#i jumped off of burj khalifa

[caramellashton]

FIRST PIC?!! FIRST PIC ARE YOU KIDDING ME??!

[cherryredstars]

omg hold on i love you so much i hope you are well. so i was sleeping peacefully in my bed today and suddenly this came to mind and i found myself on the floor.

it doesn't necessarily have to be sub Miguel, but i NEED NEED NEED a reader who has a sex stamina higher than burj khalifa. so miguel gets frustrated and overstimulated by the time its over, whining and trying to push her off of his lap type of shit because its his 4th or 5th orgasm. BUT HE WON'T, YKNOW WHY? BECAUSE HE IS HORRNY. BECAUSE ITS SEX AND IT IS GOOD SEX LIKE GAD DAYMMM

thank you

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x fem!reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Penetrative Sex, Overstimulation, Creampie, A Second of Fingering

Summary: Who is he to deny good sex?

Word Count: 725 (Not Edited)

He doesn’t know how much more he can take. 

He’s surprised that he can even cum still. You’ve been at this for hours, greedily milking his cock and mewling at him. It’s fucking amazing. It’s like some shit his teenage mind would jerk off too. Some bizarre porn video concept. Except, this is real and he’s more of a mess than he thought he would be. 

He started out on top, fucking your desperate pussy until tears flowed from your eyes. He has the scratch marks on his back to prove it, raised and red. But after his second orgasm and your fourth, you still wanted more. But he was so tired, deeply satisfied as cock almost went numb from pleasure. But you looked so sad, giving him that cute little pout that he can never say no to. So, to summarize, his own weakness is to blame for his current situation. 

You’re desperately bouncing on his cock, no signs of slowing down. He’s flat on his back, moaning and groaning as he tries to get a steady grip on your hips. His cock is on fire, overstimulated and tired. It’s creamy with your combined cum, making loud squelches everytime you impale yourself on his dick. You won’t shut up, mouth dropped open as you scream and moan. Miguel is approaching his fifth orgasm, and he doesn’t know if there will be much cum left in him to fill you up with. 

“Fuck, fuck, mi querida, let up. Gonna actually milk me dry if you don’t fucking stop.” Miguel whines, his hand moving to press on your stomach in a weak effort to push you off.

You shake your head and whimper, holding his hand there with both of your own. You use your hold as leverage, still moving up and down on him. Miguel moans out when he can feel where he makes your skin bulge, his orgasm rushing down his spine. You’re whimpering out ‘please’ over and over again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finish. He feels the way your walls flutter and squeeze around him, earning a dying groan from him as it triggers his own release. 

His hips buck up weakly, spurting the very last drops of his cum into you. Both of you are panting, Miguel’s cock begging to be freed from your vice grip. You rotate your hips, softly mewling when his cock skims over your g-spot. Miguel protests as you work his cock, trying to hold your hips still to stop you. 

You lean down and kiss him, that hungry look still in your eyes, “So, so good, Miggy. That felt real good.”

Miguel can only hum in agreement weakly, his head thrown back against the sheets as he tries to regain himself. He gasps as you get up, slowly removing yourself off his cock with a soft pop. Miguel’s cock is semi-hard when he hits his stomach, still coated with cum. He can feel it softening further, his cock throbbing from overuse. 

Suddenly, you gasp loudly. It echoes off the walls, a sharp and unexpected noise. Miguel’s head shoots up to see if you’re hurt. 

Miguel groans when he sees and feels what had you gasping. You’re still hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips. Cum fucking flows out of you, finally being able to escape your flooded hole. It’s white and thick, running down your thighs and forming a puddle under you. It splatters on Miguel’s skin, and his cock jumps and hardens at the sight. Miguel lets out a tired sigh, grabbing your hips and stuffing a finger into you. You cry out, face blissed out as he fucks the cum back into you. 

“Fucking minx, you’re insatiable.” He grumbles, pulling his finger out and wiping it on the skin of your thigh. 

You whimper, quickly turning it into a scream as he seats you back onto his raw cock. His cock stings, fighting in protest. His body is tired and he’s sure he only has dry orgasms left in him. But he doesn’t seem to care, especially when you instantly start riding him again. It feels good, so good. Real good. He falls back into his weakness again, whining and cursing. 

He’s just a man after all, and what good man passes up on pornstar-level sex?

[dolene]

GET BACK ON TRACK ; charles leclerc x reader

summary: after carlos's wedding announcement is everywhere and taking over your entire life, you decided to break the slump and getting back on track by moving on.

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[caesariawritesstuff]

Crush

Summary: Every time the Riddler comes on the TV, you can't stand him. His face and voice piss you off - but when you find yourself in the center of one of his traps, you might just realize you like him more than you care to admit.

Content Warning: Awkward flirting, unrequited crush.

