#its him. the kimble

[nootnoolps]

Ok gayboy

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Inciting Incident

Inciting incident of a story - the event that sets the main character/s on the journey that will occupy them throughout the narrative.

Typically, this incident will upset the balance within the main character’s world.

In classic detective films like The Big Sleep, for example, the inciting incident is the detective being asked to take on a new case.

In moments big and small, an inciting incident changes the life of a character, and the ensuing story is the fallout from that change.

Tips for Using Inciting Incidents in Your Writing

A compelling inciting action can be the difference between a gripping story and a forgettable one. Here are 3 techniques to make sure you’re writing the most effective possible beginnings to your stories:

Keep to your timeline. To make your reader or viewing audience emotionally invested in an inciting incident, make sure it takes place during the timeline of the story you’re telling. When an inciting action is a past event that others make reference to, it lacks the visceral truth of an incident that the audience has experienced.

Let your inciting action stimulate something sustainable. Your inciting plot point should drive a character to behave a certain way throughout the narrative. Make sure that the driving force will be sustainable throughout the full course of your story. A detective driven to solve a complicated case will sustain throughout the story. A man bitter about not getting the last slice of pizza could potentially be funny, but it won’t sustain a particularly long story.

Make your inciting action cause a noticeable shift in your character. A compelling inciting action will make your character take actions she would not have otherwise. In The Fugitive TV series, Dr. Richard Kimble loses his wife to murder and, worse still is accused of that murder. These traumatic events change Kimble, and they launch him onto a quest so compelling that it sustained four full seasons of television.

An inciting incident exists to launch a story.

If Shakespeare had begun Romeo and Juliet somewhere in the midst of the young lovers’ courtship, the story might have been entertaining, but it would have lacked the emotional stakes created when the two protagonists first lay eyes on each other in the play’s inciting incident.

It inspires the protagonist’s central motivations throughout the story.

In Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad, the protagonist Charles Marlow finds his motivation when he learns about a Mr. Kurtz, in the story’s inciting incident.

The story goes on to detail Marlow’s obsessive quest to find Kurtz, and the horror he encounters when he finally finds him.

Every event that follows within the timeline of the story achieves its significance insofar as it relates to Marlow’s inciting action.

Types of Inciting Actions in Literature

As a general rule, inciting actions fall into one of 3 categories.

Causal inciting actions. Inciting actions involving a deliberate choice made either by the protagonist or about the protagonist. This deliberate choice informs all story elements to come. An example of this is Luke Skywalker’s recruitment in the original Star Wars film from 1977. The inciting action is the first step in Luke taking the archetypal “hero’s journey,” as famously described by Joseph Campbell.

Coincidental inciting actions. Inciting actions stemming from random chance, coincidence, or a protagonist “being in the right place at the right time.” In C.S. Lewis’s Chronicles of Narnia series, the children inadvertently stumble upon a magical land through a portal in the back of a wardrobe. This chance discovery leads to all subsequent actions in the story.

Ambiguous inciting actions. Inciting actions that occur under circumstances that are not fully explained. The audience is left to guess whether the protagonist is placed in her situation by choice or by chance. Such inciting actions are common in thrillers and mysteries like The Sixth Sense, and the true story is rarely revealed until the very end of the film.

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[smashorpassgilf]

Trick or treat! 🎃

You're getting Jonathan Kimble Simmons, specifically his second round!

So, this 69 year old man is absolutely famous for his roles. Another man that everyone's seen at least once, and i'm sure everyone's had a moment of "wait. That's JK?" Now, he's been illustrious for years, but I found this funny story from Variety detailing how one of his first roles on SNL, his prosthetic penis (Which he was just supposed to flash) actually fell out of his pants.

J.K. had a full silicone, um, ‘apparatus’ attached to him that he had to, you know, authentically pull out each take. It went very well, except for one take when it fully fell out and slapped the floor… when, by the way, the cameras were on my face.

