#jake gyllenhaal prompt

[sxeraphfic]

6 with Loki!! NSFW please (maybe smut? hhaha) he’s saying!!! thankss

DETECTIVE LOKI -  JEALOUSY NSFW PROMPT    

╰┈➤“It looked like he was trying to flirt with you”

Pairing: David Loki x reader 

Word count: 2232

WARNINGS: p in v sex, creampie, slight grinding, possessive sex, biting, marking, swearing, average dirty talk, spanking, palming, semi-public, loki is a little bit of a grump at the start, not super ooc i hope, both of you are a little toxic lol, fingers in mouth. Let's assume birth control is in place here. Lol. Think that's it, there might be more. 

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This is actually my first ever published nsfw fic, so please go easy on me <3 Enjoy my loves!

You and Loki had been coworkers for what felt like an eternity by now, he was a diligent person who took his occupation acutely seriously. Which is grounds for why he managed to not only get promoted up to being a sergeant of the sector you worked in, but also have exclusive access to his own private office and dictatorship over other workers' roles. Unmistakably, he is incredible as a detective and supervisor. That being said, he isn't perfect. He’s reckless, arrogant, stubborn, cocky,  antisocial, a workaholic  and breaking what would be considered a societal rule of workplaces. Don't mess around with your coworker! 

You two had been in a secret situationship for around almost a year now, casual but also intense. No-one in your work suspected a thing either, Loki was just as good at hiding things as he was at figuring them out. The thing about casual yet intense secret situationships is that how concrete the “relationship” actually is, could be considered shaky. He’s never really explicitly made it clear to even you what you both are, despite spending almost every waking hour outside of work together whether that be romantic dates, cuddling, sex etc. Did this frustrate you? Yes. You wanted him to be emotionally available and ready for you, to not have to wonder to yourself whether he even considers you an actual partner or not. You'd bring up the question and he would act so stupidly nonchalant about it or say he just wants to “let it go with the flow.”  

Does he even give a shit? You sighed to yourself staring at the timed out screen of your computer, leaning back and stretching your back and arms out. 

Before you could go back to your daydreams, or work for that matter. You heard one of your coworkers call out your name from across the room. 

“Hey! y/n! y/n! C'mere for a sec.” Your coworker Miles announced 

Your cheeks widened, Miles was a relatively new guy around your age. He was kind of childish, bright, bubbly and overall just a nice guy. You were assigned to train him and since then he's more or less stuck by your side and been a great coworker for you to do cases and research with.  

Making your way over to his desk you spotted a certain someone from the corner of your eye. Loki, walking towards another coworker's desk yet clearly distracted by whatever you were up to. He thinks he's good at having a poker face, and he is. Just not with you, that furrowed eyebrow and light frown said it all. It's mainly your fault he's on high alert right now though, a few nights ago you felt tired of feeling like you were just an undecided casual fling for him. And so you may have.. Accidentally made a point that if he doesn't make a decision on what you guys are, you'll find someone else to be the one for you.     

It pissed him off, clearly. But you assumed that you were both over that silly little argument by now since things had been relatively normal, but guesses are that wasn't the case.  You and  Miles chatted for around ten minutes or so, maybe even less. You giggled a few times here and there and even absent mindedly placed your hand on his shoulder, in the back of your head you realised how this may look to Loki and internally shuddered.

He began to stutter, “oh..oh um.. By the way y/n”  

“Yes Miles?”

“I was thinking..um.. Well if you want to at some point we would like.. Maybe hang outside of work? Go to a bar or something?” he continued on “i mean- it's fine if not but y’know.. You're so sweet and kind to me… and well, beautiful.”  

You saw from the corner of your eye Loki making his way over, oh boy.  

“We are doing work here right, the two of you?” he asked sternly. You rolled his eyes at him “Yes Loki, we are. It's just unlike you, some people have lives outside of work” Miles looked awkwardly between you and Loki, the tension in the air was insanely thick. “Yeah uh.. Sorry about that Loki. I guess I got kind of distracted since y/n is fun to talk to” he smiled before semi-flirtatiously winking at you. Loki didn't twitch a single muscle in his face, you gave Miles an awkward smile to alleviate the atmosphere. Before Loki scoffed and pointed towards your desk “y/n. Off back to your desk please. I have some paperwork I need you to fill.” and then proceeded to turn to miles ``Miles, i know you're new here but flirting and dating is strictly prohibited in the workplace. If I catch that again you will be in trouble.” You huffed and walked away, how hypocritical of him..

It was past 11 pm now, the station was practically empty besides maybe a few less than a dozen people working. Loki had so happened to ask you to stay back to “talk about documents,” but you were well aware of what the conversation was really about. You walked into his office, immediately crossing your arms together.  

“Come closer.'' He directed, pointing you to stand next to him as he sat down in his chair finishing up some paperwork. “So, wanna explain what was happening earlier? I saw that. And heard it” he continued on “It looked like he was trying to flirt with you, or maybe you were trying to flirt with him too.”

You extended your hand to his back, slowly moving up to his shoulder and beginning to massage him gently to cool him off. “Well no i wasn't flirting with him, but i didn't realise we were exclusive like that David.” he scoffed, and you huffed in return. “last time i checked our thing was barely even a thing right? Hardly even a label on it,” you began to apply more pressure to his shoulders. “Thats fucking hilarious” he asserted with an unfriendly grin, “So you want us to be an official thing and yet you accept others flirting with you right infront of me, really?” he pushed your hands off him and in response you glared at him. He continued on, “After our little argument the other day you have to have some sort of understanding on why I might be fuckin’ concerned.”

“What? I hardly accepted it..and even so you expect me to just sit around here waiting for you to be ready to label our relationship??? How about you look at the reality here David. You refuse to make the claim on me. Maybe someone like Miles would actually be able to commit and I appreciate the idea of it.” 

David looked at you with shame on his face, something strangely comforting considering the argument you were in right now and his usual stubborn self. “Look Y/N, I know.. That i'm not exactly good at this whole thing. I’m so used to being alone that the thought of giving myself fully to someone.. well.. scares me.” he placed face into his palm “I don't want to be uncommitted to you, i want you to be mine. And maybe this has made me realise that.” He wrapped his arm around your waist and guided you to sit on his lap, wheeling his chair back a little for space. “The thought of some little twerp like Miles flirting with you drives me crazy.  I know it's selfish but I want you to myself without the fear of uh.. Well, abandonment.”  

You stretched your arms around his shoulders and pressed your forehead against his “I'm not leaving you David.. You're all I want.” “So make me yours please, commit me to me..” you whispered to him softly. His breath hitched and he sighed, pressing his lips against yours before tugging at your bottom lip ever so slightly with his teeth. The pinch of it made you squeak, you reached up to his hair and tugged on it tenderly. He pushed you up against him so he could have proper access to your neck, Slowly biting and sucking it between different places to give you light bruises. You moaned, beginning to rock your hips against him to gain some pressure against your clothed pussy. The sound of him growling against your neck as he sucked on the skin vibrated right down to your core, “Fuck this feels good, David” you gasped. “God y/n i want to ravage you right now” he whispered against you before leaning into another deep kiss, you could feel his dick throbbing through his pants as you both swirled and pressed tongues together. 

You began to palm him through his pants during your kiss, stroking and feeling up the growing length. “David.. What if we get caught?” you said in between breaths. He choked out a stammered laughed in response “Fuck i don't even know if i care y/n, i need you so badly i wouldn't mind if people found out.” You giggled slightly, staring deeply into his eyes. “That's just your dick talking, but it's pretty empty in the station.. I'm sure it'll be fine.” You used that to cue him to start pulling down your pencil skirt and panties, whilst you unbuttoned his shirt and undressed his lower region halfway down to his thighs. His dick was hard and leaking with precum, his face flushed red. “You look so needy right now dave.” he sighed in response and you snickered as you began to grind your exposed wet pussy against his cock. He began rubbing his sticky hot tip up against your clit for extra stimulation and you whined, settling your head against his shoulder weakly. He furrowed his brow and showed his toothy grin “Look at you. a complete mess in my office on my lap, what happened to me being needy?”  Before you could get another rebuttal in, he moved his hands down your body to your hips and began to align your hole to his cock. As he steadily pushed into you he groaned into your neck. “Fuuuck y/n” he murmured as he began to thrust up and down, you moaned in response pulling against his hair. He swiftly spanked your ass with one hand and placed the other around the nape of your neck massaging it, enjoying the whimpers and mewls he’d pull from your lips.  

Unexpectedly the two of you heard footsteps from outside his office, both of you froze in place unsure of what to do 

“Detective Loki? Are you there? May I come in please?” a voice of one of your coworkers called from outside the door 

You expected him to stop and pull you off, but he smirked coyly and inserted three fingers into your mouth and began to slowly thrust into you again. You arched your back in response, trying to contain your moans and noises of slurping from the drool beginning to fill your mouth and dribble down your chin.  

“Uh.. yeah i'm in here, look i need some uh.. um.. space for the moment” he awkwardly yelled back out, even you could see in his eyes that his adrenaline was at a maximum right now. What on earth was he thinking? 

“Oh.. i have some pretty important paperwork man i-” David interrupted him before he could finish, “Please just leave it at your desk and i'll..” he stared at the way you were grinding up and down onto his dick, before snapping back to reality,  “...come pick it up when I'm ready.” David was struggling to contain himself. He gazed into your eyes as you swirled your tongue around his fingers pushing in and out of your mouth, simultaneously thrusting his cock slowly and deeply inside of you. The warmth and stickiness of your bodies pressed against each other made him melt back into his leather chair.

As soon as he heard the door from outside his office shut he briskly lifted you up and flipped you over onto your stomach against his desk, he leaned down pressing his chest against your back, the pressure of his weight crushing you was so intense yet felt so good. “God you're sexy y’know that?” he half whined half growled into your ear, his thrusts becoming more and more powerful. You cried out in pleasure, unable to move or escape from the position. He pulled your hair to gain access to your ear, gently nibbling on your lobe as he continued his deep and sharp thrusts. “You’re all fucking mine y/n” he groaned, “Oh god i feel like i'm gonna cum David. Please cum in me” You yelped out squirming beneath him, gripping onto the edge of his now mess of a desk. He didn't need to be told twice to do so, he buried his face into your neck before pressing a final thrust into you, loading thick streams of cum inside. You practically shrieked, it felt incredible.  