Word Count: 2.2k

● Ao3 ● X ● Retrospring ● Read on Ao3 ●

He was on the TV. Again. That irritating voice of his, like always, grating on your every last nerve. Knots twisted in your stomach and you glared at the screen, which Edward Nigma, the Riddler, had somehow managed to take over, broadcasting his face all across Gotham. Green question marks danced in the background behind him, illuminating your apartment in an ominous green glow.

“Listen up Gotham!” he cried. “All across the city, I’ve left a series of carefully crafted conundrums for you to solve.” He laughed, high-pitched and full of ego.

You rolled your eyes, rage rising up from your belly and spreading through your veins like wildfire. Already, you were drowning out the sound of his voice, you absent-mindedly reached for your remote to mute his ever-annoying voice. God, didn’t this guy have anything better to do with his time? With an angry huff, you snatched up your phone and hopped onto social media, only to find a thousand other Gothamites expressing their same distaste for the Riddler. Any man as obsessed with Batman as he was had some serious issues. Many Gothamites were using some rather choice words to complain about the interruption of their regularly scheduled programming, and you couldn’t help but laugh at a few of them.

Turning your attention to your own page, you wrote, Can’t this guy get a life? He needs a serious reality check. His ego is bigger than the Empire State Building! With one button, you sent the post off into the vast void of the internet.

Almost immediately, a dozen people began commenting on your own post, words of agreement flooding your screen. But as you watched more and more come in, one in particular got your attention. The profile image was of one single, green question mark against a black background.

And your brain is smaller than an ants, the commenter had replied.

You rolled your eyes. Of course, it was just another Riddler fanboy coming to jump to his defense. Gotham was ripe with plenty of those. But just as you were about to set your phone aside, a second comment from the same profile caught your eye.

If you want a better insult, I suggest using the Burj Khalifa. It is the tallest building in the world, but of course, your pea sized brain wouldn’t have known.

You frowned, cheeks burning. Your brain was not pea sized! Another dozen insults suddenly came your way, and you chewed on your bottom lip. Anxiety twisted in your belly, and even though people were jumping to your defense, the onslaught of creative insults continued to come at rapid speed. Quickly, you deleted your original comment and raised your eyes to the screen, relieved to see Riddler’s broadcast had officially ended.

Good, you thought, even if the insults still got under your skin, as anger rippled inside your bones. With an angry huff, you stood and headed to bed.

The next day, you found yourself walking through Gotham on your way home from work. But as you weaved your way through the trash-riddle streets, a strange feeling crept over you. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up on end, goosebumps crawled along your flesh. The sudden sensation that you were being followed washed over you; glancing over your shoulder, you checked the streets, but saw nothing – at least, nothing out of the ordinary. You took a quick swing right, down an alley you always cut through to get to your apartment, when you saw it: a small box sitting on the ground, purple with green question marks on it.

“Oh no—” you said, but before you could even turn to run, the box suddenly opened, expelling a cloud of green gas. You coughed, eyes watering at the smoke filled your lungs – and everything went dark.

When you finally awoke, your limbs were stiff and achy. Your throat was scratchy and you struggled to prop yourself up, looking around at the shadowy room you found yourself in. Blinking the sleep from your eyes, you managed to prop yourself up and look around the room. Darkness lingered in the corners, and you saw nothing in the distance – other than the simple fact you were inside a cage.

“Shit,” you whispered, pulling yourself to your feet. The room suddenly illuminated in a green haze, as the shadowy corners were lit up with question marks covering all the walls. You ran forward, wrapping your fingers around the iron bars; the space between them was too thin to squeeze through.

“So, you’re the one who said I have an ego the size of the Empire State Building,” a familiar, annoying voice suddenly came over the intercom.

Crap, you’d know that voice anywhere. The same one that came over the TV only the night before. Irritating and grating on every single one of your nerves. You searched the room, but between the ominous green glow and shadowy corners, it was impossible to tell where he might be.

“Let me out of here!” you yelled. “What do you think you’re doing?”

He let out a bored sigh. “Isn’t it obvious? You really have no sense of making your own conclusions, do you? And for your information, I don’t have an ego.”

Right. Of course not. Any man who hacks into Gotham’s TVs and broadcasts himself for everyone to see can’t possibly have an ego. With a shake of your head, you turned, examining the cage, only to discover that there were three podiums lined up one by one on the other side.

“All right,” you said. “What am I supposed to do?”

“I thought I’d run a little experiment,” he replied. “Since you’re clearly in need of some intellectual stimulation, I’ve prepared three riddles for you to answer. If you can answer them correctly, you go free. If you can’t, well…you’ll see.” A low chuckle escaped his lips.

