#garciaflynns

[chiefnooniensingh]

#don’t you know lucy #it’s you #it’s always been you

Timeless (2016-2018) | 2x08 Chinatown part 1

[goranvisnjiconline]

Good morning - Good Afternoon my friends! We're already Friday! I say already, because the last two weeks went quite fast for me at work! 🤣 Goran has finally shaved the Mighty Mustache and posted it on his Instagram story! 🤭Thanks to @accio-baqat who pointed it out for me... I really need to activate the notifications on my Instagram haha! 🤭😂

I thought we had opened bets for when Goran would shave Le Stache? 😂 Did we really do this? HAHAH! That place looks really magnificent! Well, now that Ekvinocijo is over (By the way the Finale trailer for Ekvinocijo is up on Youtube, I will re screencap this weekend) Goran is headed to the @croatianinternationalfilmfest 😊

Now, me and @caffeinatedcomet we need help.... For the second picture ;) We're trying to find on which show or movie this picture is from? So far we've been looking. I know that Goran could totally tell us, but I'm not going to tag him, because I don't want to bother him 😂😂😂

And I also bought "The Last Will" DVD on eBay... It says that it's a PAL dvd... Will it play on my computer? I have no idea haha! On this, I have to run to work, see ya later 😎😎

[eclecticmuses]

36, 40, 45 for the Valentine's day ask!

36. cloud gazing or star gazing?Definitely star gazing, even if I’m crummy at picking out constellations. The only ones I can identify are Orion and the Big Dipper. But it’s so nice to just lay out and look up at the twinkling stars in the sky and just relax and contemplate the vastness of space. Even better if there’s a meteor shower on. I’ve done that several times and it’s fun to keep count! I’ve even seen a fireball.

40. coffee, hot chocolate, or tea?Coffee. Coffee coffee coffee. I’m drinking coffee right now. I drink coffee all day. I’m a coffee-based lifeform. I don’t mind tea though if it’s got lots of milk and sugar, and hot chocolate is great if I need something comforting.

45. favorite pajamas?My SHIELD Academy alumni t-shirt and my stormtrooper Santa pajama pants. :D

Valentine’s Day asks!

[kyloren]

Oh my gosh Mila!!! Your TATILB gifs are utter bangers 😍 can I ask what font you used for the Covinsky song one?

I’ve googled ‘To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before font’ and google said the font’s name is Have Heart. 🤗

[wmhalliwell]

I found you on Twitter this morning with ur Reylo tweet fic and it made me realize that you ran this blog!!! I found it a few months back, but I was on a hiatus from SW so I didn't immediately follow but today i was like "OMG YES". Your blog is so cute and cheerful, I LOVE IT. And your Tweet Fic is so sweet I've been getting more cavities with every update ✨💜✨💜✨💜✨

Ahhh thank you oh so much! I’m so glad you love the fic and thank you for following me! I’m trying not to be 100% SW these days so I do post more than just that lol 

tysm for the kind message! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

[savedtime]

        She’s been in this restaurant dozens of times before, sometimes with friends, sometimes with her boyfriend ( ex, she reminds herself ). Usually her trips here are happier occasions, but there’s a distinct change in her demeanor this time. Lucy settles herself on one of the bar stools, offering a hollow greeting to the bartender. She recognizes him, but it occurs to her briefly that she doesn’t know much about him. “ Your strongest drink, ”  she says, flashing a faint smile. It lacks its usual exuberance. “ Please. And keep ‘em coming. ”

@timejvmp

[lucyprestonns-blog]

First

Smut Prompts: Send me a word and I’ll write a drabble or starter about…Our muses having their first time.

【 @garciaflynns 】

There is no vodka, no team, & definitely no holding back.

After everything that happened when they went to save Jiya, save Rufus, take down Emma & Jessica… Lucy found herself still living in the bunker. Mostly, she didn’t want to leave her room. She doesn’t want to live in a world where her entire family destroyed & there’s nothing left for her. She became a historian because she looked up to her mother, now? She doesn’t even want to know all the things she does because it reminds her of the woman that ruined everything.

