#Emmy in a pretty dress!!!

[polysaur]

“Look over here professor!!!”

[fancyschmancyopinions]

JESSICA CHASTAIN at the 2023 Emmy Awards on January 15th 2024 wearing custom GUCCI

[knowthatiloveyou]

Hannah Waddingham BTS for the Creative Arts Emmys 2024

[philocalistwrites]

guys, I can't rn-

[yours-stevie]

So pretty 🌸

[lonesomedreamereccentriclover]

Anna Kendrick (and Emmy Rossum)

[talyayet474]

Emmy Rossum

[karihighman]

Mekia, Alyssa and Tru representing The Rookie on the red carpet for the 2024 Emmy’s 😍🤩

©️DGE Press / ABC & Mekia’s IG.

Click the link above for the video!

[emmyrosee]

emmy could you write something about iwa for me ?? Anything is fine( please no angst)... Pretty please please please? 🥺🥺

Hajime watches in the doorframe as you start your skincare, watching as you massage your moisturizer into your skin. “So, you’re going shopping?”

“For the ninth time, yes, baby,” you chuckle, looking at him in the mirror. “Once im done with my skincare. I need to get an outfit for date night, some of your protein shakes, more treats for Issei Junior.”

“I really wish you wouldn’t call our cat that,” he snickers, eyes flicking up and down. You’re still in your jammies and your skin care isn’t finished, he’s got at least three hours on his PS5 with Hanamaki.

He’s been absolutely ecstatic to play his new game, one you bought after he’d basically raved about the release for months- when you surprised him with it, he scooped you in his arms and immediately spun you around, so excited like a kid again.

Now, of course, is the perfect opportunity to make progress in it.

There’s nothing in the world Hajime enjoys more than spending time with you, carrying bags and holding your purse, pushing the shopping cart and buying you the overpriced drinks at your favorite cafe. But he’s not going to complain about potentially being able to play his video game for a few hours.

Plus… hey, maybe it would be nice to be able to play without scolding you for trying to paint his toenails.

He lets you out of the bathroom to finish getting dressed, jogging down the hallway to the makeshift gaming room you’d both made to share. He turns on the console and grins up at the screen, bracing himself to start playing, and-

“Haji?”

“What’s up?” He hums, pausing his sliding on of his headphones. When he turns to face you, you’re pouting, and he moves them back down. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“You’re… not coming with me?”

Oh.

Oh.

“Oh! Yeah, I’ll come,” he says, turning his console back off and placing his headphones down. “Yeah no, I didn’t really want to play.”

“Really?” You ask.

“No, it was mostly just to pass the time until you got back,” he lies.

But what can he say? The way you light up at his words makes his inability to play worth it. You beam and make your way out of the room, and he’s quick to slip out his phone and text Hanamaki that sorry, something came up.

Anything, for you.

[selarina]

content warnings: implied blowjob and mentions of pregnancy and children

gojo!actor au and he’s just a bit of a loser.

and i mean that in a literal sense. he’s good enough to be nominated for the emmy’s, the oscars — all these prestigious awards. but he never wins.

each year, he dresses up all posh. puts you in a pretty gown and shows up — just to lose. and it’s an annual routine now, you look forward to it. he’s never taken these awards so seriously anyway. it's all a big joke, and you get free food!

but one year — one year, he wins. it’s shocking — to you, to him, to everyone. cheers and yips are so loud as he stands up. the next day people will publish articles about how this was deserved, how he should’ve been awarded a long time ago.

he walks up there — a soft red hue of a kiss on his cheek as he manages to stare and directly talk to his wife, despite the massive crowd, despite the mic, despite the bedazzlement. his eyes peer into yours as he speaks of gratitude.

and he finishes up with an endless list of thank yous — to directors, coworkers, production team, fans, his mom, his wife, maybe god if he exists? his wife again. his wife.

it’s the after party — you two never go but gojo’s manager warned him and you did your part in urging him, because he did win after all. people would be expecting him. he argues, he speaks of his comfy bed, and you proposition him — you tell him going would mean he gets head in the bathroom and of course, he’s a simple man so he agrees almost immediately.

after you deliver what was promised, under the fancy red glow of the bathroom you’re both in, you rub a hand to wipe your mouth as you stand up, fixing your dress as he fixes his trousers.

he speaks up, his tone rather serious and it scares you just a little. “baby, you promised me," he began. "you said if i won — you’d give me a baby.”

“that was 5 years ago, satoru.” you chuckled, as you fixed his mussed hair.

“and we’re here now — i won. it’s your turn now," his words teasing, but his eyes seeking affirmation in your gaze.

"you want a baby?" you asked as you looked up at his hopeful eyes.

“i want a baby,” he affirms.

“okay,” you smile. your hand trails down to his chest, only to suddenly push him back with force as he flops onto the toilet seat. “let’s give you a baby.”

bonus

"does this mean," he asked, "you'll give me a baby every time I win?"

“let’s start with one, satoru."

“but—“

“one.”

