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Assistance

Bud Cooper x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 17: Frottage

Summary: You run into Bud in a storage room.

A/N: Thank you so much @thexsanctuaryx for beating and saving me as always!

Warnings: Swearing, grinding, coming in pants, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 852

You tut, swearing under your breath as you look for the damn file. 

This whole storage room needed a complete resort and structure, because now all that was happening was files being flung anywhere with absolutely no system or structure at all. And there was no way to find fucking anything. 

Mr. Peterson needed the Samson case file, he had needed it a good twenty minutes ago. Luckily, he was a nice guy. Late fifties, had been in the insurance business for a long time. He knew how bad the storage room was and had given you an apologetic smile when he’d asked. You definitely had a stroke of good luck when you’d started and been assigned the personal assistant to him. 

The door to the cramped room opens and you turn your head, expecting to greet one of the other assistants who had been sent on a fool's errand. 

But instead you see Bud. 

“Hello, Mr. Cooper.” You manage to say it completely calmly and professionally. 

He grins, wolfish as he steps inside and closes the door. “Good morning.” He nods his head to you as he walks around, pretending to look for a file. 

He comes to a stop right behind you, purposefully just pressing his chest against your back. He leans forward, pushing you closer to the shelves. “Oh, sorry, my file is right there.” He mutters in your ear, his voice low and thick.

You give him a glare. “It fucking is not.” 

Bud snorts, pressing his mouth against your neck. “I’m trying to seduce you here.” 

You bite back a laugh. “Try harder then.” 

He kisses your jaw and cheek, one hand on your hip as he gently turns you around to face him. “Why didn’t you let me drive you in this morning?” He smiles.

“I wanted to get in early.” You lie.

“Liar.”

Fuck him. But you smile. “I didn’t want you to drive me in.” 

He nods, “You didn’t want people to see.”

“People talk.”

“So let them.” 

You pull a face. “It’s easier for you, no one’ll care that you’re fucking an assistant. I’ll get all the spite for sleeping over at a guy’s house I’m not married to.” 

“Let’s get married then,” Bud says simply.

You playfully wack his arm and he grins. 

“What? You turning me down?” He pretends to pout as he moves closer, pressing his body against yours. 

“You’re terrible.”

“You love it.” He gives you a soft kiss as he gently presses one leg between yours. 

“Bud…”

“Hmm?” He gives you an innocent look as he moves his other leg between yours as well, both of his hands rubbing your hips. 

“I’m not going to fuck you in the storage room.” You try to inject some strictness into your voice, but your amusement is all too clear. 

“I’m not trying to fuck you baby…” He gives you the sweetest smile. “I’m gonna make you come though.” 

He rocks his hips forward languidly, grinding his hard cock against your core. You gasp, grabbing hold of his biceps as he moves and mouths at your neck. 

You bite your lip, trying not to whine as he presses wonderfully. “You get horny a lot at work, huh?” You tease.

“Oh, I’ve been rock hard since I woke up in an empty bed this morning.” He groans in your ear. “Which is someone’s fault, isn’t it?” He moves particularly slowly, teasing you perfectly with his pulsing length and hooks his hand under your left knee to hike your leg onto his hip.

“Your own.” You manage to stammer out.

He pokes out his bottom lip, giving you a look before he leans forward and licks into your mouth. 

You move with him, sucking on his tongue as he rocks and grinds. His little pants build, his fingers digging into your sides as you both build in a delicious rhythm. 

His heavy cock rubs perfectly against your clit, he knows your body like second nature now, knows how to hurtle you towards completion. There’s not enough time here to truly take you apart slowly, like he wants. 

You whine, gasping against his lips as he squeezes your breast lightly, pinching your nipple and groaning at your reaction. His eyes are lidded, hazy, his mouth parted as if he were trying to swallow down your sounds. 

Another roll of his hips is all it takes and you’re coming hard. The sensation robs you of thought as pleasure is pulled from your bones expertly and with little of your say in the matter. 

You just about manage to bite back your moans as Bud kisses you messily, using your lips to muffle his own cries of pleasure as he comes in his pants. 

He breathes hard and then laughs. “Shit.” 