Admittedly, she thought she was alone. She didn’t eat much, barely had the energy for the one shower she took in the week she had stayed there, & didn’t even turn the lights on most of the time. So when her door opened, she immediately grabbed a book & was prepared to throw it at whoever was trying to loot the place until she realized she knew who it was. Garcia, smiling at her as always. It didn’t occur to her that he was still there as well, not exactly a free & innocent man in the eyes of the government.

She puts down the book & sits up, looking over to him. Without using her words, she quietly invites him to sit with her. Its an invitation he understands as he makes his way in, sitting next to her.��❝ I didn’t even know you were here. Maybe that’s why my cereal disappeared the other day… ❞ His comment makes her smile just a little, but she ultimately is still feeling quite down. She doesn’t know how to interact now that she feels like she’s lost a part of herself.

He can tell that she isn’t there because she has a thing for old military structures, but because she’s not ready to move on. Something he can entirely relate to. They both have lost people because of Rittenhouse, & as far as they know there’s no way to get them back. He parts his lips to speak, but Lucy does so first. ❝ I feel alone, Garcia. Everything I love is gone or ruined. All of it. ❞ She pauses for a second, looking up at him. ❝ I guess, except you. You’re the only one who talked to me when I was down, protected me, or generally even fought for me. Thank you. ❞

Lucy moves in for a hug, surprising Garcia some but after a few seconds he opens his arms & holds her. He’s not sure what it was about the day that he was given her journal, but ever since then he felt like it was his job to do everything he can to make sure that she’s safe. Wanting to make her happy? That’s a byproduct he wasn’t expecting but one that he tries to push down along with his own happiness. After losing Lorena, he doesn’t feel like he deserves the right to give her something he can’t find in himself. The man who failed to protect his family doesn’t deserve to be happy, right…?

Lucy looks up to him as they sit there, suddenly feeling things that had never popped up before. Maybe all the stress & emotional trauma has made her change, but she’s looking at him & seeing him differently. A man who clearly cares about her & the best she’s ever done is defended him to their team & had a few glasses of vodka together. Garcia can see there’s something different in her eyes, something familiar yet new. Before he can ask what’s on her mind, he sees her move & her lips are against his. He wants to pull away, to be the gentleman & the person who still doesn’t feel like he deserves it… but he can’t.

Before everything, before Lorena even, he was a different man. One that was rougher, more casual about the way he handled intimacy. But after all the events in his life, all the things the broke him, he’s so much different. Softer, more caring. So as Lucy moves herself onto his lap, he hold her gently against him by her hips. His kisses are soft & almost hesitant. It isn’t until she starts to pull at his shirt that he realizes that its real, that they’re actually doing this. That they’re really & truly changing their dynamic.

As he pulls himself out of his thoughts, he finally can do more than kiss her back when he realizes that she’s almost naked. She managed to get his shirt off, but now so is hers. She’s slender, but not so thin that one would worry if she’s been eating. Her breasts are such a perfect shape that Garcia finds himself blushing as he considers them. The last time he was this close to anyone, it was Lorena. But Lucy… she would be the only to break through his walls & find the man who desperately needs to be loved. Hesitantly, his hands move from her hips to her chest & softly cup her breasts. She makes soft sounds, ones that make him smile just a little.

He knows that what they’re doing isn’t going to fix anything, but it just feels… right. Like this is where they’re heading if her future self was any indication. He tries not to think about that, or much else, as Lucy’s hands move down to undo his pants. She’s not sure if she should be doing this, least of all Garcia, but she wants to. Her mind is apparently made up on the matter because she needs comfort, pleasure. She’s never going anywhere near Wyatt again, & she honestly has no one else in her life anymore. No one but him.

He obliges her by helping with his pants, slipping them off & pushing them to the floor. Now all that’s left is Lucy’s shorts, the only barrier left between them. There’s some hesitation on both sides, contemplating the ramifications of actually going through with it… But the both look at each other & see how much they need it. How they need to feel good for once after all the shit that’s happened to them. So Garcia reaches out, sliding his hands slowly down her sides as he makes his way to the edge of her shorts, making her crave it just a bit.

His hands push under the material, touching her skin as he slips them off her. Her skin is so damn soft, so hard not to touch. Lucy starts to settle back down in his lap, but Garcia flips them over once all of the clothing is out of the way. He lays her down in the blankets, his hands traveling her bare skin. He’s learning her, feeling her every curve as he explores her body. He makes soft sounds here & there when he finds her sensitive spots, which is information he stores in his mind for future use.

