#Peephole Reverser

[defensive-tactics]

Safe while traveling. Hotel Safety. Cover the peephhole in the door.

[mannytoodope]

Kramer: Hey. Oh, uh, yeah. Uh, here are your pliers back....Weak hinge.

Elaine: Well, I guess I better go and price fur coats.

Kramer: Oh, go down to 88th Street. They're free.

Elaine: What are you talking about?

Kramer: Well, they're hanging from the trees. You know, Newman found one there yesterday. Man, that guy can climb like a ring-tailed lemur!

Elaine pushing Kramer in her 'get-out!' style.

Elaine: 88th Street? That's where Joe Mayo lives. That's the coat!

Jerry: What was that pop sound?

Kramer: Well, I had some hard candy in there.

[many-shades-of-violence]

what they´re into I Smoker, Crocodile, Shanks

✢ characters: Smoker, Crocodile, Shanks

✢ warnings: nsfw, various kinks (read at your own advise)

Smoker

BDSM: Smoker enjoys engaging in bondage, domination, submission, and masochism. He finds pleasure in being both the dominant and the submissive partner, exploring different power dynamics and experimenting with various restraints and punishments.

Voyeurism: While he would never state it openly, Smoker gets heavily turned on by watching his darling pleasing themselves. Whether it's through peepholes, hidden cameras, or simply observing them right before them, he finds immense pleasure in being an witness to explicit encounters.

Roleplay: Smoker enjoys diving into different roles and fantasies during sexual encounters. From naughty teacher-student scenarios to seductive police officer interrogations, he revels in the excitement of pretending to be someone else and exploring the boundaries of roleplay.

Public Sex: Smoker has a strong exhibitionistic streak and finds the thrill of getting intimate in public places incredibly arousing. From secluded beaches to crowded city streets, he loves the risk of being caught and the adrenaline rush that comes with it.

Sensory Play: Enjoys exploring the sensual side of sex through sensory play. Whether it's using blindfolds, smoke, ice cubes, or hot wax, he delights in heightening his and his partner's sensations, creating a heightened state of pleasure and anticipation.

Crocodile

Domination: Crocodile enjoys taking control and exerting dominance over his partners. He finds pleasure in asserting his power and authority, exploring the boundaries of control and submission in various scenarios.

Watersports: Crocodile has a particular fascination with water play, which maybe resulted from his devil fruit making him weak to any fluids. The warm sensation and the taboo nature of the activity excite him only further, and if his darlins is into, that´s a big plus too.

Sadism: I´m sorry to break it, but Crocodile derives pleasure from inflicting pain on his darling. He enjoys exploring the boundaries of pain and pleasure, utilizing implements such as whips, floggers, or even his own sand-based abilities to deliver intense sensations. However, he would never hurt them intentionally.

Role Reversal: Despite his dominant nature, Crocodile occasionally enjoys relinquishing control and exploring his submissive side. He finds pleasure in being dominated by his partners, allowing them to take charge and fulfill their own desires.

Exhibitionism: Crocodile has a penchant for engaging in sexual acts in public spaces. He enjoys the thrill of being seen by others while he and his partner engage in explicit activities, seeking the adrenaline rush that comes with the risk of being caught.

Shanks

Sensual Massage: Shanks enjoys the art of touch and sensual massages. He finds pleasure in using his skilled hand to explore his partner's body, easing tension, and building up arousal through slow, deliberate strokes.

Roleplay: Shanks has a playful side and enjoys engaging in roleplay scenarios. From seductive pirate captain adventures to romantic rendezvous with a mysterious stranger, he delights in creating immersive fantasies and exploring different characters with his darling.

Oral Fixation: Shanks has a strong oral fixation and finds immense pleasure in oral activities. Whether it's giving or receiving, he revels in the sensations of oral stimulation, using his tongue and lips to bring intense pleasure to his partner.

Threesomes: Shanks isn´t afraid to engage with multiple people in sexual activities. If his darling is into it as well, he would probably ask Mihawk or Beckmann for some assistance.

Outdoor Adventures: Shanks is a lover of nature so you can´t tell me he doesn´t enjoy having sex in outdoor settings. Whether it's on a beach under the moonlight or in the lush greenery of a forest, he finds pleasure in the freedom and connection with nature that outdoor encounters provide.

[reidsqlick]

You’re back.. || (S.R)

The second part of “You’ll be back, right?” — Part One!

pairing(s): Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

summary: he said he’d be back for you, you waited.. he hadn’t shown.. what’ll happen?

warning(s): (MDNI 18+) stress, nausea, self-degradation, skin picking, pet-names, fingering, swearing !! (i believe that’s all..)

word count: 1,8k

‘He had gotten up from the mattress, it springing up due to the loss of his weight. Once he reached the handle of the door you yelled out to him, "You'll be back, right?" your voice drowsy, dripping with tiredness.

He looked back for a moment, smiling softly, "Right."’

—

The room was pale, normal for a hotel room. It was dark, gloomy, very much on the brink of unsettling. You hadn’t quite realized this before.. not really minding the room, it’s average, right? You’ve been on this job to be able to say you’ve been in enough hotel rooms than the average person does in a lifetime, but this room.. it’s different. A pit starts to form in your stomach, a feeling of utter emptiness.

Well.. now it’s different. The obvious lack of your previous partner is enough to make you weak, not that you weren’t already.. but your mental state is becoming ever so fragile by the second. He hadn’t returned. He said he’d be ‘right back’ and truly, an hour and a half doesn’t seem to be ‘right back’ to me.

Reid had always been a man of his word.. in fact, he had promised you he hadn’t wanted to leave, yet the minute he did and got the chance to be stripped of your company, he took it. The pit in your stomach grows. Didn’t he want you as a partner? Didn’t he want what you wanted? Did he lie? Why does he always make you feel like this, one second he likes you, the next he’s gone without a word.

