#fimls

[emaonline]

seeking the ideal scene in every moment

¨Romanticizing life" is a popular concept nowadays on internet, that term is used as a way of experience life through the best POV, being grateful, and finding pleasure in the little details of life.

I always thought this is a great idea for people to do if they want to feel that they are living their best life; nevertheless, I notice I do romanticize my life in my own personal way.

Movies have always been part of my life, I do not consider myself as a cinephile; however, I really love movies and watch as much movies as possible, but I always revisit my favorite ones, the ones I feel related somehow.

When I´m on my way to school, I can´t stop thinking about which is the best seat in the classroom, the one that has the better view. At Mc Donald´s, I look for the best spot possible, and even when I´m walking home, I look at the sky, as if I´m filming a movie scene about my own life. I´m always imagining things in my mind, maybe I sat on that place at Mc Donald´s because I watched on a Wong Kar-Wai movie.

Everyone have their own way to think they are appreciating their lives, even if it's just a matter of paying attention to small details, In my case, looking for the best photogram, the best scene that my eyes can film, at school, on that walk going to my house, in that class in collage, that "scene" definitely worth it.

[quelquun0]

poor things 2023 yorgos lanthimos

[mudwerks]

(via Pulp International - 1940 promo image of Ellen Drew from Texas Rangers Ride Again)

[painisntn33ded]

i said this once and im going to say it again, you should not film or photograph people without their consent, especially not strangers and you really really shouldn't post it on the internet. It's actually not funny to film your local disabled or mentally ill or neurodivergent or poc or queer or fat, or whatever you consider "out of the norm" or "weird", person for your amusement, your friends amusement and/or the internets amusement. At best you're some kid who has never met a minority in their life and has yet to develop any basic fucking human decency and at worst you're a horrible bigot who likes to profit off of the humiliation of an oppressed group.

[mannbhaavnii]

Saanjh (𑚨𑚭𑚫𑚒), 2017.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

“𑚛𑚭𑚛𑚯, 𑚙𑚰𑚨𑚭𑚫 𑚑𑚴 𑚠𑚭𑚞𑚰𑚆 𑚛𑚯 𑚣𑚭𑚛 𑚝𑚯 𑚁𑚫𑚛𑚯?”

Grandma, don’t you miss father?

If you liked Laapata Ladies, you might like Saanjh. The simplicity, the struggle and the storytelling. Saanjh is wronged by someone on social media and her father without listening to her explanation, leaves her with her grandmother. Saanjh now has to adapt to the village lifestyle, wondering what she’d done wrong to be left behind.

The movie is available in Kangri (with English Sub) and Hindi Dub (Rishton Ki Saanjh). The 2017 film is directed by Ajay Saklani. The movie is filmed in Kullu, Himachal Pradesh starring Aditi Charak as the lead actress.

[liimonagaci]

Bir adet erwin alabiliyor muyuz

[therine-watches]

a Recommendation - 19 Top Films to Watch on Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s Day isn’t always about a box of chocolate or couple photos bombarding your feed all day; sometimes, it’s about snuggling under the covers with either your loved ones or love one, watching a comfort movie that makes you feel giddy both in the inside and outside. 

Here is a (very long) list, categorized from cliche to not-really-romance-but-romance, of the best rom-com films you could watch on Valentine’s Day: 

Well-Known But Not Overrated:  from the 00s to the 20s - here are all the romcoms you may or may not have heard. 

1. Set It Up (2018) Starring Zoey Deutch and Glen Powell, alongside Lucy Liu and Taye Diggs, Set It Up is a fun New York-based romantic comedy on the spiral of two overworked assistants setting up their bosses. 

2. Definitely, Maybe (2008)  Nothing weirder than hearing about your parents having a life before you: Definitely, Maybe is a tale of three romantic stories and one mother mystery.

3. Love, Rosie (2014) Starring two rom-com sweethearts Lily Collins and Sam Claflin, Love Rosie is the original formulaic film of the ultimate childhood best friends to lovers + right person, wrong time trope.

4. Emma (2019)  With the perfect combination of wit, set, cast, and story, Emma is the perfect love letter to Jane Austen and fans of Regency Romance. 

5. The Half of It (2019)  Small town and big romance: The Half of It is a quiet yet impactful film on coming-of-age, friendships, and high school crushes. 