“I didn’t know about it until I got to Atlanta for my few days [shoot],” he says. “I just assumed the camera was going to be belt-high and everything else left to the imagination. And obviously, you know, it’s not. We’re not looking for an X-rating, but I didn’t even think there would be a prosthetic involved. When Jason first said something about, ‘You need to go fit that,’ I was like, ‘Ha!’ Plain joke. And then the prop guy brought it in its box, like it was a violin, you know, velvet-lined case.” He adds laughing, “And the rest is history.”

also did yall see him ripped as hell a few years ago

[knamil]

Spoilers for the Jedi Knight story.

Filter if you don't want to see this ever again: #knamil stasis comic

This story takes place not long after the main Jedi Knight story ends. This is an AU Comic because nothing that was released after initial story launch (Makeb onward and esp not KOTFE KOTET are considered "true" for this universe.)

Notes and captions below the cut.

I wrote the story for this in 2014 and I'm using it as a basis to follow along with an art class I'm auditing. It's inspired by companion content that was originally cut from the game, but was datamined and posted online. If you've never seen it, there was supposed to be a quest where you can help Lord Scourge get his feelings back.

I don't know how to write captions for a comic so I'm including the script as a caption.

If there is a standard way to caption comics for screen readers, msg me and I will do my best.

Conventions used

IM: stands for Internal Monologue. Scourge’s internal monologue appears in black boxes with red text and red outline.

Speech bubbles are rounded white bubbles with black text and black outline.

Setting descriptions/general captions are blue boxes with black outline and black text.

The script labels each image as a page. Each panel will have a short description of the picture then the dialog within the panel.

Begin script

Page 1 Scourge kneeling in a cell meditating. Red forcefields surround him. Title: Stasis Part I (by knamil)

Page 2 Caption: Coruscant Holding Cells - 86 Days After the Emperor’s Defeat (A.E.D.)

Panel 1 Scourge is kneeling in his cell meditating. The frame shows a partial profile of his face. One of his eyes are open. A figure is shown walking toward him. Behind the figure are closed doors.

SCOURGE IM: The Medic. Interesting.

Panel 2 A head portrait of Doc

Caption: Archiban “Doc” Kimble

DOC Hey Scourge. How’s it going?

Panel 3 Scourge is kneeling in his cell looking at the floor. He says nothing. Doc stands in front of the cell facing Scourge

DOC Just seein’ if you need anything. Maybe you want to chat? Have a little heart to heart. You know?

Panel 4 Scourge looks up.

Panel 5 Doc is looking down at Scourge. The back wall of the holding facility can be seen behind him.

Panel 6 Closer focus on Scourge.

SCOURGE Tell me, Doctor… has the Jedi stopped screaming yet?

Page 3 Panel 1 Doc looks angry

Panel 2 Doc looks sad

Panel 3 Doc looks resigned

DOC I don’t know.

Panel 4 The Jedi is on a surgery table. Machinery and tubes cover her abdomen. A breathing mask covers her mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut in an expression of pain.

DOC They kicked me out two days ago. Her wounds won’t close. The bleeding won’t stop.

They’re rerouting half her organs with cybernetics just to keep her alive.

Panel 5 Doc leans over to sit on the floor.

DOC I heard they put you in here because you wouldn’t talk when you brought her in.

I don’t understand why you won’t tell us what’s happening to her.

Panel 6 Scourge still kneels in his cell.

SCOURGE Because there is nothing in your limited understanding of the Force and its potential that can help her.

Panel 7 Doc is sitting on the floor on the other side of the force field facing Scourge.

DOC Can you?

SCOURGE No.

Panel 8 Close up view of Scourge. He looks down.

SCOURGE The ritual may not be undone.

IM: It would mean the end of everything.

End Script

[foggyandblue]

HEY SILLIES want my sp hcs? Too bad.

I’m taking a little break from drawing bc I’m going to a play so here you go!