Your skin bristled at his threat, face draining of all color. This couldn’t be happening – it couldn’t be. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately hoping to wake up from this nightmare, but when you opened them, you were still in the same spot. Okay – deep breaths. The only way to get out of here was to answer the riddles. That was his MO, right?

You braced yourself and turned to the first podium, examining it. In bright green writing was a riddle, along with three buttons labeling multiple choice answers. Okay – so that was a good thing. He was going easy on you, giving you a chance. Maybe he thought you were too stupid to answer them without some level of guidance.

“I am easy to lift, but hard to throw. What am I?” he asked.

You studied the choices: Feather. Paper. Ball. “Uh…” you wondered, the word slipping out of your mouth.

“Tik-tok,” he said, his tone laced with impatient and condescending.

Your palms grew sweaty, your heart pounded in your ears. You swallowed, throat scratchy and dry as panic filled you. You had to choose – in case something happened – in an instant of pure terror, you slammed your hand down on the button for paper…but it immediately flashed red.

“Wrong!” he cried. “What a disappointment. Now, next riddle. What is full of holes but still holds water?”

Examining the next choices, one in particular caught your attention. Oh! A sponge. You clicked the button and sighed in relief when it turned green.

“Well, well, perhaps you do have some shred of intellect,” he said. “But lucky for you, that was one of the easy ones.”

Of course he had to rub it in your face that you got the “easiest” one right. Looking around the cage, you mumbled, “I’m not stupid, you know.”

“Of course you are, my dear. Otherwise you wouldn’t have gotten caught. You wouldn’t have taken the same route you always do through that alleyway back to your apartment. At least take some effort to analyze your surroundings as you walk.”

You paused, his words washing over you. Wait…what? “Have you been spying on me!?” you cried, unable to contain the horror in your voice.

“Wait – no, of course not!” he cried, defensive and frantic. “I checked the surrounding security cameras near your apartment. That’s all.”

“So you were spying! That’s creepy! Don’t be a Peeping Tom!”

He sighed. “You haven’t forgotten my name already, have you? You do know the correct term would be “Peeping Edward”. You really are daft.”

There was a sudden, long pause that washed over you when you realized just what he’d said. In such a sarcastic tone.

“Wait,” he said, suddenly realizing what he’d said. “That’s not what I meant.”

You couldn’t help it – something inside of you broke. That utter hatred and irritation for him snapped, making room for the laughter escaping your lips. Your shoulders shook, unable to contain yourself as the sound poured out of your mouth. Warmth flooded your veins and you held onto the iron bars, resting your forehead against them.

“Wait, wait, wait!” he cried. “Stop laughing. That feeble mind of yours couldn’t possibly find humor in what I’ve said.”

Despite his protests, you couldn’t stop. You slid to your knees, ribs aching as the laughter continued. You couldn’t believe you felt this way, as if all the anger had suddenly disappeared and been replaced by something else entirely. A pounding in your chest, a fluttering in your heart.

A yellow glow suddenly filled the room, and you looked up to find a door on the other side open. Edward Nigma strolled inside, wearing cargo pants and a wife beater covered by a button down clad with question marks. His cheeks were flushed, red creeping up his throat, as he stormed over to the cage.

“Silence!” he cried. “We’re not finished here yet, remember? You still have one more riddle to solve.”

As you caught your breath, you wiped your eyes and managed to control yourself. Oh, right. You were still trapped in the cage. But no longer did you feel fear and hatred and irritation…instead you felt something else. A heavy beating in your heart; you met his eyes, blue and stern. Your cheeks warmed at the sight of him. He was more handsome in person than you expected. Your face flushed and you looked away shyly, not wanting to meet his eyes.

Oh no…this couldn’t be happening.

“Now,” he said, clearing his throat. “One last riddle. Or has your tiny brain already forgotten?”

“No,” you said. “I haven’t.” You turned your attention back to the third podium and glanced down at the green lettering.

I have cities, but no houses. I have mountains, but no trees. I have water, but no fish. What am I?

Three choices: Map. Space. Painting.

You hesitated, heart hammering against your ribcage. Not because of nerves this time – not because your life was on the line – but because he was watching you. Your every movement. Hesitantly, you clicked the “painting” button and it immediately flashed red.

He sighed. “You really are stupid.”

You spun around on your heels. “Wait – please give me another chance!”

“I don’t do second chances,” he said, but as he spoke, he pulled a key from his pocket and slid it into the keyhole, unlocking the door. The iron bars swung open and he stepped aside, gesturing for you to leave.

You watched him hesitantly. “You’re letting me go?”

“You really are lacking in any kind of survival instinct, aren’t you? I’m setting you free and you’re not even running.” He raised his brows, a bored and disappointed look crossing his face.