Afterwards you both just sat there together on his chair, unsure of what to do with the mess you made. But content and loving in each other's arms with him stroking his fingers through your hair.

“Bet he couldn't make you feel that good ay?” he chuckled.

partially proof read, will come back to check on it when i wake up <3

[gyll-yee-haw]

I'm yours

Jake Gyllenhaal smut/fluff

This one is a bit different <33

Not requested, straight up self indulgent 🤭

Prompt: you and Jake are ridiculously in love, but decide to take things slowly. One day, you realize you're ready to make love to him for the first time.

Warnings: fluff fluff fluff, like the best relationship ever, you're obsessed with each other, implied trauma with bad previous relationships, unprotected sex.

Like 1k words.

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It was a big step letting someone walk into your life again.

Letting him hold your hand in front of your family and friends.

Letting him know about all your dreams and insecurities.

Letting him make you laugh and not care if you sound weird.

Letting him tell you he loved you and letting yourself say it back.

Your relationship was full of big steps.

But he always made sure they were taken at the right moment.

No rush.

Maybe day after day, as the trust grew between the two of you, his touch started getting more intimate.

Maybe you became comfortable with him grabbing your butt or your breasts during a make out session, or while you cuddled on the sofa, watching a movie.

Maybe you didn't mind changing in front of him and he complimented your body all the time.

And it's unusual to imagine this, but none of those actions, not the touch or the praises, none of them were sexual.

It was all about love and trust. All about feeling so comfortable around each other that your body represented so much more than pleasure for him…

But as your love grew, so did your desire.

Sometimes it was a poetic desire, like: I want to know all of you, feel your body so close to mine, I want us to become one.

Sometimes it wasn't so poetic, but still a very valid desire, like: I want you to fuck me senseless until I forget my own name.

Romance isn't about what you do, but how you feel while you're doing it, right? Maybe rough sex means "I love you" as much and the slow and passionate one. It's all about giving each other what you need at the moment.

And Jake wanted to know what you needed at that moment...

When he was laying on top of you, breathing heavily after a mind-blowing make out session.

His golden chain wrapped around your finger as you looked him in the eyes and said: "I'm ready."

His face was a mix of worry and excitement.

God, he couldn't wait to take the next big step in this relationship. To be able to love you more explicitly. To be able to give you more. To discover new things about you and, why not, about himself? He craved you more than he ever craved anyone else. Still, he didn't need to have you on the first opportunity he had. He needed to have you when all the circumstances would work together to make that moment unforgettable.

But the universe wouldn't tell him when that would be possible. Only you would. And he asked you a bunch of times if you were sure. Assured you that he could stop at any moment. That he would be gentle. That he was honored to be able to give you all his love.

And you assured him that you were ready to receive it. And to give him all of yours.

He undressed you and you saw a new kind of look in his eyes.

When he called you beautiful now, he couldn't hide the lust in his voice.

When he kissed all over your naked skin, his love felt like fire and your smiles became moans.

He undressed himself and he saw a new kind of look in your eyes.

When his hard cock brushed your folds, making you buck your hips eagerly.

When he finally entered you and you moaned in pain.

"Are you okay, baby?" He kissed your neck and stroked your hair, not moving a muscle until you were ready.

"Yes, love." You replied, bitting your lip. "You fill me up so right. Feels like you were made for me."

"Fuck." He whispered, feeling the urge to fuck you because of the praise, and the urge to give you the world because of how sweet you sounded. "Yes, I was made for you, honey."

It was a very romantic connection, but your bodies craved more than that.

So he started thrusting slowly.

His fingers intertwined with yours, his soft voice telling you: "God, you feel so good…"

Smiles and moans and the sound of his skin against yours.

And love. So much love.

Love and lust. All too much. At some point, he just lost control. And you were thankful for that.

His thrusts became fast, deep and hard.

He wanted to be inside you forever, and he knew that the slower he took things, the longer it would last… but it was all so overwhelming. He wanted you to cum, he wanted to give you his cum, and he wanted to start over. As many times as possible. His self control was based on previous experiences, and with you it was a whole now level, nothing could prepare him for that.

Nothing could prepare him for the way you screamed his name and digged your nails on his back.

Or how your eyes rolled back and you announced desperately that you were coming at that exact moment.

Nothing could prepare him for the way your walls clenched around his cock and how hard that made him cum.

But more than anything, nothing could prepare him for the moment he would have to remove himself from you. So he simply didn't.

He held you close and kissed you like he would die without your lips. At that moment, nothing could convince him he wouldn't.

He felt like his lips had only two jobs in this world: taste your skin and praise you:

"You were so wonderful, princess. I love you so much."

"I'm not letting you go, I wanna stay like this forever…"

Didn't take long for you to feel him getting hard inside you again, and even though your sensitive and exhausted body asked you to rest a little more, your brain knew nothing but wanting him.

"Don't let me go, then." You told him. "I'm yours."

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Certain Conditions

A/N - Day 15 of Tickletober!! Today's prompt is one of my favorites: Are you ticklish? I would like to say: Hey @otomiyaa and @fanficsandfluff I cooked us up some Twisters fluff! I hope you both and everyone else enjoys!!

Word Count: 1,440

            “No way,” Kate perked up from her spot on the bed, sitting up so her head was supported by her arm, elbow pressing into the squeaky mattress as she excitedly eyed Tyler.

            “No way what?” Tyler repeated, turning his head on the pillow so he could see his girlfriend better. He hadn’t expected Kate to break the silence between them, the duo having been quiet as they watched a terrible disaster movie starring Jake Gyllenhaal. Aside from the occasional “but that could never happen!” the two were silent as they cuddled on the bed of the first Best Western they could find in Kansas that evening.

            The team had been out chasing for the last few days. There hadn’t been many storms with the right conditions to become large tornado producing supercells, which was good for all the towns they drove through, but they had managed to spot a smaller twister just outside of Hays, Kansas, which was where they found refuge for the night. After stopping at Freddy’s for burgers and custard, the team split up into different rooms. Now that Kate had secured funding for their research, they were able to splurge a bit on hotel expenses.

            “Are you ticklish?” Kate mused, unable to bite back her smile. Brows raised in a startled confusion; Tyler just stared at her.

            “Why you think that?” Tyler drawled, smirking up at her.

            “You made a noise,” practically vibrating with excitement, Kate reached out and poked the man’s side. Now expecting it, the tiny twitch his muscles did had been stunted and controlled.

            “You’re making a lot of noises right now,” letting out a small huff from his nostrils, Tyler mimicked her, poking Kate in the ribs. The woman let out a little giggle and smacked his hand away.

            “You’re gaslighting me,” letting out an exaggerated whine, Kate decided she was going to take drastic measures.

            “And why would I do that?” Tyler let out a chuckle as Kate rolled over onto him. With absolutely no resistance from Tyler, Kate was able to hug his waist with her legs, pinning him onto the bed. Both palms pressed into his chest as if she was about to perform CPR, Tyler let out a huff of disbelief. “Why, hello there, love.”

            “Do it again,” Kate said, using both hands to gently tap her fingers on the side of his ribs. Wiggling his torso a bit, Tyler stayed focused on the woman on top, completely fascinated and in awe of her actions. Kate was a scientist; if she had a hypothesis, she was going to certainly experiment to get answers.

            As if to taunt her, Tyler lifted his other arm under his pillow, lifting his head slightly as he intertwined his fingers. Appearing absolutely relaxed; Tyler gave Kate a look that said, “go ahead.” So that’s what she did.

            Tracing each rib slowly, as if to not miss any micro-reaction, Kate felt his skin twitch beneath her fingertips. Her fingers would start at the sternum, select which rib to follow, and slide her fingers as far back as she could reach, then hop up to the next rib. As this went on, Tyler watched her eyes as they were locked onto his skin, meticulously scanning and looking for answers. His breathing remained even and calm, but goosebumps spread across his body as she trailed the pads of her fingers along his pectoral muscles. Next, her fingers journeyed along his collar bone down to his rotator cuff and back to continue against his throat. This touch made him shiver as her soft touch reached the soft scruff on the underside of his chin to his jaw line, following the bone up to his ears, eliciting a sigh of serenity. Nails dragging along the outline of his ears, her exploration led her down the sides of his neck.

            “Feels good,” he whispered, eyes now closed as he focused on the pleasant sensation clouding his brain. Letting out a soft chuckle as Kate’s fingers slid across the base of his neck, Tyler’s chuckle became a bit more sporadic as her nails slid into his armpits. Now grinning wide, Tyler’s shoulders bounced as the sound of his laugh stayed in his throat, the dam not cracked fully.

            “I knew it,” Kate beamed victoriously, her nails skittering across the soft skin quicker.

            “Never said I wasn’t,” Tyler drawled, doing a good job to not lose his composure. “The rest of them don’t think I am.”

            “Have they never tried?” Kate paused; head tilted like a confused puppy. She had seen the others poking each other and giving each other little cheer-up tickles every other day it seemed, so why wouldn’t they do it with Tyler?

            “I can hide really well,” Tyler shrugged, which Kate knew was a fact. With how little he had reacted during her experiment, it was clear that Tyler was likely only reacting at all because it was Kate that was tickling him. “There’s only one spot I think I’m truly ticklish.”

            “And where is that?” interest piqued; Kate reached down to stroke Tyler’s cheek.

            “Had a friend squeeze my knee back in college. Tickled like hell if I remember right,” he replied, running his fingers through her hair. Letting out a soft laugh when Kate’s eyes lit up, Tyler said, “Go ahead and try.”

            Like a child waking up on Christmas morning, Kate was excited as she scooched back enough that she slipped down his legs and was now seated on his shins. Giving him a reconfirming glance, Kate wrapped her hands around the spot just above his knees and squeezed. Jolting, Tyler let out a bark of a laugh, startling them both. Determined to get as much data as she could, Kate continued to squeeze the area, then place her palms on his kneecaps while using her fingers to gently dig into the skin surrounding the patella.