6. Miss Congeniality (2000)  A perfect mixture of comedy and romance, Miss Congeniality will win your heart with the classic undercover cop story. 

7. To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before (2018) Carrying the charm and chemistry of a teenage rom-com, To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before takes an overused trope of fake relationships and makes it its own, with an unforgettable classic high school love tale. 

8. The Vow (2012)  Changing the entire course of two people’s lives in one accident, The Vow, based on a true story, is a heartbreaking film on love and grief. 

A Bit More Than Boy Meets Girl  not so much of romance as connecting with friends or yourself; these movies are perfect for movie nights with friends or if simply you’re not in the mood for a classic rom-com: 

9. Laggies (2014)  Starring Kiera Knightly, Sam Rockwell, and Chloe Grace Moretz, Laggies is a tale not only of unexpected love but the reality of feeling like lagged in your 20s.

10. The Other Woman (2014)  The Other Woman is about the other woman, starring the golden comedy trio Cameron Diaz, Leslie Mann, and Kate Upton, as they set up for the perfect revenge.

11. Paper Towns (2015)  In the classic John Green tale of small-town high school and daydreaming for the manic pixie girl, Paper Towns is a tale of friendship and growing up, with a bittersweet ending that feels more real than the classic Disney happily ever after. 

12. The Way Way Back (2013)  With a ridiculously talented cast, The Way Way Back is a classic comedic and bittersweet summer beach film of love, parenthood, and friendships, all while coming of age in a world that doesn’t always go your way.

13. The Edge of Seventeen (2016)  Hilarious but uncomfortably too true to every teenager at one point, is a perfect film for both depth and comedy, dealing in the themes of betrayal, love, friendship, teenage angst, and loss.

Classics to Re-Binge - or Finally Get Around To Watching It  from the 90s to the 10s, created in the classic formula of wit, charm, iconic-ness, and of course: romance and comedy 

14. How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003)  Perhaps one of the most famous rom-com of the 21st century, How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is exactly as the title suggests; even in the two decades since its release, the film remains fresh, original, and hilariously sharp in the rom-com film department.

15. The Proposal (2009)  In the ultimate fake relationship trope, The Proposal is a classic New York-to-small-town romance, unforgettably delivered by Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds.

16. 13 Going on 30 (2004)  13 Going on 30 achieves every 13-year-old girl’s dream; the film centralizes around the youthful and comedic 13-year-old-stuck-in-30-year-old body tale with just the perfect amount of true romance.

17. Crazy Rich Asians (2018) Heartwarming and a feast to the eyes of cinematography, costumes, and score, Crazy Rich Asians is the story of Rachel Chu entering the world of crazy rich Asians, and her fight for her true love. 

18. 10 Things I Hate About You (1999)  In the perfect combination of romance and comedy, 10 Things I Hate About You is a classic in fake-relationship-turned-true-love, starring both the brilliant Julia Stiles and Heath Ledger. 

and of course: 19. Valentine’s Day (2010)  Starring the biggest names of rom-com from Julia Roberts to Anne Hatheway to Jennifer Garner, Valentine’s Day is a film of multiple love stories all interconnected, set in no other date but Valentine’s Day. 

[milkywayan]

i really love the bbc tudor monastery farm, BUT

why dont any of the men have skirts on their doublets? their clothes dont fit and look silly because literally half of the doublet is just not there

like what is this??

this is what it should look like! see the part below the waist? that is the skirt that is missing

there are some doublets without skirts that i have seen in some art (outside of southern german/austrian) but there the hosen are waaaaay higher!

this just looks as if that guy is wearing the doublet of a child, or a half finished garment

[illusionaireme]

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[cagedbymountains]

i impulse bought a film camera and i don't know what i'm doing but it's fun ig

[lokis-army-77]

Live from Hawkins: Round Two

Older!Eddie Munson x female reader x Older!Steve Harrington

Word Count: 3.6k

What was steve doing when you and his friend were acidently fimling yourselves and why does he want to join in?

Warning: 18+. Eddie and Steve are in their late 50s to early 60s, reader is 20s to early 30s. p in v, oral (f and m receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, pet names, fingering, double penatration, masturbation, exobitonism?, voryerism?.