Perhaps you should be, but you didn’t want to run. You were far more interested in taking the time to watch him a little longer…your blood raced hot, and a nervous lump formed in your throat that you tried to swallow. You suddenly couldn’t take your eyes off him: the toned muscles of his arms, the small patch of curly chest hair, the sweat dripping down his brow…

“Why are you just standing there?” he asked, brows furrowed. “You’re a hostage – act like one!”

“Sorry. Well, I just don’t understand why you brought me here and now you’re letting me go,” you said.

He sighed. “Because I was bored, and I thought you would make an interesting experiment, but alas, you failed my tests. And since I’m feeling generous, I’m allowing you to go free. See? I told you I don’t have an ego. Now you can run online to your little friends and tell them just how generous I, Edward Nigma, the Riddler, am. Now go. Before I change my mind.”

A small smile crept across your lips. With a shake of your head, you wandered out of the cage and past him, catching a whiff of musk and sweat and him. Heart thundering against your chest, you turned and stood on your tiptoes – and planted one kiss onto his cheek. He suddenly stilled, as if short-circuiting, before you pulled away and raced out of the hideout before he could decide to kill you.

And the next time he came on the TV, you’d make sure to savor the moment.

[tangyangie]

» strawberries and cream ☆

character(s): saiki k

genre(s): pure fluff

description: gn!reader, established relationship, picnic date so cute i kinda want to jump off the burj khalifa

notes: who needs requests when you’ve got your fake scenarios <3, also probably slightly ooc (sorry)

also, this is my first (official) post.. so i’m sorry if it’s a little short

i can’t believe i let you drag me into this.

“you say that like we’re committing a crime. is going outside really that much of a task for you??”

yes.

sighing, you grasped onto your picnic basket filled with lots of snacks and treats and held saiki’s arm as you both teleported to the picnic area.

“you’re too much, saiki.” you complained, spreading out the picnic blanket you brought with you.

why couldn’t we have just eaten this at home?

“because, saiki. going outside is good for you. now, sit.”

with an apathetic yet slightly irritated look on his face, he sat on the red and white blanket. you took out the plates and set them down, while saiki waited silently for who could be so amazing that he needed to exit the comfort of his home.

then, you took out what seemed to be the most scrumptious, moist, and luxurious cake ever.

is that-

“yes, kusuo.”

i’m convinced.

he sat alongside you while eating his cake and engaging in his signature sweet face. you set everything else in place and watched saiki savor your cooking.

“so you like it?” you asked hopefully.

did you make this?

“no, saiki. i bought it from an island in the pacific ocean that isn’t even on the map.”

he continued eating the cake while you had an amused look on your face.

you’re not funny.

“yes, i am.”

he exhaled slightly, but (internally) smiled at the fact he actually was enjoying this.

just as he thought it couldn’t get better, you pulled out two coffee jellies from the basket. almost audibly gasping, he quickly obtained one of the sweet treats from you, slightly eyeing you as you giggled quietly.

you both continued eating until you were full, and the sun was beginning to set. you scooted over to saiki, leaning onto his shoulder. you closed your eyes and wrapped your hands around him, while he leaned his head back and sniffed in the fresh air.

he ran his hand through your hair, relaxing his breathing as you both looked off into the sunset.

thank you, y/n.

“aww, does that mean you actually liked it?” you teased.

possibly.

you sighed and nuzzled into his neck, giving him a small kiss. feeling his breath hitch, you smiled and climbed into his lap. giving him a kiss on the forehead, you engulfed him in your arms, squeezing into his chest.

good grief. you’re so cringy.

“shut up and hug me.”

defeated, he wrapped his arms around you, exhaling as he snuggled onto your shoulder.

“can i give you a kiss?”

did have to ruin the moment?

“by speaking??”

yes.

“if it means i get to kiss you,”

slightly rolling his eyes, he pulled you back in front of him. smiling, you gently grabbed the sides of his face, leaned in, and kissed him.

“thank you for coming with me.” you smiled, returning to your spot next to him.

of course.

you knew he was difficult sometimes, but only you could bring out this soft side of him. maybe, just maybe, you could someday get him to lower his guard around everyone else too.

but, we’re a long way from that.

notes: if you see me going around and making changes to my whole profile and every post, no you didn't 💕

[teamr3dofficial]

FYI Shadowsan I just saw your daughter jump off of the Burj Khalifa Skyscraper.

lol he knows

[bayoubodycount]

I was hopeful we'd get to see someone's ass(I could honestly care less who's at this point) tossed/yeeted off the Burj Khalifa. But I think Dubai and it's impressive privacy, is more for keeping off Lestat's radar than any aggro initiated base jumping tendencies between these whiny, immortal, existential dudes...

[o0anapher0o]

Finished tva.