            “Shit!” Tyler’s laugh was deep and came straight from his belly. Nose scrunched; Tyler’s smile framed his face as he let the laughter consume him. Slipping her fingers behind his knees, Tyler’s laugh became a bit higher pitched and wheezy as he hugged himself.

            “I wonder,” Kate pondered aloud, and while she continued to scribble into the back of his left knee, she reached forward with her right hand and skimmed her fingers over his abdomen.

            “Kate!” Tyler squeaked out before slipping into silent laughter, her stubby nails tracing along his lower belly and around his navel. Intrigued by this discovery, Kate let go of his knee and crawled forward. Once she found an opening, Kate’s fingers wormed their way into his armpits once again and provoked a whole different reaction than the low chuckles he let out earlier.

            “You’re wrangling this tornado, that’s for sure,” Tyler managed to joke between peals of wheezy laughter.

            “Interesting,” Kate stated in a scholarly tone as Tyler cackled, pressing his arms into himself in attempts to still Kate’s fingers. “You’re like a tornado! You need conditions to be met to be ticklish, just like how a tornado can only spawn if the pressure and temperature conditions are correct!

            “I am!” Kate exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious as Tyler laughed a bit harder. “If only it was this easy to wrangle a tornado.”

            “If only,” Tyler panted the moment Kate withdrew her hands and began to run her palms over his torso as if she was smoothing out wrinkles on a shirt.

            “I am definitely going to start tickling you more,” Kate giggled, wiggling a bit like an excited dog. Tyler let out a huff before squeezing her hips, forcing her to let out a squeal.

            “If you tickle me when we’re near a tornado, I will crash into it and we’ll both die,” Tyler teased as he continued to tase her sides.

            “I would never do that,” Kate giggled hysterically, grabbing at his hands to push them away. “Though if you don’t stop being mean, I will definitely tell the crew about your little secret.”

            “Then I’d tell everyone about your little secret,” Tyler warned, both hands kneading into her tummy.

            “Deal,” Kate managed to grab one of Tyler’s hands and shake it as if they had just finished a successful business meeting. As Tyler pulled his hands away, Kate flopped down beside him and resumed her previous position before her experimentation took place, cuddling into his side. Inhaling deeply, Kate became enraptured by Tyler’s natural smell and snuggled closer, resting her head on his chest, an arm draped over his belly. Closing her eyes, Kate did not fight back against the urge to fall asleep, completely comfortable in the arms of her love.

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[𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢: 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳] I want to take some time to catch up on what I have. As soon as requests are open again, I will post that they are open and that my WIP list has been freed up.

This does not indicate the order that they will be done. I write with my flow, so one may flow better than the other one day. But they will all be done as soon as I can get them.

Aaron Taylor-Johnson Requests:

• Ray Marcus x Fem!Reader - Ravishment Anon Prompt Request, CNC, in drafts. • Ray Marcus x Fem!Reader - Backseat Anon Prompt Request, Car sex, in draft. • Tangerine x Fem!Reader - Title Pending Anon Continuation Request, Reader Learns More, In Drafts. • Yandere!Count Vronsky  x Fem!Reader - Title Pending Mutual Request, themes pending, smut, in drafts. • Ford Brody x Fem!Reader - Leather Black & Eyes of Blue Anon Request, Childhood Friend, Angst, Smut, in drafts, started. • Ben Leonard x Fem!Reader - Title Pending Anon Request, Hidden Feelings, Smut, in Drafts, Started. • Tarzan!Kraven x Fem!Reader - Title Pending Requested by @rvmanoffbarnes, in the wilds, smut possible, In drafts.

Jake Gyllenhaal Requests:

• Detective Loki x Fem!Reader - She's the Tear in My Heart Anon Requested, possessive Loki, relationship drama, in drafts.

Cillian Murphy Requests:

• Jackson Rippner x Fem!Reader - The way you Break Requested by @voxmortuus, Dark!Fic, Dead Dove, in drafts, started.

If you have questions about your draft or want to even just chat about it. Feel free to send me a message or an ask.

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[sotwk]

I was wondering who are your fancasts for your headcanon world?

<33

Hiiii Quickie! @quickslvxrr

Am I right in guessing that your question was prompted by my reblog of your reblog of Charlie Hunnam's gif set? XD

Because if so, I will just say that I am very excited to have selected Charlie as my fancast for Théodred of Rohan! (Excited because I hope to start writing chapters of my Eomer x OC fic soon, which actually co-stars dear Théodred.)

I have a growing fancast list for the SotWK AU! I still need to get around to making an official and complete list, but since you seem curious, here is majority of what I have so far.

Apart from Reader Insert stories I write in response to requests, all fics and characters I create are grounded in the SotWK AU, so these characters exist consistently across and crossover between my stories.

SotWK AU Fancast List (a work in progress)

The Royal Family of the Woodland Realm

Elvenking Thranduil - Lee Pace

Elvenqueen Maereth - Jennifer Connelly

Crown Prince Mirion - Henry Cavill

Prince Turhir - Sam Heughan

Prince Arvellas - Rupert Friend 

Prince Gelir - Sam Claflin

Prince Legolas - Orlando Bloom

Crown Princess Itarildë  - Teresa Palmer

(later Crown) Prince Aranion - Bradley James

Princess Anariel- Gabriella Wilde 

Elvenking Oropher - Jason Isaacs

Greenwood Elves

Darthol (Gelir's birth-mate) - Dan Stevens

Olondir (cousin of the Thranduilions) - Jake Gyllenhaal

Rivendell Elves

Elrond - Hugo Weaving

Celebrían - Connie Nielsen 

Nimeithel (oc cousin of Celebrían & mother of Itarildë) - Rebecca Ferguson

Elladan - Richard Madden

Elrohir - Sebastian Stan

Silmarillion / First Age Ancestors

Glorfindel - ???? -still searching!-

Elemírë (oc wife of Glorfindel & sister of Elenwë) - Vanessa Kirby

Maglor/Kanafinwë - Ben Barnes

Velcálë (oc wife of Maglor) - Zendaya Coleman

Círdan the Shipwright - Iain Glen

Eäriel (oc wife of Círdan) - Olivia Hussey

Eärondir (oc son of Círdan & father of Maereth) - Alexander Skarsgard  

Laurinwen (oc mother of Maereth) - Lily Collins

Dwarves / Line of Durin

Durin III, King of Khazad-dûm- Hugh Jackman 

Frerin, son of Thrain - Gerard Butler

Gondorians

Aerdis (oc love interest of Boromir) - Freida Pinto 

Anarlas (brother of Aerdis) - Oscar Isaac

Imrahil, Prince of Dol Amroth - Eric Bana

Ivriniel - Isabella Rossellini

Finduilas - Monica Bellucci

Erchirion - Adam Driver

Lothíriel - Gal Gadot

Rohirrim

Théodred - Charlie Hunnam

Signyr (oc shield-maiden & Éomer's love interest) - Katheryn Winnick

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to be revealed OC - Pedro Pascal

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okayyyy i guess ill just write abt some things that i wanna get out before i forget to??

- LOVE, love love how they made ennis the one who initiated all of the romantic affection between the two. literally insane over it. it feels so in-character, considering ennis has probably been affection starved since his mother died when he was a kid. of course he has alma, but do we really get the sense that ennis was ever very affectionate with her? could he have been, in rural, christian, wyoming, where conervative notions of courtship prevail? did he even want to be, knowing that the only person he shows real attraction towards is a man? who knows. we just know that he was craving love, and lucas did an amazing job at capturing that need.

- the "'lets ranch up together', 'no bc earl and rich'" conversation happens after ennis tells jack that he'd divorced alma...a year and a half earlier. what an interesting change! it seems like both adaptations, movie and play, mess around with that specific sequence of events. i really enjoyed what it brought to this specific show, though, because in the script it's described as a "gut-punch" to jack when ennis tells him he already left alma in response to jack telling ennis that he'd decided to leave lureen. it really hammers home the idea that jack thought it was just their wives getting in the way of their life together all that time. it was framed wayyy different than jack driving up 14 hrs after getting his hopes up thanks to a phonecall or a postcard from ennis abt the divorce, but it still hits the beat it's supposed to, where we as the audience can see that its the first time their relationship shifts—and not for the better.

- "little darlin'."I got to hear "LITTLE DARLIN'" not just once, but TWICE. still not over it.

- the show also brought more...i guess, explicit attention to the fact that ennis really only wants to do ranch work, and how much that affects his family. i know its present in all the texts, but the new conversations he and alma have regarding the various 'city jobs' she tries to rope him into and the dead-end ranch jobs that keep going belly up from underneath him are just really sad. he's someone who craves wide open spaces, and the beauty of film allowed heath to capture this hunched, clenched, uncomfortable look and feel of a man who seems too big for any room he's in. ennis is not happy in domesticity. he's a saddle bum through and through, and out with nature is where he belongs. but since theatre (esp theatre in-the-round) doesn't have the luxury of different set dressing, those conversations and arguments bw ennis and alma capture that same bit of characterization.

- i...dunno how i feel about mike's jack, if i'm honest? lucas was incredible. i think he brought just the right amount of taciturn and tender, rage and remorse to a role that needs all of that in an actor. i think mike's jack was a little...idk. too big, if you get me? like there were certain line deliveries that i felt could've been said differently, or had different emotions behind them than the ones i was picking up on. i know stage is different, so in both cases, the actors went VERY big (heath's quiet, simmering rage is a completely different beast against lucas' loud, screaming outburtsts, for example), but...idk. there was just something about mike's jack that threw me off? I told my friend that I was iffy about his performance, and without prompt she said, "I didn't like how much he laughed at everything" and I think I feel the same. For example, the "I didn't want none of either kind but fuck all has worked the way i wanted, nothing has ever come to my hand the right way" line was said really jolly, without much of a edge to it, and i think thats what's thrown me off-kilter so much. in mike's performance, i didn't feel the bitter edge to a lot of his lines that occur later on in the script that are apparent to me not only in jake gyllenhaal's performance, but in the SS text, itself.

