#thank you mcq

[wzyxz]

does anyone else really like the camera movements & set up for that one specific shot in m:i dr where alanna just woke up or whatever and kittridge is asking zola how he lost the key. or something like that i don’t remember. it feels so… fjdjehehhfjfjdjdjeieiri.

[boasamishipper]

What would happen if a movie had both Tom Cruise and John Larroquette in it? What then?

i'd probably pass away, for starters

[calkale]

Kissing christopher mcquarrie on the mouth for coming up with the train scene im so excited

[lannisterdaddyissues]

MAR MALEWIFEBILLCAGE HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEWS??? According to IMDB there are rumors that TC will appear as Cage in a follow up movie to Edge of Tomorrow?????????

MY DEAR FELLOW I HAVE INDEED HEARD THE NEWS!!!!!!!!! unfortunately these rumors have been floating around for ages i think and i don't know how likely it is that they won't fall through 😭😭 i know tc and mcq really want to do it and emily blunt said they had an amazing script but like. i really can't imagine how they could improve upon the first film and i have my reservations about a sequel 😭 i don't really think the film NEEDS one but. if the script is as good as they all say it is. and if there's a chance to see my failwife on screen again. i will milk christopher mcquarrie for all he is worth. give him back to me GIVE HIM BACK

[inupibaldspot]

From you, For him

| Part 2 of At him, For him

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : Normal like no curse and stuff AU where Gojo is in love with Geto’s lover but this time he has the chance to change everything. This contains time travel!

I wrote it in a way you can understand what’s happening even if your don’t read part 1 btw

·:*¨༺ Part 1 ༻¨*:·

Gojo Satoru feels as if he can’t breathe.

He inhales. His chest hurts and he has a horrible attempt at keeping his glazing eyes in check as he fakes a smile and claps his hands together; there was a blur silhouette of Geto and you in a distance in tears ,both wearing matching rings.

“Woah—! Congratulations you two.” Shoko smiles wildly as she brings her hands close to her mouth,cheering. She briefly turns to Gojo and looks back at the couple. “Keep it together,Gojo… you’ve done that for years so why bother showing it now.”

Gojo lets out a laugh. “How cruel…” of course Shoko knows he has had this unrequited love for years. He breathes out. “I’ll head out for a second.”

Shoko nods as she reaches out and puts a cigarette and lighter in his pocket. He mutters a ‘thanks’ as he opens the door, cold breeze immediately greeting him. He breaths in again as his hands search for warmth in his pockets, turning to the alleyway.

Once when he is secluded, he brings out the piece of cigarette Shoko handed him earlier as he places it in between his lips, his hands bringing up the lighter with one on the lighter as the other hand wraps to protect the small flame.

He did not smoke often—more like he didn’t even the last last time he did. Gojo sucks in a breath, his throat feels hot but his chest is lighter, no-he remembers smoking back in high school simply because of Shoko and Geto. His only two friends would leave him for smoke breaks and he didn’t want to be left alone so he simply picked up the habit. 

Gojo quit after he met you since he didn’t feel the need to tag along Geto and Shoko anymore.

Somewhere in between college,meeting you and now, he didn’t seem to care anymore.

“Hey kid.”

“Fuck!” Gojo jumps, his teeth biting into the cigarette as his eyes glare sharply in the direction of the sound. A man sits along the far end of the alley way, away from him.

The white haired man contains his jumped heartbeat as he walks over the man who called him over. His eyes trail the dress he wore; it was a traditional dark piece of clothing and beads around his hand. This man was cosplaying as a Priest. 

He didn’t say the word ‘cosplay’ lightly because first, to begin with, the man in front had a ‘magic ball’ in front of him as if he was waiting for people to share their future and second, he wasn’t too serious because boy—! That monk had thick hair on his head, not the shaven look you’d normally see.

Gojo met scammers; near the shopping center, outside popular restaurant and tourist attractions, by his house ringing on his doorbell and right now, infront of him.

“What‘cha gonna tell me,old man.” Gojo says as he peers in, with also taking in a puff of smoke. “That I’ll be having a wife and two kids in my 30s… If it’s not that, it means one of you is lying.” By ‘one of you‘ refers to the scammer-I mean fortune teller he let in his house because he was bored. 

“Hahaha-! That’s not it.” The man laughs as he faces Gojo directly, it was then when he finally notices a stitch mark which stretches across his forehead. “Just wondering if you’d ever regretted things… ‘things’ which you wished you could go back and change..”

Gojo laughs as he drops the half-piece of cigarette on the ground, stomping on it. No long interested. “Of course. I still wish I could go back in time and not erase my answers because my teacher made all the answers to the MCQ ‘c’ just when I didn’t study.” 

Fuck—just why did Yaga REALLY do that? Gojo thinks back at the thought.

“That’s what I like to hear.” Gojo turns when he hears the man speak. 

The man stands close—very close to him as his hands were making a V-sign (a peace sign) , fingers pointed near his eyes before the old man was stabbed into his eyes.

“Oh my god— shit! That hurt, old man.” Gojo places his hands on his eyes as he tries to soothe the pain from it. “What are you trying to do—huh…?”

He blinks once.

Twice.

He takes a deep breath. ‘It’s fine.’ He thinks to himself. ‘I’ve just lost my mind a tiny bit because y/n and Suguru are getting married.’

Gojo let out the breath and opened his eyes. Same scene. He was by a tree, near a building; he remembered this place being behind the building for the Class 1-3 who were studying the normal curriculum whereas advanced classes of class 4-5 students were in another building. 