Jimbo and Sharon are half siblings, their mother was 18 when she had Jimbo and raised him as a single mother until she met Sharon’s father, David “Davy” Kimble. Jimbo was 4 when this happened and grew to view Davy as a father figure. He was 6 when Sharon was born!

Richard Tweak, Tweek’s father if you forgot, is Sharon and Jimbo’s maternal cousin! He spent most of his time with them because his parents were kinda shitty :(

Ned and Jimbo are really behind on technology, they have a house phone, an old radio and a record player that they bought together after the war along with an old tv that’s on its last life.

Adding onto that, Ned and Jimbo collect records. Most of them are from when they were younger, but not protest/“dirty hippie” music. Jimbo loves country music and Ned is into classic/soft rock(come on guys imagine him dancing around when Fleetwood Mac comes on the radio) and country as well!

Ned has undiagnosed autism, because yes I’m projecting onto him. He’s the type of “dad with autism”(“I’m not autistic what do you mean I’m normal 🙄”)

Jimbo used to use “I’m just bigboned!” as an excuse when he was younger as well 😞

ANOTHER Ned hc, he’s blind in one of his eyes thanks to the grenade.

In my silly little au, Ned and Jimbo adopt a little girl! Her name’s Aspen after the tree Jimbo proposed to Ned under :))

Jimbo has a bad habit of not knocking on doors, it’s very often that he bursts into the Marsh household with Ned on his heels.

[itzmoss]

okok im ginna quickly yap abt rowan spivey/tyler kimble

(for this specifc post im using the name rowan cus the bootleg i watched and noticed these details has “r. spivey” on his name plate thingy during do this thing)

OK NOW IM GONNA YAP ABT A RANDOM HEADCANON I’VE DECIDED ON

i think rowan is definitely smart and ahead like the other mathletes

but i also think hes not as smart as them, or atleast thinks he’s not as smart as them(?)

he gives a lot of gifted kid burnout vibes to me yknow (im saying this as a math kid who often gets burnt out very quickly)

now why might i say this?

literally no fucking clue its just random things i noticed ben cook doing in scenes that prolly have no relevence

but what random things?

being very uninterested in class, pretty sure he put his head on his backpack on his desk, cus…eepy

and like sure he has his lines, but there are very few, he’s pretty quiet (talking wise hes quiet, him as a person is very loud, if that makes sense)

like yes his famous “x is greater than the value of y” BUT THATS THE ONLY SOLO LINE HE HAS IN DO THIS THING (including the talking before (like in that scene before the song yknow but the mathletes are alr on stage) and during i think but i could be remembering wrong), which goes back to gifted kid burnout and prolly being smart enough to answer the questions but too unsure of himself to actually answer it

idk guys im making shit up

ALSO JUST ALL OF THE MATHLETES ARE SOOOO NEURODIVERGENT

(again at what point am i just projecting my silliness onto them)

[confettininjabean]

one word, three sentences: melted

This might end up being a fic later....but....lol here's a little first meeting between my new Chiss JK OC Tiriza and Theron Shan. Thank you for the prompt! its fun and awesome to get back into writing again.

Ice melted slowly in a short tumbler of crystal as a pair of amber-golden eyes covertly took in the "impromptu" blind date sitting across the table from him. Jonas had yet again managed to lure him out to a cantina under the ruse of some undercover op but this time, Jonas had apparently been in cahoots with one "Doc" Archiban Kimble. This "Doc" had brought a friend along with him, a beautiful Chiss baring two lightsabers under her ribbed jaket, The very Hero of Tython, Jedi Knight Tiriza Rand.

[sullustangin]

New Fic!

Summary: As Eva continues to recover and rebuild herself, her first off-world missions are on the docket. Questions swirl around the fate of Port Nowhere and its crew: can it be recovered? If it can, Eva questions whether she or PN will remain with the Alliance for long, as her first birthday post-carbonite approaches.