Tears begin to form in the creases of my eyes. Am I truly that naive? So naive I let the man I’d fallen hopelessly for three years ago take my virginity? I had to constantly remind myself not to let myself go, and here I am.. alone in a hotel room miles away from home, hopelessly trying to grip onto a sliver of hope that he’ll return any second.

The sad part is I actually thought he’d be back, I trusted him with my feelings, with my body. My stomach turns, a single tear falling from my eye and burning my skin, like a fire igniting within me… anger? No, not at all anger, but pure regret. I told myself I’d handle myself around guys, especially that one, and I hadn’t. I left myself down. Another tear falls from my glassy eye.

I want to reverse what happened, go back and tell myself that this had to have been another thing for Reid to have against you, another way for him to turn against you, another way to control your feelings in a way that was more than belittling.

I claw at my skin, picking at it, dangerously close to drawing blood, but I don’t care. My stress takes control, my body shaking, my skin an absolute wreck. I need an out, I need to be out. I want to be home.

I feel nauseous.

I’m rocking myself from side to side, a mechanism I’ve had since I was a child. Biting my lip, picking at the skin that surrounds my nails. I feel like a child. I’m so childish. Couldn’t I have denied him? Why do I let him into my heart when all he does is break mine? The pit in my stomach drops, I need to puke.

I crawl out of bed, and run to the bathroom, jerking myself forward, feeling my stomach turn. I hate loving Spencer Reid. It’s a mistake, one I shouldn’t have made, one I poorly made. I need to take it back, I need to leave the team, I need to be home, why did I drink so much?

As I sit there, direly close to puking everywhere, I hear the doorknob rattle, once the person on the other end had realized the door was locked, a knock came seconds later. I pulled myself off of the floor, I’m dizzy. Mental note to self: take medication for this headache.

When I open the door, unaware that it would’ve been smarter to look through the peephole before, it opens to a panting Reid, a concerned look on his face, a sigh of relief leaving his mouth when he saw my face.

He reached his arms out, springing forward to hug me, and he won’t even shake hands with people? His arms on me feel all too familiar, I’m nauseous. I want to push him away, but I need him here, I’m a puddle of nothing without him.

I’m so pathetic, it’s depressing.

I sniffle, having only cried minutes earlier. “Where were you?” I said quietly, almost a whisper. He frowned, keeping his hands steady on my waist “Pretty Girl…” he shook his head at what seemed to be himself, “I’m so sorry. I went to grab clothes for tomorrow so I would be able to stay with you tonight, I didn’t want to leave you alone..” he said, voice cracking.

“I didn’t mean it, I had searched my go bag and couldn’t find anything, I stressed, and that stress led to me being so tired I fell asleep, i didn’t want to leave you, love.. please understand.” You sniffle again, another tear falling from your eye, is he lying? If so, it’s got to be the worst lie he could’ve come up with.

He lifted one of his hands to your face, his thumb wiping away your tears, your cheek felt hot, the same fire from earlier getting hotter. “I waited for you.. you promised you’d be back..” you looked down, not needing to see him right now, it didn’t help your case.

“Angel..” his hand still soft on your face, his touch seemingly healing all that’s wrong. “you’ve got to believe me, I wouldn’t leave you like that, ever. You should’ve came and woke me up.” He shook his head again, “I shouldn’t have even been sleeping, princess.. trust me when I say I didn’t mean this even a little bit.”

You had to tell him you were a virgin, but first you needed to not be standing up, you were already dizzy, and this is the type of conversation you’d sit for. You waddle to your bed slowly, him following suit, once sat he was directly next to you, sitting against the headboard, hand slung around your waist, thumb rubbing circles into your plush skin.

“Reid…” your voice cracked, “I need to tell you something.” He nodded, “Mhm?”. The pit in your stomach returns again, eating you from the inside out. “I’m.. a.. well I was.. a-“ a tear falls down my cheek “virgin.” He’d completely had moved to face you, hand moving to your face to wipe your tears.

“Angel,” he spoke, quieting you when you’d almost interrupted him, “why didn’t you tell me? I.. was I? Too much..?” You giggled foolishly, tears still leaving your eyes, the faint taste of salt now lingering on your lips. “No, not too much.. just.. figured you- should know.”

He smiled softly, moving both of his hands to the side of your face, “Can I kiss you?” He asked, you nodded. “Do we have to go through this again? I’d prefer it if you used your words, Angel.” All that could leave your mouth was a faint “yes,” a whisper, silent consent for him to make his next move.

His mouth was on yours in an instant, his tongue entering your mouth tasted like your tears, making you wince. You melted into the kiss, feeling safe, feeling content.

The kiss had gotten heated quickly, your hips bucking into the air, a faint “please” left your lips. He broke of the kiss, “Hm? Couldn’t hear you, princess..” “Please, I-“ he chuckled, “You?” you looked down.. “I want.. more.. please?” He’d move his hand to your chin, lifting it, enforcing eye contact.

“Your wish is my command, pretty girl.” He smirked, spreading your legs, and reaching under your pajama pants, finding your apparent lack of underwear. “Oh..” he smirked “so wet already, all ready for me, right? No panties.. you wanted this.” His finger ran up your slit “you were waiting for this.” Your head fell back, whimpering his name.

He groaned in appreciation, his hand moving to circle your clit, watching your hips buck, hearing your name fall from your mouth with no remorse, he loves this. He loves you. Always has.. “Feel good, doesn’t it? I’m gonna take care of you, Angel.” More whimpers left your mouth.

He didn’t want to be too harsh on you, he wanted to take care of you, to apologize in the only way he knew. He was good with statistics, talked about them for hours, rambling as much as he could get in a conversation. His feelings? They’ve always been hard for him, he’s best through expressing how he feels physically. This is his way of apologizing, and you knew it without him even telling you.

He stopped his circles to move his fingers down to your aching cunt, it tightening around nothing, you were his favorite sight he’s ever seen by far. “You ready for them, princess?” He asks you, teasing you softly, “y- mhm, mhm yes.” You were essentially incoherent, he understood half of it, and the other half was answered by your body’s reaction to his words.

