certified genius?” you asked, starting a conversation with the agent in front of you. “i have an iq if 187 so yeah i’m technically a genius. kinda all i have going for me,” spencer joked.

you pressed your lips together. “not all you have going for you,” you replied with a wink. spencer was about to respond but stopped when gina and mick appeared at the doorway.

[keycomicbooks]

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[okimargarvez]

SILENCE MEANS CONSENT

Original title: Silence means consent.

Prompt: Penelope has lost her voice and Luke tries to help her.

Warning: none.

Genre: funny, romantic.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Emily Prentiss, Mick Rawson.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: part 77 in Garvez canon Life.

Legend: 💑🎬.

Song mentioned: none.

GARVEZ STORIES

SILENCE MEANS CONSENCE

 A room full of flashing lights and annoying beeps, but one can easily get used to it, to the point that after an hour he almost doesn't care.

-I've been waiting for a century for something like this, you know?- the male voice is obviously full of malice, a hint of wickedness and complacency. The woman shows him that he is a shit. This is the result of having taught her the language of signs. Luke sighs and settles a strand of her hair behind her ear. -How much you are vulgar, darling.- she remains silent, in both means. -I'll make you a tea, okay?- Penelope pulls him by the arm and he stops. -Oh yes, I love you too.- he gives a kiss on her forehead. A romantic gesture ruined by his flaming eyes. He finds the machine and hurry to do what was said. He comes back to her, who seems to be holding herself, typing on to the keyboard. -Here it is.  A nice cup for my sweet love.- she ignores him for a few seconds. -It's too hot, isn't it?- Luke moves it where it can't do damage (a difficult task, considering the amount of electronic devices in the room, which cover practically every wall). -We have to make the time pass...- he starts, but then he changes direction. -What do you usually do when there are no cases or if there are no questions from us?- and she answers in the only way she knows. No, not that of signs. Too tiring and open to misunderstanding, in her opinion. Why struggle when you have a keyboard and a screen? I archive data relating to old cases. Something tells me that today you won't let me do it... -Why do you say that?- Luke paints a wounded expression, a nice childish pout on his face. -You hurt me, baby.- he turns the chair in his direction and blocks it with his legs. With one hand he caresses her breast and with the other the thigh. -It's a shame you can't complain...- he whispers in her ear, before nibbling on her earlobe just she taught him. Then that beep, so similar yet different from the others. -Oh, a case has arrived...- he reluctantly gets up and reaches the others.

But the party doesn't last very long. Less than an hour, actually. It will also be temporarily silent, but it is certainly not deaf. And she would recognize the sound of his steps among a thousand. -Hey, baby, I came back to you! Happy? Emily told me to stay here to help you.- a second and a lot of words appear in front of him. And this time a voice reads them in an aseptic and atonic, computerized tone. I don’t believe you. -Well, maybe I gave her a hint.- he smiles falsely innocently. Pen hits him with a rubber doll. -Ouch! Don't you think it's really weird how destiny intertwines our lives?- he asks, rubbing his head. -You lose your voice and just happen that I know how to read the lips.- he winks at her, coming closer. You are presumptuous. Focus on work, tells him that voice so different from the one he loves. -But I am very focused.- he replies, openly fixing the furrow between her breasts and receiving a weak kick on the leg. -And I will behave in an exemplary way.- he adds, raising his head like a soldier. -She warms up the fingers that we now arrange a bit of paperwork waiting for the base to communicate with us.- theatrical break. -Did you like this?- Not bad. But just when he is about to take advantage of her opening, a call comes. And not from the jet.

Penelope presses the answer button. -Hey, explosive blonde, I need your skills.- a male voice exclaims, certainly not devoid of malice. Luke jumps, certainly didn't expecting it. And the blonde laughs without producing any sound.

-Hello?- he digs the nails in the hands until the knuckles turn whiten. -I'm agent Luke Alvez.-

he pretends not to have noticed how much his girlfriend is enjoying the change of roles.

-Alvez?- the other man doesn’t seem very happy either. -Where is Garcia?- he asks, revealing a certain suspicion. -I thought I had made her number.- and finally uncertainty.