Masterlist Part 1

It's almost ten p.m. when Steve's phone buzzes and a notification lights up the screen. He grabs it off the bedside table and places his book down on the bed beside him. 

The small notification box read:

EDDIE MUNSON IS LIVE 

Steve clicked on the screen puzzled. What the hell is he doing at this time of night? Steve asked himself as he typed in his phone's password. It only took a second for the live stream to load and what Steve saw had his face blooming with heat. 

Eddie was lying across his king-size bed, head buried between the legs of some young, sweet-sounding thing. Steve stared she couldn't have been older than twenty-two. 

He couldn't keep his eyes off them as they panted and groaned. The show they were unknowingly giving had Steve's cock straining in his pajama pants. 

A small speck of guilt hit him when he cupped himself. He should call Eddie, tell him to turn the live off. It wasn’t just him watching this, the viewers piled in, hitting somewhere in the thousands. 

Eddie wasn't just some unknown guy, he had once been part of a successful band in the 90s and now a producer in the rock scene. People knew him and this would be front-page news by the morning. Yet Steve pushed down that guilt and slipped his hand past the elastic waistband of his pants. 

Your moans coming through the speaker of his phone egged him on as he fisted his cock. He let out a sputtered breath, slowly moving his thumb over the head, smearing the bead of pre cum around. Never had his best friend turned him on this much. Not even when they had their little experimental phase before Eddie had gotten married or those one-off nights several years after Eddie's wife had died. 

No, never had Eddie gotten Steve all torn up. But add you to the mix and Steve was just about ready to cum and he had barely begun to touch himself. 

Steve continued to watch, eyes half-lidded and full of lust. His fingers stroked up and down, up and down, pulling sinful sounds out of him. The way your body moved in response to Eddie had Steve fumbling. 

"Fuck, baby, feels so good." He mumbled to himself, his hips kicking up in his grip. He was so close. 

His vision became tunneled as he continued to fuck his hand. Hard and fast were his strokes. His focus was shot, he no longer watched his phone, and the obscene noises coming from it also faded into the background. Steve had a one-track mind now and it was all for his own pleasure. 

His other hand dropped the phone and came to cup his balls. He let out a choked gasp at the feeling of both his hands. 

"Fuck fuck fuck, I'm gonna... ahh fuck!" Steve was at his limit. Cock hard and balls straining he cried out into the open air of his home. His release sprung forth, coating his chest in sticky spend. It dribbled out of him and pooled on his abdomen. 

Steve's breathing was staggered, shallow, and fast and he worked himself to overstimulation. He jerked against his sheets and then finally let go of his cock, heaving. 

He made a face when he looked down to see the mess he had made of his stomach. Carefully he reached over to his bedside table and grabbed the box of Kleenex. Taking a handful he wiped himself down and threw the soiled squares to the side, a mess for him to clean up tomorrow. 

With his eyes closed he listened to his heartbeat thumping in his ears. He was calming down. And in an instant the post-nut clarity rushed in and Steve scrambled for his phone. You were both finished, lying, spent, on Eddie's bed. So Steve exited the live and called his friend. 

The first call was answered by voicemail but the second went through. 

Eddie huffed into the receiver at the interruption and Steve informed him, not-so-nicely of what was happening. 

…

Days passed and Steve couldn't get the thought of you or Eddie out of his head. He'd tried everything from cold showers when the thoughts hit,  to thinking of the most non-boner inducing things he could conjure up in his head. But his mind was wicked and he needed the both of you. 

He was so thankful when the next Friday rolled around and he met Eddie for lunch. Eddie couldn't stop gushing about you. How he was so glad you could find the humor in his accidental livestream, and thank God your face hadn't been shown clearly in the dim light of the room. He even expressed that you had agreed to see "an old man like himself" again that coming  Saturday. 

It was then that Steve knew he would do everything in his power to get in on a night with you and Eddie. 

After your Saturday dinner with Eddie the next day Steve showed up at his house. Eddie recounted the hell of a time he had with you. How you'd beg for him and ask so politely for things he wasn't even sure his old bones could do anymore. How he loved the chance to be dominant in the bedroom again. You were a vixen, a succubus and he was completely enthralled. 

Then, Steve asked, "Do you think she'd like a third?" 

Eddie had stopped in his tracks, mouth open wide before a devious smile fixed itself onto his face. 

