#the life before her eyes

[oscarisaacsworld]

Oscar Isaac & Evan Rachel Wood in 'The Life Before Her Eyes' (2007)

[abirdie]

GIFs of mid-20s Oscar Isaac looking sad in a couple of different aspect ratios, just in case anyone happens to need such a thing for any reason.

[blue-sadie]

The Bad Influence

Marcus x Preppy Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 2 of the Different Versions Series

Summary: waking up in an unknown place untouched by wounds and another version of your husbands.

Warning: smoking

Yn/3rd person pov

I groaned stretching out my sore limbs, yawning taking a deep breath in as I stirred from my sleep tap tap I huffed hearing the tap against my window then I stopped.

I shot up my breath hitched as I ran my hands over my body checking for injuries my eyes searching around the room I wasn't in the hospital, my apartment or even Steven's "where the fuck am i".

The tapping continued as I rose from the bed my eyes adjusted to look around the dark room the only light coming from the window I slowly crept closer to it seeing the tapping was coming from.

I peered out the window my eyes widening as I saw marc but he was different I squinted my eyes as he gestured to the window "open up" he mouthed I hesitantly obliged he came closer to the wall to climb up the trellis.

My eyes went back to wondering around the room a few pictures catching my attention I walked up to one it was me and him I bit my lip I always wanted marc to grow out his hair a bit.

I flipped the picture over and read the few words on the back 'yn x marcus for ever' marcus? my brows frowned before realization hit me and I turned my attention to the man who sat half in and out of my window a toothy grin plastered on my face as he stared at me.

"Fucking doppelgangers" I whispered to myself placing the photo back where it came from "how've you been baby" he asked biting his lip as his eyes traveled up and down my body.

I settled my arms over my chest which was barely covered by a thin white nightie "good and you" I murmured something about him was alluring to me "better now since I'm with you" he winked taking out something from his pockets, it was a cigarette and a lighter.

'Smoking really' I rolled my eyes he put the cigarette into his mouth cupping his hand around it as he lit it, a puff of smoke escaping from the corner of his lips.

He took it out his mouth holding it between his fingers "how's that asshole of a father doing" he words were laced with venom as his eyes looked onto a photo next to me.

I glanced towards I cringed as I remember taking family photos just like that, it was doppelganger me and her family in full white prepply posed, everyone had their legs crossed and their hands settled on their knees.

I turned back to marcus shrugging my shoulders "I honestly don't know" I murmured the sides of his lips twitching up wards "so my bad influence is finally taking a hold of you" he chuckled leaning his head onto the window frame blowing his smoke out the window.

"Your bad influence" I asked giggling his brows rose up in surprise he flicked the butt of the cigarette outside before climbing fully in "are you disagreeing with me" he murmured in a teasing tone as he slowly made his way to me.

"I mean how could me not knowing how my dad is be the effect of your bad influence" I murmured, he stopped just a few inches away from me "because when I first met you you were a daddies girl, a preppy girl but look at you now" he's eyes ran over my body his gaze making me shudder.

"Your my girl now" he growled before leaning down to press his lips against mine in a rough kiss his hands grabbing my waist tugging me closer to him "marcus" i murmured against his lips my hands slowly running up his chest my body shivering with excitement.

His hands moved to my ass patting it slightly "jump" he said and I did my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands gripping my ass as he slowly moved to my bed, he dropped me onto my mattress smirking as he heard my gasp.

"Such pretty sounds" he bit his lip his eyes looking up and down my body with a more lustful gaze "I wonder what your dad would think if he walked in on us, his precious girl begging for some cock" he muttered pulling his shirt over his head.

My eyes were glued to his chest he was more toned then marc and fuck I loved it, he chuckled at my distracted state and used his hand up to my face making me look up at him "to see what a slut you've become" he grinned devilishly.

It felt as if my breath has been sucked out of my lungs as he pressed his lips to mine once more his hand moving from my chin to my neck his hand wrapping around it, slightly squeezing it in a teasingly manner.

"Fuck I need to see my cock buried inside you" he muttered his hands moved to tear off my nightie, I gasped as my bare skin was exposed to the cold "f-fuck" I breathed out I looked down my body seeing my nipples become perked and hard.

"Marcus" I murmured moving my gaze to look up at him, he groaned loudly "fuck I love it when you say my name baby" he growled as his hands drifted up and down my body.

"I wonder what you'd sound like screaming it" he whispered a smirk plastered on his lips as he leaned down attaching them to my neck, licking a long stripe up along my neck before sucking and biting my skin.