[shrimpybbq]

Their first Halloween as a family of four!!

Does Rafe wear a costume? Does he stay home to give out candy or goes trick or treating w gf and the kids?

Hmmm, I think Rafe would do a costume, but the bare minimum. He would match with Charlie though, maybe his son wanted to be Buzz Lightyear so he dresses as Woody. Otherwise he’s probably going as Patrick Bateman ngl, just bc he forgot to organise a costume and he has a suit that looks pretty similar lying around.

Rafe would take Charlie around Figure 8 for a bit, walking with him to go knock on doors, making sure his son fills up his little basket of candy. His wife had only given Charlie a small basket to make sure he didn’t get sick, but Rafe secretly brings a little bag to put the extra sweets in when it began to overflow, allowing the small boy to keep getting more sweets.

“Hey, this is just between us, ok buddy? You don’t tell your mom about this, or we’re both going to be in trouble,” he tells Charlie, watching him nod with wide eyes.

“I promise, daddy. Secret!”

Maybe the whole family couldn’t go out trick-or-treating that night as Emmy was still too little and too fussy, needing to be coddled into her mother’s chest at all times. They had managed to go out to the country club’s Halloween party for the families earlier in the day, Charlie getting his face painted and running around on the grass, his parents watching on as their son squealed with joy. Rafe sits with his wife as she begins to breastfeed at their table - he gives anyone a hard glare if they even try to judge her for it. That meme of ‘my girl can wear whatever she wants bc I can fight’ except it’s just ‘my wife could literally do anything ever and it’s ok bc I can fight and also accurately shoot a gun’.

When the family settle to eat lunch, they plan their outfits for the next year. Emmy will be bigger then, they say to Charlie, and he excitedly starts to give ideas about a family costume. Rafe grimaces a little at the idea of dressing up again, but knows he will do it for his son anyway, despite the teasing he gets from Topper and Kelce.

[fancyschmancyopinions]

HANNAH WADDINGHAM at the 2023 Emmy Awards on January 15th 2024 wearing custom MARCHESA

[celeste444spacey]

FAME VISUALISATION IDEAS!

Hi my it girls of tumblr I’m back again 🤍 and with a really fun post this time

In this post I’m going to give you ideas for how you can manifest fame, in a fun way, and visualise it! They are weird I’ll be honest

I’d recommend you do these ‘weird’ things in your own bedroom, door closed. Do these as you are doing a pretend play, that’s what makes it fun!

Always have an excuse handy just in case your parents walk in while you’re doing this ‘weird’ visualisation

So here’s a list of the things you’d wanna visualise

1. Interview with whoever; fallon, kimmel, letterman… you name it

Act like you’re in an interview. Answer questions the way you would answer if u were famous. Develop the mannerisms you desire to have. If you want questions you can just search up fame dr interview on tiktok and go crazy (trust me with this one!).

2. Song association game with Elle

Search up song association words on YouTube and act like you’re on the actual song association game with Elle. Do the intro, the little talking about the song etc. as they do on the real one.

3. Vogue videos

This is a fun one! Skincare time? Nah it’s a vogue beauty secrets video now. Dressing up? No it’s a 7 days 7 looks video right now. Bonus: life in looks and what’s in my bag videos too.

4. Red carpet interview

I mean this one is self explanatory. Act like you’re answering something at a red carpet.

5. Award acceptance

What is fame if not without the tons of awards that come with it? Wanna be a singer? Accept a Grammy. Actor? Accept an Oscar or an Emmy. Breakout broadway star? Here’s your tony. All of them? Heck accept all of em. This is your world. Now you don’t wanna wake up one day famous and not know how to give an acceptance speech now do you?

6. Imagining yourself in an edit

Edit audios. Go crazy. No for real.

OTHER THINGS U CAN DO (not really giving explanations cause they are pretty self explanatory)

7. Met gala interview

8. Your own world tour

9. Diary of a song

10. Podcast interview

11. Documentary

12. Interview with co stars

13. Wired autocomplete interview

14. Runway show

You were invited by your fave luxe brand to fashion week. Or maybe you're walking for the fashion show. Hey its fun either way.

15. Paparazzi

Act like there's paparazzi everywhere you go. It's so freaking fun.

Holy shit apparently this was in my drafts for a WHILE.

Anyway here it is.

[imagines--galore]

HELLO HELLO I SAW YOUR LITTLE JIM HAWKINS POST AND I GOTTA ADMIT! I LOVE THE BOY TOO!

was wondering if could request a little jim x reader who meet at the academy and have a little rivalry before becoming lovers? thanks! remember to take care, drink lots of water and stay safe!

Summary: Jim Hawkins & Y/n Y/l/n. Two of the most promising candidates to arrive at the Interstellar Academy in years. From academics to knowing their way around a ship, the both of them were on equal footing. Too bad they see the other as a rival. Then again, perhaps it was a good thing. For if they were to team up, they could conquer the entire galaxy if they wanted to. But when did that rivalry changed into something more? Pairing: Jim Hawkins x Reader Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. None. A/N: I mean who doesn't love the boy :3 Ok so the song I decided to pick is Téir Abhaile 'Riú by Celtic Woman. And I borrowed some elements from Kingdom Dance from Tangled because I love that scene. :3 And this got a little longer then I intended it to be.......I added too much detail to everything. Woops? Had a lot of fun with your request though!