"Oh, Stevie boy, are you asking what I think you are?" 

Steve couldn't help the fierce blush that came to his cheeks. "I-I- uh…" He stuttered. Eddie just smiled and hit Steve's knee with the back of his hand.

"I'm teasing, you always get so flustered." He laughed. "But sure, I'll ask her."

…

When Eddie had broached the subject of inviting his friend Steve into the bedroom, you were hesitant, but then Eddie showed you pictures of the man. He was stunning, hair cut short and graying just like Eddie's. A short beard and tan freckled skin. He looked fit, his arms bulged under the sleeves of his button-up shirt, thighs much the same in those black slacks. 

You licked your lips and pressed your legs together. Looking at Eddie wide-eyed you nodded. 

“What’s that baby? Need you to say it,” He tutted, swiping a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers grazing your cheek. 

“Want your friend to join us, please."

And just like that, Steve's fantasy was coming true. 

…

Steve was freshly home from work, exhausted, and in need of a large black coffee even though it was closing in on 6:30 at night. He had just started to unbutton the light blue button-up when his phone rang. Taking it from his pocket, he answered with a swipe of his thumb. 

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Steve, It’s me.” Eddie’s gruff voice filtered in through the speaker. 

“Oh, hey man. What’s up?” Steve held the phone between his shoulder and ear, fingers starting on the buttons again. 

“I know it’s short notice but do you want to come over?” 

Steve sighed and looked at his alarm clock. “Uh, I don’t know Eds, it's almost seven.” 

There was some shuffling on the other end and a muffled reply from Eddie, only it wasn’t to him, it was to you. “Well, did ya hear that, Sweetheart? Old man Steve can’t come tonight.” 

Steve’s heart skipped. “Woah woah woah woah. Hold on a second… She’s there?”

“Yep, Stevie boy, she's here all right, watin’ on you. Isn’t that right, Sugar?”

He hears more shuffling and then a soft, sultry voice. “Yeah, Steve, need you here.” You giggled as Eddie pulled the phone away from you. 

“Hurry up and get over here, front door’s unlocked.” And with that, Eddie hung up. 

Steve cranked himself into high gear, unbuttoning his shirt and grabbing his keys from the dresser. No less than five traffic violations were committed as he sped to Eddie’s with one thing on his mind. You.

When Steve arrived at Eddie’s, you could hear him rushing into the house and quickly making his way to the bedroom where you were already undressed and lounging on the king-sized bed. As soon as the phone call had ended, Eddie had ordered you to rid yourself of his shirt and your underwear, saying he wanted you all nice and pretty for when Steve got there. 

Steve entered the room with a grin on his face which slowly faded once he saw you laid out for him. 

Goosebumps covered your flesh, the room was cold and the two pairs of eyes scouring your body didn’t help. 

“Hi, Steve.” You lifted a hand and waved languidly at him. He gulped and looked over at Eddie. 

“She said hi, don’t be rude, say hello back.” 

Steve straightened, coming back to himself. “Hi, Babydoll.” 

You smiled a toothy smile and squirmed on the bed, hair flaring out around your head. Steve took a step closer to you only to be stopped by Eddie clearing his throat. “Before we start… we talked it over, and Steve, we won’t do it if you aren’t okay with it.” Steve looked at his friend with a little bit of fear as to what he was going to suggest. “But, this one,” he pointed at you and shook his head. “This one said, after the fact, that she liked knowing people had watched us. So how about we film this? She said faces can be blurred, names can be cut out…” Eddie trails off.

Steve looks between the two of you and he can’t believe he says it but it comes out strong. “Okay.” 

“Okay?” You and Eddie ask in surprise. 

He shrugs, “I mean if they really won’t be able to see my face.” 

Eddie stands and claps Steve on the back. “Glad to see you’re up for it, Stevie.” He grabs his phone and holds it out toward you. “Baby, do you mind figuring out the camera?” 

You huff, grab the phone from his hand and expertly navigate to the camera. Setting the video to record after selecting a ten-second delay. You hand it back to Eddie, telling him to prop it up on the dresser, back camera facing the bed. 

Once the recording starts you lay back on the bed and wait patiently for the two men. Eddie moves around to the side closest to your head and he leans down, lips brushing the shell of your ear. 