❝ Garcia… ❞ His name gets his attention, looking into Lucy’s eyes. Just like earlier when he opened her door, he understands her silent looks. This one… This one tells him everything he needs to know about her desire. With quite a bit of care & gentleness, he pushes himself between her legs. He doesn’t do anything for a moment, just kneeling there while he looks down at Lucy. He’s making sure she wants this, him, & her soft nod confirms it for him. Part of him wants her to say no, but there’s a bit part of him that wants to feel good & loved.

Already worked up from their actions leading up to that moment, his erection obvious & ready. He takes himself into his hand & rubs his tip against her folds, making her moan softly. He almost made a sound as well, struggling to contain himself. He keeps up his teasing for a moment before Lucy looks up at him, begging with her beautiful eyes. He smirks a little before giving her what she wants, slowly pushing inside her. Now he makes noise, groaning at how good Lucy feels. He apparently isn’t the only one feeling that way because she’s sounding quite the same.

Garcia takes it slow, not having sex in years & not exactly sure if Lucy ever has. Its not a normal conversation topic, so he tries not to assume too much… but damn does she feel good. He bends at the hips, propping himself on his forearms as he hovers above her. Lucy wraps her legs around him, clinging to Garcia as they lay there, making love. It definitely isn’t ‘fucking’, because it feels so much deeper than that emotionally. They’re connected in so many ways, & this is just adding to the pile.

Time passes slowly for them as they kiss & moan to each other, both getting lost in the pleasure. It isn’t until Lucy feels her body start to build up to her orgasm that she speaks again. ❝ More, please? I’m… I’m close. ❞ She feels a bit of embarrassment asking, the awkwardness between them still present, but Garcia can feel her body shift energy, tense up as he continues in & out of her. He understands what she needs. His hips move faster to satisfy her request, but he still stays gentle to keep the moment special.

It only takes but a minute or two before Lucy’s lips part to speak, but only moans leave her. She wants to tell him she’s orgasming, but he doesn’t need her to tell her that. He can feel it, her muscles tightening around him & her back arcing. She cries out in pleasure as her body overloads, his name even leaving her lips. Her face is flush, her body soft & beautiful in his hands. With all of that combined together, it doesn’t take much more for Garcia to his his climax as well. His hands move to her hips, holding her in place as he thrusts deep inside her. He moans loudly, louder than he had since they started, filling her with his seed.

They’re panting, catching their breaths by the time his hips stop moving. He looks down to Lucy, trying to gauge her as they both relax & come to terms with what just happened. He half expects her to pull away from him, to be disgusted or upset… but instead, she kisses him. Not just a peck or something soft, a full on kiss. ❝ Thank you. I… I didn’t know that I needed you like that but… just… hold me?❞ He doesn’t need to be asked twice as he carefully rolls them over, holding her against him.

He wasn’t tired before, but he certainly is now. As he lays there, his eyes close while he starts to pet her hair. ❝ Thank you, by the way, for reminding me that its okay for me to feel emotions other than anger. You truly are an incredible woman, Lucy Preston.❞ She smiles at him, feeling proud of herself for not only letting someone in but helping him be more human again. She starts to reply to him, telling him about how much she cares for him, but she soon realizes that Garcia is dead asleep. She chuckles softly to herself as she lays her head down, letting herself do the same.

[abouttiimeadjacent]

      ❝ Well, I don't know what your experience has been, Mr. Flynn, but it's really amazing how many time travelers you run into. ❞

@timejvmp

[lorenaflynn]

I've never known of three people making it work before, but I want to try. (👀)

Polyamory sentence starters

“Dragi,” She reached toward him and cupped his cheek, her legs draped over his lap. Lorena had spent long enough without him, now she was going to touch him as much as she could. Her thumb sweeping over his cheekbone. “If you propose this to her, you’ll probably sound like you’re looking for a threesome. I could ask her, I rather like Lucy.” 

@lucyprestonns, @garciaflynns

[goranvisnjiconline]

Good Monday morning my friends!