His fingers entered you slowly, but couldn’t keep that pace for long, watching your face contort under him was something that’s going to be ingrained in his mind for the rest of his life. His pace had sped up fairly quickly, not too fast where it’d hurt, but fast enough to make your legs shake with such ease you didn’t even know how a person could do such things.

You gripped onto the sheets, whimpering incoherently, “I- p- lease… m- fuck.. close…” how he can make you so needy, and get you ever so close in such a short amount of time baffles the both of you, he chucked, moving faster.. anything for you, forever. Your head cocked forward and you had locked eyes with Spencer, “I- Reid.. I’m- c-“ he cut you off, “let go for me baby, please. Let me make this up to you..” he brought his thumb back up to rub small, tight circles, matching the rhythm his fingers had kept.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Your whole body warm, to cold, to hot, shaking like you had just hours before due to him. You had pulled your pajamas back up, and gotten closer to him, needing him.

The pit in your stomach was gone, vanishing without a trace.

“Thank you…” you smiled up at him, snuggling into his chest. He rubbed circles into your waist with his hand, “Anything, Angel. I don’t care what I have to do, but I promise, I’ll make this up. You didn’t deserve any of that, me leaving you? That was cruel, and I’m sorry.” He took a deep breathe, “I’m never going to leave you like that again.”

You spoke up, “Promise? And I mean promise. No empty ones, but ones you’ll stick to.” He smiled to himself, “Promise. I’ll fulfill however many promises it takes to make this one up to you..” you giggled, “I love you.” He whispered, making himself just loud enough so you could hear him, “I love you too.”

The room was livable again, I could breathe. I was relieved, the walls no longer feeling claustrophobic, I guess I won’t leave the team after all… Spencer’s worth waiting for.

A/N: I’m so sorry this is SOOOO bad holy shit but here you guys go i hope uu like it! please, i beg.. tell me how i did or something feedback really helps w stuff like this ��🙏

[boldlyvoid]

Doorstep with Spencer x reader pls pls plss!!

[DOORSTEP] a starter where my muse shows up at your muse's doorstep because they didn't know where else to go (+ REVERSE to reverse)

theres a heavy knocking at her door in the middle of the night. she doesn't think anything of it at first and then the knocking gets more intense, the person's knuckles hit the wood so hard and more frequently, drawing her out of her bed and down the hall to the door.

she peeks out the peephole first and she sees it's spencer. she whips the door open, "what are you doing here? what time is it?"

"i had to see you," he says, almost out of breath. "i had to, I'm sorry."

she pulls him in close, she can tell something's wrong and so she hugs all his worries away. "you're okay, I've got you."

"the victims this time looked just like you," he cries. "i couldn't handle it, i hated this case so much. i kept thinking i'd lose you."

"i'm not going anywhere," she assures him, she rubs his back gently and walks backwards with him. she shuts the door and holds him in the darkness of her apartment.

"i love you," he whispers against her before pressing his lips to her shoulder. "i love you so much."

"i love you too, spence," she can't help but smile.

she grips his hair at the base of his neck and scratches his scalp the way she knows he likes, which draws him out of the crook of her neck to look at her. he instead cups her face in his hands and brings he in for a kiss, then another and another. he smothers her in kisses until she laughs.

"i mean it, i can't lose you," he whispers. "marry me? be with me forever?"

"Spence?" she can't believe it. "really?"

he nods, "it's all i could think about on the way home. I can't lose you, i want forever with you. marry me."

"okay," she agrees, as if she'd ever say no... she's also been thinking about marrying him, just she's imagined it the whole time they've known each other. she loves him more than she could ever express.

she kisses him this time, she kisses him so hard that he's almost knocked back but he gives into it. he breathes her in, deepening the kiss as the two of them walk blindly to her room to show each other just how much they mean it when they say "i love you"

[mvltisstuff]

Hi, I loved you recent fic about reader being Eddies sister, it was amazing.

Can we get a part two with reader and Buck getting to know each other and then eventually dating at the end 🙏

Love your fics keep up the good work.

mr. rager (cont.) - e.b

summary: request

evan buckley x reader

gif from @evanbuckleydaily

a/n: ok so eddie had the spotlight in part one but this is bucks part 🤭 this is a bit of a shorter one but i hope you like it 💗

“eddie,” y/n complained. “i really don’t think i want to start anything-“

“c’mon, he’s nice! i’ve known him for a while i swear he’s a good guy,” eddie attempts to convince y/n again.

“i know, i’ve met him before. i get that you have some weird obsession with him and me but pipe down.”

“alright! i’m just saying he is an option.”

truth? y/n and buck have been going out for weeks. they’ve been hanging out and getting dinner and they actually hit it off. she realized that there’s people out there who understand her. growing up, she felt more alone than anyone. until she found buck and his radiance, he were someone to confide in. buck always was the spotlight of criticism when he was being raised. between his parents and comparisons of him and maddie, it was intolerable, so he left. similar to y/n.

they knew all too well that eddie was trying to get them together, but why not try to mess with him? they figured they wanted to sneak around a bit, act like teenagers again. sure, eddie would be pissed, but y/n was gleaming with buck. buck knew she was different from all of the girls he’s been with. abby, ally, taylor, didn’t have the elements that y/n did when she came into the room. the elements that buck needed.

they were both surprised when the other started spitting out their exact feelings, finishing their sentences like they were a psychic. it was scary at the beginning. y/n figured those issues would eventually crash together, causing damage that couldn’t reverse. she couldn’t bear to lose buck so early on.

as mentioned, they were continuously sneaking around, avoiding eddie and people who could say something. so usually, they were just at buck or y/n’s apartment where no one could bother them. y/n was laying on bucks bed, propped up on her elbows with bucks lips pressed against hers. her hands rubbed against his forearms as his were keeping himself above her, loving on her neck and admiring her lips. they stayed in that position until y/n sat up, running her hands through bucks growing hair and letting them fall to his jaw.

bucks shift had ended a few hours ago, and after long hours of working, he texted y/n, wanting her to come over. so there they were, making out in bucks small apartment.