-It is so, in fact, but Penelope has lost her voice and I am giving her a hand.- he forces himself to be professional, as he had assured her it would have been. He had made great strides regarding his jealousy, wasn't he? No? -Anyway, she is here listening, so you can also talk, agent...- judging by how strong he is grinding his teeth, I would say no.

-Mick Rawson, agent of the BAU coordinated by Sam Cooper.- the other man answers, much quieter. And of course, it's not his girlfriend. -I would need the medical records of a certain Rodney Kasper. I know they are encrypted files, but I think Garcia can...- the sentence doesn’t end. They hear a beep.

-Found. She says she has already sent them to your boss.- they exchange a look of challenge.

-Thank you her for me, Alvez.- and so he hangs up, without waiting for an answer.

-Then, what is this story?- he asks her, congratulating himself for not presenting himself as her boyfriend but only through his work role. -I thought Morgan was the only one, other than me, to call you in a certain way.- she is to smile at him in a mischievous and pleased way. I don't work only for our BAU, here at the FBI, dear. Luke purses his lips. -And how come you never talked to me about it?- she interrupts her in mid-word. -Leave it, there is a call, from Rossi.- this time he replies. -Hey, Dave, what can we do for you?- and so the day goes by, arriving in the evening, with no other digs, both too aware of the weight of their role to act like teenagers in love.

Then, when he is thinking of going out just a second to buy something to dine with, here's that repeated beep he learned corresponds to an incoming call. It's Emily. -Garcia, I need you to find a person's death certificate. Lynette Widow.- Penelope immediately starts typing, but finds nothing. She looks at the man, bitter and sad. He caresses her fingers on the keyboard.

-There is nothing. It seems that it never existed.- but she doesn't give up. She tries again, with one more parameter. -No, wait.- silence. -Lynette is the second name. Her full name is Marie Lynette Widow. The body has been identified by the grandmother.- it follows the data while that appear on the screens.

-How is she dead?- asks their boss. Anxiety shows in her tone.

Luke digs in search of the answer, his head brushes that of the blonde. -Burned.- he answers, feeling the thrill of the excitement of the hunt to which he cannot participate.

-Thanks, Garcia.- Prentiss says, making him snort. -And... Luke... behave.- she adds, before hanging up.

-Why did Prentiss have to say such a thing?- he asks, but he already knew the answer. -I have perhaps ever take advantage of you?- We could say something like that, she replies flatly. -Well, actually, a little bit, but I miss feeling the nuances of your wonderful voice.- again only sweetness in his eyes, so much to gain a short kiss. -But I enjoyed working with you and can't wait to meet Agent Mick.- she looks back at him with a raised eyebrow. -What's up? It is only to broaden my horizons and to clarify our mutual position.- he raises his hands, while with his mind he hears a silent laugh.

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[tabloidtoc]

People, February 4

Cover: Kerri Rawson’s Dad Was the Serial Killer BTK

Page 1: Chatter -- Michael Strahan, Goldie Hawn on Kate Hudson’s baby delivery, Dwayne Johnson on daughter Jasmine, Idina Menzel on the tooth fairy, Ted Danson on the floss dance move, Margot Robbie on not having babies 

Page 2: 5 Things We’re Talking About -- a goth duck is the hot new waterfowl, a UCLA gymnast scores a perfect 10, stars take the #10yearchallenge, The Hunchback of Notre Dame will get a real-life version, Ariana Grande debuts a Pokemon tattoo 

Page 4: Contents 

Page 6: Mailbag 

Page 8: StarTracks -- Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett 

Page 9: Miley Cyrus, Brad Pitt with Chris Cornell’s children, Tom Brady, Serena Williams 

Page 10: Famous Family Outings -- Reese Witherspoon and mom Betty, Mike Tyson and son, Kylie Jenner and daughter Stormi, Kate Hudson and daughter Rani, Jessica Simpson and daughter 

Page 11: Prince Albert II of Monaco and daughter Princess Gabriella, David Arquette with daughter Coco and wife, Evan Ross and Ashlee Simpson and daughter 

Page 12: Chrissy Teigen and John Legend and Andy Cohen, Christie Brinkley, Duff Goldman and Johnna Colbry, Michelle Dockery and Laura Carmichael 