You pursed your lips as you observed your reflection in the full length mirror. To say Emmy had been insistent about you donning a pretty outfit for the occasion would be an understatement. Your roommate had practically threatened you with it, saying she would no longer speak to you if you did not dress up. Honestly the female Canid didn't need to threaten you, no one could say no to her. Not even you.

So when she had dug through your closet and taken out the articles of clothing she deemed worthy for the event, you had put them on with no complain. A blouse and a corset with a skirt paired with shoes. The latter you had picked out yourself, having no desire to wear anything impractical should you need to kick someone in the nuts.

"You look gorgeous, Y/n." Parla your third roommate trained one of her several eyes in your direction, while simultaneously applying some black goo to the eyelashes of her remaining eye. "By human standards." Quel barely glanced up from where she was oiling her arms. You were thankful she was, your android roommate had a tendency to squeak when her joints would run out of oil. Emmy grinned proudly as she put the final touches to your hair and stepped away to appraise her work.

"Maybe you'll catch a sailor's eye while in town y/n." She giggled, prompting you to roll your eyes at her. "I doubt I'll have the time." You crossed your arms over your chest. "Since I will be making sure you don't run off half-drunk, Parla doesn't get in trouble because of her wandering eye and avoid Quel being stripped for parts by some con-person."

You had grown to be protective of your roommates over the years you had lived together. Emmy cooed as she reached out to embrace you sweetly. "You don't have to worry about us, honey! We've all excelled at our combat classes. Not to mention we'll have dates who can protect us." Both you and Quel glared at Emmy who only gave a nervous laugh. "Did you have to rope us all into dates?" The android asked, her mechanical voice somehow sounding annoyed. "Its best to go in a large group." Parla came to Emmy's rescue. "My grandmother says there might be some pirates or thieves in the crowd. And given the number of people that have come for the Ball, its best to find strength in numbers."

Emmy nodded enthusiastically. "Perhaps it is best to accept our fate and simply go along with the situation." Quel spoke as she stood and gently placed a hand on your shoulder. You sighed, closing your eyes briefly before shrugging and allowing a smile to play on your lips. You weren't about to be a spoilsport and ruin everyone's fun. After the month all of you had had, with the exams and revisions and tests and selecting the courses you would be majoring in, you all deserved a break.

A bright smile pulled at your lips and Emmy very early squealed at the sight. "Here's to having a night none of us will ever forget!" You stated with conviction, opening the door and leading your friends out of your shared room.

Little did you know how true those words would be for you.

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The town of Aonadh enjoyed a rather prestigious position. On one hand it was the closest to the reputable Interstellar Academy. An Institute that had been thriving for years and housed the future generation of sailors for the Queen's Armada. Many living in town had relatives who went there, or had some other form of relation with the Academy.

On the other hand, the town served as a harbor for many ships. From merchant vessels carrying riches and trading goods, to the crafts bringing new hopefuls to begin the next phase of their journey. The port of Aonadh was always bustling, always busy. There was never a quiet moment. Every other hour would bring a new ship in. Either to relieve itself of its cargo, have repairs done, or pick up people who wished to travel.

Really town was a small word for Aonadh, but the people refused to call it a city. Their ancestors started as humble farmers before the location of the Academy changed their status to something more. They were proud of what they had accomplished over the years as well as their status so a town it remained. One could find almost every life form residing in town, Arcturians, Aquanogs, Canids, Centaurous, Cragorians, Densadrons, Felinids, Geeories, Humans, Macriki, Mantavors, Minotarous, Optocs, Roboticas, Sirenius, Tuskrus, Zirrelians and a hundred more. No one could remember the first specie that lived in Aonadh and no one cared. Everyone was treated on an equal footing and the town had a huge council that had a member from every specie living in Aonadh.

There were several attractions that beckoned the young Cadets at the Academy to spend their time off in town. From pubs that never ran out of ale, to shopping markets that overflowed with the finest wares. Not to mention the massive library that housed more then a million scrolls, books, hoverstories and maps. To say nothing of the lavish streets and squares where something was always happening.

Of course the ports were the most exciting place to be. One could meet new people, learn about shipping from seasoned sailors, or even catch a tour of one if a Cadet was so lucky.

At present the excitement going about had something to do with several large ships that had docked not a day ago. Ships carrying Cadets who had passed out over the years and were coming back for their annual party of sorts. The Annual Ball it was called. Held every ten years. A huge affair. One of the biggest ones to ever occur in the entire galaxy. Guests of honor and other people of importance were sent invitations, while the rest of them simply showed up. Unless they were on duty or had anything of importance to attend to everyone came.