“when do you have to go to work?”

“don’t worry about it,” buck smiles, continuing to kiss her.

“just wanna know how much time we have,” she smirks and the knocking on bucks front door interrupts them. “clearly not as much as i had hoped.”

“ugh,” buck groans, planting one more quick peck on y/n’s lips before rushing downstairs to peek into the peephole. his heart races when he sees his best friends figure waiting by the door, six-pack in his hand. “shit!”

“what’s wrong-“

“go in the bathroom, it’s your brother!” buck whisper-yells.

“why is he here?” y/n asks, frantically trying to decide what to do.

“i’ll cover for you, just, i’m so sorry,” he stutters and moves to open the door. y/n locks herself in bucks bathroom, standing there until eddie leaves. “uh, hey! what’s up?” he asks awkwardly.

“nothing much… bad time?”

“no! no, you’re good,” buck moves to let eddie in. he’s trying to make it seem less suspicious, so he just decides to let him stop by for a few minutes. “i just woke up anyway.”

“makes sense, your hairs a mess,” eddie says, making bucks eyes widen and run his fingers through it. “relax, buck. what’s got you so on edge?”

“me? i’m fine!”

“alright,” eddie replies, not believing a word of his act. “i was gonna see if y/n was busy, but she didn’t answer her phone.”

“is she at work?”

“no, her shift would have ended a while ago,” eddie tells him. “here, i’m gonna call her again.”

“are you sure?” buck spits. “it’s just, maybe she’s asleep? or out with people? or on a date?”

“c’mon, it’s y/n. i’m just gonna make sure she’s ok,” eddie presses her name on his phone and buck immediately knows his fate. he’s screwed, basically. eddie would be pissed if he found out they didn’t tell him. shouldn’t they have said something sooner? it doesn’t matter now, because he’ll find out anyway. eddie unfortunately notices the distinct ringtone of y/n’s coming from above, on his nightstand. buck tries to cover it up by coughing, but eddie just puts his phone down.

“nice try, buck,” he crosses his arms. “where is my sister?”

“i-i don’t know what you mean-“

“y/n?” eddie shouts, knowing that she’s been hiding in there somewhere. even in the bathroom, she silently curses buck, trying to figure out which part of his brain told him to do this. no turning back now, though. she flicks the lock and pulls the door open, smiling awkwardly as she steps out of the bathroom. “come down here.”

she steps down, carefully incase she has to make a run for it. maybe she should do that anyway, just escape to el paso from the pure embarrassment she feels.

“and how long have you been seeing each other and not telling me?”

“oh, you know just a-“

“four months.” buck speaks, quickly and it’s barely inaudible.

“sorry, did you say four months?” eddie exclaims. “why didn’t you say anything?”

“you had your fair share of sneaking around growing up? i’m a grown woman, i can see whoever i want. and buck is a grown man, he can make his own decisions.”

“i’m not mad, i’ve just been trying to make this work for months!”

“well, congrats,” buck adds. eddie takes a beer from the pack and takes the lid off.

“tía owes me $20,” he adds, taking a sip of the beer.

[fyodoro]

9 with reo fluff please

Prompt 9 | “I’m not here to talk about my feelings.”

Fluff & reverse comfort, mentions of arguments, anxiousness, that’s all i think? wc - 762

800 Follower Event

Reo is a man of his word, no matter the circumstances. And what he said earlier that day?

"I promise I'll be over sometime tonight."

You merely smiled and nodded at his promise, fully believing him. He's never given you a reason not to trust him, so you've never doubted him. Even now, as it's almost the middle of the night and he's still not at your place.

You weren't upset per say, just a little disappointed. But that's to be expected. It's 11pm after all, way past the "tonight" Reo always refers to. You could only frown at his sudden change of mind while checking your notifications for his name. To no avail, there was no sign of it.

Sighing, you typed a quick text letting him know you were heading to bed. Despite trying your best not to make it come off as passive aggressive, it really couldn't be helped. It wasn't intentional in the slightest, merely your emotions taking over.

'im going to bed'

'hope you'll come by tomorrow instead'

You stared at the screen, waiting for the texts to send. To your dismay, they never did. By this point, you were more worried than upset. What if something happened to him? He's well known everywhere and rich, someone might have...

You didn't wanna think about it. Anxiety settled in your stomach, growing more and more panicked by the second at the realization.

Loud thuds could be heard from the doorway, the kind of thuds that sound like... knocking?

At this hour, you could only think of one probability; someone was trying to break in. The logical part of your brain argued, but the creative side was winning over.

"(Name)? If you're still up could you let me in?!" A familiar muffled voice came through the door, the knocking paused a long with it.

You peeped through the peephole, being met with an unkempt mess of purple hair.. Purple hair that you knew all too well, but not the unkempt part. Twisting the doorknob and bracing yourself for the worst, your worry faded at the sight of Reo.

A rather disheveled Reo...

"You actually showed-" You cut yourself off, noticing the miserable expression plastered on his face. "Woah, are you... okay?" You stepped aside, allowing your boyfriend to enter.

He threw his shoes off and stumbled on over to your living room couch, throwing himself on it as soon as it was in range. It was only then realized just how... unkempt he looked. His hair was a complete mess, his cheeks were stained with tears and his clothes were quite disheveled.

"Hey, you never answered my-"

"I'm not here to talk about my feelings." He cut you off.

You crept up to his side, kneeling and placing your arms next to his head, resting yours in your arms. It wasn't a comfortable position, but it was really your only option as Reo was taking up the whole couch.

"But you know you can, right?"

He turned his head over to face you, tired eyes gazing into your worried ones. "It was just another fight with my parents, that's all. They took my phone this time, too. Sorry if you sent me anything..."

His voice was rasp, and you could definitely tell he had been shouting in that fight from that alone. You felt a tad bit guilty for being upset with him earlier after hearing the full story, but you kept it to yourself.

"Do you think you could like... move over? I wanna listen and be comfortable at the same time you know." Your tone was slightly teasing, but not too much that it'd upset Reo any further.