Opening scene:

“Trust in the Force all you want, but make sure you know how to count,” Doc told Norwan as he spun his blaster once to cool it, then holstered it, smirking at the very nice shot he’d made.

Norwan tried to check a smile in the grim din of Corellia.  “They do teach basic mathematics at the Temple.”

 “I’d suggest a statistics class – many practical applications, including translating Rusk.”  Doc easily volleyed that right back at him, and Norwan felt the hot red blush on his cheeks --

Eva Corolastor shut her eyes and opened them again. 

The light, made hazy by dust and smoke, filled her vision before her eyes adjusted to the reflective surfaces on the buildings around her.  She smelled and tasted that tang of spent ozone.  Eva sat on top of a building ledge that wasn’t too far from crumbling now.   It had been hit by a bombardment, but not enough to collapse the roof or make the walls cave.  She gazed down at the ruined city that seemingly hadn’t changed in five years.

She knew that Coronet City had changed since the Imperial invasion, but Virtue’s Thief and her scanners had been in dry dock for awhile.  “I think he’s trying to reach me.”

Her companion in this holo simulation turned to her.  “Norwan again?”

Eva nodded at Theron Shan.  “This time with Archie – Doc Kimble.  They were here – well, there.”  Eva pointed down at a specific spot in the street, the sign for the zoo flickering on and off.  “I think Sana-Rae got it – Norwan is trying to reach me, but you-know-who is blocking the connection.”

“You wouldn’t have the connection without the Emperor anyway,” Theron said, his voice a little tired and flat.

Eva gave him a side-wise look before returning her eyes to the surprisingly realistic holos of animals in the streets, just they had been there five years before.  “Wasn’t the Hero of Tython a powerful Jedi who could appear to anyone he damn well pleased?”  A beat, no response from Theron.  “If half of Revan could do it on Yavin, I don’t see why Norwan – whole and undivided - couldn’t pay me a visit.” 

Theron still did not reply.  He didn’t add, “But the Emperor is more powerful anyway.”    They both knew that. 

Then Theron did speak.  “So at the end, he was …?”

“Free.  The Force set him free.”

“That sounds rather Sithy.”

“He said it was the only part of their creed that was absolutely true.” 

[oniric-multimuse-rp]

" Yeah, I can see why. I bet there aren't many soldiers around us that actually enjoy their meals here. Well, besides the sadist ones of course... "

He knew there were a few men that found this war right, or at least something not to be bothered with. That guy Kimbly for example, he said multiple times how the war excited him, and Roy couldn't help but find it disgusting.

How could someone be so freaking insane?

The war wasn't anything like they taught you at the academy. There was no glory in it, just misery and despair. No title, honor, or medal would ever be able to erase the screams of the ishvalans, the look of terror in their eyes when they saw the flames approaching.

He sighed and tried to smile again " Maybe this time I will be able to actually eat something. Let's go, before they take all the good stuff. "

He stepped out of the tent and looked up. The sun was directly over their heads, and its light was projected on him like a spotlight. It hit his pale face, his dusted uniform and his empty eyes. He was sure he looked terrible.

Why was he thinking about his looks, though, was a mistery even for him.

He realized the possible consequences of what he just said only after saying it out loud. Hearing his own voice made him 'wake' up from the flow of his thoughts. He tried to decide what to do in a reasonable amount of time:

Telling him the truth straight away - he decided - was probably going to sound weird even to someone like Hughes. On the other hand, trying to sell it off with something like < I'm just tired > was going to sound false and made up

So he eventually went for something in the middle once again.

" Ah... " he scratched the back of his neck " When you have to face the death of so many people your stomach may give you some troubles. Don't you think? " he gave him a weak smile

He knew he had to be careful with his words. Not that he didn't trust Hughes, the point was he didn't trust the other soldiers. If anyone happened to hear him saying things like the ones that infested his mind, his position might get compromised. Not only he had to annihilate an entire population; he had to pretend he was not troubled by it the slightest. It was unfair. He had never thought he'd end up like this when he joined the military.

