#ive been sitting on this for days

[murdrdocs]

voyeurism; filming; director!abed; fem!reader; MDNI (inspired by this from @hanasnx and this) w/ ABED NADIR

if there's one thing you can say about abed, it's that he's committed.

it's rare that he'll back down from a bit, and you can count on one hand all the times that he has. you're sure that this won't create another tally.

from the moment your eyes opened this morning, there's been a camera in your face. advanced, fresh, a little bigger than the one abed usually carried.

new equipment he wanted to test out, he'd told you. and you had the privilege of being his test subject.

somewhere on the memory card is footage of you getting ready, footage of you grocery shopping, footage of you reading, and joining it is footage of you in your barest, most intimate form.

laid out on your bed, your legs spread to open the view of your cunt to abed, and consequently the camera. you didn't have to worry about eyes other than the ones in the room seeing the footage, but the voyeurism of it all makes you want to shrink in on yourself.

you're close to doing so, your knees pushing together and shrouding your working hand. but abed tuts, he sits up in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees.

"please keep your legs open, the camera can't pick up the action when they're closed."

he leans back to peer at the live view, nodding to himself before fixing his stare—hard and direct—back on you.

it suddenly becomes clear to you that he's playing the role of the director, one you've seen him portray many times before. it's odd how natural it comes to him. it's certainly not odd how turned on it makes you.

your legs spread again, revealing the glisten of your cunt and the way it has transferred to your fingers. evidence of how long you’ve been at this, the time being a testament to your inability to focus with artificial eyes watching you.

abed’s directing continues.

“could you angle your hips more to the right?” you aim your hips to the right. “my right, please. and use your other hand it gives better angles.”

frustrated, you huff and adjust your position, switching hands and sacrificing dexterity with the change.

you only have the patience to continue for a few moments before you sit up completely, resting your free hand out behind you and staring at abed. his lips part as if he's about to say something, his pointer finger already in the air in preparation.

you're quick to interrupt him.

"abed," you start, continuing when he hums. "since you know what you want so bad, why don’t you come over here and do it yourself?"

for a moment he just blinks at you. then his face morphs into astonishment, as if your words have cracked the formula to the entire film and a lightbulb should have been hovering over his messy dark hair.

"a hands on approach … like a clint eastwood film?" he's already standing and approaching you as you're nodding.

"yeah, sure. like clint eastwood."

[milkywayes]

you were born to do this

happy N7 Day!

[find prints here!]

[monteruu]

caught in the blinding light of public perception

[image id: digital illustration of arataka reigen from mob psycho 100. he is caught in an unstable pose with his arms raised for balance and is looking over his shoulder at the viewer with an uneasy expression. his tie is flailing in front of him as if he were falling. a bright yellow light illuminates him from above and the edges of his body and casts the rest of him in black shadow. red is an accent color around his head and the background. end image id.]

[moonsidesong]

TETO DAY FOREVER AND EVER !!!!

[sabertoothwalrus]

he was holding ice cubes

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

some misc Barn & Wally doodles from the past week or so <3 i heart them

[tubbytarchia]

gg buddy am I right (ethubs doodle that I don't know what to do with)

[s0fter-sin]

soap's whole deal being sniper and demolitions gets me going bc on the surface they sound so different but when you get into it, you realise it's bc soap's smart

sniping is all math; calculating distances and wind interference and bullet drop. something i think people overlook is he was listed as a sniper first so it can be implied that he's better at it than demolitions. he does more sniping in both campaigns than demolitions work; in capture or kill, ghost specifically calls on him to take down the aq snipers

and demolitions is math with a hit of chemistry; knowing what mixes with what, knowing how much to use, recognising environmental factors and adjusting accordingly. it's not just about the boom; so much work goes into contained/ planned explosions. especially when having enough power for a breacher charge and not bringing down the whole building is the difference between mission success and failure

the chemical bombs he makes in alone can't just be any old cleaners, they have to have the correct reaction to each other; he just knew off the top of his head what would mix with what to create what reaction. he would also potentially have to recognise them by sight/smell bc they would’ve been written in spanish

soap would also have to know architecture; recognising structural integrity and weak points so he knows exactly where to plant a charge to bring it down and how it'll come down

he has an incredible soldier's mind people just forget that bc he's sociable which itself is a skill

we know he tends to buck against orders he doesn't agree with like when he pushes back against ghost in capture or kill and shepherd when he tells them to release hassan

he gets closer to people and sees if he can trust them and that's when he follows them without question. really think about how he talks to alejandro and rudy; he asks about their home and alejandro's family and rudy's relationship with him. those aren't questions you ask a stranger after a few hours of knowing them. that's not even touching on his relationship with ghost

he also deliberately brings people of higher ranks down to his level; talking informally with ghost and giving him a shoulder punch, addressing alejandro (a colonel!!) by his first name and rudy by his nickname despite literally just meeting them. he personalises all of them and it’s in direct opposition to the reason most characters do that; it’s not due to insubordination or lack of respect, the more he respects and trusts someone, the more casual he is with them

he digs into people; he wants to know what makes them tick and that determines if he can one, trust them and two, follow their orders. once he decides that, he's the ultimate soldier; he bleeds loyalty which makes him vicious when that loyalty is taken for granted

he isn't naive or bubbly or insecure; he's an incredibly smart and aware soldier. he's aggressive and bloodthirsty and loyal and intuitive and i love him so much