"Marcus" I whined my hands threading themselves through his hair gripping it tightly pushing his head into my skin "eager baby" he nipped at my skin causing me to skip a breath.

One of his hands slipped down to my core using his middle finger to run up and down my slit teasing my pussy lips, "m-marcus" I moaned pushing my head back into the mattress he chuckled darkly and slowly pushed in a finger making me moan out again.

"That's it baby take it" he grinned as he added another, scissoring me he licked his lips hungrily as he racked his eyes up and down my body, the thrusting of his fingers only increased intil I was on the edge of coming "c-cumming" I squealed and as I was about to cum he pulled out making me cry out.

"W-why" I whimpered, my hands falling from his hair down to my sides as I stared at him with pleading eyes "you can only cum on my cock" he grunted tugging down his pants to reveal his hardened cock which was slightly pulsing and leaking precum.

His eyes filled with lust and hunger stared into my as he positioned himself infront of my entrance "I'm already leaking for you" he whispered and slowly pushed himself inside making me whine out and grip his shoulders.

He growled out as he slowly started to thrust in and out "you feel so good" he panted closing his eyes tightly as he thrusted, his head leaned back as he groaned and grunted.

My breathing quickened as more moans and whines escaped my lips, my muscles clenched and unclenched as he moved in and out "marcus fuck" I whimpered my nails slightly digging into his shoulders as I felt my climax nearing again.

His grunts got louder as I clenched around his cock and he to started to pulse inside me "cum with me baby" he said through gritted teeth as his thrusts fultered before stopping completely as he finished inside me "fuck" we both moaned breathing out loudly as we tried catching our breaths.

"I hear your father coming baby, I'll see you tomorrow ya, don't miss me to much"

[ruegoreos]

who are your favorite OI characters and who are your least favorite??

my favorites :

William Tell (drooling over this man)

Marc Spector (I wanna peg him<3)

Santiago Garcia (OMNOMNOM)

people i got beef with :

King John (his eyes are so scurry)

Marcus (GRRR)

Nathan Bateman (GROW BACK THE CURLS NOW)

[devilrebirth]

i am thinking thoughts

thoughts are being thunked

OSCAR ISAAC as MARCUS in THE LIFE BEFORE HER EYES (2007) dir. Vadim Perelman

[lilislegacy]

*percy controlling akhlys’ poison to use it against her and choking her on her own tears and saliva*

annabeth: never do it again. never do anything like it again. i’m begging you

many years later

*percy and annabeth’s teenage children being held at knifepoint by enemies, seconds away from being killed*

annabeth: percy, do it

[zarnzarn]

The doors to Olympus are sturdy and strong, given everyone's preferences for drama and slamming said doors open and sending them cracking into the wall whenever the opportunity arises. Which is why it's a surprise when they creak open during the once-a-decade pantheon meeting; less so because no entity worth their salt would take so long to open the doors, and more so because everyone who is anyone is already there.

But if everyone is being honest with themselves- which no one is, usually- these gatherings are boring enough that the bland conversation is dropped immediately in favour of craning their necks to catch a glimpse of whatever is coming to relieve them of their boredom.

When the doors finally open however, several of the pantheon murmur in surprise.

"Odysseus," Athena whispers, wide-eyed as she pushes herself off her throne to her feet. It is him- in the king's garb he was buried in but the face he has when he reached home, hair till the shoulders and speckled with grey, face oddly blank. His feet are transparent.

"What are you doing here, sceptre?" Poseidon booms, hair the color of a stormy sea. Zeus, beside him, looks reserved, observing the ghost with something approaching curiosity- eyes flicking to the lightning scars on his daughter's face and back. "Your time has long passed, and Hades-"

"It is a temporary agreement," Odysseus says curtly, barely sparing him a glance as he approaches his patron. "Athena."

Her armour clinks as she steps forward and the gods all twitch, trading glances. Owls are silent creatures- to have her aspect so affected to make noise was... uneasy to say the least. She even holds herself different than usual, something like confused delight shining in her eyes. "How did you-"

"Did you sleep with my wife?"

The throne room is silent. Several jaws drop.

Athena straightens back up, blinking in surprise. She looks a bit shifty, some of the nymphs closest whisper to each other, which- well, almost every single god present owed some part of their existence to the mere story of Odysseus loving his wife.

Would he fight his own patron goddess over it in front of Mount Olympus, though? He certainly was unbalanced enough; Athena herself looked rather uncertain of her odds, even though-

"Are you addled in death, King of Ithaka?" Artemis drawls, looking amused. "Did you forget that your own patron is celibate? Whatever rumor you-"

"No, I-" Athena says suddenly, shifting her spear to her other hand. "I did."