He was technically very good and I love the silly things he'd do to get ennis to open up, but he was a little too jovial, not enough bitchy, not enough moody and sassy like jake's jack. i see a lot of jake's jack in mike's performance bc aside from a few lines about how much jack likes the rodeo, all we can really glean from either characters in the SS text is that ennis is quiet, and that jack talks a lot. im not trying to compare the two performances too much bc they are fundamentally different actors working in different mediums, but heath and jake brought a lot of dimsension into charas who could have turned out waaaay different had different actors played them and gotten in touch w different emotions within the script, so i can see how other actors could look to the film for a lot of inspo on how to go about portraying ennis and jack while trying to do their own things as well. my issue is that jack becomes very heartsick and bitter and just plain fed up with everything about his life by the time their last trip rolls around, but play!jack never let that bitterness start to show, so by the time that jack does his whole "i wish i knew how to quit you" monologue, it felt very abrupt to see him screaming and yelling and hollering at ennis like that.

i dunno, after seeing tons of ppl in the brokeback tag over the past few months saying that mike faist was their favorite jack, i was actually really expecting a lot more? but as it stands, jake gyllenhaal still reigns supreme. he captured every facet of jack twist that makes him so compelling to read and write and think about and analyze, and mike, while he was still very good, didn't do that nearly as well imho.

- the play firmly cemented to me that jack twist is just bottom coded, i guess

- some of the music hit at different scenes than i had initially thought they would?? i thought the play would end on "hale strew river" playing in the bg as *SPOILER* old!ennis holds the ghost/dream/memory version of young!jack in a mirror of the way he'd held jack by the campfire on brokeback in '63. but that was not the case. this is an instance of where my heightened expectations made the reality seem kind of disappointing in comparison. i'm also kind of sad that my other favorite song, "beneath the moon," was only featured as a diegetic recording heard on a clock radio (NOT live), and it was played during a scene between alma and ennis. Like, looking back at the lyrics it makes sense:

Why don't you take me for a stroll into the sunset

Another lonely summer's day is ending soon

Oh, let us walk another mile into the twilight

And let me be alone with you beneath the moon

But i thought that it was going to be played during a scene where another one of jack's frequent proposals of a life together gets rejected. when the soundtrack for the play was released it gave me the same vibes as "i dont want to say goodbye", one of the few original songs on the movie soundtrack, and i was POSITIVE that this was a jack-longing-for-ennis song. like, it's all about sunsets and twilight and the moon and all this outdoor imagery, and as we all know, jack and ennis are literally only together underneath the sunsets and twillight and moon! so im actually really sad it wasn't an ennis/jack moment :c

- the actor who played jack's dad played the role a lot more emotionally than i expected. movie!john is very, again, muted and quietly bitter, just like all these characters are. play!john seemed really...what i can only describe as choked up? like, he was shouting and got really riled up in his "jack used to say" monologue at ennis, and there was some disgust in there and a lot of anger, but what i actually read was more like him telling ennis "you're part of the reason why my son is gone." and then he gets up and walks away from the table, and exits the stage. it was really really heartbreaking. maybe i have a different read on the performance than what was intended, but it opens up a whole new side to john twist that i think would be interesting to explore.

- theres a few little added lines of dialogue on jack's part that are great. when they leave brokeback and are heading away in opposite directions, jack turns back around and goes "ennus-" as though he's going to make his proposal to start a life together then and there, but ennis knowingly cuts him off and says smth like "see you around, jack twist", and shakes his hand goodbye. there was another moment (the divorce admission, the rich and earl confession scene) where jack is talking about their sweet life together, and hes talking about them being in rocking chairs on their porch in front of a nice fire and ughhghf....it called to mind this line in one of my all-time fave fics, Recompense:

Couldn't set out on the porch, just set, quiet and together; there wasn't any porch, wasn't even any house, where they could be seen setting. Start hauling their canes, their bifocals, damn electric blankets, up in back of the pickup? They couldn't have that life. They couldn't have any life at all. The weight of Jack's misery, pressing all around, seemed enough to cave him in.

one i didnt like, though, was when jack and ennis are wrestling, jack gets pinned under ennis and says "sheep be damned!" before ennis kisses him in the first romantic display of affection we see bw the two. also when the sheep get mixed up, ennis has a meltdown and tells jack that aguirre will realize the counts off and put 2 & 2 together that they're fooling around, and he yells smth along the lines of their trist being "sick", and Jack says smth like, "you sure didn't seem to think it was sick this past month."

this is just a me thing honestly bc i'm kind of a SS purist in some instances, and one thing that always stuck with me is that jack and ennis never talk about the sex they're having when they're on brokeback. aside from the "im not no queer" convo, the sex wasn't even alluded to; they just "let it happen," and i think thats veryyy in-line for a character like ennis. i think jack would love to talk about it, but he doesn't wanna spook ennis away, so he keeps his mouth shut. i dont think either of them would speak, even in a roundabout way, abt their sex life when they're 19 on brokeback, and thats why the whole "redlined it all the way couldnt get here fast enough" line is so revelatory imo, bc its the first time either of them acknowledge the conscious choice theyre making to fuck. so idk. i didnt really care for the fact that they were (somewhat) openly referring to their tryst while still on brokeback

- less a note of the show and more a note of the audience, but i saw the show twice and the first night i saw it, the audience laughed at REALLY sad and serious moments that i in no way thought were laugb worthy, and i felt like maybe i was taking the work too srsly until i saw the final performance and THAT audience didnt laugh at any of those really sad moments. so i got rly irritated abt that the first night cause it wasnt even like the lines were delivered in a jokey way or anythibg....

anyways. i need to sleep. look out for some other posts cause im sure ill have more to say the longer i stew on it

[rebrandedbard]

What's scary about RocheCiri? Why do others always tell them no?

Because most of the people you go to aren't just general Witcher blogs. We have our own niches. Those two characters and their dynamic are game-specific. And nobody is scared of the ship; you're just being INCREDIBLY ANNOYING about it and flooding people's inboxes with unsolicited prompts with no indication anywhere on their blogs that they know or care about this pairing.

For example, I am a Witcher Netflix blog. I mostly write and draw and blog about geraskier specific to the Netflix dynamic. Netflix Geralt and Jaskier are my focus. I don't know or care about Roche and Game Ciri. You might as well be going to a Narnia blog and asking if Jake Gyllenhaal is gay.

And spamming the ask box of people on anon with these prompts is no way to get what you want. Make a real connection with people. Make them care about what you care about not by force, but by bringing something to the table, then you might get the results you want.

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Please send rqs/asks from the following for Donnie Darko, Pilot Kelson or Detective Loki! PLEASE specify if you want it to be sfw or nsfw AND whether you or (insert character) are saying the prompt.

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[thirstyforred]

I am very sure you know this already but this is by far still my fav bit even tho you call it "rastodi but bad". Changed my brain chemistry saved my life etc

From children of the worse god:

“Are you often hoping to be mistaken, count de Wett?”

“No,” and after a second, as if after consideration, he added “Reverend.”

“No.” Pastodi echoed and placed the last ring on the tray. “What then prompted you to look here in the first place?”

“Suspicion.”

“What kind of suspicion?”

“Is this my confession, Reverend?”

Pastodi looked up at him, and once again Roderick was hit with how blown wide and just plain crazy his eyes were. Roderick swallowed audibly, but the other man just smiled widely.

“Aren’t you ordained yourself, Roderick? I would imagine you would prefer to choose your penance for yourself.”

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the fic

Vik, Vik, my bestie, my friend, this thing haunts me, because I don't know if I'll ever again write a scene with such homoerotic tension, blatant priest kink, and that's at the same time very uncomfortable

no joke, there's no more of this particular scene because while writing I triggered myself severely

I remember my two big points of inspiration:

first was the basement scene from the Zodiac movie, how quickly the tension escalates. The terror from the line "Not many people have basements in California", punctuated by the simple "I do." Mhua, just delicious. Also, I love sopping wet, scared Jake Gyllenhaal.

This is Roderick - he broke into Pastodi's house looking for clues tying him with murders and found nothing, but Pastodi is still a dangerous, unpredictable person. He's an extorturer and there's a trespasser in his home. There will be consequences.

The second point of inspiration, even tho the scene was abandoned and you can't actually see it, was denailing scene from Higurashi anime.

For sure Pastodi would have a toy like that in his house, something that Rod saw before but didn't know what is it for. And now he needs (wants in fucked up rastodi way) to use it on himself 🥰

[pop-punklouis]

hope and her jake gyllenhaal spam always to the rescue thank you ma'am for your promptness and diligence 😔🙏

i wasn’t going to do it but then @persephoneflouwers wanted to spam mina which i didn’t have enough mina content to do that with so i settled with JG for our teamwork 💋

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Heartbreakingly yours

🌻Husband!Jake x Wife!reader (Angst/Smut)

(Bonus: our good boy Leo Gyllenhaal!)🐕

🍂Prompt: You're heartbroken, your marriage is falling apart and Jake knows it's his fault. He has to do something before it's too late.

🌿Warnings: angst (with a happy ending), broken marriage, fights, mentions of anxiety and insecurity, oral sex (f), unprotected sex, bit of spanking...

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Peace filled your mind and fresh air filled your lungs as soon as you left the city. Leo surely felt that too, as he had his head out of the car window, tongue out, euphoric with the way the wind hit his face. You smiled watching the German Shepherd through the mirror, so unaware he would have the time of his life this weekend. Jake kept his eyes on the road as he drove.

It was a two hours drive to the county side, where Jake rented a house for the weekend. He had been working non-stop since the pandemics.

Working on everything but your relationship.

They say the first year is the hardest. Well, for you it wasn't. You and Jake got married a few months before COVID spread, so you spent the first year of your marriage on a never ending honeymoon. Trapped inside a brand new house the two of you decorated in the coziest way, everything turned into sex. From making bread, laughing together to vaguely looking in each other's direction, it would somehow lead to sex.

It was a calm life. That's what you missed the most: tranquility. Peace. Silence. You didn't expect things to change.