1. Armand needs a few centuries worth of hugs and therapy. Buddy you're a bit bitter and more than a bit messed up. You're also a lying liar who lies. I don't even need to have read Merrick to know that this is not how Lestat woke up. Would have been cute but there is nothing you can say to convince me that happened.

2. Benji is a precious angel and I, too, would tear off the limbs of anyone who harmed him, which is why

3. I need Marius to be pushed off a very tall building. And I don't mean medieval French Tower tall but Burj Khalifa tall. Sometimes being an absolute moron needs to come at the price of excruciating pain. I get it man, your heart was in the right place, but timing?! He just got through two existential crises in under six months, couldn't give him a decade to recover? Humans don't age that fast. No, please go jump off a building, and take Santino with you while you're at it.

[calkale]

I'd love to hear more of your thoughts in re mi7, cause most of the responses to the movie that I've come across have been positive (which clashes with the way I see it....) and I really agree about the negatives you mentioned (stunts being underwhelming even though they're the trademark of the series, the literal main character being neglected in favor of someone who's appearing in the series for the first time and whose biggest credit is that fuckass cgi disaster excuse for a multiverse movie- fr I had to look Hayley Atwell up to see what she'd even been in- and the long-standing supporting cast including luther, who'd been there since the beginning, just being discarded by the script like litter out of a car window). also it'd be cool to hear about smaller details cause often something is really off about a script and it kinda ruins the whole thing but you don't really know what it was till afterwards, and with new releases you can't rewatch or discuss it with much of anyone else (again, all there is are column reviews and stuff and they're mostly the same and very general on account of staying spoiler-free ).

Okay gonna be honest i havent looked at a single review or post about this movie other than the ilsa one i reblogged this morning cause im still so upset over it. Thank you for sending this ask cause i felt so alone lmao im glad someone agrees with my thoughts.

I hate them for making hayley the main character, if these are the last two movies, which it feel like they are, ethan and luther should really be the main characters along with benji and ilsa, not some new character. All for adding new characters and hayley couldve been in the start of the movie she had a place there she was the thief but after that she literally just took ilsas spot as the “woman of the team” as well as ethans spot in the spotlight.

This movie also seems to go against a lot of things ive heard mcq say in interviews, i cant source them cause i dont remember which ones theyre from but he’s talked about not over explaining things in movies and hes talked about not not wanting a strong female lead thats exactly like what hayelys character is in this movie. The over explaining thing happens SO FUCKING MUCH in this movie i was so bored and it just made me more lost because there was all this information i was taking in CONSTANTLY and i was trying to remember what character was doing what and who they were and it was just too much. I get this movie is probably more of a set up for part two but now we have all this shit we need to remember for part two and i dont even really wanna see it if im being honest, i will but if its anything like part one i know im gonna be disappointed again especially if its going in the direction i think its going.

Ive been trying to remember a lot of the smaller details that i noticed when watching it but a lot of them were part of bigger issues anyway so i just kinda grouped them together. Ill talk about the plot tho cause i knew i was gonna hate it but i didnt know id hate it for this reason. In other mi movies theyre doing the things they do because they have no other choice, in this movie it felt like there were so many choices that couldve been made and they didnt even talk about them it was just we’re doing this and thats it. Like on the train there were definitely better ways of doing that and i get there were short on time but that was almost exactly like the burj khalifa scene. Short on time, cant make a mask, need to meet with someone to make a deal. I just feel like there was so much more that they couldve done with that and the cliff jumping stunt and they just didnt do anything it was so underwhelming.

Going off of that a lot of things in this movie just didnt make sense to me and/or didnt need to be there, the ai villain?? Honestly couldve been cut completely, yes it was creepy but it didnt like actually do anything? everything it did couldve easily just been garbiel messing with the team and that wouldve also given paris more screen time (which i really would’ve liked i loved her character). As much as i loved briggs and degas they also didnt really need to be there? Dont get me wrong they were one of the things i really loved about this movie especially degas but there was really no point in them being there.

The main focus of the movie should have just been getting the keys and destroying them so no one can use the weapon that was on the sub, the ai did not need to be a part of it, someone couldve found the untraceable sub because this is fucking mission impossible!! Thats what happens in these movies!! The impossible!! Im grabbing tom cruise by the shoulders and shaking him nothing impossible happened in this movie

The submarine scene at the start also bothered me. I was fully expecting that to be the big stunt at the start of the movie i was really excited i was constantly like omg wheres ethan, i thought the torpedo or missile they saw on the radar was ethan and that was him entering the sub and something was gonna happen but no, not even close. Not a bad opening just not what i expected and that kinda made it bad.