“Wanna let Steve taste you, Sweetheart?” Eddie asks. You nod only for him to tsk, “Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, please I want him to.” 

“Then ask him, baby.”

You look at Steve as he watches you with wide eyes, his tongue slowly swiping across his bottom lip. “Steve?” 

“Yeah, Babydoll?” He answers.

“Will you please eat me out?” 

Steve loses his breath at your question but beams all the same. “Sure I will, baby.” He begins his crawl up the bed to your legs. His hands are softer than Eddie’s as you feel them running over your skin. There are no callouses from years of playing guitar, just smooth palms and fingertips tickling you with how lightly they touch you. “Open wide for me, love.” 

You do as he says, spreading your legs to accommodate his wide shoulders. You let your upper body relax into the mattress, soft sighs come from you as Steve's hands continue to rub at you. Your heart is beating in anticipation and as soon as you close your eyes you feel a short, wet lick going up your slit. 

"Ah.. Steve," you gasp. Your hands immediately reach out to grip his hair to which he responds by pulling away.

"Eddie, why don't you keep her hands occupied and out of my hair." He pulls your hands away from him and waits for Eddie to grab hold of them before settling back between your thighs. 

Eddie complies, taking your hands and raising them above your head and resting them on the tops of his thighs. "Keep your hands right here, baby, don't wanna see you move 'em," he instructs. "Now tell Steve you're sorry for messing up his hair." 

You pout and dig your fingers into Eddie's jeans when Steve's tongue flicks at your clit. "I'm sorry for putting my hands in your hair, Stevie." 

Steve's kitten links to your clit stop and he looks up through thick eyelashes. "Fuck… baby." He groans before diving back into you. This time his licks aren't slow. They're fast and strong and almost too much as he only shows attention to your clit. 

Behind you, Eddie unzips his jeans and begins to pull himself from them. He taps your cheek with his hand and speaks your name. "Open that pretty mouth for me," he says.

You feel yourself getting impossibly wetter at the sight of his cock inches from you. Opening your mouth, you stick your tongue out for good measure. 

Eddie groans as he pushes himself into you. "Such a good girl for me. My cock taste good, sugar?" 

You hum around him, the tangy taste of his precum spreading throughout your mouth. He let you suck on him as best you could before he began thrusting in and out gently. 

Meanwhile, Steve had begun fucking your entrance with two fingers. He had you squirming underneath him, hips bucking at the sensations. 

It was hard to focus on any one feeling, on either of the two men. As Eddie fucked your mouth and Steve your pussy, your body filled with pleasure. Your legs widened for Steve, walls clenching down around his fingers as he pressed them up over and over again into a sensitive spot. Your throat relaxed and your head fell over the side of the bed letting Eddie's cock delve deeper and deeper into you. 

With your mouth full you can’t tell them you’re close, but Steve can tell. You’ve got his fingers in a vice-like grip and he can see the cool sweat that's broken out all over you. He laps up your wetness and begins to suck on your clit. 

You let out muffled moans and gagging breaths before pushing Eddie away. Your arms stung with the ache of holding onto his thighs for so long. “Fuck!” you cry out, gasping for air as your body begins to twitch, orgasm coming on fast.

Steve pulls away just far enough to speak. “Gonna cum, Babydoll? Gonna cum all for us?” 

“Yeah, gonna cum,” you heave, chest rising and falling fast.

“Then ask.” Eddie’s voice is deep and booming behind you. 

“Please Sir, Steve, can I cum?” you ask. 

They both take the time to look at one another and Eddie shrugs, leaving Steve to decide. 

“Go ahead, baby.” Steve smiles and kicks up the pace of his fingers while his other hand comes to massage your clit. 

Eddie’s hands are also on you in a second, pulling and pinching at your nipples. The sensations are too much to handle, your back arches off the bed and your muscles go rigid as you cum hard. Wet sounds fill the room as Steve keeps plunging his fingers in and out. 

“Cumming! I’m fucking cumming!” you cry, legs snapping shut around Steve as your body shook. 

“Good girl,” they both praise. 

Steve took his hand from between your legs and brought his soaked fingers up to his mouth, licking them. Before he could clean them completely, Eddie took Steve’s hand and brought it to his own mouth. He hummed at the taste of you. 

“You always taste so sweet, sugar.” He hums. 