Jake went back to work before people stopped wearing masks, and you saw your honeymoon start to crumble. And you didn't think it was a bad thing, at first... Jake loved his job and you were dying to see his new projects. You were happy that things were going back to normal and married life was about to start.

You were happy, but you weren't ready.

You weren't ready for the sleepless nights waiting for him to come back. Or the nights he wouldn't come back, cause he was on another continent. For the days you'd freak out because he didn't answer your calls or replied to your texts. For the fans thirsting over him on the new promos, hating on you. For his costars who just... looked better than you. For the fact that even when he was home, it wasn't the same anymore, because he was always either too tired or rambling about things that didn't include you anymore.

And he started to grow distant. Or maybe you did. You weren't sure who's fault it was, all you knew is that you forgot what his lips tasted like... or what it felt like to be safe and loved.

You and Jake had been planning this trip before things got too bad. Because both of you missed that nothingness you tasted for a moment.

You expected it to be canceled, but now you were on your way. Anxiety filled your guts just imagining being trapped with him for a whole weekend without being able to talk. Not because you didn't have anything to say, but you just felt like everything about you was so irrelevant and boring now. You didn't remember when was the last time you two sat on a sofa and laughed at the most absurd things you said to each other... the sense of humor you shared and the inside jokes... you were afraid to bring some of that up now and earn a weird look from him. You were afraid he didn't remember what it felt like before.

Very few words were said during the car ride. Still, the air on the country side brought you peace. For now, the grass and the sight of the mountains on the horizon cleared your mind.

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The first thing Jake did after parking in front of the cutest little stone cottage was open the car door for Leo, watching him run like no tomorrow. He was a senior dog now, but he acted like a puppy everytime he saw a big field... running, jumping, barking until he ran out of breath. Then he would come inside, drink water for 5 uninterrupted minutes and pass out by Jake's feet.

You sat in the car for a few moments still, watching the dog with a smile on your face. No matter how hard this weekend would be for you, at least Leo deserved it.

"Wanna come inside?" Jake's voice startled you a bit. You only realized you dissociated for a while when you saw he had already picked up the bags from the trunk and stood beside you with the keys in his hand.

"Sure." You nodded. As soon as you got out of the car, you felt nervous. The car was safe, the two of you were distracted by the road... what about now?

You followed him to the entrance. You were in awe when he opened the door. The house was somehow even cuter inside. First thing you see as you walk in is a colorful living room. You could see plants hanging from all surfaces and a rusty book shelf. An old small tv was placed in front of a terracotta colored sofa, where a few wool blankets were placed, all handmade, decorated with different patterns. A few more steps would lead you to a small kitchen with wooden cabinets painted white, filled with baby blue accessories, including a baby blue fridge, that could only be described as vintage. The dining room separated the kitchen from the living room, containing a table for six, an old record player and a bunch of candles.

"It's very pretty." You commented, looking around.

"I know." He smiled, relieved that you liked it. "There are two bedrooms upstairs. And two bathrooms too. One has a bathtub and all."

"That's lovely." You stood there awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do. "Do you need help taking the bags upstairs?"

"Hm... yeah, that would be nice, we should do that." He handed you the smallest bag. He didn't really need help. But what was he going to say? The truth is that he was just as lost as you.

You followed him into a cozy bedroom upstairs. The biggest one. It didn't have much inside. A small wardrobe and a queen sized bed covered in white sheets, decorated with lace. On each side of the bed, a small table with a lamp.

The light coming through the window made the place look ethereal, no matter how simple it was. You wondered what would be like to wake up on that place beside someone you love. The room would look pretty boring through the eyes of someone who didn't know what being in love felt like, but you knew it. You knew it because he was looking at you, and something in that room made the eyes you knew so well never seem bluer. Fear invaded your heart as you wondered if Jake felt that too. For months you worried about how you looked through his eyes, but never more than now. He knew what being in love felt like, you were sure of that. But did that light remind him of it? Did he love you still?

"Are you tired?" He asked.

"A little." You admitted. "I... I need to stretch my legs a bit, it was a long drive."

"Yeah." He agreed. "It's a bit further than I remembered."

Remembered? You were caught by surprise.

"Have you been here before?" You asked, trying to hide how your guts told you there was something wrong.

"Yeah." He furrowed his eyebrows. "I came to have a look before bringing you here."

You stood in silence for a while. He never mentioned it. You would remember it.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" He spoke when he realized you wouldn't.

"Nothing." You lied terribly. "You just didn't mention it."

"I thought I did." He shrugged.

You tried as hard as you could to hold it in you, but the question slipped out.

"Were you alone?"

"What are you suggesting?" He looked at you absolutely incredulous.

"Answering a question with another question is trying to escape it." You would never talk back to him like that if you weren't beyond pissed. You were exhausted.

You were ready for your marriage to die of natural causes. You were ready to hear that he didn't find you attractive anymore. That he got tired of you. That he didn't really enjoy being married. Anything. Anything but being fucking cheated on.

"No. I wasn't alone, in fact." He shook his head and let out a chuckle. "The real estate agent showed me around."

"Is it funny?" Your voice cracked a little and that made you even more angry. You. weren't. going. to. cry.

"Yeah, it's a bit funny, actually." He replied, now as angry as you. "I'm being accused of cheating because I tried to do something for you."

"For me?" You raised your voice. "To keep me entertained once a year so I will keep being your stupid little obedient wife? Oh sorry, I forgot to kneel at your feet and thank you for all these wonderful crumbs of attention I've been getting!"

His eyes were wide and his mouth shut. He had no idea what to say. He simply didn't know how he felt. There was anger. Anger because of your tone. There was guilt. Guilt because of your words. But what dominated him was the deepest sadness he had ever felt. He obviously knew your marriage was falling apart. But he was a coward and all he was doing to try and save it was act like nothing happened and bring you to this stupid trip.

And there were no word to describe what he felt when you walked out of that room and he wasn't brave enough to follow you.

His body felt heavy. He sat on the bed, head in hands, wondering if that was it. Wondering how could he fail so hard at the one thing that was more important to him.

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Took him 40 agonizing minutes to get out of that room. But at some point, he realized that he just couldn't do that anymore. He wanted you back. He needed you back. Your laugh, your passion, your strength, your touch. He couldn't keep hoping everything would go back to how it was. He had to earn it. And it if was too late... he had to let you go. Seeing you suffer like that was destroying him.

He walked downstairs and saw you in the living room, sitting on the rug, back against the sofa. Leo was peaceful asleep with his head on your lap. Jake approached slowly, trying not to startle any of you. You felt his presence, but didn't do anything about it. Didn't look in his direction or wiped the tears from your face. He deserved to see them.

"Y/N..." He sighed, sitting beside you on the floor.

"I'm fine, doesn't matter." You said bitterly.

He knew he would have to choose his words carefully. You weren't open for him. He needed to pave his way in.

"He always does that." He said, pointing at Leo. "He can't stand to see you cry... he'll rush to you, protect you. Even with all this space to play he..."

"I know." You interrupted him.

"I should learn from him, shouldn't I?" He admitted sadly.

"But you have all this space to play." You shrugged. "Paris. Milan. LA. All on the same week."

"Y/N, I know I've been the worst. I know I've been making a thousand mistakes..." He closed his eyes, feeling guilt consume him. "But I swear I never even looked at another woman."

"It's a matter of time." Was all you could say. "All those gorgeous costars. Models everywhere. All dying for just one night... and that would be perfect, wouldn't it? A body a thousand times better than mine and no feelings attached. You can just leave them like you did to me, except that no one will whine about it. You won't have to waste your precious time doing something like this to keep them quiet."

"Don't say that..." Those were probably the worst words ever directed to him. "I don't want that. I don't want any of that. I want all the feelings I only ever felt with you. I want to come home to you."

"But you just don't." You shrugged. "You left one day and never came back to me. I am still here, waiting for you. But you never come back..."

"No, Y/N... I never left, I promise you..." He rested his hand on top of yours and it felt like the first time in weeks you had any kind of physical contact. "The man I truly am could never leave your side. But he's just... lost inside me somewhere. I... I buried him too deep while I was trying to be the actor, the professional, the face people wanted to see and I... I just couldn't find him anymore."

"I hope it was worth it." You gave him the saddest smile.

No, those were the worst words ever directed to him.

You gently moved Leo's head so you could stand up. The poor dog was too exhausted from running, so he just adjusted himself on the rug and went back to sleep. You turned your back to Jake.

Only this time he wasn't going to let you leave.

You felt strong hands gripping your arms from behind and let out a gasp as he pushed your body against his.

"No, it wasn't fucking worth it." He grunted. His hands were shaking. "And I've learnt my fucking lesson. I'm going to dig as deep as I have to, but I'll bring him back to you, if you'll have him."

"Let me go." You tried to free yourself from his grip, but you couldn't. Maybe you didn't try that hard. Maybe you were just testing if he would put up a fight.

"I'm not letting you go. Ever." He didn't mean physically. The look in his eyes as his face was now dangerously close to yours indicated that.

"How can I trust you?" You begged internally for him not to kiss you, because if he did, you would believe every word he said.

"Because I've already started digging." He told you. "This house... when I decided to bring you here... I needed to be alone with you. Away from everything. Somewhere people don't expect anything from me."

"Right. Very nice, we spend a nice holiday fucking like rabbits once every six months..." You said sarcastically. "Then we go back to our life in New York, where it all goes to shit again. Then we come back here and it's wonderful... a never ending cycle. Seems like hell to me."

"No, baby..." His voice grew more desperate. "It's never gonna be like that again. Never. Nothing changes when we go to New York. This place is just... somewhere to run away to when it gets overwhelming."

"Jake." You kept your head high and spoke firmly. "I need you to be husband when things are hard and overwhelming, not only when everything is peaceful and quiet. I am not going to escape. I have to face a lot of shit every single day and every single day I choose to be by your side. You better do the same for me."

It was like slapping him on the face. But it made him love you more than ever. You were so brave.