[afgunst]

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[imperial-topaz2003]

Something I need to get off my chest.

So, I’ve been playing the Jedi Knight questline again. Though I consider it my least favorite class story in vanilla SWTOR, it definitely has its moments. However, one thing I never really liked in this was Doc.

I took a jab at him in my Praven discussion, but here I get to talk about him in full detail

First off, I know Doc has his fans, and I respect that If you believe he’s the best darn romance in the game, that’s perfectly valid. Though, if that’s the case, I do recommend you sit this one out. Sorry, but I don’t really have anything nice to say about him. Now, I’m well aware that Mr. Archiban Kimble here is a bit of a flirt. That’s not the problem here, a good third of the people in this game are like that, at least. Hell, he exists in the same universe as Lando Calrissian. My problem is that Doc doesn’t stop there. Even if you tell him you’re not interested and shut him down, he still tries to go after you. And it makes a lot of his dialogue come off as...kinda rapey?  Obviously, he doesn’t actually do it, but it’s noticeable that as a female Jedi Knight, a lot of his dialogue comes off as straight up nonconsensual. And it sucks, because as a male, he’s actually pretty chill with you, but his interactions with female PCs just ruins it for me.

Yeah, I’m sure it’s a bit healthier if you give into his advances and flirt with him back, but if you don’t, he just comes off as the kinda guy who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. It’s for that reason why I consider him to be one of the lowest romances in the game, only just a bit above Koth Vortena’s. Yeah, Koth was a romance option, remember that? Honestly, I’m just glad that they made Kira an option for both males and females in Onslaught. Hell, I’d argue Theron is a better straight romance option for female knights than Doc.

But that’s just my two cents. What do you guys think?

[onesheeptwosheepandachicken]

I think brotherhood did talk about how milatary bad with Kimberly talking to roy and riza in the flashback about how he saw them as idiots for having problems with killing people and Scar and winfry talking about how she doesn't forgive him for killing her parents I love cause its something I rarely see. I have not seen 2003 so if but if you prefer 2003 thats up to u personal prefence and all (also if I misremember what you said sorry)

Yes. I do remember what you are saying. But in the FMA 2003, the Rockbell doctors were executed by mustang.

In the FMA 2003, we saw mustang killing  a kid.

in the 2003, we saw more and more about the isvalans being killed even after the war, by mercenaries hired by the military.

Winry faced mustang in 2003 and confronted Mustang for killing her parents.

In the 2003, Scar and Winry have no ties whatsoever...at all.

Kimbly was merely a side character with little personality in 03, his commanding officer was moreso the character.

I do respect your opinion on the matter.

I suppose with RWBY and FMA 03, they both did a lot of show over tell.

But then I guess that is my opinion isn’t it?

At least we can respect the other’s views and opinions in a respectful manner.

[awoken-artist]

Michale Jackson in Mabinogi? 😳

Clip from my twitch stream I uploaded the YouTube shorts version of when I thought I saw a Michale Jackson cosplayer in Mabinogi. I thought it was funny randomly finding one [tho who knows the person could be cosplaying someone else but its the hat and the suit that was like MICHALE JACKSON?? 

i mean i call Kimbly from fullmetal alchemist be dressing like him too so- pfft]

[yespolkadotkitty]

Conference Room B

A little smutty fix-it for poor darling Marcus Pike, who really got shafted in The Mentalist. I wanted to give him a treat. Special thanks to @alldatalost​ for cheerleading.

Warning: shamelessly fluffy smut.

You stare at your computer screen, willing something to change, so you can leave already. You adore the team here, in many ways they’ve become your family, but you were meant to have been in DC with Marcus for eight days already - well, okay, so he wouldn’t have been there yet, but you could have slept in the sheets that smelled of him and started to organise your home together. Instead, a new murder case dropped and swallowed the lives of everyone. But you’re nearly there, you’re all so close you can taste it. Even Jane is antsy.