"Just lay on top of me. And I told you, I'm not here to talk about my feelings- I'm here for you."

You stared at him for a moment, slightly irritated at how he was handling his feelings. But alas, there was nothing anyone could do or say to make Reo Mikage change his mind. Moving from the floor to laying on top of him, you had a better idea of how he was feeling from his heartbeat.

"Is this better?" You say, placing your hands on his shoulders and hovering your face above his.

"Much better." He smiled slightly, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your lips.

You pulled away first, grinning at his visibly happier expression. "You feeling any better yet?"

"I'll feel a whole lot better if you could go back to kissing me." He teased, cupping your cheek and leaning in once again.

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[moonlightsdream]

SEINFELD (1989–1998) — 9.12 | The Reverse Peephole

[mutual-monsters]

incorrect scream quotes pt. 3

Stu: I wish there was such thing as a reverse peephole.

Billy: I think that's just called stalking.

[defensive-tactics]

The peephole reverser allows people to look into your room through the peephole.

[mannytoodope]

George: And you threw it out the window?

Elaine: Mm-hmm.

George: God, you're like a rock star.

Elaine: So now Joe Mayo wants me to buy him a new coat.

Jerry: Because you threw it out.

Elaine: No, because I was in charge of the coats. It's... insane.

Jerry: But you did actually throw his coat out the window.

Elaine: But he doesn't know that. As far as he knows, somebody stole it, and that's the person who should be responsible.

Jerry: But that's you.

Elaine: So I guess I'll have to buy him a new coat, even though I don't think I should be held responsible, which I am anyway.

George, taking out his wallet to pay the check.

George: Well, I'm satisfied.

[neongalaxiie]

Request

Hero suddenly has a tail and is trying not to knock things over with it

Villain sat on the couch, cross-legged, and sipped their tea. They flipped to the next page of the book they were reading and set the steaming mug on the coffee table. Outside, the sounds of the city played out, sirens and screams and, tonight, a thundering rain.

Villain was glad they'd stayed in tonight.

There were entirely enraptured in their book as it came to the climax, the big reveal the whole plot had been building up to. Villain bit their bottom lip, unable to suppress their grin.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Villain glanced up from their book, looking out the spotted window of their apartment, and listened. Waiting.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. Villain went back to their book.

The knocking came again, more aggressively this time. Villain sighed, setting the book upside-down on the couch and getting to their feet. They set their sight on the door as they rounded the couch, running a hand through their hair to fix it up a bit. Their hand landed on the doorknob, and Villain stole a quick peek into the peephole. Their eyes widened as they threw open the door.

"Hero?"

Hero gave them a charming smile. "Hey, Villain."

Villain's brows furrowed slightly. The hero was dripping wet, no doubt out fighting crime. The disgustingly vibrant uniform gave it away as well.

But what really caught Villain's attention was the big, sopping tail flicking behind Hero. Catching Villain's gaze and gaping expression, Hero cleared their throat, shaking it out to dry it.

"It's... not so bad. Inconvenient at best. I kinda need your help."

Villain's gaze moved from the spiky tail to the Hero's face, still gaping. "How — who — did this to you?"

Hero shuffled uncomfortably before answering. "You know that inventor guy? Always showing up with some crazy new gadget?"

"Yeah? He did that to you?"

"I got—" Hero turned to clear their throat, despite not needing to. "—nicked. So I didn't turn into a full animal like I'm sure he intended."

Villain took another look at the tail. It started out narrow, but got progressively wider and larger at the end. And it seemed to be in proportion with Hero's height, rising up above their head before curling down. Interesting.

Villain's eyes shifted back to Hero's. "What animal is it supposed to be from anyway?"

"I dunno. A squirrel, I think?"

"Okay...?" Villain narrowed their eyes. "And I'm supposed to help you how?"

"Well," Hero began. "I've just come back from fighting crime with this thing—" Hero gestured to their tail. "—and came to your doorstep of all places, so..." Hero shrugged. "I was hoping you'd have an idea to reverse it."

"Oh, uh." Villain turned to look inside their apartment, remembered their book and cooling tea, and sighed. They turned back to the hero, stepping aside. "Well, I guess you can come in, and we'll talk."

"Really?" Hero's eyes brightened up as they stepped inside. "Oh, bless you, Villain!"

"Pretty sure I'm already damned, but okay," Villain muttered as they shut the door.

Hero's tail took up the whole narrow foyer beyond the door. Villain frowned as Hero flicked their tail and shed hair fur all over the floor.

Flicking the tail also sent a spray splattering onto the walls, floor, and Villain.

It was unfortunate that Villain's apartment was kinda cramped. They were the only one living there, after all, but Hero wasn't being any more careful either. Their attention caught on one of the dressers, and they picked up some of the photographs, admiring them.

The other end of the tail licked the bottom of a hanging painting, and Villain's anxiety spiked as it rocked back and forth.

"Uh, Hero, is it okay if you watch your tail, though? You're gonna break something."

"Hm?" Hero turned, still carrying one of the photos, and their tail swept along with them. It flicked again, unexpectedly, hitting the rest of the photos and sending one of them crashing to the floor. They jumped at the sudden noise and stared at the mess, covering their mouth woth both hands.

Villain sighed, pinching the bridge of their nose. "Just... put down the photos," they ordered, frustrated. "And sit down on the couch. Or don't! You'll get it wet. Just wait over there where there's more room and I'll get some towels."

Hero spun around, facing the couch. Their tail knocked on the dresser again, making them jump away, but nothing else fell. They took some breaths to calm themselves down and headed to the couch, wary of their surroundings.

A book lay upside-down on the couch and Hero stooped down to inspect the cover, then the blurb on the back. Their tail relaxed, settling down on the coffee table, streaking the surface. Another flick sent the mug of tea flying onto the floor with a clatter.

Hero yelped, falling onto the couch. They arose immediately, feeling the wet spot they just created as Villain shouted "What was that?!"