This is an absolute mess of a post my apologies i have much more to say but i need to get back to drawing benji

[liass-21]

Currently trying to yell at you in your DMs about your latest fic- I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS.

oh my god YEAH PLEASE YELL AT ME!!! I ALSO HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

i haven’t started the next chapter but i have a little list of things to add and here’s some of them:

first benji scene: finding hanaway’s body — dichotomy b/w recollection and filming 

freaks out when hanaway’s actor just jumps up like nobody’s business too

jane is really freaking out about the assaults she experienced (hendricks and nath) because theyre erasing it while forcing her to act out scenes w these actors pretending to be these guys and she doesn’t feel like they’re taking her experiences seriously 

at some point during the filming of the burj khalifa deal, benji is like “what we didn’t have this tech?? why’d they put it in?” abt the briefcase and it’s to cover up the fact that they literally gave the bad guys nuclear codes right off the bat

i have so many other thoughts this au has ROTTED my brain (and, by the way, there’s a new chapter out if ur curious what we’re talking about!) PLEASE scream at me about it!!! everyone gets to scream at me about it <3 inbox open always

[lithellyl]

had a fun little dream last night

I dreampt I was hiking along a trail of Chuchilla Grande, (what I was doing in South America I have no idea) when I came across these mole hills which alarmed me because I realized these were the type of mole hills that zombies lived in, and soon the zombies started popping out of the ground, so I let them chase me until I led them off a cliff, and I dived over the cliff grabbing onto the side, and watched as all the zombies jumped over the cliff to their deaths, then I took my fae form and spread my wings and flew off, and started following a river until I came across a set of train tracks and a platform, so I land there, and wait for the train, when I get on the train I sit next to this older woman, and strike up a conversation with her, and subtly give her a fae boon of luck. when we reach Montevideo I get off the train, and walk through the city, until I get to an apartment building, I climb up the side of the building and jump off, spreading my wings again, and start to fly north, my intent is to get back home, I manage to fly all the way to the Itaipu Dam on the Paraguay/Brazil border, when my wings start to give out, and I begin to dip lower, but I use a boost given by an updraft at the dam, to glide the rest of the way to the southern border of the Amazon Rainforest, there I find the ruins of a giant statue, it is 4,000 feet tall, twice as tall as the Burj Khalifa, so I use my fae magick to take posession of the statue, and use it to walk through the Amazon, until I reach the border of Panama, and that's about when I woke up.

[lovesickmermaid]

Talked to my dad on the phone today, and of course, the topic of Tom came up. He said the funniest thing about him today. He was telling me how he saw the M:I 7 motorcycle off a cliff stunt on Kimmel and proceeded to tell me how crazy he really is, and of course, I had to laugh. But then he proceeds with, "He's another Steve Irwin, he does all this crazy shit and then something dumb is going to end up killing him." Why did my dad have to say something so controversial yet so true? I was crying laughing at this. Tom will hang off the side of a plane, jump off a cliff, sit at the top of the burj khalifa, but will die getting his toast out of the toaster with a fork.

P.S. R.I.P Steve. I still haven't forgiven that stingray.

[bernieanderson]

When Should You Declare Bankruptcy? (On Your Email!)

When to declare bankruptcy.

If you have 525,600 emails in your inbox, you may feel hopeless. Maybe a nuke and pave is your best option.

If someone is hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt and they have no way of paying it off, sometimes bankruptcy is the only way.

Let’s be clear: Email bankruptcy is not even close to the seriousness of actual bankruptcy. For most people, deleting all emails and starting over is not the end of the world.

Sure, Aunt Edith might bring up the fact that she emailed you a cat video last summer, and you never responded. If an email’s been around for more than a month, it’s probably not helpful.

For some, hitting delete and starting over is not only the best solution, but if sets you free from the past (and email bankruptcy affects nothing. Your credit score is intact. You just might have lost some clout from Aunt Edith.)

For others — hitting delete on moths, or sometimes, years of email can be as scary as bungee jumping from the Burj Khalifa. If that’s you, here are some less scary options:

Pay for SaneBox

Seriously. I know some people don’t want to spend money on apps. But this one is worth spending a little something on. What will happen when you set this up will astound you. My guess is that at least half (probably more!) of your 525,600 emails will get moved to your later or news folders. With a bit of training, the basic Sanebox set up will put only the email you care about in your inbox. It’s a serious electronic mail lifesaver. (Use this link for signing up and you get $5 off, which is basically a free month, and I do too.)

Let your old address go to seed

If you've still got a dinosaur email from Yahoo, Hotmail, or AOL (anybody still got a Juno or MindSpring account?), this one's for you. Right now, Gmail's the best free email around. While, I’m not a huge Google fan, Gmail has some basic features I talk about in this book (including the ability to “snooze”, automated “newsletter” folders — and has excellent archive and search functions.) and it costs you nothing. Set up a Gmail account that is as close to your name as you can get and begin using that as your main personal point of contact. You can keep your old address, but slowly stop checking it. Use that address for a signup address to keep unwanted spam out of your new one. (Gmail is pretty good at detecting spam. In fact, sometimes it’s too good. Be sure to check your spam folder frequently in the beginning, as I’ve found it to be sometimes a little aggressive.).