You watch, eyes half-lidded, as Steve moves to sit in the middle of the bed, back pressed against the headboard. Eddie rakes his fingers in your hair then grabs your shoulders, helping to sit you up. 

 He gives you soft kisses over your face before asking, “Gonna let us fuck you now, baby?” 

“Yes, sir. Wanna feel you both.” 

“Is that right, Babydoll? Want us to stretch you open?” Steve reaches his hand out, catching your ankle and rubbing circles into the skin with his thumb.

“Please.” You pull your foot away from him only to then crawl his way. Steve guides your legs over his. He’s still in his slacks, cock aching to be released. The heat your body lets off above him only adds to his discomfort. 

“God, need these fucking things off.” He growls hands coming down between the two of you only for you to push them away. 

“I’ll get it.” You respond in a sultry tone. Nimble fingers flick the button of his pants open and with how much he’s tented against the zipper it almost flies down by itself. 

Eddie moves up the bed behind you. Pants and boxers now discarded. His warm palms traverse the smooth expanse of your back and hips, his fingers grip at your ass. He looks over your shoulder and chuckles, "Still as big as ever aren't you, Stevie?" 

Steve's cock is massive in your hands. Slowly you begin to move up and down his length, spreading the milky, translucent spend over his tip. He groans, hips bucking into your hands. 

"Quit teasing baby. Need to be inside you." Steve tuts. 

You wriggle in his lap before going up onto your knees. Steve scoots down a bit and his cock aligns with your entrance. You keep him straight as you slowly sink down on him. His girth stretches you further than you've ever experienced. Air is sucked in through your teeth as you whine, head falling forward to his shoulder.

"I know, baby, I know." He coos.

Behind you, Eddie still has his hands over you, helping you move steadily to the base of his friend. 

If Steve was pushing you to your limit now, you couldn't begin to imagine what it would feel like to also have Eddie buried in your ass.

When the tip of Steve's cock met with the resistance of your cervix, you let out a long, low mewl. “Ah- Steve!” 

“That’s right babydoll, say my name.” He grits out as Eddie helps you to up the pace of your hips. 

“Steve!” You call out again, whimpering as you clench down around him. 

His hand reaches for the back of your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. You slow your hips down to an almost halt and as you pull away from Steve you look back at Eddie. “Please,” you say to him. “Wanna feel you too.” 

Eddie takes his time lining himself up with you, teasing your hole with the tip only to move away. He extends his hand between yours and Steve's faces. “Spit,” He commands and you both spit into his hand. He uses the saliva to wet himself and you before pressing in finally. 

You gasp, chest falling into Steve as you are opened up. Eddie had only recently started fucking your ass, in preparation for this night, but him alone couldn’t amount to the feeling of both holes being filled by such massive cocks. 

“Ah- fuck Sweetheart,” Eddie grunts. “Sucking me in aren't you?”

You nod erratically, “Yes, sir. Mmm, you both feel so good.” 

Steve chuckles. “She says we feel good, Eds.” 

“I know… She feels good too.” Eddie chokes out a moan, “I think I can feel you, Steve.”

“Fuck, me too.” 

You think Steve is moving closer to you for a kiss but when you close your eyes and the kiss doesn't come, you open them again only to see him kissing Eddie. The sheer dominance Eddie was putting into the kiss had you clamping down around them, bringing forth long, deep groans from them both. You watched in awe as Eddie had his fingers twisted in the hair at Steve’s neck, pulling his head back. It opened him up for more teeth, more tongue, more everything. You would have thought it impossible to get even more wet, but this sight was what it took. 

Eddie shoved Steve away gently and then connected his lips with your neck. Steve also began to pay attention to your body by latching onto one of your breasts. You begin to ride them both, hips rutting into each of them at a breakneck speed. It was almost too much. 

With them both filling you up and their mouths sucking and licking over your skin, you cry out. You have no time to ask for permission to cum before you feel wetness erupting from between your legs. 

Your head falls back onto Eddie’s shoulder, your chest heaves up and down as your breaths run ragged. The two men keep themselves buried deep within you, fucking you as you moan and cry with pleasure. 

They’re both grunting as they push themselves into you, an animalistic sound that spurs the other on until you feel Steve let up. His rhythm becomes erratic and his grip on your skin like a vice. As he comes undone inside of you he lets out the most leg-clenching, giving you butterfly whimper you have ever heard. 

