#golden circle

[lovingherwasgay]

harry's bar fight in golden circle is SO FUNNY TO ME because like. bro did nothing to provoke that dude. didn't even talk to him. he was just trying on his new kingsman glasses in peace and this dickhead comes out of nowhere with the homophobic comments like he has a gaydar up his ass?

it gives off these vibes:

[pidgeispunk]

Pedro Pascal Character Headcannons — Cuddles Pt. 2

you can find part one here.

Oberyn Martell:

Oberyn’s a lazy sleeper, but he likes to make sure he’s close to you. Most nights — if not all — he’ll let you chose the position, meaning it sometimes varies night to night. Usually at least one arm is around your body, whether it’s around your waste or holding your thigh, his hands will always find you. He likes the way you seek out his arms in the night, sometimes not even realising you’re doing it. The way your hand laces with his, and you’re pulling his arm up and over yourself. Usually you’ll wake up in a completely different position that you fell asleep in, and most times Oberyn will have moved himself much closer to you.

Pero Tovar:

Tovar almost always sleeps on his back, he struggles to get to sleep any other way. He also can’t not have you cuddled up to him, any time you try and wriggle out of his hold he’ll whine something and pull you closer. Both arms stay tight around you, fully engulfing you as his hands splay across your back. He’s a little insecure that you might up and leave him at any moment, so he takes the advantage of the night to hold you as close to him as he can. It’s like he’s trying to merge your bodies the way he bear hugs you. He doesn’t care if you’re facing him, spooning, or completely on top, he just has to be hugging you.

Agent Whiskey:

It took Jack a while to admit it, but he adores being the little spoon. He’s always so protective over you during the days, especially given his line of work, so when it comes to sleeping, he loves just being held by you. He feels so safe with your arms around him, head tucked over his shoulder as you press kisses to his temple. His larger hands find yours, lacing his fingers with yours and smiling at the way you absentmindedly fiddle with his. He’ll make sure he’s pressed back against you completely, sighing when he feels you draping a leg over his waist. Some nights he’ll turn around in his sleep, getting even closer if that was possible.

Ezra:

Ezra hates how he has to be so on guard during the night. When he first arrived on the planet he barely slept, he would try and guard as much as possible. But now you’ve convinced him to actually get some sleep, you’ve got enough reinforcement on your ship. He keeps his gun on the floor beside the bed, force of habit you could say. But when it comes to cuddles, he’s more than happy to let you curl up on top of him, you aren’t exactly heavy. He lets his fingers run through your hair as a way of calming him down, knowing it’ll also send you straight to sleep. He likes to be sitting up a little, just in case.

Max Phillips:

Max’s is possessive, despite nobody being around it’s like he’s trying to make sure nobody can get to you. He keeps a hand on your thigh at all times, on the leg that’s bent and draped over his legs. He’ll pull your leg higher if he can, just so he can get his hand higher on your thigh. Considering max doesn’t actually sleep, he’s more than happy to spend the 10 or so hours just watching you. He likes the way you curl up at his side, making sure your head’s comfortable on his chest as a hand lays flat beside your head. Sometimes he’ll slip a hand beneath your head, letting you rest on it just because he knows how much you love it.

Javi Gutierrez:

Javi has a habit of fidgeting. You will most likely not wake up in the position you fell asleep in, and half the time the duvet’s been yanked over to his side. He doesn’t intend on doing in, and sometimes he feels quite bad the way he’s left you with almost no cover and very little room. If he hasn’t starfished and almost knocked you off the bed, he’s taken you with him. If he rolls over, he’ll drag you with him. When he moves an arm, it stays around you.

[more-relics]

Syd Barrett   Pink Floyd at the Gyllene Cirkeln, Stockholm Sweden, September 10 1967. photo by Kenneth Ekberg.

[aljeensane]

harry hart sketch because its colin firth's birthday!

[connorphilpphotography]

Something about this place is so surreal, I almost feel like I was never there...

[zlukaszemprzezswiat]

UDAŁO SIĘ! Nareszcie Znalazłem Islandzkie Konie Z Piękną Tęczą W Tle. Islandia 4K

Czy może być coś piękniejszego od widoku przepięknych koni na tle tęczy?

Podczas całego mojego pobytu na Islandii ciągle mijaliśmy jakieś koniki w oddali lecz nigdy nie było okazji zobaczyć ich z bliska.....aż do teraz.

Przekonaj się czy było warto. Cały odcinek możesz zobaczyć na YouTube na kanale Z Łukaszem Przez Świat Spodobał Ci się odcinek i chcesz postawić mi kawę? nie ma sprawy zapraszam do linku w Bio ( buycoffee.to ) Nie musisz się rejestrować ani zakładać konta

[fartthepart]

[greenreaper04]

This is why people love him. This is why Pedro Pascal deserves everything that's happening on his life right now. Aside from his talent, and physical looks, he is so genuine and pure that you can't help yourself but to love him. He is being showered by love, because he's giving his love.