Artemis chokes on her breath and several assorted divine beings gasp in shock and the rest shouting for explanations, although everyone is nearly drowned out by Aphrodite's loud, "WHAT?"

Odysseus inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I cannot believe you."

"She asked-" Athena starts, only to be drowned out by the din of various beings screeching and shouting about the scandal.

"ATHENA!" Hera hisses, peacock tail fanning behind her sharply as she pushes herself up. "Explain yourself!"

Athena half-turns to face her, face creased in a frown. "Mother, I-"

"LET ME REPHRASE!" Odysseus cuts in loudly, and the shouting settles down into silence. He walks to his patron, eyes blazing. "I cannot believe," he throws his clenched fists wide as he growls the last word, "-you took Penelope to bed-" Athena surprisingly stays still as he reaches her, mouth falling open as he grabs her by the chiton to yank her down, uncaring of the gasps of horror from all around as he snarls, "-before you ever kissed me."

And then Odysseus grabs Athena by the face roughly and kisses her.

This time Aphrodite's shriek cannot be escaped by anyone.

"Aphrodite, please," Zeus says a few moments later, wincing as his throne reforms around him, stained oddly pink. Quite a few minor entities have discorporated, and the ones nearest to her are still trying to regenerate their hearing. "Control yourself."

Their eyes land back on where Athena has dropped her spear- dropped her spear, Ares in the corner seems to be having some minor hysteria over this, well warranted- and is also on the floor, still being thoroughly kissed by that insufferable, mannerless hero of hers, perched on her stomach to reach. Zeus inhales in fury, Poseidon close behind him as the shock wears off, lightning crackling around his fingers as he opens his mouth to shout- of all the indignities-

"If you two ruin this for me," Aphrodite thunders, warping in front of them and glaring. "I will make you both regret it."

Both gods visibly blanch at the threat, taken aback for one brief moment. Threats from Aphrodite are far worse than any of her more violent siblings, at the end of the day.

Zeus visibly gathers himself just as Athena's helmet clatters to the floor, and he gains a second wind immediately, eye twitching as he spreads a hand to the spectacle in the middle of the hall. "WHAT MANNER OF DISRESPECT IS THIS? TO BARGE INTO OUR MEETING AND THROW ONE OF THE OLDEST GODDESSES TO THE FLOOR LIKE A COMMON WENCH-"

"Zeus," Hera says quietly. Everyone falls silent, although it's not quite enough to stop the two tangled together on the ground. She clears her throat, which finally seems to get through to Athena, who had finally seemed to have gotten over her shock enough to reach out, hands hovering over Odysseus hesitantly. Still, at the noise she seems to remember herself, pushing herself up on an elbow and dislodging him enough to break their necking. He pouts at her, but Athena's eyes are too glazed over to notice, heaving for breath.

Hera opens her mouth to speak, crown manifesting on her brow as she steps in front of the throne, but closes it as the door rattles again.

This time, the spectre shimmers with a faint hint of scales that comes with a freshwater nymph's heritage and excited whispers starved for drama explode across the room as the Queen of Ithaka steps into the room, skirts hitched in her hand and panting as if she'd been running.

"Your Graces," She bows respectfully before entering, Spartan princess through and through, until she catches sight of her husband and Athena, the former of whom seems to have taken the opportunity to start kissing the wisdom goddess again, fingers in her curls.

"What are you doing?" She snaps, rushing over. The entire courtroom holds its breath. She slaps her husband upside the head, making him yelp and move back to shoot her a betrayed look. Athena looks even further dazed than before, cheeks red. "Argos has more manners than you! No wonder Lady Athena wanted nothing to do with you- ah, hello, darling, by the way."

"Penelope," Athena murmurs hoarsely, and the Queen of Ithaka leans down to kiss her as well.

Odysseus chuckles, then jumps with everyone else as Hera slams a hand down on the throne elegantly, cracking it to the base.

"Ah, goddess-" He says, clambering off Athena to bow.

"Silence," Hera interrupts, holding up a hand, eyes cold. "You will not say anything to me apart from an explanation. My agreement for your release from Ogygia was due to the assurance that your marriage was one of the truest I have ever witnessed, conveyed by Athena herself when bartered with all of us to let you go. Tell me, was it a ploy? Because from the disgraceful looks of it, this seems to not be the case in the slightest."