Letting an old address “go to seed” is sometimes a better way to get out of email debt without going full on nuclear and blowing up the whole thing.

Search and Destroy

  The search function with most email clients is fantastically fast now. Don't want to go too wild with deleting? Check out your inbox and find the biggest offenders and delete those. If Billy Bob Appliances from three towns over keeps sending you three emails a day about their never-ending fire sale, do a search and destroy. Type “Billy Bob” in your browser, select all, and delete. This takes some time if you t have a lot, but can provide some precision before eliminating everything.

Be a Liberal Archiver

If “delete” is still freaking you out, remember you can archive everything. Archive your whole inbox. It’s fine. Do it now.

You’re losing nothing. Everything is still searchable. It’s all there. If you have a limited storage capacity, this might not be the best solution for you, as you may eventually run out of space. But email storage is cheap and this might be a suitable solution for anyone with email FOMO (fear of missing out).

Declare Bankruptcy

You may be done. Out of storage. Out of patience. Out of caring anymore.

At that point of frustration, email bankruptcy may be your best option. Elect all and delete. If you need to do so, empty your trash and start fresh. You might need to let a few people know that their old email is gone. Please send again. But most will be no worse off.

If you decide this is your best option, like financial bankruptcy, you want to put systems into place to prevent yourself from over going there again. I use the strategy and tactics of the Growability® Inbox method. It works. My inbox is empty nearly every day.

Let me know if you’re interested. I would love to coach you through it.

It’s possible.

You can do this.

You are doing better than you think. You have more potential than you know.

Book Bonus

I am currently in the middle of three books, some of you might find of interest:

Wool by Hugh Howey: This is a gripping story. Well written. Fast-paced. I picked this up because I thought the trailer for the upcoming AppleTV series looks great. But I usually like to read before I watch.

The Information: A History, A Theory, A Flood by James Gleick: I read an article this week about AI being the sunset of the Information Age and the beginning of the Intelligence Age. History will determine this sometime in the future. Gleick’s work is really a masterpiece, in that it’s a well-researched history of information. Which one would think to be a snoozer. But I am finding it both entertaining and fascinating.

The 1-Page Marketing Plan by Allan Dib: Sure. It’s basically how to build simple a sales funnel. But the “simple” part is good. I like things that have been distilled (and that’s more than just a good bourbon). That said, if want the most straightforward way for building a sales funnel that integrates with the rest of your business/nonprofit, I think you need Growability®. :-)

[yutaisperfect]

lucas (nct/wayv),banana, tree, flight, accident

thank you for the words! it will be my first story! i hope you like this and it's what you expected! i'm just writing what first comes to my mind, so it could be chaotic. the given words will be marked like this in the story

summary: you were on the run and somehow you landed in seoul, where you met lucas gn!reader / reader pov word count: 305 words

standing at the top of burj khalifa. being searched by the security guards. debating if i should jump or not. i had a parachute ready, still it was nerve wrecking. and all of this happend, because i ate one banana. i did not expect it to cost like one billion dollars, so i had to run. as the guards stormed to the top of the building, only a few meters away from me, i had to jump. and i did. it was my first parachute jump ever, i panicked and opened the parachute just few seconds after falling. i knew this was going to be a long way down. but i did not expect it to last weeks. as i was starting to finally see the ground underneath me i was trying to figure out how to land, as my legs were really numb. while trying to get my legs to wake up, i did not realize how close i was to the ground and i crashed into a tree. luckily there was this guy who saw everything and came to see it i was okay. he ran over the street, nearly causing an accident, nothing happend though and everyone was save. he had a knife with him and cut me free. he introduced himself as lucas. i though i knew him from somewhere, but i brushed it off as i thanked him for untangeling me. we talked after that for a while and i told him how i got here. he also told me he was an idol and his group was having a comeback without him, because of the entertainment he was working in. we decided to make a trip together and took the next flight that was available. we landed safely in australia and became friends the more time we spend together.

if you liked it, please consider a like/reblog or giving me more words, so i can keep writing stuff like this, thank you 💚 (´• ω •`)

[hoagmaster]

Cody's Mission: Impossible Revisit

Several days ago I finished up the latest marathon building up to a new release. Although this one was a new entry that didn't seem like a bad idea from the jump: Misson: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One.

We've been getting a lot of part ones lately that pull the move of "Hey, we're stopping the movie in the middle of the climax. Hang tight until the next one!" So I have some thoughts about how this one did it.

I first got into these movies in 2015 in the buildup to that year's entry and because Now Playing Podcast was covering them. I credit that podcast for getting me to watch more movies and to try and engage with them more when I can, along with other stuff since.