“What?” You grin.

“I wasn’t planning on… you know… finishing myself.” 

You snort. “You made a mess huh?” 

He nods, pressing his forehead to yours. “Yeah.”

“Well,” you disentangle yourself from his arms and drop down to your knees, looking up at him with your hands on his fly. “Let me help you with that?” 

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Fate Takes It All

Bud Cooper x Reader

Modern!AU

Inspired by @brandyllyn work.

Warning: mention of insurance scams, death, smut and blackmail

Summary: After the death of your grandma you are to inherit as she stated in her will. However, when you get a stranger knocking on your door, it looks like your grandma had secrets of her own.

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"Ma'am, my name is Bud Cooper, I come from Limitless Insurance regarding your grandmother's will." the man in front of your door looked too handsome to be true.

This looked like some of the porn you might watch when you want to get cheesy. 

"Um, come on in." you allowed him into your small apartment, guiding him to your dining table. "Anything to drink? Coffee or tea?"

"I'll take some water please, if you have sparkling."

"Of course." you headed to the kitchen to get him a glass as you watched him from the corner of your eye. He got some papers out of his suitcase and sat down.

You sat across from him.

"First of all, Ma'am, I'm truly sorry for your loss."

"Thank you. Please excuse my boldness but, why are you here exactly?"

"You see, I went over your grandmother's will and insurance policy. She had a very basic plan, if you will. A cheap one. And yet, as it was determined, you are to receive 5 million due to her death."

"S-sorry. F-f-five... million?" you whispered the last part and he simply nodded. You nearly fell down from the chair.

"My job at Limitless Insurance is to look into these kind of contracts, I received it after the amount was determined and I found the amount strange. Your grandmother passed due to her age. She wasn't sick, she had no illnesses, from our data, she was very fit for her age. So, excuse me, but I found it strange. How can an amount as big as that, come after such a simple plan and contract? I had a look and your grandmother had a closure."

You looked at him, almost breathless as you waited for him to explain.

It made no sense.

She never mentioned anything about insurance.

"Her closure was in the event of death before her 80th birthday. The amount was determined because of that."

"It makes no sense. Why would my grandmother have something like that? Why would it be... good for your company?"

"Those were my exact questions. The man who prepared and got the contract approved, James McDrown, an insurance salesman who had been with the company for a long long time. He passed after a car accident just two months ago."

"What are you saying Mr Cooper?" you searched his eyes.

"I found out that your grandmother and Mr McDrown have been in a romantic relationship. I believe he prepared the contract for her with such a favourable amount because of that. I have proof of their messages." you frowned your eyebrows.

"What do you want Mr Cooper?"

"Half. And I won't release the information about the scam your grandmother and James pulled on the company. Now I'm sure you know how it would end if it got out. Big lawsuit." You looked at your hands on the table.

"But you see, Mr Cooper, the closure you mentioned had been signed by Limitless Insurance. Meaning, that even IF what Granny and James did is... not the right thing, it was approved and it is in full effect. So, tell me, Mr Cooper, why would I give anything to you exactly?" you smiled at him and watched as his eyes widened. "I assume your next step would be to prove my grandmother's death was not due to age. But let me remind you once more of the closure. More specifically, the last sentence." you pointed at the paper and looked into his eyes. "Even in the event of suicide." 

A heavy silence fell in the room.

"So, I ask once more, Mr Cooper from Limitless Insurance, what do you want?" you watched as he swallowed. 

"It seems I walked right into the claws of the dragon. How could I escape?" you loved his panic.

"I have been thinking of getting a life insurance myself. Would you perhaps be able to help me?"

"I-"

"But I have also been thinking, I could use some company, I believe you could be a good... cure for my loneliness."

"Ma'am... It seems like I have made a big mistake."

"Just as you said, Mr Cooper, you walked right into my claws."

"Is this what your late grandmother did to James?"

"Don't underestimate my Grandfather, Mr Cooper." Bud looked behind you at the cabinet and saw the photos. Photos of a young girl with the insurance salesman. "My grandmother once told me that a handsome insurance man would come knocking on my door. She said he would be mine and mine alone. Now I believe you are the insurance man I heard about since I was a child. So, we can start with a simple date. I can be quite sweet despite my... sassiness."