Eddie is quick to follow, pumping you full and kissing you hard. 

You all fall in a heap of sweaty, exhausted bodies. Someone’s lips find yours in the pile, even with your eyes closed you can tell it’s Steve, his facial hair being almost non-existent compared to Eddie’s beard. Your hand finds its way into his hair again and this time he lets you keep it there, tugging him in closer.  

“Thank you for coming over.” You tell him between open-mouthed kisses. 

Steve sighs. “No, thank you for letting me.” 

“Right, well, I think I need a shower.” Eddie kissed down your shoulder before standing. “Who’s joining me?” 

Excitedly, you scramble to your feet beside him and pull Steve to his. 

This night was far from over if the two men had anything to do with it. Screw work and obligations. Screw going to bed at a decent time. You made them both feel young again and they were going to chase that until they physically couldn’t.

[bianca-mii]

High fives between the guitarists!

how it started...

how it's going...

I am honestly surprised how come it was not discussed more widely👀👀

I mean seriously😏

Or maybe it was but I just can't find it🤔

Btw, I think pretty much everyone remembers the first moment, it's from Making Of Rosenrot. All the guys except from Till were done fimling, but the crew member said: "I know you're all good friends, so I'm sure you'll wait for Till?"

Paul: "Yeah sure"

Richard: "Absolutely!"

Paul: "In the hotel..."

Paul & Richard: "Hahahaha *high five*"

Two absolute little shits!🤣 (I'm gonna be honest, I had fantasies about Till teaching them both a lesson they wouldn't forget for weeks after that🤭)

Ah well, but let's rather focus on the high five evolution, any thoughts?🤣🤣

[mudwerks]

(via The Grim Gallery: Exhibit 4880)

Michael Keaton as Beetlejuice (1988)

[aurlieanbeloved]

I want to be explicitly clear, I don't like jkr, I fucking hate her. And this is not a safe space for terfs, and If you don't understand what I say when I say that, you have bigger problems. The amount of laws right now in the UK that are part of quite literally making it illegal to be trans and basically fucked over trans Youth and trans adults , that JKR very publicly supports , and has caused so much harm to actual people both gay and trans with the shit she says (she has compared trans women to being men in dresses, and trans men to being poor brainwashed autistic women (and that's just fucking insulting cause that also implies that she thinks that all autistic people can't make their own medical decisions ethier) and while we're at it let's talk about how she publicly announced Dumbledore is gay, and then decided in the movies (i believe this is during fimling fantastic beast) that no actually he's straight, or the incident where she compared being a wear wolf to having aids while talking about Remus. Jkr is actually a fucking terf, and I love that whenever people bring it up she loses her shit. So no this bolg isn't for you I'f you even remotely like her. I make fics for the girls and the gays and that's it.

Anyway do your own research if you don't believe me, she did write a very funny self insert fic of herself where she acts like " woe is me and Draco malfoy called me a terf and thats a slur" on Twitter (might have to scroll a bit, this was like around the beginning of the pandemic i belive)

[sassyandclassy94]

Ever wonder why there aren’t too many bts photos of the boys with Luke? Well… he found something more exciting than his castmates. HE PROPOSED TO HIS NOW WIFE WHILE FIMLING THE BOYS IN THE BOAT😭

[freebooter4ever]

Oh i DID learn something recently that made me feel better about shit - i went and saw marc davi*s' personal collection and while all the famous art was amazing to see up close and REAL instead of a reproduction on the computer. But the most amazing part for me was seeing the shitty drawings. They had stacks of his scrap doodles and sketchbooks and i would say 50% of it was lackluster. Marc is one of my idols - he does character like very few people manage to do character. And here he was drawing crappy sketches that if you followed the page slowly turned into the final flawless concept piece. It reminded me of fred asta*ire's comment to debbie during the fimling of singing in the rain when she was crying over not being able to get the dance steps right - how he took her to watch his own practice session to show her just how fucking hard it was even for him. It was work - it wasnt this magical talent that showed up one day.

On the other hand i have also watched The Legend sit down to a table and doodle on the paper tablecloth and each scribble magically turns into a master piece so i guess some people really just are blessed :)