You miss Marcus. No, that doesn’t seem enough. You long for him. Marcus’ new job seemed to come with some hefty, dangerous undercover work, and while he’d been on the job, you hadn’t been able to video call, so for six weeks your relationship had been maintained via whispered voice calls and texts at random times.

Sometimes, late at night, you hadn’t seen his face for so long that you wondered if you’d made him up, inside your heart.

Agent Cho drops by your desk, tapping the corner to get your attention. “Agent Pike is in the building.”

Your pulse jumps. “Thanks. But-”

Cho just arches a brow and smiles.

Your heartbeat rockets as you stare at the lifts opposite the bank of desks you work in. What would he smell like, after this time apart? Why was he here now?

“What if I fuck it up?” you whisper to Cho. “What if he’s changed his mind?”

Kimble smiles at you, and his usual calm, stoic demeanour works its magic on your nerves. “If he’d changed his mind, would he be here?” He gives you a little nod, and then swaggers off, no doubt to impart his even-keel advice on someone else who needs it.

You spend a few fruitless moments trying to get back into work, and failing. Lisbon meets your gaze from her own computer and gives you a sympathetic smile. You guess they all know.

And then the elevator doors open and actually, nothing else matters when you see him.

His hair’s grown out, and it curls over his forehead, flicks up at his collar. It looks so soft; you want to sink your fingers into it. And his top lip and jaw are scruffy and the new, patchy beard really suits him. His posture is great as usual - he’s not arrogant, but he won’t apologise for being confident. He wears a suit well; always has, the lines cut sharp, his white shirt striped with grey, cut in half by the wine red tie.

He is a big, tall drink of water, and you want him more than your next breath. He scans the room and you stand up, and your eyes meet. His are that bottomless, dark chocolate brown, and his face lights up when he sees you, that big, goofy, no-holds-barred grin, and you make yourself calm down and try and remember you’re at work, rounding your desk and walking to him slowly across the carpet.

“Hey,” he says softly, and his voice is deep and sexy and everything you’ve ever wanted. Your hands itch with the urge to touch all that soft hair and his scruffy beard.

“Hey.” You search his gaze. He looks thrilled to see you, his expression soft and sweet and tender and unguarded, and your heart aches for all the nights you’ve missed him. “I love the beard.”

Marcus rubs a hand over it. “Thanks. It’s for the undercover thing. It ended last night, and - well. I know it’s sudden, but I had to see you.” He glances around the office, and you turn around to see Cho, Lisbon and the rest of the team quickly duck their heads, pretending to be super engrossed in other stuff.

“Wow,” you mutter. “We’re supposed to be good at subterfuge.”

Marcus chuckles, and takes your hand. Just that simple touch sends licks of want and need up your arm. “Is there… somewhere we can talk?”

Your stomach drops. Is he.. Ending things? “Sure.” You keep his fingers linked with yours, and lead him down the hall to a small, unoccupied conference room. You gesture and he precedes you in, dropping your hand, as you close and lock the door, and release the blinds, so you’re totally alone.

“Marcus, is everything-” your words get swallowed up as he’s on you in a heartbeat, kissing you like a man desperate for air after a lifetime underwater. His tongue traces your lips and you open eagerly, sliding your hands up his chest and into his newly grown hair, and it’s as soft as you imagined. He smells of his habitual black pepper and vanilla cologne and fresh coffee and clean soap, and it’s heady and you could breathe him in forever. He tugs you as close as possible, folding your body into his larger one, his hands running over your back like he’s re-learning you after over a month apart. You fist your hand in his hair hungrily, licking into his mouth. His moustache tickles your skin and it’s decadent and delicious, like a favourite cake with a new flavour added.