In a way, this is inspirational for a lot of people. For those who are passionate yet, hasn't gotten what they deserve. Here we have a man that is genuine in what is doing, earning the fruits of his labor. It took a while, but he got there eventually. And I couldn't be more happier for him. You fuckin deserve it bud, just reap what you sow.

[pinkfloydhq]

(Syd Barrett) Pink Floyd at the Golden Circle, Stockholm, Sweden, September 10_1967. 🎧

[dare-valley]

Even the waterfalls are frozen

[cupidssorbet]

“Save a horse, Ride a cowboy.”

Agent whisky x Cowgirl/Rancher Reader.

Summary: Reader assists whisky with a more on edge mission in saving some animals from corrupt people. What happens when things go a bit south after?

Includes: Flirty whisky, Fluff in the beginning, Filth half way through, Hair pulling, Oral (M & F receiving), P in V.

Word count: 2,074

★Please read! ★ This obviously contains smut so you are reading at your own volition! Expect the others coming soon!

By Cupid.

"You two are all set," Ginger spoke, adjusting the strap around your waist giving you a smile. "Thanks Ginge," You hummed, putting the weapon in it's place. "Now where's that cowb-" You let out a squeak as a pair of hands landed on your waist a picked you up. "Right here sugar." Whisky gave you a wink, a toothpick resting between his teeth.

You laughed looking at him, "Though I'd hafta leave without you for a second there." Quickly you reached up and took his hat placing it over your head. "You wouldn't," He stated plain and simple setting you down and taking the hat back. "Alright you two, Let's get movin' The vans waiting for you too." Ginger nodded her head to the doors. "Goodluck."

"Hey, We don't need no luck. We're the best team there is!" You smiled nudging your partner as he gave you his signature smirk and a wink. "In more ways than just work, ain't that right darlin'?" You smacked his chest lightly. "Whisky! Sweet Jesus, let's just go already." You sighed grabbing your own hat & the keys off the desk and heading out a laughing whisky not far behind you.

You both hopped in the van, heading out as fast as the van would allow you too as Ginge began to brief you guys over the headsets. With your eyes focused on the dirt roads ahead and your mind focused on listening to Ginger you failed to notice a hand making it's way onto and up your thigh. "Whisky." You whispered harshly moving his hand away. "What was that?" You cleared your throat, "Nothin' Ginger just thought I saw something." Lying as smoothly as you could giving your partner a harsh look.

All he did was wink and blow you a kiss chuckling to himself as he looked back out the road. "Well then, that's as much as I have for you two. You should be closing in on the place soon. Remember in and out." You both gave her the 'ok' before she gave you the directions of where to put the van for discreetness. "Remember, you two are interested in the horses they've got here. Get pictures, Any evidence. Just don't disrupt anything, with the amount of stuff they could have you ought to be careful. Goodluck." Then with that it was time for you two to get the job done.

You flipped the belt to hide any kind of weaponry, and began your way up to the large farm like area. "State your business here." Two burly men looked down at the two of you. "We're here to look at the extraordinary race horses we've heard so much about, Unless we've got it wrong?" Whiskey asked slyly pulling his sunglasses down to look at the two men. Who in exchange looked at one another, then a rather dazzling dressed man all in a rhinestone cowboy get up opened the doors. "Ah! You must be Mr. Vanholten and Mrs. Heimer. I've been expecting you two." He held out his gloved hands as you two shook them.

You gave whisky a look, Those weren't the name you two would be going along with but it was getting you in quicker. "Come in, We've got the finest racing horses. Only the best!" You looked around, the poor things were in the worst conditions. "How do you get such..strong racin' horses?" Whisky asked, giving you a chance to sneak some pictures and such. "Well between you and me, we've got some outsiders giving us some strong stuff to keep these equines as fast as they are now." The round man before you smiled proudly adjusting his rhinestone coat.

You swear you could've socked him right then and there for practically drugging these horses. "But between you and me.." That's when you hit record hiding it in your sleeve discreetly. "We don't just use it for the horses, if you catch my drift." Whisky's jaw tensed a bit before he nodded. "Well I'll be damned you've got some fine hor-" The doors opened wide as you looked over quickly. "Boss, We've got Mr. Vanholten and Mrs. Heimer. here to look for some new horses." He looked at the man and woman then the two of you. "But I have them right here." He motioned to you two. "Well we've just checked their IDs and they seem to be the real thing." You muttered a quick 'shit.' giving Whisky a look. Taking a quick look around as everything seemed to move in slow motion. A horse not too far from you would be a good way out and fast. There was no way you'd get past the burly men.