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It was certainly the busiest Jim Hawkins had seen it. In the years he had attended the Academy there had been several festivals he had attended with his friends, but not one of them came close to the excitement of today.

However that excitement had died down to be replaced by a burning annoyance at the sight of the only other human in his year. The very human who was now sitting at the same table as him, both of you sipping from your drinks.

It wasn't that you had anything against being set up for a blind date, it was the boy you had been set up with.

What existed between you and Jim was something of an anomaly. The both of you were the best in your batch, and quite frankly, some Professors seemed to be of the notion that you were both the best Cadets they had seen in years.

If only the two of you got along.

A bitter rivalry had formed between the both of you. Neither of you remembered who had taken the first shot, but all you knew was that you had to one up the other. And that was how it had been your entire career at the Academy.

Spiteful comments thrown at one another. Hateful glances whenever the other would be praised. Childish pranks just to annoy the other. Goading and baiting that resulted in either one or both of you getting into trouble.

The list was endless.

Honestly, if it wasn't so entertaining the Academy would've had taken action years ago. You often wandered if perhaps you and Jim had a betting pool going around in the Academy. Parla had dropped hints here and there, but you weren't quite sure.

Well, whatever existed between you and Jim, it was destroying your evening. As soon as it became clear who your date was, Parla and Quel had made themselves scarce, having the intelligence to stay clear of the obvious Supernova that was about to erupt given yours and Jim's expressions. Emmy had quickly taken you aside, begging you to go along with it, and explaining how Lyon, her crush for a good year and a half, had said he didn't want to ditch his friend while he had fun.

So Emmy had offered a solution.

Correction.

Emmy had offered you as a lamb up for slaughter.

And being the soft-hearted idiot that you were, you had relented, agreeing to going along with Emmy's plan. Only because you knew she was half in love with Lyon, and maybe this night he would work up the courage to tell her of his feelings as well.

And as you sat there, watching your best friend sway in the arms of the half-felinid and half-human male, you couldn't help but give a small smile at the happiness that seemed to radiate from the both of them.

"There must be a Supernova freezing somewhere." Stars, even his voice was annoying.

You turned your head back to look at him, that annoyed frown returning. "And what makes you say that."

He smirked, hands behind his head as he rested against the back of the booth. "You were actually smiling. I thought she-demons never smiled. Something about bursting into flames and the world coming to an end, that sort of thing."

"I smile plenty Hawkins." You responded, pursing your lips. "I just don't happen to smile at maggots such as yourself." The insult, if it were called that, seemed to bristle him enough to warrant an eye roll, though he didn't respond.

Seemingly taking his silence as a win, you returned your attention to the dancing couples. The music was lively and there would certainly be more people coming in soon. Sighing, you wished you could join in the dancing. Of course there was no chance of that happening.

You had no desire to ask a stranger, for fear they would try something untoward. And there was no way in the entire galaxy you were about to ask Jim Hawkins to dance with you.

Glancing at your empty glass of drink, you stood and stretched, completely missing Jim watching you out of the corner of his eye. "If I am to tolerate your company for the rest of this evening I'm gonna get another drink." He rolled his eyes, prompting you to give him a glare that had one too many cadets backing off in fear.

But not Jim. Jim was used to your glares and stares and returned them at an equal footing.

Walking toward the bar, you waved at the many tentacled bartender who was quick to give you your drink. The glass was a little too full, prompting you to walk carefully back to your table.

Perhaps it should've been better that you kept your attention on the people around you rather then the drink you were trying not to spill.

A boisterous group of sailors jostled you, propelling you forward and causing your drink to spill.

Nearly emptying the entire contents of it down the front of one of the sailors who had bumped into you.

"What the hell!? Watch it!" He cried out, swiping at the front of his uniform in an effort to wipe away the liquid. Of course, that didn't help.

Angry at loosing your drink, you glared at the male. "You were the one too drunk to walk properly, how am I to blame for your incompetence?" Maybe it wasn't the wisest of decisions to be picking a fight with someone who looked like he had some Densadron blood in him, but you didn't care.

You were already having a horrible evening, so why not make it worse.

Your words only served to make the male, and his group of friends angry. Pursing your lips, your hand slipped to the hidden slit of your skirt where you kept a taser knife for safety reasons. Your fingers itched, ready to pull it out when suddenly the stare down between you and the male was broken by a very familiar voice.

"There you are! I've been looking all over for you."

Astonished, you pivoted on your feet, just in time to see Hawkins drape an arm around your waist and pull you to his side. That wasn't what shocked you.

What shocked you the most was the smile he wore. One that was directed at you.

"Making friends I see." He continued while your brain tried it's best to compute the situation that was going on. "I'm sorry about that, my girlfriend gets a little light-footed when shes had one too many."

Girlfriend?!?!?

The group of sailors seemed to be calming down somewhat. Jim had that effect on people whenever he stepped in to stop a would-be squabble.

Ironic considering the numerous fights he had started in his younger days.