Who was he to lie and say he didn't like the idea? 

Who was he to say he wasn't staring at you as you poured the water for him? 

Who was he to say his cock didn't get hard just by the way you smiled at him? 

A wicked smile, but it made his blood rush into one place only. 

"I believe Ma'am, I have fallen into the traps of a spider, a black widow. And I rather not escape. So, we should go out for dinner? I can wait for you to get ready." 

"Perfect! Give me about 30 minutes." he simply nodded.

Who was he to stand in the way of fate?

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#62 Suburbicon

Los Lodge son una familia compuesta por el padre Gardner Lodge (Matt Damon), la madre Rose Lodge (Julianne Moore) y su hijo Nicky (Noah Jupe) que tienen que vivir con la hermana de la madre Margaret (Julianne Moore), ya que está se quedó postrada en una silla de ruedas, después de un accidente de tráfico, y necesita ayuda.

En Suburbicon se muda la familia Mayers, compuesta por el padre, la madre y su hijo Andy (Tony Espinosa), todos los vecinos están alborotados con la llegada de estos nuevos vecinos de color, ya que se trataba de una comunidad caucásica y anclada en los 60 no dispuesta a compartir sus espacios con personas que consideran inferiores a ellos, es por esto que a lo largo de todos los acontecimientos del film de forma paralela los Mayers sufren el acoso, abuso y prejuicios de sus vecinos de Suburbicon.

Nicky no es un niño con muchos amigos, es retraído y solitario, por eso cuando aparece Andy, y la tía Margaret le obliga a ir a jugar con él al beisbol, no lo sabe, pero le está haciendo un favor.

Una noche dos desconocidos se cuelan en la casa de los Lodge para robar, los bajan a todos a la cocina, los atan a la silla y los colocan en círculo alrededor de la mesa, después les duerme con cloroformo. Cuando despiertan en el Hospital, Nicky puede ver a su madre Rose muy enferma utilizando una máquina para respirar, poco después acaba muriendo por una ingesta abusiva de cloroformo. Los Lodge denuncian a la policía los hechos y Margaret se muda definitivamente a la casa.

Nicholas se siente muy abrumado y triste por lo que le pasa a su madre, y no puede entender por qué todos le dan el pésame y asocian, de alguna forma, que lo ocurrido con su madre tiene que ver con la llegada de los Mayers, aunque los ladrones eran blancos.

Por ello, cuando la policía llama a su padre y a su tía para hacer una rueda de reconocimiento para asegurarse si están los ladrones o no, decide colarse y se queda de piedra cuando, pese a que están ahí, ni su tía ni su padre parecen reconocerlos.

El niño se queda helado y no quiere hablar hasta que su padre llama a la puerta de su habitación y decide confrontarle preguntándole que porque ni él ni la tía Maggie han reconocido a esos hombres, su padre muy serio le responde que no sabe a quién cree que ha visto, pero que aquellos no eran los hombres, aun así Nick no se queda muy seguro de los sucedido, y siguen adelante.

Los ladrones ven al niño y le dan una paliza a Gardner para que les pague y para que tome medidas con el niño, a la vez que un investigador del seguro va a casa a hablar con Margaret para decirle que sabe que mantiene una relación con el padre de Nick y que la muerte de Rose ha sido pactada y, por supuesto, se quiere llevar tajada.

Nick pilla a Margarert y Gardner manteniendo relaciones y lo entiende todo, sabe que si no se calla y apoya la versión de los dos adultos acabarán con él como hicieron con su madre, y no se equivoca. Margaret envenena al investigador del seguro y entre los dos deciden acabar con la vida de Nick, pero antes de que pueda hacerlo, uno de los ladrones se cuela en la casa y asesinan a Mitch, el tío de Nick y hermano de Rose y Maggie, que había ido a salvar a Nick, y a la propia Rose.

