#call me malcolm

[elvhenmage]

bethany telling anders in act one that he reminds her of malcolm is something that has stuck with me for weeks so playing legacy in act two with a romanced anders and listening as he calls hawke “love” and malcom’s memory calls leandra “love” is making me sick to my stomach

[bloodyvenomboy]

UH oh, new asshole alert He prefers to go by Lens, and disagrees with the title of 'serial killer' thats been giving to him. Dying just happens to be the sad real end to alot of his,,,'projects'. Some of them just arent cut out for it. Or they get broken beyond repair, or, just simply get to boring. But thats rare. Hes very good at his job He doesnt have a type, he doesnt have a set of motivations, his only real calling card is the way he playfully mocks the people trying to find him and the people related to whatever victim he has, with polaroids and nice little vhs tapes of his work. Which honestly, he views as a little treat. So few get to peek at the work he does, the art he creates.

God forbid he finds you entertaining enough to become a muse

[denaliwrites]

The Future Ex Mrs. Malcolm

Ian Malcolm x Fem!Reader

Catch and Release Prompt: "Service"

Summary: (18+) You weren't quite sure how the chaotician became famous, but you were starting to see how he got his reputation.

Requests: Open!

Warnings: Excessive use of filler words. Oral (f receiving). Age gap (only mentioned).

You were pretty sure, from the moment you first saw him, that Ian Malcolm was famous. Did you know who he was or why he was famous? Of course not. He just had an air of superiority about him that only came from spending an extended period of time in the spotlight.

Well, a spotlight, at least.

You later found out that his claim to fame had something to do with math and chaos -- he'd been all too eager to explain it to you, but to be honest, anything to do with numbers slid right off your brain, and his pretty smile didn't really do your retention capabilities any favors.

You first met him when he brought his perfectly ordinary, if a bit "Hot Rod"-esque, car into your dad's shop to be serviced. While he waited for your dad to finish fixing up the car, the two of you talked.

Well, more accurately, you flirted shamelessly with no parent hovering menacingly over your shoulders.

You rather enjoyed the flirtatious attention of the older man, and you suspected he probably liked the equally flirtatious attention of a younger woman.

The next time you saw him, he had a different car. It was new, but only in the sense of whose hand it'd most recently fallen into. It was certainly older in every other way, maybe as old as Ian himself, though none of the previous owners had taken good care of it. The shell was rusted, parts were damaged or missing, and the seats almost certainly had blood in them.

Fixing it was going to be a multi-visit affair.

And that was how you found yourself being serviced by Ian behind your dad's car service shop.

It'd started like any of his other visits. This was his sixth, overall, and the two of you were emboldened by the idea that your father hadn't caught on yet --

Well, you were emboldened. You were pretty sure Ian didn't need a reason to be, he was just like that naturally.

He'd come to your counter, as he always did, to buy a Surge he never actually drank. He'd flirted, as he always did, and you flirted right back, as you always did.

You mentioned taking a break, and he mentioned needing some air.

His Surge was left forgotten on the counter as he made his way out the back door. You followed behind five minutes later and found him waiting for you in a shaded corner where no one would see the two of you.

His eyes feasted eagerly over your legs, bare but for your upper thighs, though they were shielded only by the loose skirt of your sundress.

"Those, uh, go on for days, don't they?" he asked as he stepped nearer. Before you could respond, he swept you into his arms, and you couldn't help but notice that you seemed to naturally fit together, like puzzle pieces.

"I, uh, always wondered... what your, uh. Legs. Looked like," he continued as you were pressed to the wall and his mouth landed hot and heavy on your bare shoulder. "Could never really, you know, see them. While you were, uh, behind the counter."

You whimpered as his lips trailed down your arm a few inches, his heated breath leaving goosebumps as it dissipated over your skin and left only a cool reminder that he'd been there. "I-Ian," you gasped, a hand reaching up to weave into his curls. You tugged down, and he easily let you pull him away from you.

The smirk he shot you had you all but melting, and the growl that accompanied it had you all but quaking.

"Hey, uh, you're the one in control here," he said, though the smirk he wore made you think maybe he was the one that was really in control, he just happened to not mind much what he ended up doing with you, so he could afford to let you have the illusion of control.

Not that you minded, much. Either way, you were getting yours.

"Do whatever you want," you told him.

His smirk grew just a touch wicked at that. "That's a, uh, dangerous invitation," he said carefully, though you could hear the arousal choking his voice even so, "be careful you don't let any, um... vampires... in."

"Are you a vampire?" you asked.

"Maybe," he answered simply, before his lips were back on you, trailing ever downward until he was on his knees before you. "Oh, this is much better."

His breath teased your inner thigh, eliciting another whimper from you. Hearing the effect he had on you only made him do it more, and soon all you could do was whine desperately.

"Pretty, uh, sensitive?" he asked. All you could do was nod in response and gasp as you felt, more than heard, the dark chuckle that emanated from his throat.

He moved on, his hands splaying over your thighs and fingers digging in as his mouth moved over the tender flesh, all but worshipping you as he delicately lifted your left leg up and over his shoulder to lay gracefully across his back.