Page 13: Lauren Burnham and Arie Luyendyk Jr., StyleTracks -- Black and White Looks -- Rosamund Pike, Sandra Oh, Angela Sarafyan, Julia Roberts, Amber Heard, Charlize Theron 

Page 17: Bradley Cooper’s private world 

Page 19: Paris Jackson back in treatment for emotional health 

Page 20: Heart Monitor -- Emma Stone and Dave McCary getting serious, Steve Guttenberg and Emily Smith just married, Jason Tartrick and Kaitlyn Bristowe starting strong, Waka Flocka and Tammy Rivera vow renewal 

Page 23: Child star Spencer Treat Clark returns in the movie Glass, Chris Pratt and Katherine Schwarzenegger living together 

Page 24: Maren Morris -- marriage, music and Nashville girl power 

Page 25: Maggie Gyllenhaal and Peter Sarsgaard’s luxe brownstone for sale, Amazon’s Jeff Bezos happy after split 

Page 26: Stories to make you smile 

Page 29: Passages, Why I Care -- Bobbi Brown helps empower young women through her work with Girls Inc. 

Page 30: People Picks -- Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt 

Page 32: The ABC Murders, SMILF, Ronnie Milsap -- The Duets 

Page 34: I Am the Night, Q&A -- Manifest’s Melissa Roxburgh 

Page 35: Serenity, James Blake -- Assume Form, Amanda Seales: I Be Knowin’ 

Page 36: Black Earth Rising, Rent, Q&A -- Sebastian Stan

Page 38: Books 

Page 40: Cover Story -- My dad was a serial killer 

Page 46: Happy 50th Birthday, Jennifer Aniston 

Page 48: Prince Philip’s shocking car crash at age 97 

Page 50: Oprah’s daughters 

Page 56: Carol Channing 

Page 58: CBS’s Norah O’Donnell -- following my dreams 

Page 60: Meghan Markle’s Magic Touch -- the Duchess of Sussex is boldly using fashion to change lives 

Page 64: Inside Jane Hart’s life with Dissociative Identity Disorder 

Page 69: Alex Trebek -- What I Know Now 

Page 72: Glenn Taylor Helzer masterminded the murders of 5 innocent victims to fund his religious revolution 

Page 75: The stars of the Puppy Bowl 

Page 77: The most stylish Valentine’s Day gifts 

Page 78: Heidi Klum’s top picks 

Page 83: Food -- Jennifer Garner -- Please try a plant-based diet 

Page 84: Art Smith on the road with Michelle Obama 

Page 87: Second Look -- Princess Kate Middleton watched Royal Ballet principal dancers Lauren Cuthbertson and Vadim Muntagirov rehearse 

Page 88: One Last Thing -- Samuel L. Jackson 

[junker-town]

12 educated guesses what The Rock’s new video game movie could be

Photo by Kevin Mazur/Getty Images for DJ

The Rock teased a huge new movie, and we have some ideas.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson is a busy, busy man. He’s one of the biggest movie stars in the world, an owner of the XFL (whatever that is anymore), and still finds the time to work out what I have to imagine is 22 hours a day to look like a human who could swallow a Greek god.

The Rock revealed Tuesday in an interview with Men’s Health that not only is he in the process of making another video game movie, but that he’s promising the moon too.

“I can’t tell you which game in particular we’re doing, but there will be an announcement this year. We’re going to bring one of the biggest, most badass games to the screen—one that I’ve played for years. I’m really excited to bring it to fans around the world. Of course we’re going to do right by our gamer friends—but really we’re just going to make a great movie.”

Naturally this has everyone curious. What game is he talking about? I have some ideas.

The obvious ones

Gears of War

We know a Gears movie has been in various stages of production limbo for over a decade, but this one just feels like it makes too much sense. Dave Bautista has been long linked to star as Marcus Fenix, making The Rock a natural fit to play Augustus “Cole Train” Cole, but would he be happy playing second fiddle to Bautista? Both are big stars at this point, and unquestionably the most successful of the “wrestlers turned movie stars,” but The Rock is the marquee name now.

Still, a modified story turning this into a buddy alien shooter could be a blast.