Nick y Gardner se sientan frente a frente en la mesa de la cocina, y el padre se come un sandwich con un vaso de leche, que le había hecho Maggie a Nick. El padre amenaza al niño con que guarde silencio ahora que han perdido a todos los miembros de su familia y se han quedado solos el uno con el otro. Nick no quiere, pero es demasiado joven para defenderse y ya no tiene a su tío Mitch para que se ponga de su lado, por lo que acepta a regañadientes.

Lo que ninguno de los dos se espera es que Maggie antes de morir envenena el sandwich y la leche que había preparado para Nick, esperando quitarse al crío de encima y vivir su aventura de amor con su cuñado de forma libre. Por lo que Gardner muere delante de Nick y este se siente aliviado y liberado. Por fin todos sus problemas se han terminado.

Lo mismo ocurre con los Mayer, se quedan en la casa y siguen siendo vecinos de los Lodge, por lo que cuando se hace de día Nick sale a jugar con Andy al beisbol.

"Algo confusa al principio, no entiendes muy bien lo gratuito de la muerte de Rose, pero luego todo se va hilando. Entretenida por la trama y por como un padre puede ser tan egoísta respecto a la vida de su hijo.

Por otro lado, no entiendo muy bien la metáfora de la familia, de la casa de al lado y todo lo que les molestan y juzgan, temiendo que eso escale y existan los matrimonios interraciales. Supongo que es el contrapunto de que la familia más blanca y convencional puede ser la más peligrosa."

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Office Playboy

Bud Cooper x f!Reader

Warnings: male masturbation, daddy kink 18+

About 1.5k words

I sent this ask to @budcooper​ and decided to write a little something because niche characters fics are hard to find

“Mr. Cooper?” At the sound of his secretary’s voice, Bud raised his head from the document he was reading. His desk was littered with papers and pens and empty coffee mugs. “It’s almost noon, do you mind if I take my lunch break now, boss?”

“Noon, already?” He leaned back in his comfortable leather desk chair and cast a glance at the clock above the door. “Sure thing, honey. Have a good one.” He tossed his glasses on the desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose where a tension headache was forming. “Close the door behind you, would’ya.”

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First Of Many

Bud Cooper x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Kinktober 2023 Masterlist • Day 30: Cunnilingus 

Summary: Bud forgot a file at work, you take a trip to bring it to him.

A/N: This was meant to be for kinktober 2023 (I'm so sorry). This is so badly not beta read, I cannot stress. I am cutting this one so fine timewise.

Warnings: reader works with Bud, kissing, oral, not beta read, please let me know if I have missed a warning!

Word Count: 1713

You race down the pavement, rain soaking into your skin. You’re practically a drowned rat at this point, sodden and cold. 

You have the case file wrapped tightly to your chest, under your coat and thankfully in a metal carry case - safe from the rain. 

Bud had forgotten it when he’d left, you knew he’d need it for Monday morning and probably wouldn’t even notice he hadn’t picked it up over the weekend. Not that the offices would be open even if he did. 

So, with your boss’s permission, you’d looked up Bud’s home address and made your way. It hadn’t been raining when you got on the bus, but when you got off the storm clouds had been looming. 

Finally, you reach his house. His car is parked in the drive, which is a small mercy. At least you know he’s in. 

You duck under the shelter of his porch and ring the bell.

He's surprised when he opens the door to you, but he smiles. And it's utterly disarming. 

“Hi, erm, I, so, you left…” All the practised sentences you'd gone over in your mind on the way here fall out of your head the instant you need them. “Here.” You hold out the metal case file and quickly realise he has no idea what's inside. “I…” 

“Come in, come in, my god, you're soaked.” He ushers you inside, giving you a sympathetic look. 

“I don't want to be any trouble-”

“No trouble at all.” He closes the door and turns to you. It's upsetting how good he looks out of his work clothes, part of you hoped that his allure was just from the pressed suit and ties he wore. But it seemed you were down bad. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure, and to your obvious distress?” He smiles as he talks and you get lost in the expression for a moment. 

“Distress?” 

“You racing through a storm?” 

“Oh… you forgot, erm, the Brandle File.” you hold up the box again, your hands shaking slightly from the cold. Rain water drips from your clothing onto his clean carpet and you wince. “I asked Mr Johnson, he gave me permission to drop it by, I know it's not professional, I don't mean to barge into your home and-”

“Hey, hey,” He looks at you warmly as he takes the box from you and puts it on the floor. His fingers brush yours and he hisses, “You're freezing!”

“I'm sorry.”

He tuts. “Don't be sorry, you'll catch your death.” He gives you an apologetic look, “all this because I haven't got my head screwed on right.” 

“N-”

“I'm not taking any excuses from you for my behaviour.” He grins. “Now I'm being a terrible host.”

He ushers you upstairs and to the bathroom, handing you a laundry basket  towel and dressing down. “Take a hot shower and bring your clothes down in the basket, I'll get them washed and dried for you.” 

“Mr Cooper-”

“Bud.”

“Bud, I-”

“I'm not taking no for an answer sweet pea.” He smiles and leaves the room. 

You sigh and stare at the full basket in your hands. It's not really like you have much of a choice.

“Use my soap if you want to!” He calls out halfway down the stairs.

The shower is wonderful, warm and soothing, and when you're done you ring out your work clothes as best you can before you put them in the basket. 

The towel dressing gown is massive, it could easily fit 4 Bud's inside standing side to side, and still have room for more. It's soft and warm, and there are a pair of warm socks rolled up inside it. You put those on as well. 

You hang your towel up on the side, and panically try to make sure you've put everything back in the exact place it was before you head downstairs.

It's only when your foot is on the first step that your anxiety bubbles up, nearly paralysing you. You're naked under the dressing gown. In his house. You double check the tie around your waist, making sure everything is secure. 

He’s in the kitchen, bent down checking something in the oven so you have a first seat view of his ass. 

God was teasing you.

“Erm, I,” 

Bud spins around, still all smiles, he’s got an apron on over his house clothes that has ‘kiss the cook’ printed on it in fancy lettering. “I’ll take those, get them washed and dried for you.”

“Oh, you don’t have to.” You hate how timidly your voice comes out.

He waves a dismissive hand at you before he takes the basket. “It’s the least I can do, would you like to stay for dinner? There’s more than enough, I’ll drive you home after.” He pauses, “Not that I’m insisting on you staying, you’re more than welcome to keep the dressing gown and I’ll take you home right now.” 

“No, I,” you smile a little bashfully. “Are you sure I’m not imposing?” 

He shakes his head happily and busies himself by sitting you down in the living room with a hot drink before he goes to the laundry room. You have to practically beg him to make Bud stop from hunting down the spare portable heater for you. 

You have a sneaky look around the room while he’s gone, just out of interest. There are a few photos, friends and family, a couple of small knick knacks. 

You smile at him when he comes back in the room, “You have a lovely house.”

“Ah,” he shakes his head, “It’s not very homely. Needs some care.” He taps the door frame affectionately. 

“Well, I think it’s lovely.” He puffs his chest out a little. “Thank you.” He takes a few steps closer to you, “Oh that’s Frank, he’s an old friend.” He points to the photo you were looking at. “Fishing trip last year.”

“You like fishing?” 

“Hate it,” he chuckles, “Frank loves it, I think you can see by my face there, I’m not a fan.” 

You giggle. 

“I mean, I like the beer, and the talking and the peace and quiet, but it was fucking freezing there even though it was the middle of May. I nearly lost toes to frostbite.” He pauses, admiring your smiling face. “Thank you for bringing the file, you’re too sweet.”

“Oh,” you shrug. “It’s nothing.”

“I don’t think so, I don’t know anyone else that would do that for their boss, let alone for someone that isn’t your boss.” 

You shift a little, biting your lip, trying not to let your embarrassment bubble up and overwhelm you completely. “Well…” 

“I think…” Bud smiles, lightly touching your cheek and titling your head up so that you meet his gaze. “You might have a soft spot for me?” 

You freeze, unable to look away from his soft eyes. 

“I know I’ve got one for you.” He breathes, leaning a fraction closer. “Do you think I could try a little something, just to make it up to you? Repay you for the favour?” 

“I…” You swallow. “It was no problem…”

“Please?” He smiles sweetly, you didn’t notice him take a step nearer, but you moan softly when he presses his lips to yours and groans. 

It barely takes a moment before he’s licking into your mouth and walking you backwards to the sofa. 

He presses you down gently before he climbs on top of you, kissing you senseless. It’s like he’s everywhere, all at once, stroking and sighing as you lean closer and wrap your arms around him. 

His fingers trail down, then up your legs, lightly pushing the dressing gown higher. He breaks the kiss, breathing hard. “Can I?” He asks softly, once more looking at you with those heartbreaker eyes. 

You nod, not trusting your voice. Part of you is so sure you shouldn’t be doing this, but the other doesn’t give a single fuck. 

He grins happily, scooting down and pushing your clothing higher, and up to your hips. Anxiety begins to swirl and settle, but Bud groans, his eyes rolling back for a second. 

“Fuck me, if this isn’t the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.” He licks his bottom lip before he dips down, his warm hands pulling your right thigh onto his shoulder. 

You gasp as his mouth touches you and grab at the cushions as he places a soft, light kiss to your clit before he flicks out his tongue. 

“Taste so good too.” He mutters, lightheaded. Something about the taste of his own soap mixed with your skin is driving him crazy. He laps again, a long slow lick through your folds that he savours while he pushes at his hardening cock with the heel of his hand. 

The little whimper that escapes your throat makes him feral, makes him want to push and push until all he is pulling from you is those sounds. 

He moans happily, watching you with lidding, hazy eyes as he licks, flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue after every swipe. 

“Fuck,” you squirm, breathing hard and trying to get closer to the sweet warmth of his mouth. He grins, pressing closer to you and kneading the back of your thighs with his hands pushing you up and nearer, letting you rock and ride exactly how you want to. 

“Bud, please,” your toes curl, pleasure shivering along your limbs, mixing with the pent up anxiety to hurtle you towards your peak. 

He moans against you, the vibrations running up your nerves. Your legs part to shake, moving without your control as the sensation builds and builds and builds. You throw your head back, your spine arching as pleasure explodes out and along your skin, bathing you in its soft glow. 

You come hard against his mouth, rocking and pulsing as he continues to lap and lick, whining ever so slightly when your cum finally hits his tongue. He slows his movements only stopping when your muscles relax.

“Fuck,” he wipes his mouth greedily, already craving your slick on his tongue again. “You know what, I don’t think I quite made it up to you enough.” He grins cheekily, “I think two or three more should do it.” 

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[mikrofwno]

Το ERTFLIX φορτώνει και υποδέχεται το 2024 με τις καλύτερες ταινίες και σειρές

Τις καλύτερες ταινίες και ξένες σειρές περιέχει ο εορταστικός μποναμάς του ERTFLIX. Το 2024 θα βρει την ψηφιακή πλατφόρμα της ΕΡΤ με 140 ταινίες και 25 ξένες σειρές. Ανάμεσά τους κάποιοι από τους μεγαλύτερους τίτλους της παγκόσμιας παραγωγής που έχουν αποσπάσει βραβεία και πολλές διακρίσεις σε φεστιβάλ, αλλά και κινηματογραφικές διοργανώσεις, με πρωταγωνιστές δημοφιλείς ηθοποιούς σε αξεπέραστες…

[raurquiz]

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[ivystoryweaver]

i cannot explain how much I LOVE THESE. I'm kind of old school - like - gifs are magic but sometimes i want a PICTURE. and i love moodboards and collages more than air sometimes, so I hope you understand how much i adore these!

okay, bud: mid century modern heaven? "I want it all" "professional skeptic" such a mood!

blue: the cool tones, the lingerie, is that a f-in pomegranate? "You're mine" <- yes, yes I am

michael: omg, this angel - just laughter and music and cuddles all day.

i love the heart details in each piece. sorry i get very wordy when i like something...

alright folks, you asked for it.

Like/reblog if you use ‘em! Or if you just think they’re pretty 👉🏻👈🏻

Two mustached embodiments of chaos, and one actual best boyfriend, at your service.

[mummer]

all this talk about george clooney….. no one mentioning he is one of the worst film directors of all time