He releases you, making this low groan of need in his throat, and you think if he isn’t inside you in the next thirty seconds, you might die.

“Sorry,” he mutters, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “Couldn’t do that to you out there. And I had to - I had to.  Sometimes I’ve wanted you so much, I couldn’t sleep.”

“Me too,” you whisper, cupping his dear face, tracing your thumb along his scruffy jaw. He feels so good. “Is it wrong to get frisky on FBI property?”

Marcus winces. “Most definitely, but…” He pulls you close again, and you thrill to the evidence of his want for you pressing hot and heavy against your belly. “ Fuck, I want you. We’ll have to wait until you get home from work.”

“For what I really want, yes, but… not for everything.” You back him up against the door, kiss him breathless, drinking in his addictive taste, and slide one hand down to his fly, unzipping his suit pants.

“What are you-” Marcus asks, and then footsteps sound on the other side of the door.

You kiss his scruffy cheek and whisper into his ear; “You’ll have to be quiet. Anyone could come past.”

He swallows audibly but doesn’t say anything to the contrary. You nip at his earlobe as you use your other hand to play, too, sliding open the slit of his boxers and drawing him out, palming his length and soaking up the little growl in his throat that’s just barely audible.

“Oh my God , have I missed you,” you murmur, licking at the scruff on his jaw. “And you show up looking hotter than a Laredo night.”

Marcus’ hands clench on the small of your back as you continue to stroke and tease him. He’s steel in velvet, and your hands become slick as you begin to draw an orgasm up his spine, one eager touch at a time. When you pull back to look up into his face, he’s wrecked, pupils blown with lust, teeth sunk into his lower lip in an attempt not to make any sound.

He’s a fantasy wrapped in a Bureau-issue suit, everything you want in a tanned, voice-made-for-sex package - kind, smart, patient, soft, and he’s yours. “Marcus,” you murmur, your head full of love with him, and you slide down his body and take him in your mouth.

A strangled sound escapes his lips just as voices pass the door, and you hear him mutter “ Jesus fucking Christ,” as you start to lick him the way you’ve been fantasizing about for six weeks. One of his hands curls into your hair as you work him steadily close to a blinding climax. He’s slumped against the door now, desperately trying not to let his knees give in, as his hips move incrementally, exercising extreme restraint in not fucking your mouth.

You take him as deep as you can and he makes that sexy little growl again, and your name falls from his tongue, the syllables deep and gravelly, a warning, and you squeeze the hand he’s fisted at his hip, letting him know it’s okay.

A litany of curses barely reaches your ears as he comes like a freight train, his whole body tensing for a moment that seems to stretch to forever, and you drink down everything he gives you, afterwards gently tucking him back into his boxers and zipping his smart suit trousers.

Marcus rubs a hand over his face, and you see his wrist tremble. “Fuck. That was…. Probably not legal.”

You kiss a smile on to his sweet lips, hug him tight, and he pulls you into him, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Thank you,” he rasps, low and sweet in his perfect drawl. “You can’t imagine how many times I’ve come in my hand in the last six weeks, wishing it was you.”

“About the same number of times I’ve imagined you in my bed,” you say, resting your forehead against his. “That’ll have to hold us until I finish for tonight. Do you still have your key? Wait for me at my place?”

Marcus pats his pocket, dark eyes shining. “I will.”

You take time to adjust your clothes before leaving the conference room. The coast is clear and you walk Marcus back to the elevators.

Jane passes with a cup of coffee in hand. “Glad you had time to come, Pike,” he says genially, and you follow Marcus into the elevator, and when the doors close, you laugh in each other’s arms until you’re weak.

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[tumblingxelian]

From what I've seen, the problem is more about how criticisms of Brotherhood like from you have been often... morphed into blanket statements like "FMA is problematic because such and such" based on said far more concrete criticism. As such, it dilutes it in favor of more clear cut moral stances. I dunno if you've noticed but... that's been a running theme with Social Media for the last decade. I think Sarah Z's Pro vs. Anti video breaks it down best.