[shaadowmilkcookie]

One of Shadow Milk’s many prop replicas of himself, left behind. Even though the eyes are forever staring straight into the distance… Oddly enough, you still feel like you’re being watched.

But surely, though, it won’t hurt to take it home and touch up the colours, right? :)

[plutonicbees]

fun fact it's been exactly 3 years since I read young avengers for the very first time :)

here's some scarlet witch + scarlet witch and quicksilver panel redraws,, haven't drawn these guys in forever :p

[baylardian-1]

happy australian threshold day i love you all thanks for sticking with me for three years or if youre new hi i love threshold :) ill plug me and alice's threshold au blog @voyagerihardlyknowher where we put all of our threshold au content go look at it its so clean and beautiful

doodled some inspies from @jellybeansarecool's fic Nesting with Kathryn building a nest out of Chakotay's clothes and bed sheets :)

ummmmmmm some misc just lizard janeway doodle stuff and also some Janeway in Q2 getting turned into lizzy by Junior. :3 FOR FUN.

[love4hobi]

HOPE ON THE STREET ↳ Created by j-hope

[ashmcgivern]

A Draconified King

[obsob]

big man...why is he so big...(hes full of love)

[ghost-proofbaby]

okay no but bbf!perv!eddie unable to stop his hand from lingering a liiiitttle too long on your skin after he slaps the tattoo. obv he cant do anything too rough (although he would give anything to just be able to dig his fingers in to the soft skin there), but that's almost WORSE because instead you're aware of every one of his fingers on your overly sensitive skin, the warmth of his palm against your stinging ass, both soothing and burning at the same time

he doesn't even realise he's doing it, and you peek over your shoulder and nearly get a jumpscare at just how intense he looks - eyes fixed on where he's touching you, the boy is practically vibrating from holding himself back

HELPPPPPP

he should probably pull away.

he knows he should. he’s well aware his touch has long out-lingered its welcome on your warm skin. but he can’t. he tells his hand to drop, to come back to him, to just fall anywhere else but your ass — all his fingers do in response are curl into the flesh, feeling the soft muscle beneath his joints and his breath catch painfully between his ribs.

all he can do is squeeze softly and stare at where his skin is meeting yours. all he can do is continue to take abnormally deep breaths, teetering on the verge of gasping as his stare starts to burn hotter than where he’d slapped your skin.

“e-eddie?”

you’re all nervous laughter and wide eyes, and it almost makes it worse when you stutter out his name. somewhere between a plea and a sigh, falling between the raveens of asking him to stop touching you and begging him to never stop.

“sorry,” he whispers, but his hand doesn’t move.

“can you…” can you move your hand? can you stop driving me insane? can you stop looking at me like some helpless prey and igniting this damned warmth in my belly that is 10 seconds from turning this entire friendship to ash? “can you do it again?”

eddie munson’s heart officially stops. the last and hardest beat of it echoes in his silent chest and he’s looking up at you wildly, stunned, quietly. for the first time since he’s met you, his tongue has become a foreign and heavy object not fit for his instruction.

and you take his silence as a no. you take his silence as you pushing too far and projecting one too many fantasie onto him for a final time. you take his lack of response as a you just fucked everything up, idiot.

“i’m- fuck, i’m sorry,” you start, “forget i ask-“

“again?”

his hand finally moves, and it’s trailing down now, fingers dancing along the back of your thigh in unsure movements. not ready to no longer feel you. not ready to leave the moment.

piqued interest, palpable curiosity, buzzing eagerness — there’s not one sliver of disgust in his tone.

it’s the only reason you’re brave enough to wear a fragile smile as you nod, cheek lowering to the pillow as you say it more surely this time, “again.”

this time, the slap is more deliberate.

and this time, it lands where you want it. between the apex of your thighs, stinging in a way far more pleasurable than before, making you cry out a bit more surely this time.

maybe it’s his sudden smirk. maybe it’s his dark eyes. or maybe it’s that goddamn tent in his pants and the wet spot he can’t hide from you.

yeah. he’ll do it again. he’ll do it as many times as you ask for it, because this time, he gets it.

you both get it.

[tartetasin]

Persistence of Memory