Their tail bristled from the stress. Villain appeared in a doorway, carrying a bunch of towels and surveying the room, noticing the spill. Hero blurted out, "Sorry! I'm sorry, I— I didn't see that on the table." The covered their face in shame, cheeks reddening.

Villain sighed, as if disappointed with a small child. "It's fine. Here, take these. I'll clean up the mess, and then we can talk."

Hero wrapped their tail up in the towels as Villain made quick work of the spill, wiping down the table and floor with a few paper towels. Hero bit their lip as they watched Villain work.

Not before long, Villain settled beside Hero, moving the book away from the damp hero and onto the coffee table. "Alright," they began, steepling their fingers. "Let's get down to business..."

[starcrossed02]

this chapter ends with some kissing, and allusions (??) to sex, but no explicit smut (I still working on some but none of it seems right 😭😭)

"y/n, I, uh, need you, to come over. quick, ok? like really quick, please?" Mickey says and starts to feel slightly embarrassed about having to ask for help. he was a lawyer. he knows how to handle himself, but he just felt terrible that night. scared, alone.

helpless, even.

"Yeah, of course. I'll be there in 5 minutes. what do you need?" you asked, running for your shoes, and grabbing your keys and wallet on the way out.

"I, I uh, would rather, explain it in person, okay?

"Okay, that's fine. do you want me to stay on the line while I'm getting there?" you said, slotting the key into your keyhole. you put your phone into a cup holder, putting it on speaker with the radio volume down and the phone volume up as much as possible. shifting the gear into reverse, you put your right hand on the passenger seat to look behind you. "Yeah, please do. I need to hear your voice right now, y/n" Mick said, he walked towards the couch in the living room, sitting to face the door so he saw you right as you walked in. "Okay, okay that's fine. I'll be there in 5 minutes, alright? it's gonna be okay." you started, trying to convince Mickey, and yourself too. you were worried he wouldn't say what was going on, but with it being over the phone you could understand.

some things were just better said in person.

"thank you, y/n," Mickey says, getting up to check the peephole, and then walking to the pantry to satisfy his hunger. That was when he heard tires on the street, closer and closer. "All alright, I'm outside," you said, locking your car and coming inside. You hung up when you heard him opening the door.

"Hey," you said. you walked inside and put your purse down, turning around, and hugging him.

when he hugged you back, you could tell he was in desperate need of a hug. he buried his face into your neck, smelling your perfume from earlier that morning. he put his arms around your waist, holding onto it for dear life.

"do you want to talk about it?" you said, pulling away slightly, and looking into his eyes. you dragged your hand towards his face, cupping his cheek in your right hand

"not yet, no. but uh, thank you," he said, looking down at you. you could feel his beard on your palm. you kissed him, chaste, yet still passionate.

he looked at your eyes, then flicked to your lips for the smallest millisecond, then leaned in. It was quick, but it was full of love. warmth. care. all you could forever ask for in a man. and tall? he was everything.

after the kiss ended, you ran to his bedroom, grabbing his hand and leading him along.  he smiled at you, making you smile too. his smile was too contagious to not smile 

"sit. the edge of the bed," you said, demanding, but still a slightly playful tone from your previous moments.

he sat, and you straddled his thighs and pushed his chest into the mattress.

if you guys have any constructive criticism, do tell me. I want to be able to write, and write well. especially considering im the only person willing to write for him. at least i havens found anyone else. if you have, do let me know pleaseeee <3333

[neapolitantoebeans]

list of Saw victims from the FBI files from Saw V! (Some are blurry, trying to pause super quick on a tv is hard)

It doesn’t look like they’re really in order based on the movies, but interesting nonetheless

File 1: Cecil Fletcher (the guy who slammed the door on Jill’s stomach causing her miscarriage in Saw IV),

Mark Wilson (the guy that was covered in the flammable gel in the room full of numbers in Saw)

Seth Baxter (the pendulum trap guy from the beginning of Saw V, killed Hoffman’s sister)

File 2: Paul Leahy (the razor wire trap guy from Saw),

Amanda Young (you know who she is ofc),

Donnie Greco (the guy that Amanda killed in her trap to get the key to the Reverse Bear Trap in Saw)

File 3: Adam Stanheight (if you don’t know who Adam is why’re you here tbh),

Lawrence Gordon (my favorite one-footed man),

Zep Hindle (kidnapper of Lawrence’s family, drugged by John, killed by Adam in Saw etcetera)

File 4: Jeff Ridenhour (guy hidden under the red sheet in John’s workshop that David Tapp saved in Saw),

Michael Marks (Death mask guy who had to cut the key out of his eye that was an informant for Eric Matthews in Saw II),

Jonas Singer (guy who was hit in the back of the head with a nail-studded bat in Saw II)

File 5: Xavier Chavez (big buff dude from Saw II),

Laura Hunter (blonde girl who died to the nerve gas house in Saw II),

Gus Colyard (guy who was stupid enough to put his eye up to a peephole in Saw II and got shot in the face)

File 6: Daniel Matthews (son of Eric Matthews, found locked in a safe at the end of Saw II),

Addison Corday (died from the Razor Box trap in Saw II, prostitute in Saw IV that propositioned John),

Obi Tate (helped John kidnap the victims in Saw II, burned to death in a furnace)

[coolcattime]

oooo with the new saw movie coming out, would you be alright with ranking traps? or even characters in the series? the movies in general?

Hi hi hi! I'm super happy to rank off the traps! (See under the read more because it's a long ramble and like descriptions of gore + death because I have an option on death traps).

For characters, I don't think I could do a full ranking but for favourites: I love Amanda and John (so happy to see them getting to be the full main focus of Saw X), I really like Lynn from Saw 3.

So for the traps, I'm ranking each movie's traps individually. I think the list will just turn into a juggle if I tried to do this as an overall ranking.

But also this way I can discuss the traps I have thoughts on (which is less and less the more we great through films, partly from just fatigue)

I took these lists off the wiki, so most of the films are going to have a "this is not a Trap section" because I don't think some of these actually are traps. Also, I'm only ranking the Reserve Bear Trap in the original Saw, if it was in the list for 6 and 3D, it would just win.