He had nearly perfect access to you, now, though your panties obscured his view. He didn't seem bothered, though, as his face disappeared under your skirt.

A moment later, you felt a finger gently brushing the cloth aside. You whined as it inevitably made contact with your slit, hips rolling eagerly for more.

"Ah, ah," he tutted, breath dancing over your slit drawing forth a moan. His growling chuckle only made you moan again. "Good girl," he said in amusement, his hands returning to your thighs to rub them comfortingly.

He gave the thick meat of your thighs a squeeze, and then you felt his hot mouth on you -- you choked back a yelp as his tongue teased at your clit, circling it a few times and flicking against it once.

To keep yourself quiet, you bit down on a curled finger, and to keep yourself grounded, you buried your other hand in Ian's curls.

This only seemed to egg him on. His tongue swiped swiftly down your slit and plunged into your cunt. Your teeth sank into your finger and the squeal that would've otherwise sounded instead died in your throat.

A breezy chuckle rolled over your clit as Ian drew back to lave attention on it. Your hips rolled in response, which only made him chuckle more.

You could feel your insides starting to coil, could feel the desperation building. Ian seemed to sense it too, as his ministrations became quicker and more precise. Every breath, every flick of his tongue and touch of his lips, had shifted from teasing to drawing out your orgasm.

You wanted to scream as one last lap of his tongue from hole to clit finally brought you over the edge, but you bit it down, even as his tongue continued to circle your little nub to ease you through the high.

To compensate for your inability to scream your pleasure, you tightened your leg draped over Ian's back, drawing him in deeper to your core. He didn't seem to mind, even as he found his mouth fuller than he anticipated, if the grin you could feel was anything to go by.

Gradually, and with Ian's expert guidance,, you came down. You panted and sagged against the wall once the post-orgasm fog drifted in, and Ian carefully eased your leg down so that he could stand and offer you support.

You could see your slick shimmering on his lips and mindlessly pulled him into a kiss. He eagerly returned it, hands holding you tightly to keep you close.

"Would you, uh... marry me?" Ian asked in a low whisper, his eyes meeting yours.

"Bit quick, isn't it?" you replied, though you were grinning.

He returned the gesture. "I, uh. Never was one for... moderation."

You were about to answer, but then you heard your father calling for you. You shot Ian an amused glance. "Guess you'll have to come back to get my answer."

"I. I, uh. Look forward to it?"

"Maybe you should come back with a ring. Just in case."

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

ready, fire, aim • nobody knows anything and nobody learns much either • dead men take no pills • i was never really here • cheers and self-loathing • one cure to the head, two to the chest • dahlia • the snake eats its own heartache • we shall meet in the place where there is no darkness • 154bpm

Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube

[micahdotgov]

hey what the fuck is wrong with them.

[idknotgonnapost]

Better Call Saul: S5 Ep9 - Bad Choice Road

The Thick of It: the whole thing babe idk

[vaguely-concerned]

I love Malcolm Hawke's first dialogue in Legacy (the one you get if you unbind the shade kept trapped by two seals in a little cell). clearly this whole business was the darkest shittiest time of his life and he's selling his soul and betraying every single one of his principles and everything, but he sounds so endearingly... snippy and exasperated about the wardens using demons willy nilly. the "listen I know I'm up to some shady stuff here and everything but let it not be said I was untidy. I'm fixing your shit as far as I'm able here. you will not be able to pin this one on me. these demons were here before I arrived, this is on the record now" energy. the way he's taking time out of his day to be responsible and enforce mage OSHA regulations in the middle of maybe the most hilariously irresponsible thing anyone's ever done after the magisters tried to break into the golden city. exquisite. the real Hawke family curse is having to specify that actually not all of the catastrophe was your fault okay this is at least like... 30% not on me this time. I. I tried. everything was on fire and I had a children's toy bucket and a bottle of rum on hand

[mywickedtruth]

Did I ever tell you this?

It’s been 20 years today. This was my 10 week sonogram. I never met them. I never held them. Today I s my fucking birthday and I’ve maybe drank too much, but why did it have to be my birthday? I’d love to forget one year. Just once would be a relief. The grief is horrific. It changed my very core. I miss them. I wish I had known them, raised them. I felt them. They were there. Little hearts beating and then…they were gone.

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Good Morning • Wake Up, The Monster Said • What You Burn • I Bet They're Asleep In New York • Last One Standing Loses • Also, Spiders • A Beginner's Guide To Fighting A Loosing Battle • Breaking News • NowsirawariswoN • -24 Months Only- • I Met All The Beasts In Your Thoughts • Please Still Try • I Am A Disaster Movie • Sleepwalk With Me • Goodnight

Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube

[riptidespen]

The biggest disappointment about tsats to me is the lack of demigods. Like firstly, the whole camp is empty is so unrealistic. You are telling me every single demigod has a good home/parent/family to go home to? I read the books, I know it wasn’t just Luke, Thalia, Annabeth, and Leo out there with issues of returning ‘home’. Camp Half-Blood grew in numbers because so many were being claimed and brought to the camp there is no way during the school year it’s just Nico and Will as the remaining demigods. 