"I just feel so undeserving of you all the damn time." He admitted, bringing one hand to your cheek. "Exactly because you have to face a lot of shit and it's my fault. I thought... I thought I was protecting you by pushing you away, then... then I thought I could protect you by taking you somewhere far away from all that but... but you're right. I fucked up terribly. I'm protecting you from everything but me, and I ended up hurting you the most."

"Jake..." Your heart was heavy. Maybe you were a bit hard on him... he was confused and filled with good intentions. But how could you solve anything without being rough when he built a brick wall between you?

"I will never be able to tell you how fucking sorry I am. How fucking stupid I feel." He admitted, tears filling his eyes. "I will understand if I'm not the man you need. Fuck, I know I'm not the man you deserve, but..."

"Jacob." You cut him, and he was ready for you to hurt him. "Kiss me."

He cursed under his breath. He was so divided... he didn't feel like he deserved to ever feel your lips again. But God, how he wanted to.

The moment his lips were on yours, you were filled with hope. It still felt the same. It still felt like home. And if you could bring home to this place miles away, you could take the peace that flooded the little cottage all the way back home.

But hope wasn't the only thing the kiss ignited in you. As it got deeper, Jake's hands wrapped around your body and squeezed you like you were going to disappear. Like this was all a dream and he would go mad if he woke up. The way his body felt against yours brought memories from those happy times, when the two of you were never not in contact. And you needed it back, even if only for a few hours.

Jake felt the exact same way, but he was scared to make a move and ruin everything. So he waited for you to give him a sign. And when you bit his bottom lip, letting out a moan as your hand gripped on his hair... he understood that as a sign.

The two of you were physically incapable of letting go of each other as you walked upstairs. You were desperated, yes, but this wasn't a matter for a quickie on the sofa or against a wall. Jake felt the absolute need to worship you and nothing less. Take his sweet time, even if he never got to cum that night.

He laid you on the bed and you looked at him a little less sure now. He knew that look. You were feeling insecure. A lot had changed since your honeymoon phase and that included your body. But not only that, you were distant for so long, what if something went wrong? What if the sex was terrible and you realize you lost the connection... would that be the end?

"Jake, maybe I..." You tried to find a good excuse to stop it.

"We don't have to, if you're not comfortable." He assured you. "I'll understand it."

"But..." The thought of not having him on that moment seemed more terrifying. You craved him badly, body and soul. "But I want you so bad..."

"I want you too." He felt his heart flutter and got really emotional again. "So badly. But I can stop at any moment if you need me to, okay?"

You nodded. You seemed a little more confident now, but he decided to take things very slow anyway, to make sure everything would be perfect. He knew your body better than his own and he would trust your little signs.

His kisses on your neck had you pressing your thighs together, and that was his sign to start undressing you.

He took his time. Every time a piece of clothing was discharged, he would run his fingers and spread kisses all over the newly exposed skin. He was going to apologize to every single inch of you.

"What did you say earlier about a body a thousand times better than yours? Like that's even possible..." He smirked. You hadn't changed your mind, but the look on his face made it very clear that he didn't agree with you. The look on his face made it very clear that you were a goddess in his eyes. That he was as in love with you now as he was when he saw you walk down the aisle.

He stopped just to look at you for a moment. He couldn't believe he was that lucky and he almost lost you.

"Hmm... Jake?" You moaned impatiently.

"Shhh... gonna take care of you, my sweet angel." His eyes shined from the tears he wasn't allowing to fall. "Gonna be the husband you deserve from now on, okay? Promise you..."

His hands ran down the sides of your body as he worshiped your breasts with his mouth, whispering "I promise you" over and over again.

He spread open mouth kisses all the way down your belly as he removed your panties.

"You're a fucking goddess, look at you..." The way he was adoring you didn't give your insecurities any time to speak.

He grabbed your thighs like his life depended on it. When he got his mouth on you, you remember just how much that man loved eating pussy. And by how eager he seemed, he probably remembered it at that moment as well. By the obscene noises he made. How long had it been? How long since you last felt his tongue enter you and explore your walls until your hips bucked messily against his face? How long since he last sucked your clit until your eyes rolled back like now... how long since you came that embarrassingly quick?

"Jake... please..." You tried to sit down and push his head away, painfully sensitive, but he wasn't moving.

He wasn't moving at all. He wasn't stimulating you anymore, he just kept his face pressed against your pussy as he hugged your thighs. God, he never wanted to leave that place.

"Jake, come here, baby, come here..." You called. His red eyes met your gaze. He was a mess. Tears mixed with your wetness on his face.

He was heartbreakingly yours at that moment.

He was more yours now than the moment you placed that golden ring on his finger... one he was so proud of, he didn't even want to play single characters in movies anymore, just so he didn't have to take it off.

You had to insist very much before he was brave enough to lose contact with you, even if it only lasted a few seconds until he was laying on top of you.

Your hands went to his face, half caressing him, half cleaning that mess. His eyes were so soft it hurt.

"Can I kiss you?" He murmured, barely able to make a sound.

"Right now and everyday, for the rest of our lives. Forever." You smiled at him.

He didn't waste a second, for he had already wasted too much time. His lips met yours and it was like the kiss could tell you how he felt better than his words could. He was so angry with himself. His hungry kiss, the way he desperately ate you out before, everything, every touch asked for your forgiveness, begged for all the things he craved, even though he felt deeply undeserving.

You hated it. That man, whose lips tasted like you, wasn't the man who abandoned you. That man was dead. Died of a heartbreak, right there on that bed. Now you needed your Jake back. And on that very same bed, you'd find him.

"Jake..." You moaned against his lips. "Need you to make sweet love to me, baby..."

He was obviously already rock hard from eating you out earlier, but hearing you say that absolutely broke him.

You watched him undress fully, he needed as much skin contact with you as possible, and you surely wouldn't complain about it. Jake's body has always been mindblowing, but his latest roles had demanded him to work out a lot... your eyes widened as you saw his defined abdomen. You kinda regretted having asked for sweet sex for a minute after seeing his physique, you felt like you needed him to ruin you. Nasty and loud. But the sweet look in his eyes showed you that was far from what he needed now, and you decided to wait. After all... there would be plenty of opportunities to have him however you wanted if he keeps his promise. And when you saw him remove his underwear, thick cock hitting his abdomen... his hands were very big, but didn't make his cock seem any less intimidating as he stroked himself. On that moment you were grateful for taking things slow.

He pushed the tip inside you, eyes on yours the entire time, to make sure you were okay. He saw you furrow your eyebrows and slowed down... then you let out a moan of pain, and he stopped.

"Baby?" His hand went to your cheek, caressing it lovingly.

"It's just been a while." You explained, but quickly added more words before he could get sad for not satisfying you for so long. "But I can take it... remember?"

"I remember." He chuckled. "I thought about it everytime I was away... all the things we did... hold on, baby, I'm almost all the way in..."

You nodded and took a deep breath.

He hit a spot so deep that got you arching your back before he even started moving.

"The things we did..." You smiled at him. "The things we're still going to do..."

"Yeah?" He smirked, giving you one experimental thrust, checking if you were adjusting to his size. "Tell me about them. What do you want me to do to you, honey?"

"Hmm..." You thought about it for a second. You didn't want to tell him what you were thinking minutes ago...

"Come on, pretty girl, don't get all shy now." He chuckled, keeping his hips moving very very slowly. "Tell me what's on your mind. I'll do whatever you want."

"Well... maybe... maybe some other time I... would like it rough." You admitted. It was ridiculous to be so shy at that point, when he was burried deep inside you. But you were coming from months of avoiding saying the wrong thing.

"Rough?" He repeated, his mouth going towards your neck, giving you small kisses, giving you shivers as he spoke close to your ear. "Too vague, baby, you can do better than that."

Oh? When did he go from begging for forgiveness to teasing? He was getting bold. Bold like your Jake was.

His dirty talk made you wetter and prepared for him to speed up his thrusts a bit.

"Fuck..." You wrapped your legs around him, keeping him close. "Want you to fuck me stupid from behind... don't wanna be able to walk... want..."

You got interrupted by a loud slap on your thigh. It didn't exactly hurt, but you weren't expecting it... you looked at him wide-eyed.

"Sorry, fuck..." He shut his eyes, hands gripping on the sheets on both side of your head until his knuckles went white. "You're driving me crazy, I don't want to lose control."

"Why?" You moaned as he started going a bit faster.

"Cause you asked me to make sweet love to you." He smiled. Something about his dimples when he smiled... "And I really really want to."

"Well, I..." You tried to argue, but he wasn't having it.

"Don't worry, sweetheart." He burried his face on the crook of your neck again, proceeding to go deeper inside you as he did. "We have all the time in the world. Hope you got enough sleep these last months... cause you won't get any tonight. Fuck, maybe not even tomorrow..."

"Jake..." You moaned. "It's still sweet love if you go a little faster..."

"Eager little brat." He shook his head. "Want another slap?"

"Yes..." You smirked.

"Yes?" He raised his eyebrows.

"You said whatever I want." You gave him a pleading look.

He meant it, he would do anything for you. Specially if it didn't envolve leaving that bed. So he gave your thigh another slap. You gasped, but looked at him with pure lust in your eyes.

And that did it for him. He had to go faster now. When he finally did, he got lost in pleasure, lost in you. Fuck, it had been a while and you felt so fucking good. The room was filled by moans and grunts and skin slapping. The pace was wild, but the looks you exchanged... the way his hands squeezed yours... that was sweet, sweet love making.

"Jake! Fuck..." You shut your eyes hard, feeling you were getting close again. "I'm gonna..."

"Y/N, look at me." He rested his forehead on yours, never stopping.

You tried your best to hold it. You opened your eyes and looked at him quite desperate. You thought it was one of those 'look at me while you cum' moments, but...

"I love you." He said. "I fucking love you... always have..."

"Jake..."

"Loved you every single day since I first saw you." His movements indicated he was close too. "Will love you til the day I die..."

"I... I love you too, Jakey, love you so much..." You replied, tears in your eyes both from hearing those words you hadn't heard in so long, and from trying to hold the orgasm that was dangerously close to burst.