The Division

This straight-to-Netflix movie already has Jake Gylenhaal and Jessica Chastain attached, so it’s hard to imagine this would be the big announcement The Rock is talking about, but this feels likely as well. The Rock would round out a serious cast, and Skyscraper director Rawson Marshall Thurber is directing — so it feels right that he’d reunite with The Rock.

The possible ones

Duke Nukem

Nobody has mentioned this being optioned, but damn it feels like it makes sense, right? Duke himself is designed to be a parody of 80s action movie stars, and The Rock is the biggest action movie star on the planet.

I don’t think anyone cares about Duke’s flat top or his overall look, especially considering the casting here would be too perfect.

Asteroids

The potential for this movie somehow still exists. Nobody knows what in the hell an Asteroids movie would look like considering the pioneering game had basically no plot — but if there’s one thing we know The Rock enjoys more than working out, it’s money.

Everyone laughed when this was revealed in in 2009 then talked about again in 2015, but the option still exists. If they can turn Battleship into a movie, well, they could make something resembling a feature length film about this.

Far Cry

I’m not sure what the hell a Far Cry movie looks like, but I know I’d watch it. This game’s a framework. Just drop a dude in the middle of country under despotic rule and watch as the protagonist tears shit up, helps the rebels, and basically causes chaos.

There’s nothing super inventive here, and that’s fine.

Call of Duty

A movie based on Call of Duty has been in the works for a while, and was put on ice back in 2020. This feels all up in the air with Activision’s pending sale to Microsoft, but splashing by finalizing the deal with one of the biggest franchises of all time becoming a movie with The Rock attached would be a hell of a move.

It seems they want to go uber serious with a Call of Duty movie and tell a biting, realistic solider story. I don’t know if I need to see The Rock in that — but maybe I do?

Movies only possible in my fanfics

Grand Theft Auto: Vice City

There is no way in hell Rockstar would make this, but damn do I want to see The Rock in an 80s Miami-based action movie with the game’s humor would be great.

No, I don’t want to hear how this is just Miami Vice, I don’t care.

Super Wario World

I know we’re getting a Mario movie and it actually sounds okay, but I need a big, buff, sexy Wario of my dreams. Deal with it.

Pong

Just two Rocks with a giant ball bouncing between them for two hours straight. Would watch.

Mutant League Football

Not only would I watch this movie, but I would buy the ticket in advance, pre-order the Blu Ray (despite having a strong commitment to ditching physical media) and wrap myself in the poster at night for warmth.

Kingdom Hearts

I have a very specific desire here. I want to see The Rock run around, dressed like Sora, with Donald and Goofy as his friends. I need the hair, the look, everything. I need to see him stab Ursula with a keyblade.

Tapper

I want this to be a gritty, David Lynch-esque look at the psychosexual desires of the patrons of a dive bar. An ensemble cast, led by The Rock, examines societies excesses as he serves and endless appetite by the clientele for more alcohol, and a sympathetic ear to hear their stories in a world so often quiet to their needs.

A simple bartender trying to get through his shift while Dame Judi Dench solicits him for bathroom sex, an international drug trafficker played by Topher Grace looks for a new mule, and Rob Schneider with a bear attached to his testicles asks Dwayne, their local barman for assistance in a world turned upside down.

From Fox Searchlight Pictures, sometimes the best beer, is a glass best served cold. Tapper, coming 2023.

[fethrybestduck]

Dear followers: Merry Christmas!

I did a compilation of Fethry comics in English! 48 stories, more than 670 pages!

It should be called Dick Kinney + Al Hubbard and TNT compilation, but STILL; I’ve put all the stuff I found in English together…

.CBR version (420.8 MB) https://mega.nz/#!tsEQgTZK!hst9nEljCqNnigoRHFmGG76XsFG73P02U0msEnpbVBU

.PDF version (424.8 MB) https://mega.nz/#!tx0xUYwS!cjQ9F7BAGqfe1UUq55ehzuJpWqj3_v1fOK_aIFoFHbk

(2nd upload because the 1st was missing a comic!)