"How about she pay for the damage to my uniform, and I let her go." The male grunted, scowling down at the both of them. Suddenly his eyes zeroed in on you the way they hadn't before. A lecherous smile formed on his lips, one that had you scowling in disgust. "She can either pay money or show me a good time. I don't mind either." The rest of his group laughed boisterously, elbowing one another, wearing the same smile as their friend was.

His words seemed to snap you out of wherever your mind was. Pushing aside Jim's previous words, and trying hard not to comprehend where his arm still rested around her waist you opened your mouth to tell the disgusting male where he could shove something where the sun don't shine.

A firm but light pressure around your waist had you stopping. You watched, astonished, as Jim moved to stand in front of you, his stance protective, and an anger in his eyes that had you blinking in surprise.

"Or maybe I should have you reported for showing such disrespect to a future Captain of the Royal Armada."

It was then that the group realized who they were speaking to. Their gazes flitted to the pin you had proudly stuck to the right side of your chest. A coat of arms that assigned your rank, despite having not even graduated yet. Jim had the same pin, though his was hidden by the jacket he wore. Though he made no effort to hide it as he pushed aside the front of his garment to reveal it to the buffoons.

Being Captain meant you had authority and power that no lowly sailor had. It didn't matter what age you were, so long as you were a rank above, you held power.

And at that moment you wanted nothing more then to throw the idiot in jail for daring to make such a proposition to you.

The group began to retreat, taking their friend with them. The danger past, Jim turned his attention to you.

"You okay?" He asked, his eyes roving over your frame, as if looking for some sign of injury.

You nodded. "I'm fine." Despite there having been no physical altercation, you were still a little shaken. "You didn't need to step in. I had it handled." You finally said, still clutching your half full glass. Jim rolled his eyes.

"Not from where I was standing."

You scowled. "I was ready to fight him if I needed to."

Jim raised an eyebrow. "And get expelled so close to graduating? You're reckless Y/n, but I know you're not that reckless."

"And why should you care? Wouldn't you prefer to graduate top of the class all by yourself? Not share your spotlight with anyone."

He nodded. "I would." He paused before a teasing smile pulled at his lips. "But then who would be my rival when I make Captain?"

You waved your hand. "I'm sure you would find someone else to piss off."

"I doubt they would be as beautiful as you."

You gaped at him, had barely voiced your astonishment when his eyes widened in realization of what he had just said.

A bright blush overcame his cheeks, one that had him gulping nervously, raising a hand to rub at the back of his neck.

"Y-you think I'm.............beautiful?" You could barely believe the words coming out of your mouth. An awkward shrug was his only response.

Normally you would've teased him mercilessly about revealing something so intimate. But right then? Having just been saved by him, and watching him stand there, unable to meet your gaze, you couldn't help but smile.

"Don't tell me its because of my beauty that you've been a pain in my ass all these years." Your tone was light, teasing, compelling him to respond in his usual sarcastic way.

"That and you're annoying." He stated, a smile pulling at his lips as his blush began to recede. You hummed. "I didn't take you as the romantic type Hawkins."

He leaned closer. "Theres a lot of things you don't know about me y/l/n. Though one thing I can tell about you, is that you've been wanting to dance the entire night but have been too stubborn to ask me." Now, it was your turn to blush as you glared at him. Had you been that obvious? But Jim wasn't deterred.

"Shall we?" He held out a hand, indicating that you take it if you wanted to fulfill your wish to dance.

You pursed your lips, your previous annoyance for him rising to the forefront. You would never call what you felt for Jim hatred, but you wouldn't call it affection either.

But right then, you mused as you took his hand and he led you the dance floor, maybe you could label your feelings for Jim as undetermined.

For the time being.

The dance floor had lost a few dancers as the musicians in the corner prepared to play yet another song. You looked around, feeling a little nervous. It had been awhile since you had danced, and while you had no doubt in your dancing skills, you didn't trust your partner fully.

"You're not going to drop me during a dip or something like that are you?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Jim laughed before shaking his head. "No, I promise I won't."

You frowned, leaning up to press the back of your hand against his forehead. "You're not running a fever are you?" You inquired, feeling your own forehead to compare the temperatures. He flushed at the sensation of her touch against his skin.

"No, why would you ask that?" His questions prompted you to shrug. "Well you're being nice to me, and neither of us have thrown an insult at the other in the last five minutes.

Jim nodded, looking impressed. "Must be a new record for us." He commented to which you laughed softly. "And I'm nice to you because I am a nice guy Y/n." He stated, to which you let out a very unlady-like sound. "Oh please, you've been anything but nice to me since we first met Jim."

Alright so it was strange to call him by his first name, but he had used your first name. And when he had? You had felt a sliver of warmth flicker in your heart. Maybe he would feel the same sensation you did?

Well you were right. At least about the warmth part. And though Jim felt that warmth in his heart, same as you, he also felt it steal across his cheeks.

God! He had never blushed so much in such a short span of time his entire life.