Saw:

7: Drill Chair. This feels like an odd trap because like, it feels a lot more like Jigsaw just needed a distraction than he was genuinely testing the guy in the trap.

6: Flammable Jelly. This trap feels like so much. Flammable jelly, broken glass, and poison makes this feel like a bit overkill. I really like the concept, needing to find the combo in a mess of numbers with a time limit, but I do think it could've had maybe one fewer element. Though I do find it honestly hilarious that the guy is in the trap for calling in sick to work when he isn't sick. Like that's just so funny to me.

5: Zep's Test. This gets props for the really awesome end of the film where we get the reveal of John Kramer for the first time and the Hello Zep tape. However it does only work because Zep WANTS to abduct and hold hostage Dr Gordon's family. Like I know that, even by this point, Jigsaw has at least one apprentice and therefore could take Zep out if he didn't, but Zep shouldn't know that and he works in a hospital. Obviously John has been talking with Zep and I'll give him the benefit of the doubt of knowing he was the type of person to go through with the crime, but I still think this "trap" only works because Zep really didn't think of an alternative solution. 

4: Razor Wire Maze. I just think this one is neat. I know people have complaints about the reason for him being in the trap being self-harm, but I think that does work with John's logic (and I also know that in the original script he's there for something else). But this one feels beatable, and if nothing else it was the first.

3: Shotgun Hallway. Is this really a Saw trap? No. Should it be anywhere near this high? No. I just think it's fun. His head exploded.

2: Bathroom Trap. Escape room!!! What's not to love about this? Two guys chained to a wall, a dead body in the middle, and a countdown for one to kill the other. It's fun and that's good because it's the concept for the full movie. I kinda wish the films had stuck more for this formula of the main "trap plot" being mostly a bunch of puzzles with time for the characters to get to know each other (because I think death games are at their best when I care about the people dying).

1: Reverse Bear Trap. Look, it's just awesome okay. I love it. The design is cool. It's very survival but still feels like an actual challenge. There's a reason it got brought back in two other films, and there's a reason it's The Pigs power in Dead by Daylight, it's awesome. 

Saw 2:

Not a Trap: Eric's Test. I don't think sitting and listening for 3 hours is a trap. I do think the whole safe place is in a safe is very funny though. 

7: Electric Staircase. 

6: Magnum Eyehole. No one opens a door with their eye to the peephole. No one should open a door if someone else has their eye to the peephole. I think I can tell what the bullet of a gun looks like when looking into it and stop looking directly into it. 

5: The Furnace. This is where I think the good traps for this film begin. There’s something about this, I just think is interesting. Because you can get an antidote for free, no strings attached, it’s only the second one that even activates the trap. Right at the start of the film, someone could’ve been totally good with the nerve gas, but he just had to go reaching for the second one before passing out the first. Also, it feels beatable, which is always good.

4: Antidote Safe. Now this is how you do a psychological trap. Because this requires 0 murder, they could all get the numbers without anyone dying and then they have an antidote. But after losing 3 already (and a 4th while he's getting everyone's numbers) Xavier just decides to kill rather than, I assume, possibly being forced to fight over it. 

3: Razor Box. I think this is a really interesting idea. It feels simple, it feels beatable. Like even with both hands through, if Alison was taller (or someone else helped) then she probably could’ve got out okay.

2: Death Mask. aka the Venus Flytrap. I have never heard this called anything but the Venus Flytrap and I’m confused why the Saw wiki has given the page title a worse name. I just like this trap. Nothing wrong with a good death mask. (Guy definitely should’ve survived… like dude you’re eye is fucked anyway, get that key).

1: Needle Pit. I think the Needle Pit is so horrifying considering it’s also the only non-lethal trap in the series. Like it’s painful and terrifying (made worse knowing they had to halt filming because they dropped real needles in there by accident). It is truly awesome to watch Amanda just fucking dig through needles and seriously I cannot believe that Xavier drops the damn key.

Saw 3:

Not a Trap: Jeff's Trial & Jeff's Final Test & Amanda's Test

6: Pig Vat. I’ll be honest, I don’t mind the price of saving the judge being psychological rather than a physical toll on Jeff. I just, I don’t care about Jeff. To be fully honest, I’m not a big fan of the trap plots where it’s “here is one person who has to save everyone else” because it kinda takes the will to survive element out of it. A lot of this film’s trap plot kinda boils down to Jeff yells at a person before deciding to help, which I’m not a fan of and beyond that element I find this trap more gross than scary (and note, I fear drowning, I just can’t get my brain past rotting pig juice to find that bit scary).

5: Classroom Trap. Unbeatable and lacks any aesthetic I find cool enough to forgive that factor.

4: Freezer Room. Similar issues to the Pig Vat, but I guess I find the concept of freezing to death actually scary. 

3: Angel Trap. I know this is also unbeatable, but there’s something about this one that I just find pleasing. Even the crew call it elegant. Like if you’re going to make unbeatable traps, make them cool. 

2: The Rack. It’s cool, it’s so extremely painful, it’s Jigsaw’s favourite for a reason!

1: Shotgun Collar. I know logically this shouldn’t be my top trap for the film… but death collar!!! I have my likes for death game tropes, and death collars are high up there. It’s big and bunky which I don’t think I’ve seen any other death collar be and it definitely feels like it could’ve done the damage it eventually does to Lynn. The connection to John’s heartbeat is great, and allows for the twist when Jeff kills him. And, while I think there’s a deleted scene where it’s shown that Amanda’s key doesn’t actually unlock the collar, the idea of the key being in such close reach but completely inaccessible is great.

Saw 4:

Not a trap: Riggs Trial & Hoffman's Test (how is Hoffman’s Test listed under Saw 4 when it takes until Saw 6 for anything to actually come of it??)