Click on Keep Reading for the list of stories, authors, and artists;

1st 1964 The Health Nut - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1964 Blackboard Bungle - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1964 Its Music - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1964 Pop Goes the Art - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1964 The Retriever - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1965 Do it Yourself - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1965 Fall Guy - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1965 Mountain Magic - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1965 Suds in your Eye - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1965 Water Sports - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1966 Donald’s Buzzin’ Cousin - Tony Strobl

1966 Ducky Date - Tony Strobl

1966 Jungle Journey - Tony Strobl

1966 Old Tom’s Comeback - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1967 Preserve Psychiatry - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1967 The Egg and Why - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1968 The Trip - Vic Lockman - Tony Strobl

1969 Marriage Mountain-Style - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1969 Medicine Man - Dick Kinney - Tony Strobl

1969 The Manly Art of - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1969 Train - Dick Kinney - Al Hubbard

1970 You can take a guy out of the country But - Dick Kinney - Tony Strobl

1973 Origin of the Red Bat - Ivan Saidenberg - Carlos Edgard Herrero

1976 The Siege of Nothing Atoll - Giorgio Pin - Giorgio Cavazzano

1977 Snacking Sleuths - Giorgio Pin - Giorgio Cavazzano

1999 Fishing Warning - Francois Corteggiani - Lara Molinari

2000 Get up and Go - David Gerstein - Jose Maria Millet Lopez

2001 Dance of the Cuckoos - David Gerstein - César Ferioli Pelaez - Jose Maria Manrique

2001 Hypertechnological Home - Alberto Savini - Alessio Coppola

2001 Shell Game - Enrico Faccini

2002 Birds of a Fethry - Sarah Kinney - Maria Jose

2002 Nobody’s Home - Dave Rawson - César Ferioli Pelaez - Jose Maria Manrique

2002 Rhino Plastered Stefan Petrucha - Marcal Abella Bresco

2002 Say Uncle - Lars Jensen - Jose Maria Manrique

2003 The Big Clean-up - Lars Jensen - Christopher Spencer - Jose Maria Manrique

2003 Worldwide Widgets - Dave Rawson - Jose Maria Manrique

2005 Green Thumbs Down - Lars Jensen - Jose Maria Manrique

2006 Simian Similarity - Stefan Petrucha - Tino Santanach Hernandez

TNT 01 Blue Rain - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 02 Return to TNT - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 03 The Ghost Rats of Hamelin - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 04 Mission Sasabonsam - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 05 Let’s get Kraken - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 06 Truth or Consequences - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 07 Goosebusters - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 08 Rue Britannia - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 09 Nest of the Demonbirds - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

TNT 10 Prisioners of Zartac 2 - Lars Jensen - Flemming Andersen

Cover illustration by Giovan Battista Carpi, that I got from here; http://www.imagineeringdisney.com/blog/2010/8/7/illustrated-donald-duck.html

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FRIDAY, JUNE 29

Sicario: Day of the Soldado

Starring: Benicio Del Toro, Josh Brolin, Isabela Moner, Jeffrey Donovan

Directed By: Stefano Sollima

Uncle Drew

Starring: Kyrie Irving, Lil Rel Howery, Shaquille O’Neal, Reggie Miller

Directed By: Charles Stone III

WEDNESDAY, JULY 4

The First Purge

Starring: Y’lan Noel, Lex Scott Davis, Joivan Wade, Luna Lauren Velez

Directed By: Gerard McMurray

FRIDAY, JULY 6

Ant-Man and the Wasp

Starring: Paul Rudd, Evangeline Lilly, Michael Peña, Walton Goggins

Directed By: Peyton Reed

Sorry to Bother You

Starring: LaKeith Stanfield, Tessa Thompson, Armie Hammer, Terry Crews

Directed By: Boots Riley

FRIDAY, JULY 13

Hotel Transylvania 3: Summer Vacation

Starring: Adam Sandler, Andy Samberg, Selena Gomez, Kevin James

Directed By: Genndy Tartakovsky

Skyscraper

Starring: Dwayne Johnson, Neve Campbell, Chin Han Ng, Noah Taylor

Directed By: Rawson Marshall Thurber

Don’t Worry, He Won’t Get Far on Foot

Starring: Joaquin Phoenix, Jonah Hill, Rooney Mara, Jack Black

Directed By: Gus Van Sant

Eighth Grade

Starring: Elsie Fisher, Josh Hamilton, Emily Robinson, Jake Ryan

Directed By: Bo Burnham

FRIDAY, JULY 20

Equalizer 2

Starring: Denzel Washington, Ashton Sanders, Pedro Pascal, Melissa Leo

Directed By: Antoine Fuqua

Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again!