“What the actual heck is happening?” Gojo grumbles as he looks at the calendar on his phone. He was back in high school. He was sent back in time by about 7 years. “Fuck… I guess that man wasn’t a quack….”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“That’s why I need you to help.” You wiggled your toes in your shoes as you stand, smiling. The teacher,Yaga Masamichi, was in front of you, sitting on his chair as he continued to talk- maybe complain would be a better word- about a certain boy from the advanced class. “The boy is smart but he lacks discipline! He needs someone as hardworking as you and maybe it’ll rub on to him.”

You’ve heard of Gojo Satoru. You’ve never seen him but he was very infamous in high school . First, for being the son of the Gojo Estate. Two, for being a very tall, conventionally attractive boy. Third, for being a delinquent. 

And that last part bothers you a lot, you’ve heard him get into fights, rumors of him smoking along the alleyway, ripping love letters into pieces and recently he skipped over all his tests making him fail his mid-terms. 

You gulp. Hope he doesn’t beat you up… 

Just then the door to the staff room slides open. You see enter, he was tall with white hair and lashes and the eyes in the most beautiful shade. No way this was Gojo right? He was so— beautiful.

Did he just make eye contact with you?

“Gojo come here.” Yaga calls out as he huffs. Gojo clears his throat as he walks to the teacher. When he was close enough Yaga continued. “This is y/n and I’m assigned to be your teacher. She’ll make sure you get all your works done plus make you study for the reassessment for the exam you skipped on.”

You watch Gojo who was towering beside you raise his hands and brought it up to his face, but from the angle you see the upward turn on the corner of his lips. Why was he smiling?

“Isn’t this -he points at you- from the normal department?” You huff when you were referred to as ‘this’. “You sure she is smart?”

“Don’t mess with y/n just because she isn’t from the advanced class— And also! In the last exam she was placed third overall , right below Suguru.” Yaga shouted back.

Your eyes trail back to him when the boy beside you seemed to still, You’ve heard of Geto Suguru too. Apparently a boy from the advanced class who was also popular for his good looks. But not only that— he had a delicate aura around him which makes people like him and to add on he was very much academically smart.

Gojo lets out a breath, as if it were more of an amazement in your opinion. You watch him take a small step back as he turns around and gives you a smile, god was unfair when he crafted this smile. “Then please take care of me, my tutor.” His face was close to yours.

‘My.’ You face almost burst with heat.

“Gojo stop bothering y/n.”

“Ouch—! That hurt sensei.”

Ever since then, once you hear the bell ring indicating school was over for the day, there would be Gojo poking his head into your class with a boyish grin plastered on his face, he takes your book-filled bag, slings it over his shoulder as you guys would walk to the library.

He sometimes passes by your classroom which is in the opposite building whenever he wants to go to the restroom in between classes—I mean he never did specify which restroom, hoping to catch a glimpse of you.

And when he does, his gaze flickered towards you, taking in the way your gaze reflected the warm sun from outside.It becomes clear to Gojo then that even now, despite everything—in between ever but of confusion, anger and guilt, he doesn't actually want to lose you. To his best friend. To anyone else.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Warm.

The way the curtains fluttered from the gentle wind, letting in a cool breeze and a glow of the evening sun and you. You sitting not even an arm's length away and just like the pace of his heart which picked up, pushing every worry he could still have further and further away because there was no space for those in that moment.

There was just you. And he could feel your presence a lot closer now, her warmth not far away from him.

God, you were beautiful.

So beautiful, he would not mind spending the rest of his life memorizing each feature belonging of yours.

“Stop staring at me.” You let down the pen you were holding, looking away from your homework.

“I can’t stop.” He admitted.

You huff, the smirk on Gojo widened as he could see a faint color rush to your cheeks. “Just do your work…” you wave him off as you grumble.

“I’m already done,love.” He continues his teasing.

You pink as you let out a small shriek at the nickname; you rush close to him as you cover your hands on his mouth. “Shut up—Gojo, I don’t want to be murdered by your fangirls because of this.”

He pecks your hands by pursing his lips forward, into the palm of your hands making you shriek once more pulling away.

“Gojo!” You glare at him as you reach your hands out and comically wipe your hands on his blazer as he laughs at your reaction. He leans forward as he looks at your books. “What’s this?” He asks.

“Ah…” you say as you bring out a book closer to him. “I’m studying for my entrance exam for this university.”

“Already?” But that’s like months away.

“Yeah.” Your voice is laced with a smile, gojo almost sees shining glitters surrounding you. “It’s like… kind of my dream as a kid to go here.”

Gojo laughs at how adorable you sounded. “Why that university though?”

“My parents-“ you turn almost too quickly to face him but then you stop yourself as you clear your throat. “My parents went there and that’s how they met and fell in love.”

“Ah…” Just like you and Geto… His heart pains again as he is reminded.

You bend down as you lean your head on the table, letting out a sigh with your hands on your sides. “I hope I get in though…”

“You will.” He says confidently. He knows you will. “Nerds like you will get in.”

“Gojo, I’m not a nerd.”

“Whatever you say, princess.”

“I’m not princess either!”

“Sure thing, love.”

“Oh— Gojo,stop that!”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“I need you to be serious, Satoru!”

He listens to you shout, even without turning to your direction he could basically sense you ‘huffing and puffing’, a habit you took till adulthood. He reaches out into the bushes, pushing the leaves away. “I am—! Sheesh, let me breathe.” Gojo laughs.

You two were currently near the patch of grass by the football ground; you had lost your key to the music club room—a room which was basically unused but you guys needed a room so you two can continue on with your study lessons. 