"Whisky, Come on!" You grabbed his hand pulling him outta the way of the big men as more came barreling through. Quickly leaping over the metal fence and over the horse. "Sugar we can't just get on and go." He motioned, "Well we hafta!" You hoisted yourself up and over, "Now c'mon." You took his hand and helped him up. With a quick call the horse was up and over, racing towards the now closing metal doors. You kept muttering a 'come on,' One hand holding on tightly to the horses mane as Whisky kept his hands 'round your waist.

With what seemed like luck to you, you made it out on time. The doors shutting on the yelling man. You just kept going, you couldn't stop not until that place was nowhere in sight. "Darlin'! You can stop, You can slow down now!" Whisky called to you, snapping you out have it. You slowed the horse down, letting out a sigh that broke in a laugh. "Whisky I can't believe I did that, I- I did in a spur of the moment kind of situation. There was no way we'd get out to the van and-" He just shushed you, "Hey you got us out of there, as well as one of these poor fellas. I reckon we've got room on the ranch?" You sighed leaning back into him and nodding. "I reckon we do, Now ring up Ginger and tell her we wanna come on home and that we'll need a trailer." He just chuckled kissing your cheek and nodding.-

-

When you had arrived back Ginger had wanted to do some tests, but it was gettin' late and the poor thing looked more tired by the second. So, you refused for the time being saying that in the morning she could come by and the two of you could get a look at the fella better. You and Whisky brought him back, and Whisky insisted he take the horse for ya and that you should go shower. You sighed and smiled a him taking your hat off and stealing his. "Alright, See you inside Cowboy." You didn't waste time heading inside putting his hat on the bed and getting into the warm shower the water hitting your skin making you feel refreshed.

You grabbed your towel wrapping it around yourself and using another one to dry your hair. Humming a tune as you walked outta the master bedrooms bathroom, your husband sitting on the bed his hat back on his head. Tip toeing over you traced your fingertips along his neck getting his attention. "Well Cowboy I think we did damn good. We at least saved on of those poor things," You sat down beside him.

He looked at you smiling, planting a kiss on your lips. "And I mean..You know what they say, Save a horse, Ride a cowboy." You smirked looking at him pulling your towel to the side exposing your wet body to him. He sighed dramatically taking his hat off and placing it at his chest. "Goodness Sugar, What are you tryin' to do to me." He leaned in kissing you harder, your hands went to finding his shirt and jacket tugging at them. Making him break away to undress. You smiled looking at him through your lashes, biting your lip gently. "You enjoyin' the show over there?" You hummed in response to his question. Sitting back and carefully opening your legs. "Sweet Jesus Darlin', You really are trying to kill me aren't you." He groaned his belt and pants hitting the floor. A prominent tent in his boxers as he leaned forward, his hands clinging to your (skintone) thighs.

Massaging them in his hands, planting kisses everywhere and anywhere but where you wanted him. Desperately. "Whisky, Please." You sighed leaning your head back then looking at him again. "Shh, I'm getting to the best part Honey." He leaned forward his dark eyes focused on yours as he licked a long stripe up your wet pussy. Your hand flew to your mouth. "Ah-Ah, I wanna hear you." He pulled your hand down and away as he brought his fingers to your dripping hole, dipping one in causing you to inhale eyes fluttering. "Ohh whiskyyy.." You dragged it out. "That's it," He smirked into your cunt, licking again as he added another finger in pumping.

It felt like your head was spinning as you cried out, his tongue focusing your clit. making you bite your lip instinctively. It felt too good, too much. The knot in your stomach forming. "Shit, Shit right there Whisky," You sighed out, your hand finding his dark hair. You could swear his smiling into as you continued to cry, your thighs clamping down on his head. Your pussy fluttering around his fingers as you came, your head lolling back,

He hummed and sat up a bit. "Taste as sweet as pie darlin' Can't ever get enough of ya." You pulled him down to kiss you, your tongue on his tasting a bit of yourself. You could feel him grinding his bulge in you. Resting your hands on his rest you pushed him back, "Whisky, come sit." You patted the spot where you were as you got onto your knees on the floor. "Oh darlin' Come on." He chuckled, "I insist, Can't leave me without a snack." You smiled winking at him as he sat before you.

Running your finger tips over the now wet spot in his boxers. Palming him through his boxers. "Shoot sweetheart.." He said breathlessly running a hand over his mouth. You smiled at him making eye contact as you pulled his briefs down your hand flying over running over his tip. He groaned loudly heading leaning back. You leaned forward placing butterfly kisses on his lean and tall cock, before your mouth fully covered as much as you could. Bobbing your head fast then slow, your hand pumping what you couldn't take.