Starring: Meryl Streep, Pierce Brosnan, Colin Firth, Stellan Skarsgard

Directed By: Ol Parker

Blindspotting

Starring: Daveed Diggs, Rafael Casal, Janina Gavankar, Jasmine Cephas Jones

Directed By: Carlos Lopez Estrada

FRIDAY, JULY 27

Mission: Impossible – Fallout

Starring: Tom Cruise, Henry Cavill, Simon Pegg, Rebecca Ferguson

Directed By: Christopher McQuarrie

Teen Titans Go! To the Movies

Starring: Greg Cipes, Scott Menville, Khary Payton, Tara Strong

Directed By: Aaron Horvath, Peter Rida Michail

Hot Summer Nights

Starring: Timothée Chalamet, Maika Monroe, Alex Roe, William Fichtner

Directed By: Elijah Bynum

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Neo-sun worshiper Martin prepares to appease the solar Gods with ritual human sacrifice. But first he needs a spray tan. Executive produced by David Gordon Green and Dal Wolf, "Bronzed" is a dark comedy starring Linas Phillips and Johnny Pemberton. The film is produced by Chris Capretto and written and directed by Mike Egan. It is their first film. WORLD PREMIERE 2019 SXSW Film Festival ONLINE PREMIERE Short of the Week OFFICIAL SELECTION Minneapolis St. Paul International Film Festival RiverRun International Film Festival Athens International Film + Video Festival CREDITS Writer and Director: Mike Egan Starring: Linas Phillips and Johnny Pemberton Producer: Chris Capretto Executive Producers: David Gordon Green and Dal Wolf Co-Producer: Amy Berriochoa Director of Photography: Bobby Bukowski Editor: Matthew Hilber Production Designer: Schuyler Telleen Original Music: Seth Olinsky Assistant Director: Dennis Brenhaug Gaffer: Justin Ward Best Boy Electric: Mike Weiss Key Grip: Oliver Schaal Best Boy Grip: Adam Lutz Dolly Grip: Travis Buffington Assistant Camera: Eric Macy Set Decorator: Jade Harris Lead Person: Gwen Hopman Damon Prop Master: Emily Weck Swing: Dave Koenig Lead Makeup / Hair / Wardrobe: Eve White Assistant Makeup / Hair / Wardrobe: Sara Dickman Spray Tan Technician: Diane Page DIT: Chris Hackett Sound Mixer: Zach Kahl Stunt Coordinator: Mindy Kelly Jennifer: Colleen Socha Mr. Phillips's Body Double: William Wiesner Production Assistant: Daniel Rawson Craft Service: Stephanie Capretto Catering: People's Pig, Elephants Delicatessen, and Tamale Boy Casting Director: Simon Max Hill Casting Associate: Rachel Mossey Offline Executive Producer: Leslie Carthy Online Executive Producer: Alex Thiesen Colorist / VFX Artist: David Jahns Title Design: John Dwight Sound Designer: Brian Emrich Cello / Viola / Violin: Paul Wiancko Re-Recording Mixer: Noah Woodburn Audio Assistant: Natalie Huizenga Music Licensing: Marmoset Music and Rough Trade

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I had a lovely time dissecting the laughably derivative, greenscreeny pleasures of Skyscraper with Pop Culture Happy Hour hosts Linda Holmes and Stephen Thompson and fellow friend-of-the-show Margaret H. Willison. This movie wants to be Die Hard, and it isn’t even as good as Johnson’s own Central Intelligence or Rampage.  It’s maybe on par with San Andreas.

I get a plug in during the What’s Making Us Happy segment for Daveed Diggs and Rafael Casal’s Blindspotting, one of the two or three strongest movies I’ve seen this year. Buy a ticket to Blindspotting and watch Skyscraper on a flight or something.

https://www.npr.org/player/embed/630469622/630473291

Pop Culture Happy Hour: Skyscraper and What’s Making Us Happy I had a lovely time dissecting the laughably derivative, greenscreeny pleasures of Skyscraper with Pop Culture Happy Hour…