You bend to look over the bushes while Gojo does around the bushes checking every shrub. “Oh lucky— someone’s cigarette and lighter is hidden  here.” His smile widens as he reaches out for the gift, someone had kept here. “Satoru, don’t steal others' stash.” He puts it down upon hearing your words.

“So this where you go after classes,Satoru?”

He knew it was inevitable but he hoped he could extend it for as long as he could.

In front of him, holding a key was Geto Suguru, smiling at him with Shoko, a lollipop in her mouth peers over from beside him. “What you doing?”

Geto throws him the key at him which is catches instantly.He wanted the two of his friends meet you but he selfishly hoped it would be after like maybe, after you and Gojo date. Wow—what an optimistic! Gojo gulps, afterall what would he do if the two of you fall in love again? 

“You found it!” You jump, unaware that the two figures were his friends. You turn your head to look at him, at him. Despite Geto Suguru standing near you, you looked at Gojo. The white haired boy’s heart pulsed, the slow and steady pump now erratic and heavy with emotions. Just you looking at him with a smile, at him like he was the only one on the planet m. For the first time.

“Who is this?” Shoko says as walks to to the bush and sticks her hands in. You laugh. “That cigarette was yours?” Shoko nods.

“This… this is y/n.” Gojo grumbles, speaking low. “She is helping me with my reassessment.”

“That’s what you get for skipping assignments and test.” Shoko teases. 

Geto laughs.

Gojo eyes at your reaction and sighs in relief when you were still acting the same. Thank god, there was nothing of that ‘love at first sight’ going on. “I don’t need to take those test.Even Yaga knows I’m smart.”

Your roll your eyes. “I guess we won’t have those study sessions of now on, Gojo.”

“Wha— no! I need it.” Gojo jumps, as he comically starts shaking you, as if he got the most shocking news of the century. “No- nope! You can’t do that. I need you—!”

“Geto, let’s get going now.” She turns. Shoko looks over to Gojo, they make eye contact and the brown hair girl smiles. 

He knows that smile. 

That’s the smile Shoko gives when ever she figures out something. And equipped with a teasing look, Gojo is certain she knows that he is in love with you. “Good luck,Gojo.” With his studies or with you? Geto gives you guys a wave as he also turns around and walks way. 

From then onwards, it’s as if the friendship which you guys have in the future,college days were happening now. Hanging out, study sessions, sometimes sneaking into parties and café date; the four of you. Just like right now as you’re in Gojo’s room, a flat rented nearby your future college.

“No way.” Shoko starts. “We’re all going to be attending the same college.” Her smile widens when you cheer and jump into her arms, she quickly looks over and sees a fond smile on Gojo’s face…hilarious!

Geto laughs as he takes a sip on his coffee as the two girls snuggle closer to each other. “Did you know about this?” He peers over to Gojo who finally seemed broken from his trance—you.

Gojo nods. “Yeah… I mean I’ve seen her study for her exams.” He clears his throat. “Have you played the new ‘digimon’ game?” He changes topic, whenever Geto speaks of you or to you, it makes him feel small. This isn’t good. He relishes this yet it was suffocation. Gojo would never hate his best friend—never, but sometimes it’s insecurity and sometimes it’s guilt which swallows him whole. ‘Is this okay?’ 

Shoko breaks away from the hug and she pulls on your cheeks fondly, she thinks you’re the most adorable human as she turns to Geto. “Smoke break.” Geto smiles and nods, following behind Shoko who led the way.

Gojo turns to you, eyes carefully trying to take in your presence that is before he notices something—your eyes are ‘lingering.’ He follows your gaze, carefully in the direction.

You were looking at Geto.

All emotions are wiped from his face. Gojo knew this could happen, you can fall in love with Geto all over again. He was the one who was messing with fate and time, yet— it hurt.

You turn to Gojo, your face tilts up to meet his gaze as your lips turn into a teasing smile which quickly flatters when you see Gojo’s expression. Your heart settles and softens, you relax and reach over the table to grab one of his hands. “…Satoru?”

He turns to you, and smiles. “Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“No…just thinking.”

You gulp wondering why it felt as if suddenly there was a huge rift when they were barely centimeters apart; for someone as big as Gojo his voice was so—so small. “…About?” You were almost scared to ask.

“Are you in love with Suguru?” Gojo beats himself for this, he has gone and done it now! 

You tilt your head. “where did that come from?”

“Friends don’t give each other love-filled lingering looks.” He scoffs. “So tell me-“ no he was being pushy. Gojo felt so backed into a corner for a moment but when he locked eyes with you, he was hurting you with the way he was acting.

He stands up. “I think I need some fresh air.”

“If I did love him, what would you do?” 

Were you testing him? 

“Please—please don’t fall for anyone but me…” he mumbles.

You watch as he slumps down on the floor, on his knees, burying his face into his hands, curling up almost as if to protect himself. Gojo is no longer confident egoistic boy you know, right now he seemed so weak; as if he was tired after a long journey. “I have surrendered myself to you for all of time; past, present and future I am yours…”

Your head is dizzy with all this information. You need time, you need clarity. Gojo feels like he is losing himself in his thoughts and also rambles with no coherence to what his mind has to say. “I don’t know what do do with this emotion but if I try to stop them they overflow and-” 

His heart seemed to thud to a stop in his chest and then start up again erratically, hands seemed to be incapable of doing anything other than hang close by his sides.

“Satoru, I love you…” you whisper and it is only then when he realizes you were also on your knees in front of him, thumbs wiping tears from his cheeks. “I’m sorry for joking— I don’t love Geto. It’s you I love. Don’t hate me?”

How can he hate you when you were still his everything: you were his everything even when you were intertwining hands with someone else?

“It’s me?” He breathes out. “Did you say you’re in love with me?” 