"Well you didn't make it easy now did you? You just had to be a smartass." You smirked. "Better a smartass then an idiot." Jim rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his toned chest. "I don't know, we've both done some pretty idiotic stuff over the years."

The musicians were still tuning and drinking. Apparently it was their break, and while there were several other couples standing around waiting for the dance to begin, your and Jim seemed to be encapsulated in your own little world.

"True, but they've been fun years. Memorable." You stated with a nostalgic smile, thinking back on all the times you had gotten into trouble playing pranks on your rival. "Ones neither of us will be forgetting for a long time." He agreed, matching your smile with his.

Your eyes met his, and you suddenly realized just how much Jim had changed over the years. He had been a little reckless and rebellious in the start, but those traits had toned down over the years. They would never be gone completely, but he had matured, no doubt about that. And not just personality wise, you mused, eyes roving his face, as if you were seeing him for the first time.

He had grown a lot taller the past few years. Taller then you at least, since he was a good head taller then you. And he was handsome, there was no denying that, and kind, given how he had just helped you out of what could've been an ugly situation. Not to mention he was extremely loyal, a trait you had always admired in him despite your rivalry.

Little did you know Jim was thinking along the same criteria. Remembering the day he had met you, and how annoying he had thought you were. With your perfect hair, perfect uniform and perfect scores. Then again his scores had always been perfect too, but he made up for it by being messy and a little rebellious.

You? You were always the picture of perfection. Even so close to graduation, every aspect of your life seemed perfect. From your scores, to your attendance record. Your gorgeous face, and expressive eyes to your hair that always looked so soft that he had to fight the urge to touch it at times.

Though today, he didn't hold back. Raising his hand, he brushed a loose tendril behind your ear, and if his hand lingered a little longer then necessary, and if it brushed against your ear, causing a gentle shudder to race through your body.

Your eyes never wavered, and it looked like he was about to say something.

Just then the music started.

Jim cursed, prompting you to raise an eyebrow at him. "Its a fast jig. I'm not really good with those." You smiled and shook your head. "Thats alright, I can teach you. Its easy."

So saying you quickly placed his hands in the appropriate places, one at your waist, the other holding your own aloft, fingers intertwining togther. As soon as you started moving, Jim cast his eyes downwards, trying his best not to step on your feet.

"Hey!" Your voice compelled him to look up, nearly catching your foot but you gave him a reassuring smile. "Eyes on me. You gotta dance right. Don't worry about my toes, they're made of steel."

He gave a dry laugh, but did as you asked him to. Neither of you looked away from the other, allowing the music from the minstrels and the voices of the singers to overtake all your senses.

You would sometimes tease him for a misstep, he would comment about your being a talented dancer who hid their talent, but there was no malice in your voices. Only playfulness, and dare you think, affection.

The jig began to pick up speed, the footwork getting a little complicated, but the steps were ones that kept repeating over and over, and Jim had always been a fast learner, and he had seen many people dance to this particular song over the years.

So when the part came where he had to twirl you away from him before bringing you back, the move was so effortless and fluid that it looked like you had rehearsed it. Your hair and skirt flew about you as you twirled back into him, your back against his chest, his arms around your body, hands clasped, keeping you close.

You tilted your head, breathless from the dance, your gaze meeting his. Suddenly all that playfulness became charged, and your eyes glimmered with a passion you had never felt before. His lips were so close to your own. To him your lips looked so inviting.

But then the dance continued, and you straightened in his embrace. This time though, this time neither of you spoke. Neither of you looked away as you continued to dance. Hearts beating faster, steps picking up speed, your movements becoming wilder more impassioned.

You twirled away from him, holding one side of your skirt aloft. The song was coming to a close. The last verse had begun, where you would dance around your partner, slow and playful, never breaking eye contact.

And the final chorus? That was the main attraction. Knowing what was to come, Jim braced himself. You took a running start, jumping a little as you neared him to give yourself enough momentum to fly upwards, only to have Jim catch you around your waist, spinning in a fast circle.

A laugh fell from your lips, your arms held aloft at your sides, enjoying the sensation of flying through the air. As Jim began to lower you, your head tilted to look at him once more. Your arms dropped to wrap around his broad shoulders, while his rested around your waist.

The song had ended, the both of you were breathing heavily, twin smiles of jubilation stretching your mouths as the crowd around you roared. It seemed both your dancing had attracted quite the crowd.

And the cheering doubled tenfold when Jim suddenly closed whatever distance was left between the both of you and fused his lips with yours. A moment of disbelief, where your eyes widened almost comically, before closing shut, lips moving as you kissed him back.

It was blissfully sinful, the way he kissed you. You sighed almost dreamily against his lips, allowing your fingers to play with his hair. Jim was no better, he was doing his best not to let his hands explore too much. You were still in public after all.

"What in the furthest reaches of the galaxy is happening here?"

The shrieking voice tore your apart. Extremely reluctantly, you might add as you both turned to glare at Emmy and Lyon in annoyance. Emmy looked like she was about to faint, while Lyon looked utterly bemused.