The thing is, I recently went through the various tags for FMA and found nothing of the sort reference in the aforementioned post.

Every critique I'd seen has been of legitimate issues regarding the Brotherhood Anime & to a lesser extent the manga in terms of their handling of these topics.

IE, Roy getting his eyesight back via the literal souls of Ishvalans, or how the series over emphasizes the angst of the war criminals at the expense of their victims like the US does with all their wars.

And most critique posts were in the minoirty compared to stuff like "Imagine if Roy was half Ishvalan & half Xing, it'd be so hard for him but he'd do it cos its his duty and get justice later, UWU." Or people shipping Scar with Kimble and so on.

Critique of FMA and Brotherhood is in short supply and pretty much all of what I found didn't fall into moral absolutism so much as expressed frustration at the handling of the matter, especially compared to the O3 anime in some cases.

For anyone confused here is my whole post on the topic: https://tumblingxelian.tumblr.com/post/682781224414183424

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The Fugitive (1993)

The Fugitive proves action movies don’t need to be stupid. Asking for well-developed characters, tight storylines, thrilling chases, and spectacular special effects is NOT too much.

Dr. Richard Kimble (Harrison Ford) is convicted of the murder of his wife - a crime he did not commit. After escaping from death row, he searches for the elusive one-armed man; the true culprit. While finding the killer's identity is a challenge all on its own, Kimble must also evade Deputy U.S. Marshal Samuel Gerard (Tommy Lee Jones).

Once this film gets going it never stops - even the murder of Kimble’s wife (played by Sela Ward) is essentially an action scene - but The Fugitive isn't content with merely entertaining through thrills. This is a superbly written film with intelligent, well-rounded characters that feel like they’ve been plucked from real life. It’s not enough that Kimble wants to escape. He wants to exonerate his name. He better. Clever as he may be, he’s pushing his luck every second. He must find the identity of the one-armed man, but where to start? You've got no idea. The film gives you no easy clues.

There’s a fascinating mystery to unravel in The Fugitive. It immerses you fully in this story and makes you feel like you’re right there because you don’t know which clues you should pay attention to. In the beginning, I was taking note of all the characters being introduced. You think you have someone pegged as the killer until you realize they’re just some background character or a minor hurdle for Kimble to jump over and then move on. The way the puzzle is assembled is superb. The primary focus is Kimble, but Gerard is in the film a lot. In most pictures, the two would follow the same paths, more or less. Kimble would board a train and his credit card info would tip off Gerard. The chase would be on but at the last second, Kimble would escape. I’m not saying that’s bad writing. It’s logical, but this picture takes the deductions and the chases to a new level. Kimble’s specialty as a doctor will lead him to a place for one reason and Gerard - as an officer of the law - will pick up on something completely different, something that only he could see. From there, his path will cross with his target's. It makes for a twisty nail-bitter of a chase. They’re both navigating a maze with so many different branching paths you can’t foresee where it’s going next. All you know is that at some point, they’ll see each other face-to-face.

Tommy Lee Jones’ character is one of the most delightful antagonists you’ll find in any action film. The guy’s always making dry comments at his fellow officers, delivering non-stop laughs while also proving himself a worthy foe for Kimble. If anyone else was on the case, the good doctor would stand a chance of solving the mystery he’s trying to uncover. With the brainy Gerard on his heels, it’s a whole other story. There are so many details in both Kimble and Gerard’s actions that by the end of the 130-minute running time (is it really that long? It felt so much shorter) you feel like you’d be able to write their dating profiles and find perfect matches for them.

I could’ve saved myself a whole lot of work by posting “WOW!” in size 200 font but I wanted to do more. I loved this film. I wanted to share that love with you. It comes as no surprise that this expertly-made thriller was nominated as one of the best films of 1993. (On Blu-ray, September 16, 2016)