He hissed lightly at the teasing before he murmured a 'Fuck it,' he thrusted up lightly making you gag. His eyes looking at yours through your now watery eyes. You moved faster, your hand fondling him. "Shit, Darlin'." He pulled you off trying not to hurt you. "You did say save a horse, ride a cowboy. Time for the cowboy part." He got you onto the bed making sure you were comfortable.

"Ain't you eag- Oh my!" He drilled into you quick and fast. You noises muffled by the pillows until his hand grabbed hold of your hair bring your head up, a loud 'Ohhh!' coming out and a few mewls and cries. "That's it sugar, be as loud as you want." He leaned forward going deeper, peppering your shoulders and neck in kisses. Before he leaned back pulling out fully causing you to whine then cry out his name again as he went back in starting a steady pace.

"Shit sweetheart..Your so goddamn perfect. I don't think I'm gonna last long." He snaked his other hand away from your hips and to your clit as you held onto the headboard, rubbing slow then fast circles. Your noises becoming louder by the second and more breathless, your pussy walls tightened around him. "Shit- Shit, Whisky..I'm close!" You called out, He nodded fervently. "I am too sugar," his pace picked up and you gripped the headboard as you came, you swore you saw stars for a second there. Snapping back as he pumped into you slowing down.

You let out a breathless laugh, "I wouldn't say that was much riding cowboy." He leaned down letting go of your hair and kissing you pulling out. "Eh, We can save that for another time."

[pidgeispunk]

Head Scratches?

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x fem!reader

category: fluff

word count: 544

cw: innuendo?

Based on a cute lil convo with @thatoneobsessedlinguist-writes

Most — if not all — of Jack’s previous relationships had been mainly focused on sex. That was really all of his exes wanted from him, the relationships were only so long because Jack saw nothing wrong with it. He had never had a normal relationship, with things other than sex and making out. He had no clue there was this whole other side to being with somebody. That was until he met you.

“Come here baby” you said, softly patting the space on the mattress between your thighs. He had always called girls baby, hearing somebody refer to him as it was different.. good different. He quirked an eyebrow in your direction, eyes flicking between where your hand was and your face. “Why?” he asked with a smirk, assuming he knew what you were in the mood for.

“Not for that” you chuckled, your hand swatting his arm gently “Just lie down.” With a little caution and confusion, Jack scooted closer until he was lying between your legs on his back. You let your legs lay flat on either side of him, feeling as his calloused hands immediately took to your thighs, thumbs moving in their own rhythm back and forth.

He was about to speak when he felt your fingers threading through his hair, nails lightly tracing over his scalp. This was new. It was a foreign feeling, the way you lightly scratched his head in circular motions, but my god was it wonderful. He couldn’t help the way his head tilted back and pushed into your hands, wanting you to apply just a little more pressure. With a chuckle, you obliged, nails beginning to run back and forth along his head. His hair was a little sweaty, but then again he had probably been running around all day.

“What’s this for?” he asked, feeling as if he must have done something good to have earned this heavenly reward.

“What do you mean?” you questioned, nails running along his hairline as you felt his brows crease together.

“Why are you doing this?” You could tell he was well and truly confused, and in all honesty that broke your heart. Had nobody truly cared for this man before?

“Just wanna make you feel good” you responded, you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to delve into his past relationships right now. The two of you had only been together three months, and Jack had been quite closed off for the first month.

“Oh.. okay” he slowly nodded, letting his body relax into you as he finally allowed himself to fully enjoy the feeling. You didn’t miss the way he would hum every so often, muttering things like ‘a little to the left please’ or ‘thank you sweetheart.’

He didn’t need to thank you, but instead of telling him that you just told him ‘of course honey’ and let him enjoy the moment. You leant down and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Love you” you mumbled.

Neither of you had actually said the full sentence, just a couple ‘love you’s here and there when he left for work, or before bed. “Love you too darlin” he replied in a mumble. Bless him, he was nodding off right there.

[more-relics]

Pink Floyd - Gyllene Cirkeln, Stockholm Sweden, September 1967. Photos by Kenneth Ekberg.

[aljeensane]

finally caught up with all my kingsman arts in my gallery. so anything ill post next after this are all new or smth.

[connorphilpphotography]

Warm sunshine on a rather cold day

[zlukaszemprzezswiat]

Czy Dalej Jestem na Ziemi? Magiczna Islandia Cały odcinek możesz zobaczyć na YouTube na kanale Z Łukaszem Przez Świat Spodobał Ci się odcinek i chcesz postawić mi kawę? nie ma sprawy zapraszam do linku w Bio ( buycoffee.to ) Nie musisz się rejestrować ani zakładać konta