Anyway, on with the recap and a few sentences about each one.

Mildish spoilers await maybe?

Mission: Impossible - Here we go with the one that started it all in the mid-90s, which come through in a nice quaint way. This is the entry that feels the most like a spy movie with plenty of slow, quiet moments and an overall focus on espionage rather than spectacle. But the tense scenes we do get, such as the crew breaking into the CIA to steal the coolly-named NOC List, are some of the most entertaining and enjoyable I've seen. A strong start to the series and one I will continue to revisit.

Mission: Impossible 2 - This one seems to be the most divisive for all the impulses of director John Woo coming through along with Tom Cruise's ego being in full force in 2000. He wants you to think he's the coolest person on screen at all times. But all the over-the-top spectacle honestly makes me laugh more than anything. Maybe the most quotable movie of the bunch with all the slow-motion gunplay, explosions, and motorbike antics you could want. I like this one a lot.

Mission: Impossible III - We took a few years off for other stuff before this one drops in 2006. The star is a bit more fine with everyone else doing stuff and Phillip Seymour Hoffman gives us the best antagonist of the series with his calm, intimidating demeanor that gives the impression he's in control in every scene even when he's not. It also has perhaps the most visceral moment in the series with one character's end, so that's something. This one is certainly enjoyable, but maybe lacks that one detail to make me hold it up like the others.

Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol - And now we get to dropping numbers and picking up subtitles of varying lengths! We still have some cool spy stuff in here, seen most prominently when going into the Kremlin, but this is also when the series begins to focus on spectacle above all else. And I daresay it might be better for it, because the Burj Khalifa sequence with the climbing and the running might be my favorite bit in the entire series. It's noted for being the one where everything goes wrong, which we've all felt!

Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation - The original stopping point for my marathon ended on a high note with a ridiculous action bit on a plane that also works as a slow burn with the opera sequence and bits of espionage. But then we get to the submerged tunnel and subsequent car and motorbike chase and the action escalates until the end. Lot of fun that maybe in retrospect makes it my favorite movie of that year.

Mission: Impossible - Fallout - My first series revisit was capped off in 2018 with what was really my favorite movie of that year. The sequences like the HALO jump, brutal bathroom fight, big car chase and the other chase that led to the star breaking his ankle are just the tip of the iceberg. But it also packs an engaging plot that, even on this rewatch with some time away, got me more than once. All that stuff makes the two-and-a-half hour runtime fly by and, showing my hand, make this one my favorite to date.

Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One - I'll say up top that I'm hesitant to give a full evaluation because as seen in the title, it's a part one. We have not gotten the full story. I felt this way about Fast X and Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse from earlier this year. The second one could totally botch everything and sour me on it! But unlike those two movies that pull the "stopping the movie mid-climax" stunt I mentioned before, this one feels like it does have a definite end that just also has a set-up for the next one. The action remains as fun as ever even if some of it doesn't feel as "grand" as some of the earlier sequences. That said, the one bit that's seen in all the ads, when pulled off in the full context of the movie, made my crowded theater go silent for a good five seconds. It was a rad moment, and the movie is rad. The newly begun (and justified) strikes might impact the timing of the next one, but I'm down if it helps the people making these things get better pay and treatment!

Thus wraps up my latest mission. As I do with each series go, I like to cap off with my ranking of the series. This one feels a bit distinct because unlike most series where I find one or two clunkers, this is a series where I like every entry and love quite a few of them. Hence, this might actually be my favorite movie series ever!

Mission: Impossible - Fallout

Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One

Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation

Mission: Impossible

Mission: Impossible - Ghost Protocol

Mission: Impossible 2

Mission: Impossible III

Anyway, time to see series is up next.

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[leupagus]

#I have been _saying#also they make much more sense if you assume Ethan is completely off his rocker (via @sourassin)

No you're absolutely correct, and the thing is that I think the movies agree with you.

Every time we meet a new person at IMF—be they bosses, fellow agents, or underlings—everyone has heard of Ethan. And yes it's probably a somewhat small organization (certainly smaller than the CIA or Secret Service etc) but it's not so small that you just know everybody. And in an organization known for covert ops, suicide missions, and their co-workers semi-regularly turning to the Dark Side, the fact that Ethan is infamous as "that motherfucker who inchwormed his way up the fucking Burj Khalifa and then cliff dove back inside said Burj Khalifa" really tells you all you need to know about how completely batshit unafraid this man is of death or concussions.

We're meant to side with Benji and Jane and Will and Ilsa and Luther when they stare at Ethan, slack-jawed, as he jumps into lava pits or whatever. We are supposed to think Ethan's badass, sure; but we're also supposed to think "oh my god why are you like this dude."

MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE invented comedy