"Fuck, baby, cum for me, I know you need it..." He smiled, heart melting at your words, he was dying to give you the best orgasm of your life, he didn't even care about his own, and God, he was close. "Let go for me, want you to cum so good, baby..."

The thing is that you would also do anything for him. You came. Hard. Loudly. Screaming his name. The freedom, the relief you felt... it was your second orgasm of the night, but it felt different with him inside you. It felt different because you barely came down from your high and you felt his cock throbbing painfully, until he spilled himself inside of you. So much you felt like it would leak out of you for days. And you weren't even sure if he enjoyed it fully, because he was so busy admiring you.

He pulled out way to soon for your liking. But he just didn't want to waste time... he needed to kiss all over your body.

"Hey!" You chuckled, feeling too overstimulated for that. "I know we're not sleeping tonight, but I could use a break..."

"Fine." He sighed, laying down beside you. "Listen, I'm really sorry, I..."

"It's fine. Let's move on, okay?" You got closer, resting your head on his strong chest. "I forgive you."

"Thank you... you're wonderful, did you know that?" He wrapped his arms around you.

"You're wonderful too." You assured him, running your fingers through his abdomen. "Taking your time to fix things. Admitting your mistakes. Bringing me here. Mindblowing sex. The dinner you're about to cook..."

"Oh, am I?" He left out a laugh.

"Whatever I want." You shrugged. "50 years from now I'll still be using your words against you."

The idea of you being an old couple teasing each other brought him the warmest feeling ever. He promised himself he would work hard for it.

"God, I hope you are." He kissed the top of your head. "I hope you are."

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[sp3aking-now]

We Hear Swift's Lyric Changes All Too Well

Prompt: How do the added verses in the 10-minute version of "All Too Well" reshape our understanding of the relationship's power dynamics? What aspects of the relationship become clearer with time and distance?

When Taylor released her 10-minute version of "All Too Well" on Red (Taylor's Version), fans were shocked to hear the lyrical additions. For the most part, the outcome was an ongoing hate campaign on Jake Gyllenhaal--and for good reason. This was exacerbated when Swift released a short film to accompany the song, giving life to the already-painful lyrics. In this post, we will examine which aspects of the song Taylor added and what they reveal about the relationship dynamic between he-who-shall-not-be-named and herself.

"He's gonna say it's love, / you never called it what it was / 'Til we were dead and gone and buried / Check the pulse and come back swearin' / it's the same / After three months in the grave"

This lyric implies that Jake never said "I love you" and was not open with his feelings until it was too late. It further implies that Jake ignored the relationship, allowing it to "die off" before it was officially over.

"They say all's well that ends well, but I'm in a new hell / Every time you double-cross my mind / You said if we had been closer in age, maybe it would've been fine / And that made me want to die"

From this segment, we see two themes: manipulation and an age gap. We know that Swift and Gyllenhaal dated when they were 20 and 29 respectively, which undoubtedly impacted their relationship power dynamic.

"But then he watched me watch the front door all night, willin' you to come / And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turning twenty-one""

These lines are a callback to the themes in "The Moment I Knew," which details how Taylor knew her relationship was over when her partner broke his promise to come to her birthday party. It is likely that Swift felt abandoned many times during the relationship.

"And I was never good at tellin' jokes, but the punch line goes / "I'll get older, but your lovers stay my age" / From when your Brooklyn broke my skin and bones / I'm a soldier who's returning half her weight / And did the twin flame bruise paint you blue? / Just between us, did the love affair maim you too?"

This section emphasizes the profound damage that Taylor experienced as a result of the relationship. On the other hand, she is left questioning if Jake was even hurt by their fraught relationship and ultimate demise. In terms of the dynamic, this would imply that he held more power.

[themovieblogonline]

Road House Reboot: Streaming Woes and Industry Shifts

"Road House," directed by Doug Liman and starring Jake Gyllenhaal, is a modern reimagining of the 1989 cult classic. Released on Amazon Prime Video, this film has sparked significant conversations not just about its content but also about the evolving nature of film distribution and compensation in the streaming era. The Streaming Conundrum Initially the movie was targeting a theatrical release. Ultimately, "Road House" is available on Amazon Prime Video after MGM was acquired by Amazon. This shift was a surprise to many, including Liman and Gyllenhaal, who expected a traditional box office release. As a result, they were compensated based on theatrical expectations, not the vast reach of streaming. Liman expressed his frustration, highlighting that despite 50 million viewers streaming the film, neither he, Gyllenhaal, nor producer Joel Silver received additional compensation reflective of the film's massive success on the platform. A Changing Industry Liman's case with "Road House" isn't unique. As the industry shifts towards streaming, many creators find themselves navigating new waters regarding compensation and rights. The traditional model, where filmmakers and stars earn based on box office performance, is being upended. Liman's experience underscores the growing pains of this transition, as he contrasts it with his more transparent experience working on "The Instigators" for Apple, where compensation for streaming was clear from the outset. Jake Gyllenhaal's Perspective Gyllenhaal, while supportive of Liman's advocacy for fair compensation, expressed a broader view on the evolving landscape of film consumption. He acknowledged that while the preference might be for a theatrical release, the ultimate goal is to reach the largest audience possible. For "Road House," this meant leveraging Amazon's global streaming platform, which eventually brought the film to 80 million viewers worldwide. Gyllenhaal's pragmatic approach highlights a key tension in the industry: balancing the art of filmmaking with the realities of distribution in a digital age. The Future of "Road House" Despite the controversies, "Road House" has been a significant success for Amazon, prompting the announcement of a sequel. Gyllenhaal is set to return, although Liman's involvement remains uncertain. This sequel's development hints at the new metrics of success in the streaming era, where viewership numbers can rival, if not surpass, traditional box office hits. Looking Ahead The "Road House" situation exemplifies a critical moment in the entertainment industry. As streaming becomes more dominant, the rules of engagement for creators are being rewritten. This shift calls for updated contracts and compensation models that reflect the new realities of viewership and revenue generation. For fans, it means more accessibility to content but also a need to support fair compensation practices for creators. "Road House" serves as a fascinating case study in the evolving dynamics of Hollywood. It raises essential questions about fairness and compensation in the age of streaming, issues that will only become more critical as the industry continues to adapt. As we await the sequel, the conversation sparked by "Road House" will likely influence how future deals are structured in this brave new world of entertainment. (Source: Variety) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WdwkyU0PcQI Read the full article

[dykeseinfeld]

y'all guess who found the beginning of her draft for this and even more shockingly it is kind of good

This was possibly the longest awkward silence ever. When April had arranged for him to share the car ride from Buffalo with someone, Adam had thought that implied someone with any personality. Yeah, maybe they were in an off-again portion of their relationship right now, but he thought she would still have the decency to not make an eight-hour road trip more tortuous than it already was. But in the hour they've driven so far, Jack Zimmermann and his one-syllable responses (seriously, was this some sort of vow of silence?) had barely given any signs of life, let alone good company. 

Adam popped open the Tupperware on his lap and grabbed another hard-boiled egg. Jack, of course, didn't move his hands from their death grip on 10 and 2. The radio wasn't even on, because it was too distracting. Maybe Jack was a robot. It would certainly explain the model-good looks, and that he has not once taken his eyes off the road.

Jack sniffed and glanced over at Adam as he chewed. Okay, so he responds to stimulus. 

"So-" Adam's voice sounded obscenely loud after the long silence, and Jack actually jumped a bit in his seat. He took that as a sign of encouragement and continued, "Why don't you tell me the story of your life." 

Someone behind them honked their horn and Jack clenched his jaw. "The story of my life?"

A sentence! "Well, we've got another," Adam checked his watch, "seven hours to kill before we get to Providence."

Jack huffed to himself and changed lanes. “The story of my life isn't going to get us to the next exit. I mean, I haven't done anything yet. That's why I'm moving."

"So you can do...something."

"Yes." Adam waited a few seconds, but Jack stayed quiet as he signaled to change lanes. 

"...Like what?" he prompted.

Jack glanced at Adam quizzically again. "Like, I'm moving to Providence to play in the AHL, and hopefully in a few years get moved up to Boston."

"AHL, that's hockey, right? Jesus, I'd love to get paid to play a game for the rest of my life." Adam picked up the gallon of milk at his feet and took another swig.

Jack's robot stare began to approximate a frown. "That's one way to look at it."

"What are you going to do if it doesn't work out?" Adam popped another hard boiled egg in his mouth, and continued talking as he chewed, "Like you go to Providence, and you train as hard as you can, but after a few years you're still not good enough to get to the NHL and then you blow out your knee in some career-ending injury at the ripe old age of 27 and have to languish for the rest of your life in obscurity as your failing body continues to decline."

For what felt like a whole minute, the only sound in the car was Adam's chewing. He wondered if he'd gone too far, when Jack finally spoke up. "April mentioned you could be kind of a dick."

Adam licked a piece of egg off his bottom lip and chewed through a smile. "Yeah, but that's why she loves me."

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"He's just scared. That's why he never went to start the ranch with Jack." A piece of rice shot out of Adam's mouth and onto the table. Jack looked at it in disgust for a second, before politely ignoring it.

"I don't think Ennis wanted to run away with him."

"Of course he wanted it. Wouldn't you rather be with Jake Gyllenhaal than some random chick from Wyoming?"

"I'm saying I wouldn't be so quick to run out on my job and my kids just to struggle working on a ranch with some guy when there's no future. It probably seems boring to you, but some people value stability in their lives." Jack said, taking a bite of his salad (no croutons, dressing on the side, with grilled chicken instead of fried). Adam took another huge bite of his burrito in protest.

"You're telling me you'd rather live in buttfuck Wyoming all by yourself-"

"-near my children-"

"-than run away with the love of your life who just so happens to look like Jake Gyllenhaal because there's no money in it."

"I'm practical."

"Okay. I get it."

"What?"

"You've never had really great sex."

"How would you know?"

"You're straight. Sex is always better when it's forbidden."

"You don't know what I've done."

"Wait, seriously?" Adam leaned in, and Jack pursed his lips like the modelesque asshole he was.

"...My point still stands."