Already August 5th! Damn summer is passing by quite rapidly... But it's ok, it's ok haha!

⭐Goran Višnjić will do the opening speech for the Croatian International Film Festival on Thursday August 8th, which fall on the same day for mom's LAST cancer treatment!!!! 😌❤

⭐I will fix the Filmography section on the website, there are some movie covers that just won't load. Will upload the thumbnail covers to my server.

⭐Goran did post on his Instagram few hours ago: "These last few months were, well, interesting...😊😎... @netflixvalhalla#ekvinocijo at @dubrovnikfestival . What to say... it was a very good year ... And the most beautiful thing about it...?! It's not even over yet...😊... still a lot of space for amazing things to come, for manny blessings to come... keep the good spirits up my friends...😊👋"

WOW! What to say? More to come, which means more work for me and @caffeinatedcomet hahah! When I opened GVD on February 28th, I didn't know what kind of adventure it was going to be... You know what? It's the best adventure ever! I've met so many cool and interesting people. We talk everyday, you guys were there to cheer me up in the last weeks! Thank you everyone and looking forward to Goran's next projects!! 👌

[eclecticmuses]

garciaflynns replied to your post “today in fic writing: finally learned how to do freaking em dashes in...”

Stephanie....can you please...share this sorcery,

@garciaflynns absolutely! Here is how you do em dashes in Google Docs:

It’s really more of a workaround. I read that there’s a keyboard shortcut for it on Macs, but there’s not an easy one for Windows unless you want to do the alt+number code every time you do an em dash, which is stupid. So here’s the workaround I found.

Go into Tools > Preferences and you’ll see a section called Automatic Substitution. In the empty Replace/With fields at the top, enter [space]--[space] under Replace, and a proper em dash (alt+0151) under With. Then hit Okay.

I noticed though that it didn’t automatically turn on my custom Replace With so I had to go back into Preferences and make sure the blue check next to my em dash was turned on. After that, it worked like a charm. As I’m typing, if I need an em dash I just type a space after my word, hit --, keep going, and BOOM em dash. I hope it works just as easily for you! Let me know if you have any problems with it.

[princessamerigocreations]

Christmas started early for me this year, and I'm so very happy!

@BattleshipGarcy made a wonderful fanart for my fanfic Steam! (Which was inspired by one of her fics, anyway) I'm so so happy and grateful! She is the best!

You can find Steam here. https://archiveofourown.org/works/14861466

[savedtime]

        “ No. I don’t believe that. Not for a second. ”  Maybe early on, she might have. She’d been convinced that he was a monster. But there’s more to him than that, she realizes now. There has to be. “ You told me once that if you were ever able to bring your family back, you’d walk away. Because no matter how much you love them, you couldn’t bear the idea of being with them after everything you’ve done. That doesn’t sound like a guiltless man to me. ”

@timejvmp   /   continued

[lucyprestonns-blog]

【 @garciaflynns & @lorenaflynn 】 - from here.

❝ What are we asking me? ❞ Lucy had walked into the kitchen barefoot, looking for something to make her stomach stop screaming at her. She had been going over some research as the Mothership hadn’t jumped anywhere in days, hoping that one day she can get back to writing her book about the true American history. As she was thinking about some facts to double check, she heard the tail end of Lorena’s sentence. She walks a little closer, curious but feeling tired after being awake for nearly 24 hours.

[abouttiimeadjacent]

      ❝ I just needed someone to be reasonable and explain not every problem can be solved by time travel. ❞

@timejvmp

[lorenaflynn]

‘  you’re too hard to forget.  ’

(   *   &.   –  5 SECONDS OF SUMMER YOUNGBLOOD LYRIC STARTERS.

There was a pause as she held the long gun in her hands, then returned to tucking it into the crook beside the fire place. Her fingers smoothing over the stone before folding them over her stomach. “I certainly hope so. I am your wife after all. You’ve left imprints on my mind as well, as much as Arthur told me you had likely died in the war.” 

She made a gesture for him to follow and clenched her hands as she opened the door to show him the paintings she had propped up against the wall. An odd hobby for a woman of her class in this day and time to take on, but the couple that hosted her thought it was endearing. “I never forgot you either, and I didn’t want Iris to either.”