8: Perez and Strahms Trial. I counted this as a trap only because a puppet exploded in Perez’s face and that wasn’t listed as an individual trap. I have no real thoughts about the exploding puppet other than why would you put your head closer??

7: Spine Cutters. We do not get to see what this trap does. That’s just kinda lame. I’m also a little unsure why he didn’t go to someone about the death trap when he clearly could walk around outside and had access to the police (sure knock out Rigg rather than tell him about the death trap), but I’ll just guess that he knew Hoffman was in on it?

6: Knife Chair. I honestly think the Knife Chair is meant to be a little bad. Like it’s John’s first trap… I think (the timeline kinda gets messier with Jigsaw). I will say, it literally falling apart, and John dodging his attack after so he just ends up in razor wire is funny, but it’s not a good trap.

5: Spike Trap. I’m not the biggest fan of contest traps. Like I don’t mind this one, I don’t particularly want an abuser to live, but it always feels a bit lame to see a trap set up as only one person having a chance.

4: Scalping Seat. A cool trap, even if I don’t think it would work realistically. I wish that it wasn’t reliant on Rigg saving her, but it also wouldn’t have set off if Rigg hadn’t activated it. So it’s kinda a mix. 

3: Ice Block Trap.

2: Mausoleum Trap. 

1: Bedroom Trap.

Saw 5:

I really like the core concept of the trap point of Saw 5 with the idea that everyone would have survived if they just worked together. That feels right. It is genuinely a really cool idea.

Not a Trap: Fatal Five Trial

8: Ceiling Jars

7: Shotgun Chair. This is genuinely so disappointing as a meeting for John and Hoffman. Like all the cool traps it could’ve been, it’s just a shotgun pointed at Hoffman.

6: Electric Bathtub

5: Water Cube

4: Pendulum Trap

3: Neck Tie Trap

2: 10 Pints of Sacrifice

1: Glass Coffin. I really really like the fact that Saw went for the walls closing up, you’re gonna get crushed and then they actually crushed the person. Especially since that was their idea because the first one was too hard to film. Like being crushed is an absolutely horrifying way to die, and I think it's awesome to see in one of these films.

Saw 6:

Not a Trap: Williams Trial

7: Explosion Bracelet

6: Oxygen Crusher

5: Pound of Flesh

4: Steam Maze

3: Shotgun Carousel

2: The Gallows. Maybe I like this one because it reminds me of the Ashley Josh trap from Until Dawn, but I do really like these kind of traps, despite how I still think that contest traps are a little lame (god I need to get back to Mianite Until Dawn at some point [because I planned so much I just like need the energy to watch the game while I write], or like… right a version of a scene where someone needs to pick between two people because I love the concept).

1: Acid Room. …I can’t get over Rodrick killing a dude okay. “You killed my dad, you son of a bitch” will forever be in my head. It is also thematic that the man who chose if other people’s get to live would be saved doesn’t get to save his own, even if it does seem a little against the Jigsaw to not prove your own will to survive.

Saw 3d:

Not a Trap: Pain Train (It was in a dream, it wasn't real and if was was real it would probably go between Lawnmower Trap and Hangman’s Noose), Bobby's Trial

11: Brazen Bull. Fuck this trap. Fuck killing a nice woman that did literally nothing wrong cause her husband is a con artist. This movie would’ve been 100% better if Joyce had been in zero danger and the threat to Bobby was being revealed to her as a con artist.

10: Suspended Cage

9: Cyanide Box & Sentry Gun

7: Wisdom Teeth Combination

6: Lawnmower Trap. This trap is less realistic than the one that literally takes place in a dream. How did they get up there? How did the survivor get down? The movie doesn’t care.

5: Hangman's Noose

4: Impalement Wheel

3: Public Execution. This is the one trap I think would work better than the original if it was set in a modern setting. Like put a couple of influencers in there and you got an actual good excuse for why it’s public.

2: Silence Circle

1: Horsepower Trap

Jigsaw:

Not a Trap: The Murders Trial

8: Edgar Munsen's Test

7: Leg Wires & Grain Silo Trap

5: Laser Collars

4: Chain Hangers. This trap I really think would benefit from the person being affected alone rather than the whole group dying. The idea that you can live super easily if you admit to the petty amount you stole that cost someone their live is so compelling, but it killing the whole group if she doesn’t admit it is just kinda ehh

3: Cycle Trap

2: Bucket Room

1: Shotgun Keys. We got to the pun! “This is your key to freedom” Yes! I love that they both could have survived and I love that John directly told them how. 

Spiral:

I haven’t watched Spiral. My best friend (who was the one that turned me onto the series, really likes it and wants to watch it together, which we just haven’t done yet). So this is done on vibes.

6: Ezekiel Banks Test

5: Glass Grinder

4: Wax Trap

3: Marcus Banks Test

2: Subway Trap

1: Finger Trap

[nicnacsnonsense]

Hey so, what’s up with this camera angle?

During this scene most of the shots are either close up on Ed’s face from over Stede’s shoulder or a close up on Stede’s face more or less from over Ed’s shoulder; standard shot-reverse shot fare. We also get one shot looking down on Ed from the ceiling, which establishes the bathroom space and serves to make Ed looks small, one shot where we’re seeing Ed reflected in a mirror, which @batsarebetterthanpeople made a meta about already, and four shots from this angle, with the view partially obscured by something unidentified and that cannot be seen in the one wide shot.

Two of the shots from this angle are just of Ed flinching as Stede knocks on the door and take place immediately before and after the flashback of his dad throwing the plate. The one shot pictured above is as Ed is saying the line “If I’m honest, I haven’t killed another person since.” And the final shot is the one where Stede reaches out to touch Ed’s shoulder and Ed rests his head against Stede’s hand.

Looking at the shot, I can’t help but think that it kind of looks like we’re watching them from the POV of someone spying on them through a peephole of some kind. And it’s possible that’s meant to give the vibe that we as the viewers are spying in on this incredibly important and intimate moment; sort of making it feel more private by making us feel like we’re not supposed to be here. But if it’s not supposed to be us… who the fuck is spying on them?