You nod.

“Oh wow.” He says which makes you laugh.

“I love you…” He says, years of these words inside the depth of his heart, was dug out. “From the bottom of my soul, I’m head over heels for you, my love.”

You almost cry at his tone, so gentle.

He caresses your hair, tenderly, running his fingers through the soft, silky strands. When he eventually has his hands on your cheeks; your cheeks flushing as he gazes at you, captivated by your presence. Your eyes sparkle with wonder, your lips plush and rosy. 

You are flawless, perfect in this moment and beautiful in his embrace.

Gojo didn’t even realize when he started to get so close to you. His lips pressed against her pulse in a kiss before he nipped the skin.His limbs burned where he touched you, you were warm. So it was cold after all, he realized somewhere along the line. His hands were freezing, clinging to your lower back. 

Gojo wants to stay like this, holding you for a minute longer or forever.

A whisper in his head was telling him to let go—that it wasn’t right, but Gojo wouldn't. He was hanging onto a life line, it hurt, but if he let go now, he would drown.

Gojo was vulnerable. And you kiss him back. Kiss him till he is fine. Kiss him until all his worries fly— till he understands, you are equally so stupidly in love with him. 

Unbeknownst to you two, Shoko peeks over inside the door, a small crack reveals what’s inside “You think they’re done?”

Geto laughs. “Of course not…but give them more time and they’ll be in bed.”

Shoko laughs lightly making sure she isn’t spotted yet as she then peers over to the taller boy beside her. “What about you? You good?”

“Yeah… it was just a crush.”  Geto looked at Shoko from the corner of his eyes and his lips curl into a smile. Shoko was always so observant. 

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[neet-aspirant]

26–07–2024, Friday, D – 282 Days

moment of honesty — my physics is very weak. it has always been. and presently, class 12 physics just doesn't sit right with me. i seemingly understand all concepts, derivations and theories, and can solve direct formula based numericals but when it comes to conceptual or application based questions, my mind goes blank. and so, to cope with this, until my first set of exams back in june, my brain thought the best idea would be to completely ignore the subject till one week before exams. and yep, obviously that yielded the results i deserved. i scored disastrously in physics unit exam (the one that was held a few weeks back). i just barely passed (thank you god for not failing me) and trust me, this is a first. so now, after my parents and teachers telling me the same thing over and over again, i have realised that it is high time for me to do over in this subject and improve my graph. i don't even know how because i'm actually really scared of the subject but i just need to. i have like roughly a month until mid terms, and if this time i slack off, I'll pay by failing and i cannot let that happen. so i need to do this any how and i will do it.

molecular basis of inheritance [30 mins]

finished taking notes of d and f blocks [1 hour]

read the notes mentioned above [45 mins]

psychology questions [1 hour 15 mins]

started watching video lecture of magnetism [30 mins]

started solving ncert questions of magnetic effects of current [30 mins]

integration [2 hours]

took psychology notes [30 mins]

eng lit [1 hour]

neet physics mcqs [30 mins]

analysis & corrections of the mcqs that i got wrong [30 mins]

psychology practical work [1 hour]

Total Time – 10 hours

[sheeezu]

Hello sheezu! I am really grateful that you shared your knowledge and experience about shifting, and took your time to answer questions people like me have. Maybe if more people like you existed, reality shifting wouldn't be needed after all :).

I have a lot of personal struggles with shifting and being happy in general, it's been more than 2 years of trying and getting just enough to stay on this journey, but not more than that.

One of the biggest problems i have with reality shifting is that it feels like it's taking your life away from you. You are not there, but you are not here either. It's like this eternal limbo of mediocrity, where you are forced (by yourself) to never get anywhere.

Either way, i have a couple of questions that I've been wondering about, and i think those questions also might be of interest to other people:

Question about "consciousness theory".

You believe in "consciousness theory". Which essentially is:

"Whatever thoughts you have consciously or otherwise, define reality".

Based on that theory, is reality defined by:

A) the thoughts you produce in general.

B) intentions behind thoughts. (thoughts are just words filled with intentions after all, you could say one thing but mean a different thing)

C) beliefs you have. (assuming it is possible to not believe in a thought)

E) something else entirely.

Can someone who doesn't really believe in reality shifting, somehow prove to himself that it is real?

Thank you for answering. I have much more questions i could ask, but i am not sure that they are important / interesting enough to bother you.

Much love.

I don't mind answering questions.

I can't help but look at how you split the same concepts into different parts.

Thoughts define your reality.

Here's how that process works:

1. You consciously think of a thought which influence your current state of mind.

2. Those thoughts, as heavy focus is put on them, get stored in your subconsciousness, which is responsible for constructing reality based upon those thoughts, this way, the human mind is putting up a show for you.

3. What's stored subconsciously is stored in your unconscious part of the brain, which is when you sleep, your brain has a script of how the next day is going to play out with the circumstances.

Therefore, beliefs, intentions, and everything around you, are thoughts from 4d manifested into a lower plane, 3d.

So in that sense, in a blank state of mind (void state) new direction of reality could be chosen, it could be completely changed according to your wishes. So that's why, in a meditative states, its possible to manifest, and shift realities.

So according to your MCQs, I'd say E options, perhaps.

But A is also correct, what you think is what makes reality.

For you second question, can someone who doesn't believe in shifting it to themselves.

It depends on what kind of person they are.

Are they some who think of it as false, as a trend? Of course they'll never be able to shift or experience it, even in afterlife, since they are walking a path of believing it is false, so that's how reality will play out to them.