Odysseus frowns, face twisting in confusion. "Athena bartered with...?" He turns to look at his patron, who stares back, unspeaking. His eyes flicker to the lightning scar over her right eye as Penelope traces it with horrified eyes and a gentle thumb, and understanding seems to dawn.

For a moment, rage seems to fill him, glaring with a hatred towards Zeus that everyone whispered later wasn't met by the god king with anger, but a flicker of remorse- before he visibly throws it away behind Athena's old smile and bows.

"God-queen," He says formally, gracefully. Hera twitches a bit, and they'll all talk later about how odd it was to so clearly see Athena's younger mannerisms in the man, down to the curl of the letters. "My marriage to Penelope has never been false, never been broken, this I promise you." He takes Penelope's hand and squeezes it for emphasis, and she raises them as acknowledgement. "But... can you not argue that Athena has been part of our marriage all this time? From its start, where she advised me on courting and her on what to look for, to the twenty years she spent with both of us- me on the battlefield and Penelope in the court; to say nothing of how she helped raise our son and lived in our palace in the days after. And is she not so unbearably beautiful that even my Penelope couldn't wait-" He shoots a glare at her, which Penelope returns with a smile. "-when the chance was presented? How can you fault us for disgrace, after being so long apart from our wife?"

Hera raises both eyebrows at the impudence, the kind of disbelieving expression that hides a warning to tread carefully. "So you claim to be both married to Pallas Athena?"

"In every way that matters except legality," Odysseus says, fearlessly. He is dead, after all, what much can you do to a shade that they didn't already put him through when alive. He is sort of worried about Athena, though, as they both help her back to her feet, Penelope busy whispering compliments and updates and endearments in turn- she's not usually one to be quiet in face of a problem.

Hera tilts her head. "Ah, but you see. I need the legality, if I am to finally-" A helpless, excited smile pulls at her lips once, twice, before unfolding into a bright grin, peacock tails unfolding to their full wingspan. "-finally arrange for a marriage for my eldest daughter who has not once- oh finally, I can hardly believe this day has come-"

"I do not like the way you grabbed her, Sacker of Troy," Ares steps forward as Hera starts ranting half to herself, half to an equally loud assemblage of joyful entities about wedding arrangements, eyes narrowed.

Odysseus barks an incredulous, loud laugh, gesturing to Athena with a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "This lady has broken- and I do not exaggerate- every single bone in my body before I saw my sixteenth year. I have punched her a hundred times in the face when she taught me how to fight. We'll survive, thanks."

"That is fair," Ares steps back, hands raised.

"What duties will you provide as spouses, Ithakan Queen?" Hestia questions, stepping forward.

"Oh, the same we did when we were living," Penelope huffs a laugh. "Keep her busy, make her laugh, be of mild frustration to her, love her well, worship her-"

"I do not. Need to know," Hestia closes her eyes and raises a hand to cut her off, stepping back. Around them, the din catches speed and volume as no further objections arise, excitement spilling into the air.

"What is happening?" Athena says faintly, looking around as if she was just waking up.

"-oh, and we can get out the decor once more! Hebe, Aphrodite, loves, do you remember where we kept the fountains-"

"-finally, a reason to celebrate! Call them all out of hiding-"

"-can't believe this is finally happening, oh sister, what songs should we-

"Why am I getting married," Athena says with much more alarm and horror. She turns to Odysseus and shakes him by the shoulder, eyes wild. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"How is this nothing? Do you have any idea the headache-"

"Athena, sweetheart, will you consider changing into that beautiful piece you made for the ceremony?"

Creakily, she turns her head to Hera, disbelief pasted across her face. "Mother," She says slowly. "They are both dead."

"Oh, I'll make a deal with Hades or something, you hush!" Aphrodite leans forward and snaps, before her irritation melts back into a manic joy. "Oh, what paint shall we do?"

Paint, Athena mouths, looking afraid for possibly the first time since her conception.

Penelope laughs and tugs on Athena's hand to make her turn, tucking dishevelled curls behind her ear. She wonders if the goddess knows how beautiful she is when she's flustered. "Take us away," She whispers. On Athena's other side, Odysseus leans against their patron with a besotted, helpless smile as he stares up at her, her helmet and spear in hand. She'd missed Athena like a limb, missed her deep laugh at night when they'd discussed the day's court, the dry jokes, the hands over hers as she weaved- but Odysseus wasn't himself without her, happy though they were in Hades' lands together, all of them.

"I'm-" Athena wavers, then looks around once more at all the excited screaming, something unreadable flashing in her eyes. Almost against her will, her eyes fall to Zeus, who is sitting silently and staring back at her. