#c: rainn

[moonless-if]

dar- darling, i would do it again

[fanofspooky]

Scream Kings 11

[courseyoulovemeyoudontknowme]

Super (2010, James Gunn)

29/07/2024

[adamwatchesmovies]

Sahara (2005)

While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...

On paper, Sahara sounds like a slam dunk. It’s Indiana Jones meets James Bond with big stars like Matthew McConaughey and Penelope Cruz and armed with a budget to make all the stunt-filled adventure come to life. In practice, it’s devoid of any joy or excitement. Director Breck Eisner makes 124 minutes feel so much longer than two hours.

In 1865, the ironclad CSS Texas disappeared with the last of the Confederacy’s treasury gold. In present day, Dirk Pitt (Matthew McConaughey) has finally found a clue to its final resting place: Mali. With his longtime bud and fellow treasure-hunter Al Giordino (Steve Zahn), he investigates. Along the way, the meet WHO doctor Eva Rojas (Penelope Cruz) as she investigates a mysterious plague she fears will soon ravage the country.

Based on the novel by Clive Cussler, this film adaptation tries to do too much. Sahara is essentially two movies slammed together. The first is a swashbuckling adventure in the vein of Indiana Jones. Boat chases, car chases, fist fights, impromptu survival techniques in the desert and a long-lost treasure? There’s no mistaking it. The other movie has an inconspicuous, beautiful doctor embroiled in a plot that begins as a threat to Africa but could endanger the whole world and includes a solar-powered laser beam, a mad dictator and businessmen devoid of morals. The problem is that these two plots exist independently and are not well blended. In one scene, Dirk and Al are dodging entire clips’ worth of bullets with big smiles while coming up with crazy ways to take down the villains on their tail by blowing up their own boat. In the next, a single bullet is treated with enough gravitas to give you a headache.

Also problematic are the actors. Matthew McConaughey and Penelope Cruz are talented actors. Here? they’re awful. They’re even worse together. They have no chemistry whatsoever, which makes their plots feel even more akin to a mix of oil and water. You know they’re going to fall in love from the beginning but you’ll believe a metal boat from the American Civil War will make it across the ocean on no rations before you’ll believe that romance.

From the unfunny humor meant to endear you to the characters to the action scenes that prove the actors couldn’t throw a decent punch if their lives depended on it, Sahara suffers from major problems. It also gets the little things wrong. When Commander Rudi Gunn (Rain Wilson) approaches the United States Embassy for help, he's warned it’s unlikely aid will arrive in time because “No one gives a shit about Africa”. They're not wrong. Even this movie doesn't care about Mali or its people because moments later, we learn the thing that’s gruesomely killing en-masse will soon spread to the entire world. So it wasn’t enough that Mali would become the world's biggest graveyard; the entire human race has to be at risk? Yikes.

Then, there’s the climax. This is one of those movies where the villains must have the greatest employee benefits package of all time because the baddie's top bodyguard decides to get into a fistfight on top of a building that’s rigged to explode in a few minutes. How was he going to get out of there once he got the job done?

I can give a movie slack and accept a preposterous story but you’ve got to give me something in return. When your actors have no chemistry between them, the bad guys are completely forgettable, the humour falls flat on its face, the action scenes are badly shot & choreographed and none of what you see is interesting, you want to find some way to entertain yourself, perhaps by having some laughs at the film’s expense. You'd think it'd be easy when the Los Angeles Times listed this film as one of the most expensive flops of all time but you'd be wrong. Sahara is too dull to provide any form of entertainment. (Full-screen version on DVD, January 29, 2021)

[iintotheunknown]

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[if-loki-was-a-fox]

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[iintotheunknown]

"continue avoiding you- thought I was making that pretty obvious," rainn shrugged casually. there was no ill will behind her words, she was actually more surprised to see them than anything else. "my sister let you in or what?"

˚｡⋆୨୧  open to : anyone

" are we going to talk about what you said last week ? or , are you just going to continue avoiding me ? "

[apt502-if]

So between andi and rainn who would you say is the more experienced in relationships?

Because ngl the fact that rainn could've had more relationships therefore kind of more experience but still went to andi for sage advice with mc? So funny to me lmao

rainn has more experience because of their relationship with mc but andi is a better flirt and can do one-night stands and flings well while rainn isn't interested in that plus andi is good with people in general so it's a mix :P they would definitely debate if you were to ask them though

rainn goes to andi for advice b/c there is no one else LOL

andi: "why are u asking me???"

rainn: "ur the only one who picks up my calls."

[houxe]

Regarding my SBI/DSMP Fics

TW: Abuse, Trauma, and Mentions of Suicide.

With all that has happened, I did want to come out here and make my stance clear. I will always stand with Shelby (Shubble) and all of the victims who are speaking out against Will Gold (Wilbur Soot). If you still support that bastard, unfollow me and leave my blog and whatever small community I made.

I've already stated this is my Discord channel, but I want to put it here too.

For me, c!Wilbur is so far removed from cc!Wilbur that I don't connect the two. The characters are vessels for my own characterizations and stories. It's a bit like writing Supernatural*, Twilight, or Hazbin Hotel fanfics. I don't support the guy, monetarily or otherwise, he does not interact with fanfics, I have plans to be very vocal that I'm on Shelby's side no matter what/make it clear that what Will did is wrong, and I don't use his real life events as plots in my stories. At least, I certainly don't try to. It's why I typically change traits about the characters. (I.e. Tommy is shorter, Phil is taller, Techno is bulky, and Wilbur always has golden/hazel eyes.)

I'm aware that it's a tad different because it's rp and not something like a full on book or an actor in a movie, but DSMP has also been over for over two years and the characterizations I make for SBI are not at all based on the CCs. Real life Techno isn't a literal terrorist, Phil ain't a father married to a goddess, Tommy is not a traumatized child soldier, and Wilbur isn't suicidal and blowing up countries.

I think I'll likely focus more on Techno, Tommy, and Phil for a while, but I'm not gonna let one dude ruin a fandom and things I've made for myself. Nothing I write is ever made for Wilbur, as I've seen people saying. Additionally, Wilbur was not the only writer. Technoblade, Philza, TommyInnit, and so many others made that story what it was. Not him.

However, if any CCs come forward saying they don't want their old characters interacting with his, I will respect that.

Though I do think there is a tendency to take real life events (i.e. Techno's cancer, LJ's music, Tommy's real life parents, etc.) and put them into fiction about DSMP. I, however, don't try to do that and have stated before that I don't feel comfortable doing so. The truth is that we have not gotten any genuine SBI content outside of DSMP for years. The dynamic in real life is very different from what was presented in the DSMP. Did personalities still bleed over? Yes, I'm not going to deny that, but I'm not going to act like they're exactly the same between character and person either. We've had that conversation like in 2021, it's why we have C! and CC!.

The rather sad truth is, SBI is what got me really into writing and it's a comfort for me that nothing can compare to. Obviously, I don't think it's appropriate to be writing certain types of stories right now or to be involving characters made by CCs outside of the DSMP. I think it's up to everyone else to decide on what they want to do, however, rushing it also isn't the way to go either. Give yourself time to heal and think it over first instead of throwing away something that gives you comfort and has not been associated with by the creators for over two years.

Anyways, fuck Will Gold. Fuck the fact that he hurt so many people, and fuck that he lied and manipulated his way around the damn internet. ESPECIALLY fuck the fact that he tried to diminish what he did and not take proper accountability.

Go and support Shelby so so much, she and everyone who spoke out really deserve it. I'm glad silence on these types of issues is not being normalized.

Here is a list of (American) resources for DV help:

TNLR

RAINN

WOAR

Love is respect

The Trevor project

Futures without violence

National domestic violence hotline

Resource on what DV and abuse looks like

*Changed it from Harry Potter to Supernatural because Harry Potter is a significantly worse and more problematic franchise, even just within the content of the books. It'd be better left in the dust. I've talked about it before, but it was the first thing that came to my mind at the time and was a poor comparison on my part, I'm truly sorry for that.

[moonless-if]

what were the ROs seeing this weekend: barbie or oppenheimer? (or both?) 💖

all of them could potentially be talked into seeing both, but if they pick for themselves...

Khalida will see Oppenheimer......and then Barbie after failing to talk herself out of it

Mal/Malik/Malika is SO EXCITED to see Barbie (will go all out dressing up for it too)

Silas will see both (first Oppenheimer and then Barbie)

Rainn will see Oppenheimer (and maybe secretly Barbie, just because they're a teeny bit curious)

TUO will see Barbie and then maybe Oppenheimer (he isn't fully decided on if he's interested or not)

[lewisossokoh]

ACTORS WHO APPEAR IN MUSIC VIDEOS PT. 2

Fatboy Slim starring Christopher Walken in "Weapon of Choice".

Lady Gaga starring Alexander Skarsgård in "Paparazzi".

Gorillaz starring Bruce Willis in "Stylo".

The Shoes starring Jake Gyllenhaal in "Time to dance".

Vampire Weekend starring Jake Gyllenhaal in "Giving up the Gun".

Fiona Apple starring Zach Galifianakis in "Not About Love".

P!nk starring Jeremy Renner "Trouble".

Justin Timberlake starring Scarlett Johansson in "What Goes Around...Comes Around".

Jessica Simpson starring Christina Applegate, Eva Longoria & Christina Milian "A Public Affair".

Beastie Boys starring Rashida Jones, Will Arnett, Will Ferrell, Rainn Wilson, Jason Schwartzman, Mary Steenburgen, Ted Danson, Amy Poehler, Steve Buscemi, Chloë Sevigny, Maya Rudolph, Kirsten Dunst, David Cross, Elijah Wood, Orlando Bloom, John C Reilly, Jack Black & Nataniel Homblower in "Make some Noise".

[modrntravlr]

Possession

Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Rose Tyler

Rated: Explicit

Summary: When the Doctor ingests a strange plant that leaves him with an insatiable lust, he finds himself in Rose's bedroom as she sleeps off a long day's journey. (TW For Rape, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

WC: 2.9K

A/N:

Hello everyone,

Pretty dark fic up ahead, definitely not the typical sort of fic for this pairing, so please proceed with extreme caution. If any of my fellow survivors are reading this, just know you are not alone, and you are strong. If you or a loved one has experienced sexual violence, visit RAINN (US), or 24/7 SA Support (England & Wales) for support.

-c

It had been a relatively normal evening on board the TARDIS, if it could even be called evening. Rose had been exhausted after a particularly rough run in with a species she still had yet to figure out how to pronounce the name of. Not long after her and the Doctor had made it back to the TARDIS, she had retired to her bedroom for a much needed shower and night long nap. Not having felt as drained by the day as Rose had, the Doctor had simply set the TARDIS adrift into the vortex before heading off to his lab to tinker with whatever he could find that could capture his attention long enough to keep from getting bored in Rose’s absence.

To absolutely nobodies surprise, he’d left about five unfinished projects scattered across the various tables throughout the lab, each one having been abandoned at different stages of completion. As he usually did when he entered the room without any particular goal in mind, he began with the project nearest to the door before working his way around the room. He tinkered with each project until he inevitably got bored of it and eventually, he’d made his way through the entire room. It had to have at least been a couple of hours by the time he’d circled back to where he’d begun and realized he had no interest in repeating the process.

In the corner of the lab furthest away from the entrance stood an old, practically ancient, cupboard, which much like the TARDIS, was bigger on the inside. It wasn’t nearly as infinite as the TARDIS was, but it did go on for a quite a few miles. Inside of it were long, seemingly never ending shelves lining each side of it. On the shelves stood projects previously discarded, some recently, others from a time when he’d had a completely different face. The Doctor stepped into the cupboard, hoping to find something that would spark some sort of inspiration and cure his momentary boredom. He carefully eyed the shelves on both sides of him, taking in the various mechanical parts and ancient gizmos and doo-dads that he’d picked up from planets and galaxies far and wide. He’d been gazing over a shelf just below eye-level on his left when he noticed it. It was a rather inconspicuous thing, hidden behind some other knick knacks, but regardless, the small potted plant caught his attention.

He carefully moved the clutter in front of it out of the way before picking it up. He couldn’t quite remember where exactly he had picked up the strange thing, but he did remember having discovered it when he was still the man with the big ears and leather jacket. He’d originally brought the plant on board for further examination, but not soon after was when Rose came aboard, and suddenly, the poor plant had been neglected and eventually shelved away into the cupboard where it had been living until now. It had purple leaves, most likely a result of the sun from its home planet, and had surprisingly managed to stay relatively well nourished while locked away and completely forgotten about in its old soil.

The Doctor, as he did with most things he was inspecting, sniffed it, and just for good measure, licked one of the leaves. That was when it hit him, like a wave washing over and completely consuming every fiber of his being. Every atom in his body was suddenly lit aflame with a burning passion he couldn’t shake. The Doctor, who although at the end of the day being nothing more than a man, privately prided himself on the fact that he had what he believed to be excellent control of his autonomy. This however, was something entirely out of control. There was no gradual progression, in a matter of seconds, he was suddenly being filled with a blinding lust that shot straight down to that blasted thing between his legs.

It had yet to be a full minute, but it was as though a deep, dark part of his mind had locked up every ounce of logic and self restraint he had in him. The feeling was nothing more than primal, and in that moment, he longed for nothing more than the sweet feeling of release. Most terrifyingly however, was that this new, completely unchecked urge that was now holding his brain hostage, only wanted that release in the form of one specific way. No, a cheeky wank into his own fist, hidden away and out of sight and earshot from his passenger simply wouldn’t work tonight. He needed Rose Tyler.

The rational part of his brain tried with all his might to stand his ground, to firmly plant himself to the floor of that cupboard and resign himself there until whatever this was passed through his system, even if it meant staying there forever. The last thing he wanted to do was wake Rose, but the rest of him seemed to starkly disagree. To no avail, his body dredged its way out of the cupboard and through the lab, plant once again left discarded and forgotten about on the shelf. The TARDIS knew something was wrong with the Doctor, and she definitely seemed to have sensed his plan to pay a visit to Rose. She made the trek from the lab to her bedroom no easy task. What had once been previously just a short four doors down the hall from the lab, was now corridors away, but the distance didn’t seem to deter him. Even with all her precautions, not even the TARDIS was able to keep him away from Rose’s room.

He stood outside the door for a few moments, cock throbbing in his pants and straining for release as he began to smell her pheromones wafting through the cracks in the door frame. He pressed his ear against the door, having enough sense and restraint to gage whether or not she was asleep yet. Much to his pleasure, he could hear her soft and even breaths, she was asleep he realized. It would make his mission all the more easy, he declared to himself. He softly opened the door, carefully as to stop any click of the doorknob or creak of the hinge. Rose, to his knowledge, was a heavy sleeper, but he decided he’d rather not take any chances tonight. A part of him tried to convince himself that if she was asleep, than what he was about to do wouldn’t matter. If she never knew what had happened, then it couldn’t change anything between them, it would be like it never happened.

He crept through her room till he was hovering right over her sleeping frame. He bent down, careful to control his breathing and motion despite the fact that his entire body felt alight with an insatiable lust for his darling Rose. He could see the way her soft pink lips that he longed to kiss were slightly parted. The way her beautiful, lush, blonde hair that he imagined his hands running through and tugging on in the throws of intimacy, laid on her pillow. With every detail and every thought, he could feel his need growing stronger, himself growing harder. The little remaining rationality left within him fought, but he was defeated as the rest of his body worked against him and his hands began to undress his lower half. He wanted Rose, there was no secret about it, love drunk on a strange plant or not, and deep down he knew Rose had always wanted him too. But not like this, he thought. She didn’t deserve this.

Despite his own protesting thoughts, he crawled over Rose’s sleeping body as he pulled back the covers to reveal the rest of her body, shifting his weight just right so as not to alert her of his presence. Much to his delight, she’d opted for nothing more than an old oversized t-shirt she’d found on board inside a now abandoned closet, and a pair of pink cotton panties. She’d unknowingly set out to make his task far easier than he expected, he grinned to himself as the realization dawned on him. He made sly work of pulling them down her legs, stopping only once they fell below her knees and his eyes caught sight of her delectably sweet cunt. Her soft, pale skin beneath the trimmed hair that culminated in her pink folds made his mouth water and his cock throb in anticipation. Just from looking at her in the dim light of the TARDIS’s warmly glowing walls, he could tell she wasn’t wet in the slightest, but it was no matter, every remaining ounce of chivalry, modesty, and logicality had succumbed to the primal longing for release. She would just have to make do, and for his sake, believe that any lingering soreness when she awoke was a result of the previous days strain on her body.

He gently repositioned her legs, stretching them as wide as the panties still on her legs allowed before taking himself in hand and lining himself up with her entrance. He allowed his tip to slide up through her folds to her clit and back down once before sinking himself in. He stalled for a moment, watching her face contort slightly as her body tensed beneath him at the intrusion, but much to his pleasure, she remained otherwise asleep. He gently rocked in and out of her, not much caring to find a rhythm just yet. Instead, he moved one hand between their bodies, pressing gentle circles into her clitoris in hopes of remedying the rough friction of the unaroused walls wrapped around him. He could feel his efforts beginning to work as each thrust became smoothly cushioned by the pooling liquid now easily flowing out of her. However it was with those efforts that Rose begin to whimper and writhe beneath him, eventually squeezing him from within as her body inevitably reacted to its newest inhabitant. As her muscles contracted and he felt the walls of her cunt that made for a seething tightness threatening to make him spill into her right then and there, he let out an absentminded groan of his own.

With all refrain lost, he picked up his pace, hoping the newfound slickness would make it easier to conceal his movements to her subdued body. But it was no hope, Rose was already beginning to wake up. Her eyes began to groggily flutter open and she lazily began to stretch out her limbs attempting to shake off the stiffness of her sleep. She knew she was still on the TARDIS, she recognized the warm comfort of her bed, the soft glow of the TARDIS walls, and the presence of the TARDIS itself within in her mind, a new side effect left lingering in the wake of Bad Wolf. She could feel the weight and warmth of a body on top of her, and she could most definitely feel the wet and invasive intrusion between her legs, sending a chilling panic through her body despite her mind still struggling to catch up. It wasn’t until she fully opened her eyes and saw the rolled up sleeves of a blue oxford and the sharp edges of a jawline that she realized it was the Doctor who has seemingly joined her in her bed, making her panic grow. She trusted the Doctor more than she did any other person she knew, but her mind, still idled by drowsiness, couldn’t quite connect the Doctor’s face hovering above her own to the painfully sharp ministrations between her legs.

“Doctor, what’s happening?” she weeped as he drove into her, faster, deeper, harder.

“Oh Rose,” he cooed, eyes fluttering open to see her now alert face, tears streaming out the corners of her eyes and into her hair. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. It’ll all be over soon, just stay still for me, okay,” he breathed out between thrusts and grunts. She could see him moving now, make out the back and forth motions of his hips and the sweat beading across his forehead, and she realized it was him splitting her apart form the inside out. She had wanted him, of course, dreamt of it even, but not like this. She’d wanted her first time with him to be sweet, and beautiful, and most of all, she’d liked to have been conscious. This was painful, violating, rough and harsh, devoid of all the love and tenderness she longed for from the Doctor. The love and tenderness she’d grown accustomed to from him, matter of fact.

“Doctor, stop, please,” she begged as she tried to gently nudge him off and out of her. Her efforts failed entirely. She continued to beg for him to stop as she began to more forcefully shove him away, but he was both bigger and stronger than she was. Instead, her pleas only seemed to further encourage him. His pace quickened even more than before, and now that the panic had overridden any strictly physical arousal, she could feel the rough friction of skin on skin he’d attempted to prevent as he slid in and out of her. He was larger than any other man she’d been with before, and the stretch of his cock inside her tight hole alone burned in an unfamiliar sort of pain. He was the first thing to have entered her aside from her own fingers since she had left Mickey behind on Earth and run off with him in the TARDIS when she’d first met him.

“Just calm down, darling, almost there,” he whispered, taking her wrists in hand and pinning them down to the mattress beside her head. She wasn’t as wet as she’d been when she’d first woken up, but it didn’t matter to him anymore. He was too far gone, lost in the warmth of her wrapped around cock. It felt like what he assumed her people would call heaven. With every thrust, every tear, every plea, and every squeeze of her muscles begging for mercy around his cock, he felt gutturally possessive of her, and all the more turned on. She was full on sobbing now, face red and swollen as the pain became increasingly unbearable, but she looked beautiful. She always looked beautiful to him. He’d spent what felt like lifetimes imagining what Rose Tyler would look like coming undone beneath him, because of him, and here she was. The sight was almost enough to make him spill into her right then and there.

Rose was being rocked back and forth with every push and pull of his hips, and so was her entire bed. She could feel bruises fluttering to life on her wrists from the iron grip the Doctor had on them, tightening as he got closer and closer to his own release. She could tell he was about to finish, and he showed no signs of pulling out. Her legs flailed beneath him to no avail as she failed to shake him from her. He was having far too much enjoyment to be dissuaded by her protests, she realized. His breathing became increasingly ragged and his moans became louder. He pushed into her gradually harder until his hips began to stutter.

“No, Doctor! Please don’t,” she cried out as she began to feel the signs of his approaching climax. It was too late, however. The grip on her wrists became blindingly tight, so much so she thought he might crush her bones to bits. He continued his thrusting into her and she began to feel the warmth and weight of his cum shooting into her as he began to hit her cervix. The Doctor was in a state of ecstasy as he succumbed to the pleasure of finishing inside of Rose. He could feel the pleasure running through every fiber of his body and allowed himself to come undone above her. “Fuck, Rose, you feel so good,” he whispered as his pace slowed, and his thrusts became increasingly short and gentle. Eventually he stopped all together and he gently collapsed onto her, hands finally releasing her wrists only to slide up to her palms to intertwine his fingers with her. He remained inside of her, growing flaccid and finally relieving her of the burning, aching stretch of it. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, attempting to catch his breath as he pressed gentle kisses onto her skin, a stark contrast to the way he’d just been violating her.

Rose was in shock, feeling completely and utterly betrayed. She no longer had any fight left in her and instead laid still as the Doctor remained on top of her. She was scared any protests or sudden movements from her would only aggravate him, make him start all over again. For the first time in her nearly two years with the Doctor, she wanted to tell him to take her home, drop her back off at the estate with Jackie and leave them alone forever.

After a few minutes, the Doctor did eventually move. He shifted slightly, not removing himself entirely off of her, but he at least had the decency to finally pull out, much to his displeasure. To Rose’s displeasure, however, he settled himself back down on top of her and eventually drifted off to sleep. There was little else for Rose to do but lay there as she silently weeped and felt the sticky remnants of the nights events drip out of her, coating the upper and inner parts of her thighs.

[redpandarascal]

Pop Quiz!

Look at image, and answer the questions as follow.

Question 1:

Which is the least suspicious name?

(A) Tom

(B) Clancy

(C) Jack

(D) Ryan

Question 2:

Who is Tom Clancy's evil double?

(A) Tom Jack

(B) Ryan Clancy

(C) Ryan Tom

(D) Tom Clancy is the double.

Question 3:

What country does Jack Ryan's Tom Clancy take place in?

(A) The United States

(B) The story takes place on an international scale, but, due to legal constraints placed upon John Krasinski, is filmed only in countries that do not extradite to the United States.

(C) Canada

(D) Trick Question; it takes place in outer space.

Essay Section: Choose two of the prompts. Write a response of two to four paragraphs for both the prompts you chose.

Prompt 1:

Is the man in the image Jim Halpert? Why, or why not?

Prompt 2:

Defend your answer to question one. Of the names available to you, why did you chose the one you did, and how long did you spend answering the question?

Prompt 3:

Do you have Prime Video? Explain your answer. What is your username and password?

Bonus Question! If you get this one right, you can get up to ten points!

Where is actor Rainn Wilson? Why is he not in this photo?

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"oh my god," a dramatic groan, rainn really couldn't see what the big deal was here. one simple kiss was not worth this much conversation. "I didn't even know you were there, okay? you're acting like I planned this or something."

"what's unreasonable was you doing it right in front of my face, rainn," nora still couldn't believe it, wondering if this was all some nightmare she'd wake from soon. "i thought there was at least some common courtesy here."