For people who are skeptics and are willing to try? Yes, they can prove it to themselves, many shifting techniques, such as the void state and LOA push them to achieving a state of mind where they could change their realities even in the slightest (again, blank, meditative, and some distraction method which turns them away from the 3D.)

[dizzymisslizzie]

2024 Fic Round Up!

Inspired to do this by @caterpills's post!

Most of my fics were published in 2024! Going back, I realized how much writing I did this year! This is my first foray into writing in fandom and I've found it so soul-enriching.

So here's the list of my 2024 fics! Note: These are all RWRB❤️🤍💙

January

Model Behavior: Model!Alex AU, Words: 67,876

March

New Friend Silver, Old Friends Gold : PWP! Words: 4,683

May

May the Fourth be with You: Post-Canon Fluff!! Words: 1,764

June

Biscuit Land: Single Dad!Alex and Baker!Henry

Looking for Orion: RWRB x Star Trek: TNG AU! Doctor!Alex with cute kids and Commander!Henry. This one is angsty but as always a happy ending! Words: 32,245

July

Fireworks Reflecting on a Lake: Post-Canon Fluff! Words: 812

September

beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh [fic & podfic] by esbielle, LK_42: This is my first collaboration!! Olympic diving AU! Words: 32,431, Podfic 4 hours

October

All, All Mine, Beloved: Omegaverse! Lawyer!Alex and Prince Henry in a rushed marriage. There's plenty of sex but LOTS of plot too!! Words: 69,193

November

Crystal Heart by LK_42 for magicmelinoe: Anywhere with You gift exchange! This story was going to be 3K words and ended up at 34,147!! Witch!Alex and Faerie!Henry quest to find answers to a magical bond.

Say My Name: Ok, this started out quick and dirty and has grown into a second chapter and likely a third at some point! A bathroom stall at a gay bar; Words: 3,964

December

Merry Christmas, Henry Fox: PWP!! Y'all, this is just some hot Writer!Henry and Lawyer!Alex sex. Words: 1,743

I have so many WIPs that I'm playing with! My Camping AU: Wildness & Artifice is very summer themed and the ending needs fleshing out so I think I'll keep that one for the Spring.

BUT! I have at least two more winter themed fics that will be coming out in the next month or so! There's also Gilmore Girls AU and Sugar Daddy Pez in the works!

I love RWRB and the whole MCQ universe. This fandom their books have relit a love of fiction (I read a lot of non-fiction history) in me that I thought was gone. This fandom and their words got me through a tough pregnancy and kept me sane during my first months as a new mom.

The words of the authors of this amazing fandom have made me weep, rage and laugh out loud. Thank you for your words and inspiring me to keep writing mine.

Open no pressure tags!

@miss-minnelli @tailsbeth-writes @firstprincehornyramblings @aforgottennymph @botaboxed @suseagull5914 @onthewaytosomewhere @marz-rm @magicmelinoe @cha-melodius @anincompletelist @fullsunsets @starrypiscesao3

[worldofheroes]

I’m Here For You

tom cruise x fem!reader

summary: after you get stood up again, a call that comes with impeccable timing changes your night… and foreseeable future.

warnings: 18+, language, there is an age gap that’s not mentioned lol, oral (m and f receiving)

wc: 1.4k

a/n: based on a request by @elenavampire21 ! I hope you enjoy it! GIF has nothing to do with the story besides a smiley Tom.

Of course it happened again.

You got stood up. Again. It’s an hour after he said he would pick you up, and he’s not replying to your texts or answering your calls.

As you wipe the tears from your face, your phone rings.

You pick your phone up, hoping it’s your date.

You see Tom’s face on your screen.

What impeccable timing.

You take a deep breath and answer the phone.

“Hello?”

“What’s wrong?” Tom immediately asks.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Y/n, we’ve worked on a few projects together, I can tell when something is off.”

“I got stood up. Again.”

“What?”

“It’s the third time I’ve been stood up this week.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. Is there anything I can do?”

“I don’t know,” you mumble.

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Tom, no.”

“No arguing. I’ll be there in 20 minutes.”

“Okay,” you sigh.

“Good. See you soon.”

“Bye.”

You toss your phone to the other end of the couch and curl up on the other side, waiting for Tom.

Soon, there’s a knock on your door.

You reluctantly get up and open it.

Tom is standing there with flowers and some candy.

“Thought these might make you feel better.”

You awkwardly laugh, taking the gifts. “Thanks.”

You make your way into the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers, and Tom follows you in.

“I’m really sorry about what happened,” Tom says as you put the flowers in the vase.

You shrug, taking a couple beers out of the fridge, handing one to Tom.

“Wanna watch a movie?” you ask.

“Sure,” he smiles.

You sit down on the couch and the two of you find a movie to watch.

As the movie progresses, you and Tom move closer to each other.

Tom wraps an arm around your shoulder and you snuggle into his shoulder. Soon, your legs swing up and over his lap. Tom rubs one of your legs mindlessly.

You try to snuggle closer to him.

“I don’t think you can get closer,” Tom whispers.

“Mm,” you mumble, placing soft, gentle kisses on his neck.

“Oh, don’t start.” Tom stifles a moan.

You continue to place kisses on his neck and jaw, slowly sitting up on the couch. You move to straddle his lap. He places his hands on your hips.

“Y/n,” Tom whispers, looking you in the eyes.

“Tell me you never wanted me, and I’ll stop,” you say.

Tom doesn’t say anything as he looks away.

“Tom,” you whisper.

You see him take a deep breath before he looks at you.

“It’s okay. You’re not taking advantage of me,” you whisper, gently moving your fingers along his collarbone.

“How did you know… that I’ve wanted you?”

You caress his face with a hand. “You’re not as sly as you think you are,” you smile.

Tom’s eyebrows furrow.

“And maybe McQ told me.”

“He’s gonna pay for that,” Tom mutters.

“Just shut up and kiss me,” you say with a smile, rolling your eyes.

Tom smiles back at you and leans in, placing a hand on the nape of your neck and kissing you.

You melt against him, always wanting this but being too scared to say anything.

Without thinking, you bear down on his crotch and grind against him, wanting to feel anything.

“Oh,” Tom gasps, throwing his head back. “Shit.”

“Tom,” you whine.

“Are you sure?” he asks you.

You nod. “Yes.”

“Here or the bedroom?”

“Wherever you’d like,” you say, kissing his jaw again.

“Mm,” Tom responds.

Before you know it, Tom has picked you up, spun you around, and you’re back on the couch with him on top of you.

“Shit,” you say, running your hands through his hair.

Tom smiles at you before he takes his shirt off, and a whimper escapes you.

“May I?” Tom asks, with his hands on the hem of your shirt.

You nod, and sit up, letting him take your shirt off.

“Wow,” he mutters, brushing his fingertips against your skin, giving you goosebumps.

Tom starts kissing your bare skin, hands wandering your body.

“Tom,” you whisper.

“I’ll take care of you,” he says, moving a hand to your breast, under your bra, giving it a squeeze.

You moan. “Tom…”

Tom unclasps your bra, and gently removes it from your body.

One hand works on your breast while his mouth moves to the other, kissing and sucking it.

“Oh,” you sigh.

Tom continues to kiss down your body, getting to your pants.

“Are you still okay?” he asks you.

You look down at him into his green eyes, filled with lust.

“Yes,” you whisper.

He unbuttons your pants and slides them off your body. He then rids himself of his own jeans, leaving him in his boxers.

Tom moves back on top of you, and begins kissing you.

One of his hands slides down your body, and to your clothed core.

“Tom,” you gasp.

One finger slides past your panties and starts petting you.

You squirm at the sensation.

Tom closes his eyes, groaning. “Oh, baby,” he sighs.

You feel yourself getting wetter as Tom continues to circle and rub your clit. Soon, his finger enters you.

“Oh, shit,” you moan, arching your back. “Agh, give me more,” you whine.

“Easy,” Tom mutters, kissing your neck.

He makes his way to his knees, and his free hand pushes your legs apart. He takes his finger out, making you whine. Tom pulls your panties down, giving him full access to your center.

He kisses your inner thigh.

“More,” you whimper.

He starts to suck and lick your inner thigh, making his way to where you want him.

“Please,” you breathe, “stop being a tease.”

Tom chuckles against your skin, then moves to give your core a lick.

You moan loudly. “Yes!”

Tom’s tongue makes quick work of you, and he pushes two of his fingers into you.

You’re unable to form any thoughts as he works at you.

He hums against you, fingers working hard and fast, as his tongue circles your clit.

“Oh, Tom, I’m gonna… I’m gonna come if you keep this up,” you sigh.

“Please do,” he mutters. “Come on my face.”

It doesn’t take much more before you come undone, walls clenching down on Tom’s fingers.

Tom continues to suck on you through your orgasm. He slowly removes his fingers from you once you’re finished.

“Oh,” you say, closing your eyes.

Tom gives you one more lick before he moves on top of you.

Tom kisses you and then puts his fingers in his mouth, licking up the final taste of you.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you tell him as you sit up. “But now it’s time for me to return the favor.”

You push Tom onto the couch and pull his boxers off, releasing his hardened cock from the constraints of clothing.

You moan as you wrap your fingers around his cock and begin to stroke it.

Tom throws his head back against the couch.

You take his tip into your mouth and start sucking.

“Oh, yes,” Tom groans.

You continue to suck and stroke him, with saliva getting everywhere.

Tom’s breathing gets heavier. He places a hand on your hand, stopping you.

“Let me do it,” he whispers. “Just… stay there.”

You give his cock one more suck before you take it out of your mouth.

Tom begins to stroke himself, grunting. It doesn’t take long before he comes.

“Oh,” Tom moans as he comes on your face.

When he finishes, his eyes open and he looks at you.

“Fuck, you look so hot,” he says, wiping some of his own cum off your face.

You take his hand and suck the cum off his fingers.

Tom moans. “Shit, if you keep that up we’ll have to do round two.”

“Mm, I wouldn’t mind,” you say, crawling onto his lap.

“I should’ve done something sooner,” he mumbles, bringing you in for a kiss.

“I guess we’ll have to make up for lost time.”

Tom can’t help the moan that escapes him. “How are you getting hotter by the minute?”

You laugh, giving him a kiss.

Tom runs his hands up and down your back a few times before he wraps them around you, pulling you close.

“What was the movie about, again?” Tom asks with a smile.

You laugh again. “I’m not entirely sure. Wanna watch another?”

Tom chuckles. “Fuck yes I do.”

[lavendermav]

MAROON | Tom Cruise (OS) | M

a/n: hiiii guys this is the first fic i've written ever so it is far from perfect and i have no idea what i'm doing, but thank you for being here!

Summary: You and Tom are getting ready for drinks with McQ, but he has something else in mind.

CW: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY PLEASE | oral (f), fingering, very little plot

WC: 869

As you dug through your suitcase on the dresser, you felt your boyfriend, Tom, creep up behind you. He wrapped his hands around your waist, inhaling the scent of your perfume. “You look incredible tonight, darling,” he whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. The maroon cocktail dress you wore was practically made for you, how it wrapped perfectly around your hips. “I bought it last week,” you replied while inserting a gold hoop earring into your ear. Tom’s large hands slid down and grazed your smooth thigh. “Baby, what are you doing?” you breathlessly ask as his hand moves inward, eliciting a soft gasp from your mouth.

Tom chuckled as his fingers toyed with the edge of your panties. “We’re supposed to meet McQ and Heather at the bar in twenty minutes,” you whine. His free hand slid up your dress, reaching your breast, his mouth nipping at your earlobe. “We don’t have time for this, Tom,” you whimpered softly. “Are you sure, sweetheart?” He coaxed. His fingers found their way under your lace panties and stroked your slit, causing you to squirm underneath his touch. “You’re very wet for me,” he whispered. You close your eyes as his other hand slips into the top of your dress and rolls his skilled fingers over your nipple. “Can’t we be a little late?” He asked, planting kisses around your neck, nipping at your skin.

Your head rolls back against his chest. “Tom, you should at least text him,” you suggest. Not taking his hand away from your entrance, he pulls his phone out of his back pocket that reads, “McQ, can we push it to 8? Y/N and I are running a little behind”. “Done,” Tom states as he lays his phone on the dresser and pulls you backward until you’re both propped against the California king bed. “You’re seriously going to undo all the work I just did getting ready?” You shake your head and smile. “Turn around,” Tom commands. You do as he says and feel the zipper on the back of your dress slowly slide down. Tom spins you around to face him as the dress pools around your heels, revealing your breasts. “Such a stunning girl,” he whispered as he guided you on the soft sheets, exposing your writhing body.

Your boyfriend hovered over you, his large hands exploring your skin. “Please, I want you!” You beg, watching him tease his fingers through the band of your panties. “Really? Because a few minutes ago, you were rushing us out the door,” Tom teased. “I take it back, Tom,” you writhe underneath him. “Needy, aren’t we?” He smiles as he pulls your panties down your legs, taking them off gently. “You started it,” you reply. Tom, remaining at your legs, offers a dark smirk as he throws the soaked panties aside. He removes his dress shirt, revealing his toned chest. “Don’t want to get that wrinkled,” he smiles. Tom plants one hand on each leg and leans his head down, peppering your thighs with painfully slow kisses.

“Please, baby, more,” you whine. “What do you want, darling?” Tom murmurs as he hums against your thighs. “You, please! Just fuck me!” You shout. Tom’s lips continue upward, reaching the crease of your thighs. “What a good girl, begging for me,” Tom affirmed. Within seconds, you became a moaning, writhing mess under his skilled mouth as he glided his tongue over your dripping core. A gentle moan escapes your lips. “Louder, sweetheart,” he hums against you, his words making you melt. Tom speeds up, delivering quick but thorough licks and sucking your sensitive clit. “Oh, fuck! Tom!” You moan. “That’s my good girl,” Tom affirms, his words sending shockwaves through your body. You tried to close your legs, but Tom would not allow it. “Uh-uh,” he says, locking his eyes on yours, eyes filled with nothing but pure lust. Tom made his way up your body, kissing every inch. Leaving a hand on your soaking core, he circles your clit as his mouth finds your neck. You moan his name, nearly at your breaking point.

Tom kisses up to your ear, teasing it with his teeth. “Does that feel good, angel?” You nod. His finger speeds up, causing you to shake. “Use your words, darling,” he whispers. “Yes, it feels so good when you touch and fuck me like that!” You reply, nails digging into the sheets. Tom sucks at the sweet spot on your neck, just below your earlobe, causing you to erupt all over his skilled fingers. “Fuck, Tom, right there!” You moan as he rubs two fingers up and down your core, guiding you through your orgasm. Tom falls next to you, stroking his hand through your hair. “You did so good, sweetheart,” Tom affirmed as he wiped the smudged mascara under your eyelids. “When we get back from the bar, you’re going to pay for that,” you warned as you came down from your high and pulled yourself together. “Pay for what? Making you cum all over my fingers?” He teased. “Ruining my makeup, Tom,” you chuckled. “I won’t hesitate to do it again.”

The man did love getting the last laugh.

[tokyoviee]

“consistency and patience”

hours spent.

4h - online lectures

2h - self study

2h - screen time

study achievements.

✅ botany - morphology of flowering plants 🌱

✅ physics mcqs (50)

productivity challenge - day 3

note : thank you for the 100 followers 🩷 i’m so happy interacting with people in this community with same/different majors and their studyblrs.

[rebeccasteventaylor]

And now - the train! I love train settings. I love that McQ loves train setting and keeps using them

(Is that Grace’s real name on the passport? Frances Frida March? Marlow? Is it a name we’d recognise, that’s why it’s covered up?)

It really is one of my favourite benthan moments. Ethan saying I can’t don’t that and Benji shouting at him ‘I’m just trying to help! Pull yourself together’ and Ethan going all quiet and thinking oh no, I made Benji shout at me, I need to figure out a way to do this. And he does! Never let Benji down..

Poor Benji does look really guilty about it though.

Benji must have been so scared when the last thing he heard was Ethan jumping off a mountain and saying he didn’t think he was going to make it and then nothing more.

(Welcome to the Ethan Hunt school of ‘you’ll figure it out’ planning, Grace)

(I also love that my beloved trio of Paris and Degas and Grace all connecting at the end here will be back in FR - they were my dream team)

Ethan just - gives the key to Benji. The most powerful and dangerous object in the world and he doesn’t keep it himself - he gives it to Benji. Benji is the safest place he knows - safer than himself…

And then shoulder touch - it’s more than a touch. It’s a caress. It’s a grasp. It’s Ethan saying thanks. It’s Ethan holding on, grounding himself, clinging as much as he allows himself to cling to Benji.

And that fucking voice over on shots of Benji…’the closer someone gets to you, the harder it is to keep them alive.’ And ‘wherever it leads, whatever it takes to get there, you’ll have to do it on your own’ and ‘should any members of your team be caught or killed’

But like I said before - I think the story of FR is that Ethan can’t do it alone - it can only be done by him and Benji acting together.

[tg-ace]

Finale thoughts about Dead Reckoning

Aight so pretty much finished only have 3 minutes left so I’m just going to go over anything I wanted to say to finish it.

So here are my thoughts (and prayers) about this movie. Idk why but I absolutely loved the sound design in this movie it was just top notch, as well as the crazy stunt in this one.

The main character I’m worried for in MI-8 (other than Ethan bc protagonist) is Benji. Mainly because of how dependent he is on his tech. Unlike Luther who’s older than him and who got disenvowed without any kind of connection to technology allowed, so he knows how to survive without it and do what he’s has to without it. Also Kittredge saying “The closer someone gets to you, the harder it is to keep them alive.” While the camera is on Benji scares the fuck out of me for the next movie. (Also his cute little “Thank god” when he see’s Ethan gliding down warms my heart). Furthermore, Kittredge says “-should any of your members be caught or killed,- their sacrifice will have been in vain.” While mostly the camera is on Benji for the beginning of that line.

Things I’m hoping for in MI-8 is to have some Ethan and Benji scenes like in Rogue Nation with Benji’s whole I’m your “friend” monologue but it’s longer and they discuss more things about like their relationship. I’ll even just take them interacting because we don’t have many long scene of it only bits and pieces scattered through out the movies.

ALSO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE US BENJI’S BACKSTORY MCQ! WE’RE BEGGING ON OUR KNEES!

So uh yeah that’s pretty much the main jist of what I wanted to say about Dead Reckoning and my thoughts about future things, so time to wait a year for MI-8!

(And yes it is 1 am 🥲).

[callmearcturus]

Regarding the reception of Ilsa's death, what personally upsets me about it is that by refusing to interact with it on a story level (ie blaming McQ's misogyny, saying that it's just fridging), people completely miss out on the thematic richness of the movie, and how much that death influences that.

It's a pity that people aren't giving them any credit for the story because they focus on that part of it, so thank you for talking about it!

(Sorry, not really a question!)

(heads up this is gonna be a bitchy post!)

Yeah I am to a point that I'm becoming actively annoyed at the discussion around DR1 because I walked out of that movie both times like "I cannot BELIEVE what they're doing here with the IMF, with the ethos of the movies, I can't wait for ppl to get over their shock over Ilsa's death and actually think about the point"

and that has just not happened and it's so boring. To watch DR1 and go "i hate this movie bc Ilsa's death was pointless" and to keep thinking that even after you've cooled off is imo a media literacy failure. like, DID WE FUCKING WATCH THE SAME MOVIE?

did anyone else see Ethan's introduction to the movie, where he gets to play an elder member of this organization basically inducting and welcoming someone into the fold with a distant kindness?

did anyone else see how the Entity affects the entire western intelligence community and cements them as the villain while the IMF are fighting to maintain basic free will?

did anyone notice the purposeful contrasts, how everyone swayed by the Entity's potential power exist in flashy ultra modern sets while Ethan's team live in the warm shadows of old abandoned buildings?

how about the return of Kittridge, the spectre of history and obligation cast over everyone?

HOW ABOUT REFASHIONING THE MYTHOS OF THE IMF INTO A "CHOICE" EXPLICITLY MAKING ALL OF THESE PEOPLE SELF-SELECTING AGENTS OF OUTRAGEOUS ALTRUISM. I'm sorry but how the fuck are people not losing their fucking minds over the fact Christopher fucking McQuarrie has been building on this IDEA since Ghost Protocol, that Ethan Hunt doesn't believe in the trolley problem, that if you present him with a trolley problem he will try to kill himself pushing the trolley off the tracks, there are no acceptable losses even in the face of nuclear armageddon, and they made it fucking CANON

and then they made Luther and Benji go "well yeah that's the IMF, we all chose to be this kind of batshit fanatical to the preservation of life"

Ilsa died OPTING INTO THAT. she was never IMF, she was a loner who occasionally fell into the orbit of Ethan and co, and rather than leaving it up to Ethan to make a choice, she walks open-eyed to save a woman she doesn't even know because why would that matter do you get it yet, we're talking about themes here

I'm just. I get it. Or I got it. For the first few weeks after DR1 came out, ppl were sad that Ilsa died

but now that we are this far out from it and people are still saying "her death was pointless", my patience is done. you failed to read the movie. which pisses me off because i am super into what this movie, this franchise, is trying to say!

anyway yeah my name is arcturus, i love ilsa faust, and i love that she died because her death fucking meant something /jazzhands

[ipeamerelo]

subject: bad metaphors about constellations

when i think of new beginnings, i think of the first time you took me under the night sky in wales, stars mapping out the stars on the tips of fingers. the telescope from your father, your cricket bat in the attic. the first time i saw you in my dreams, tracing your smile down the j 14 poster.

i think of our first new year’s together. when you kissed me for the first time under the linden tree and basically turned my world around–upside down, inside-out, sideways left and right. and i stood there, dumbly, too stunned to do anything but kiss back on delay.

you were looking for orion that day. they say to locate the pleiades you need to find orion and look in the direction he’s pointing, cause he’s always chasing them. you can find the lost pleiad if you look close enough too.

I wrote a short letter from Alex to Henry, in the vein of Alex's sentimental musings, in response to Henry's Christmas letter to him.

[vocablight-youtube]