I so desperately wanted Clovis to be involved in this quest in some compacity. The son of Hypno, he could have been useful in some way about dreams and nightmares. I get the book is about light and dark, Will and Nico, and mostly just Will excepting his boyfriend is his grumpy little ball of darkness and that’s ok because not all darkness is bad. Still, it would have been nice to have someone else with them to help combat against an invisible force that invaded their minds. 

[angustully]

i know im touchy about it since im basically fully in the closet but i kinda hate the jokes ppl make about trans guys having stupid names like ahhhh make me feel worse about it all lol thanks so much

[yaoi-angel]

just finished a little life!!

been staring at a wall. thinking.

[fortunafavours]

💗 GROWING HEART - if they have a crush, is it noticable? what changes when they're in love?

this got kind of long so, under the cut!

Malcolm

holy shit is it ever obvious. It's VERY clear, especially to everyone else, even though he thinks he's being subtle.

His attention is fully on you when you're speaking, he's listening with rapt attention. He goes out of his way to make time for you, sometimes to the detriment of his work. He'll make his feelings known as well if it seems like it's reciprocal and can handle rejection fine if not (barring some exceptions).

He's also a little bit shy and can and will blush at the slightest provocation. This no longer holds true once he's in love with you and you're together.

Malcolm will almost always confess first because he's just not capable of hiding his feelings, and wears his heart on his sleeve.

Frankly, this is just the same when he's in love, too. It's just he is the most EXTREME wifeguy of all time. Pulls out his wallet to show off pictures of his spouse, could be at a party and would be thinking "wow I miss my spouse. I need to go home right now immediately."

Cyril

If you know Cyril, it's obvious, but if you aren't familiar with him, then no. He's a pretty big flirt and does so casually, so it's sort of hard sometimes to gauge sincerity. But he does really change if he's actually into you.

You get his full, undivided attention. You could be in a completely crowded tavern, but he's looking at you. He isn't shy about it either. He'll tell you how he feels directly and often.

Cyril will dance around trying to admit his feelings, even in a conversation initiated by him, before having a "fuck it we ball" moment and telling you he's in love with you.

When he's crushing, you get glimpses of the authentic Cyril. When he's in love, you are one of the few people he's the most authentically "him" with. You get all the fear and insecurities and earnesty. He's also very protective, and exceedingly loyal.

E

You would genuinely never know E was crushing. They're more jokey and familiar with you than anyone else, but you'd be hardpressed to call that flirting. The most obvious it's come is with an MC who established a previous romantic relationship with E, but you were also like, 16, so hiding a crush with hormones running rampant was less likely to happen.

They're definitely the kind of person who would shove down their crush because they don't think they have a shot, while also actively sitting there and pining

When they're in love, they make a lot of promises, which... well. There are pros and cons. MC would like to know their location for this, but that's neither here nor there. They also become very protective of you in less overt ways than Cyril.

JJ

Another who would not be immediately obvious about their crushing initially, but it would be clear that they're into someone.

JJ is your very typical uppity noble type (at first glance) who's as quick with an insult as they are a backhanded compliment. A lot of what they say is sardonic or dry, so when they're actually interested in someone, their tone softens, they give very genuine compliments, and actively try to encourage you. They will do everything in their power to uplift.

They will, of course, follow it up with some sort of quip, but it's a goodnatured tease instead of a meanspirited jab

JJ is a coward and will not reach for something they want though, so even though they might be down abyssal and can't hide it, they deny themselves happiness a lot lol

When they're in love, though, they really do change for the better. JJ has a chip on their shoulder for reasons that will be apparent eventually, but given the chance to come into their own and with someone who betters them, all the prickliness falls away and all that's left is the extremely kind heart that wants to do and be good.

D

good the fuck luck trying to navigate whether or not D has feelings for you!

They're so severe and no nonsense, though, that when they DO have feelings for you, that mask cracks often. More smiles, straight up laughing openly, cracking jokes. Otherwise, they maintain that very serious demeanour.

Extremely unlikely to say anything to you about it though, and will be shocked if you tell them you have feelings because they, too, deny themselves happiness, but not for the same reasons JJ does.

When they're in love with you, though, it softens them in all aspects. They become less of a hardass, take more time off work, and so on.

A

they, too, cannot hide their feelings, and will flirt in more subtle, but obvious ways: tucking a flower behind your ear, a hand on your elbow to guide or pull you away, hovering closer than necessary for a conversation.

They're also willing to tell you once their feelings are known to them.

When they're in love, everything becomes brighter? Like, they generally take joy in the mundanity of life, but when they're in love with someone, it's easier for them to see good everywhere and encourage you to do the same with them.

[youngpettyqueen]

the Section 31 Malcolm thing would've been far more compelling if it happened earlier in the series and if it had literally any build up to it. doing it so late in the series with nothing leading up to it makes it feel like a cop out to try to get me to care about Malcolm more, especially since he's barely been relevant for most of s3 - s4

[phantajam]

“Pretty” is my favorite unreleased Aubreys song and if its not released this year im gonna cry