"We weren't disturbing you while you locked lips, so why're you disturbing us?" You asked, your arms still around Jim's shoulders. Then again his hands still rested on your back, keeping you close.

"Weren't the two of you just at each other's throats?" Lyon asked, blinking stupidly at the two of them. Jim smirked. "Well I can get to her throat again if you prefer. Though not in the same way as before." His words had Emmy squeaking, Lyon gaping, and you rolling your eyes and smacking the back of his head. "Lets not ruin their innocence Jim." You grinned.

"Maybe we should take this someplace private?" You whispered, gesturing between the both of you. "Away from prying eyes." Jim needed no further prompting.

Grasping your hand, he began to lead you out of the tavern. "Don't wait up!" He called out to your two best friends.

"What did I just say about ruining their innocence Hawkins?"

"What? We can always say we just played a game of battleship?"

"Really? That's the euphemism you're using?"

"So long as it clarifies that I'm gonna beat you at whatever we'll be doing."

"What makes you think you're gonna win?"

"I always win."

"Oh, we'll see about that!"

Emmy and Lyon stood blinking in disbelief as you and Jim walked out of the tavern, continuing your arguing.

"Were they talking about having sex, or actually playing Battleship?" Emmy asked, sounding just as bewildered as she looked. Lyon made a face.

"Knowing them, they were actually talking about the latter before moving on to the former."

Emmy shook her head. "Oh, there was nothing in the betting pool for this." She giggled. "Everyone is gonna be so angry."

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Alan Alda Vs. Jamie Farr

Propaganda

Alan Alda - (M*A*S*H) - He is both the saddest wettest little meow meow and your kindly grandfather and your favourite eccentric uncle (mom's side). Somehow it works. Passionate Democrat, feminist, great writer, he and his books are hilarious. Did a cartwheel when he won an Emmy! How he met his wife is the best meet cute of the last two centuries, and they've now been married over 60 years!!!

Jamie Farr - (M*A*S*H) - the way he looks in a dress and the way he was out there doing it and defending it every time someone tried to use it against him, and that when he did stop wearing dresses on mash that it was His choice to but he did keep wearing some bits of jewelry. also straight up just in love with his profile hes one of the first people i remember seeing on tv and being like oh MY nose is like that too so big win for the nose enjoyer community :)

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Alan Alda:

he’s just so good in MASH

he put so much bisexuality into hawkeye i think it fundamentally changed me when i was little and watching mash for the first time. anyway do we all know the story about how he met his wife when they were at a party together and they were the only two people eating the cake that fell on the floor and he fell in love with her over her laugh. i just think hes neat :) i love when theres a strange looking man. also feel it necessary to say that the guy that wrote the book mash was based on wrote himself as hawkeye and HATED alda's hawkeye bc he displayed his morals too much (alda had it in his contract for the show that every episode had to have an operating room scene bc otherwise you arent backdropping the fact that war is Not fun. actually. he almost didnt take the role bc he thought a war comedy would make too much light of the horrors)

please please please use this picture of him, he's so hot in it

His comedic delivery in MASH...

The story of how he met his wife is charming and sweet, and they've now been married 65 years

Just look at him. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen but also he's completely average. He's got a weak jawlines and a round face and these big soft eyes and he's just so beautiful. He's capable of playing a silly charismatic sitcom protagonist in one scene, and a jaded army surgeon haunted by the deaths he's witnessed in the next. He's so hot that my dad once told me he decided to apply to medical school because of how much he was attracted to Hawkeye Pierce. That's literally how I learned that my father was bisexual.

He's also just a really great dude? He's been outspoken about his political beliefs for a long time, and has always been strongly and vocally anti-war, pro-feminist, and pro lgbt. He served a tour in the Korean war, and his experiences there informed his performance in the show. He (and honestly the entire cast, but especially him) really just soared above and beyond the standard for comedies of the day.

He's so funny and his eyes are pretty

He loves and is a champion of science (Source).

Jamie Farr:

[paradiseismine]

After party - Finn Wolfhard x reader

Pairing: Finn Wolfhard x f!reader

Warnings: reader is in the public eye; soft smut (cause, again, Finn is a gentleman); praising; lots of dirty talk; car sex; sex while someone else can hear you (but they can’t see you).

Summary: you were Finn’s plus one on a red carpet for the first time. Heading home with him afterwards, you two are going to have a… Private celebration of your own.

It was the Emmys ceremony. Your first red carpet ever, and Finn’s first red carpet accompanied by his girlfriend: you. He was wearing a fancy black suit by some fancy stylist, and got you a beautiful matching black dress with a high slit that exposed your smooth thigh.

After a ton of pictures at the entrance, you could finally sit down to watch the ceremony and have dinner afterwards. Stranger Things 5 ended up winning the Emmy for Best Drama Series, and you cheered happily for your boyfriend and his cast mates as they got on stage to thank everyone for the prize. It was such a happy evening.

The dinner that followed was delicious and also a great chance to get to know the cast a bit better. Until Finn suddenly gripped your thigh firmly under the table.