Adam exhaled and leaned back, bored again. "Okay, then." There was another pause as Jack went back to his salad, which he was somehow eating without spilling one crumb.

The other man noticed Adam looking at him, swallowed, and actually patted his mouth with a napkin who the fuck does that outside of the movies- "Do you need to say something?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but you're really hot."

Jack coughed. "I'm sorry?"

"No really, April forgot to mention that you were, like, chiseled from marble."

"Aren't you dating April?"

"Eh," Adam waved him off. Explaining his and April's thing always got complicated, and he didn't owe Jack shit. Ha, Jack shit. He filed it away for future punning. "I'm just saying, objectively. You have a massive ass."

"Are you hitting on me?"

Adam snorted. His days of hitting on straight guys were long over. "I'm just saying, I don't think I've ever been just friends with someone who was so ridiculously attractive."

"You think we're friends?"

anyway bc my brain is broken: when harry met sally jackholtz au

[soapday10]

Intense Natural Disaster Movies

Earth has experienced more natural disasters than normal in the past few years. It's sad to see that these terrible natural disasters don't only exist on the big screen, but also in our everyday lives. Tsunamis, volcanoes and earthquakes are all too real. Forest fires, flooding, and global warming also exist. This is more frightening than any horror film with zombies, aliens, ghosts or vampires.

These terrible world wide catastrophes have prompted me to explore the cinematic worlds of natural disaster films. With their great movie effects, the newer movies that use computer-assisted technology will have you on edge of your seat. You will be moving from left to right, ducking and swerving like the cast.

Don't forget older disaster films where acting quality was more important than limited special effects. The full effect of the natural disaster films in both sight and sound is worth seeing in a movie theater. I don't think so. A romance movie soap2day.

These are my top natural disaster films from the beginning of cinema until now.

The Last Days Of Pompeii – 1935

The movie is great, as it takes us into the lives of Pompeii's citizens in 79AD only to have their personal lives disrupted by the eruption of Mount Vesuvius. The real disaster happens near the end, not at Dante's Peak.

Starring: Preston Foster (Alan Hale), David Holt, John Wood, and Basil Rathbone.

San Francisco - 1936

The devastating earthquake that struck San Francisco on April 18th, 1906 occurred at 5:13am. This is a great movie but, of all the disaster movies of this era, this one seems a bit too patriotic. This movie is indeed a musical.

Clark Gable stars, Spencer Tracy is also in the movie, Jeanette McDonald and Jack Holt. ).

The Devil At Four O'clock 1961

This classic film features three convicts who end up on the secluded island Talua. It is located about 500 miles away from Tahiti. Two priests run a leper children's hospital on the island. The island's fierce volcano suddenly erupts, and the three convicts are able to rescue the children and staff of the hospital. This is a very exciting movie.

Starring: Frank Sinatra, Spencer Tracy, Kerwin Mathews, Barbara Luna, Bernie Hamilton, Gregoire Aslan.

Twister 1996

This great movie about a natural disaster is full of action, but also has a bit of humor. The story is about a group of storm chasers trying to develop a tool to gather data on tornadoes to better predict their arrival. The magic effects in the movie are amazing.

Starring: Bill Paxton, Helen Hunt, Todd Field, Jami Gertz.

Dante's Peak 1997

The story of Mount St. Helen's, where Dante's Peak town is located on the mountainside just below the dormant Volcano in Washington State. A volcanologist and town's Mayor try to convince the residents of Dante's Peak that there is trouble brewing as this mountain begins to show signs. They are not believed until the volcano erupts, and then it's too late. Then the action-packed escape.

Starring: Linda Hamilton. Pierce Brosnan. Charles Hallahan. Grant Heslov.

The Day After Tomorrow 2004

Global warming has a devastating effect on the earth with extreme weather conditions like a tornado and a tsunami. All these storms occurred in conjunction with global cooling, which caused everything to instantly freeze. The next Ice Age. This is an excellent movie with fantastic special effects.

Starring: Jake Gyllenhaal Dennis Quaid Ian Holm Em Rossum.

2012 - 2009

This movie is the best in terms of special effects. In 2012, the Maya ideology will be used to create global cataclysmic event. There is a lot of destruction, such as earthquakes and unusual volcano eruptions. This is my favorite of all natural disaster films and worth seeing in a movie theater.

[ellevogue]

A Timeline Of Marie Salvatore’s Dating History (And How Likely They Are)

This girl’s got form

BY FERN ROSS 14/01/2019

Speculation is always rife that Marie Salvatore is dating... Well, someone, from Jude Law to Jake Gyllenhaal to her former fiancé Shia LaBeouf. It’s safe to say that she doesn’t really have a type, unless you include extremely good looking older men (for the most part) as a type. So, let’s look back at Salvatore’s dating history...

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Shia Labeouf

This pair were first spotted locking lips on the set of Criminal Minds (which Areum co-starred in with speculated ex-boyfriend Matthew Gray Gubler, awks!) when Labeouf was 29 and Song was just 18. Fast forward five very tumultuous years and Song was seen sporting a brand new shiny diamond ring, prompting mass speculation of an engagement. According to sources, the relationship had been crumbling following rumours of Labeouf’s affairs with, well everyone. Claims that Labeouf had slept with co-star Megan Fox aswell as being romantically involved with Song’s gal pal Kirsten Dunst catalysed this famous couples breakdown, with Song describing the last year of their relationship as “pure hell”.

In 2010, Labeouf’s violence issues started flaring up and the pair were involved in multiple domestic disputes, including the infamous on camera elevator video of Labeouf appearing to throw Song into a wall, landing her in hospital with a broken rib and fractured skull. Labeouf was arrested the same night and charged with felony domestic assault, which he plead down to a misdeamoner. Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Song to call time on their relationship - it wasn’t until Labeouf was involved in yet another physical altercation with Song’s brother that Song filed a restraining order against her former fiancé. This ended their four-year relationship.

Likelihood: confirmed

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Matthew Gray Gubler

Song and Gubler played love interests in their respective characters of Marie and Spencer on the hit crime series ‘Criminal Minds’ (2004-2020). Although there isn’t much solid proof that these two were an item, fans have long since speculated that their chemistry on-screen translated to off the screen aswell. Speculation was fuelled after Gubler revealed that their legendary confession scene - “I cannot breathe when you are not near, my heart calls your name, Spencer” - was in fact improvised by Song. More importantly, the first take had to be scrapped after Song called Gubler by Matthew instead of Spencer.

Gubler went on to star in all fifteen season of the show, and Song made the decision to part ways with her character at the end of the tenth season. Song penned the cast, crew, and fans a doting Instagram post, later stating that it was “simply time to move on”. Both Song and Gubler and notoriously private celebs so it’s not known if they have remained friends.

In 2017, three years after Song left the show, Gubler posted a picture of Song at the Academy Awards after she was awarded her first Best Actress award and simply wrote, “Very proud.”

Likelihood: maybe

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Tobey Maguire

Before there was Andrew and Emma, and Tom and Zendaya, there was Tobey and Areum. These two met on the set of Spiderman in 2002, and began dating while filming the blockbuster. Their romance caused a lot of tension on the set, especially with James Franco who admitted to Maguire having a crush on Song. Director Sam Raimi described some parts of the filming process as “the most uncomfortable I’ve been on set” particularly in scenes containing all three actors, and recalls having to physically separate Maguire and Franco after an intense scene. According to sources, Song made very clear her feelings for Maguire, despite his apparent jealousy issues.

Maguire and Song dated on and off for six years from 2002 to 2008. Song announced in late 2008 that the Spiderman duo had decided to split for good, devastating their fans. Maguire has since stated that the breakup was “the most emotionally painful thing” he had ever been through, and recalled feeling as though he would never be able to date again following the split. The breakup was not the end for the pair however, as at the 2009 Golden Globes, Maguire was filmed by paparazzi engaging in a serious physical altercation with Song’s then partner Shia Labeouf. The reason for the fight is not officially known but sources nearby stated that Labeouf had been repeatedly antagonising Maguire throughout the night.

‘Tareum’ appeared to be over for good until 2015, in which the pair were photographed embracing one another at the premiere for Song’s newest film. Labeouf and Song split shortly after, and fans were hopeful that this Spiderman couple would finally be reuniting. Song would later go on to state that she would “always love Tobey” but claimed they are just friends.

Likelihood: official

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Jackson Rathbone

The ‘Twilight’ actor reportedly first met the ‘Charlie’s Angels’ leading lady at Taylor Swift’s 2010 birthday bash. The pair were friends for years before they allegedly began dating in early 2013, after sources claimed that Rathbone had supported Song through her messy break-up with Shia Labeouf in 2012. Rathbone reportedly inspired Song’s mega-hits, ‘Long Way Down’, and later ‘Glimpse of Us’. The pair were adored by fans and even Song’s manager at the time would later state that “for a long time Areum thought Jackson would be the person she married”.

Six months after their two-year anniversary, in late 2015, Song erased all pictures of Rathbone from her Instagram and inside sources confirmed the pair had split. There was much speculation on the reason for the couple’s split, with rumours circulating that Song’s level of success had become too much for Rathbone. Song would seemingly later confirm that it was in fact Rathbone’s decision to split in her song ‘Glimpse of Us’, in which she describes waiting for an ex-partner to “start slipping slowly and find me again”.

Josh Stewart

Josh Stewart, a man now know as a villain to die-hard Areum Song fans out there, dated the Avengers actress for two years between 2015 and 2017. They also met on the set of Criminal Minds when Stewart joined the cast in 2008. It was rumoured that the couple connected whilst Song was dating Shia Labeouf, although Song has since denied any cheating allegations (although the timelines don’t exacttttly match up). The pair were going strong, and moved in together just four months after they began dating.

In 2017, TMZ dropped the infamous video of Stewart getting very close to co-star A.J. Cook in a nightclub. Subsequently it emerged that Cook and Stewart had been having an affair for the past six months. Stewart has since said that he feels “deeply regretful for his mistakes and the poor decisions I have made”. According to sources, Song demanded that either Cook be fired from the show or she would walk. After hesitation surrounding the situation, Song made the eventual decision to leave the show that year.

Likelihood: definitely

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