- That slit on your dress goes up so high - he whispered to your ear, his hand slowly caressing your skin through the slit. - I’m pretty sure I’ve seen a bunch of guys staring at your legs. I know you’re stunning, but they should know you’re mine.

You bit your lower lip discreetly, you whole body feeling the effects of his touch.

- Finn - you whispered back to his ear, your voice a bit higher than usual. - Don’t touch me like this now… Wait until we’re back at the limo, at least…

- Sure - he agreed, mischievously. - But just until we enter the limo.

The rest of the dinner was good, you were able to keep chatting with some of Finn’s costars and a few other friends, but your mind was still on what could happen afterwards. That boy was such a tease, oh my.

When dinner was over, you two walked up to the limo holding hands. As you entered and Finn shut the car door behind himself, he asked the driver to roll up the partition. You looked at him in a naughty way, already knowing what he was up to. He only promised to keep his hands off of you until you were both in there, of course.

After the partition was up, he spread your legs open gently, making sure you were comfortable with the touch. You grabbed him by the collar of his dress shirt, eager for his lips. His hand was gripping your exposed thigh in a way that made you shiver and moan into the kiss. Your moans have always driven Finn crazy. He groped your ass firmly, his eyes squeezing in delight, to which you moaned loudly in a surprised way. Suddenly, you put your hand over your mouth, remembering that you two weren’t alone in there - the limo wasn’t driving itself, obviously.

- Isn’t the driver going to hear us? - you whispered, a bit embarrassed, loosening his black tie.

- Probably - Finn shrugged, chuckling lightly. - But he’s well paid to keep his mouth shut, don’t worry about him. Focus on us.

He grabbed your chin possessively, leaning in for another passionate kiss. His lips felt like velvet on yours, tasting faintly of red wine, as he was finally old enough to drink at the ceremonial dinner.

- Can I touch you, beautiful? - he asked, the tips of his fingers nearly reaching your underwear.

- Of course, love - you reassured him, breathless.

- Can I tear these off? - he asked again, his voice raspy and sensual as he toyed with your thong. - I need to have you right here, I can’t wait until we get home.

- S-sure babe - you responded, pretty sure you were soaking wet already. He tore off your thong with a single movement, the useless piece of lace now tossed at the limo floor.

His long fingers went straight to your core. He knew exactly what he wanted.

- Ah, you’re so wet - he licked his lips in excitement. - Get on my lap, I need to make you cum. Such a soaking wet pussy needs to cum immediately. - he declared, making you chuckle.

You got on his lap, your back now wrinkling his expensive suit. He used the slit on the dress to expose your thighs and spread your legs across his own.

- Such a good girl - he praised, his lips on your ear, his long fingers now circling your clit slowly. - So pretty and poised for me at the ceremony, so lady-like… Now you can be my naughty little slut again, you can cum on my hand and let out all your pretty moans, my love…

You convulsed slightly on his lap as he continued to touch your drenched pussy, whose wetness made splashy noises that echoed through the entire backseat.

- Finn… - you moaned his name, you mouth agape and your eyes fluttering shut as your climax approached.

- Yes, baby girl, cum for me… I know how to touch you just the way you like, don’t I? You just have to cum, you can’t help it…

You nearly screamed as you came undone under his touch. Your entire body was shaking, squirming, completely wild as your orgasm took over.

- It’s such a shame there’s no mirror on here - Finn cooed to your ear. - You should see how pretty you look while you’re cumming for me.

That dirty mouth was driving you crazy. With his hand still over your pussy, he now took his slick fingers and slowly inserted them into your dripping hole. You could hear Finn pulling air in between his teeth as his fingers were swallowed by your cunt.

- One more time, love? - he said, but you knew it wasn’t a question. Finn absolutely adored getting you to cum multiple times before he even entered you.

His fingers curled inside your soaking wet pussy, finding your g-spot in mere seconds. Massaging your sensitive insides and feeling you clench around his fingers, it’s obvious he couldn’t stay quiet.

- I love seeing you like this - he nibbled on your earlobe. - All spread out for me, moaning my name, desperate for relief… Such a needy little slut.

- Finn, love… - you managed to moan in return. - I’ll…

- Are you gonna cum all over me, baby girl, yeah? Are you gonna make a mess on the backseat with your sweet dripping pussy?

You squirted uncontrollably onto his hand, covering the leather backseat in your arousal, just as he had said. Ugh, he knew you so well. His fingers left your core and met his lips, as Finn loved to taste you after he’d make you cum.

The sight of him sucking off his fingers reminded you of how much you loved to suck his dick. You mouth was watering at the mere thought of having his thick shaft down your throat. You needed him, you needed to please him. Now.

You reached for his belt, trying to unbuckle it in a clumsy way. Finn gently put his right hand over yours.

- Not now, my princess… I’ll have my pleasure once we get home and I tear that dress off your body. - he sounded so feral you could feel some more wetness build up inside you.

You couldn’t wait till you two would finally get home.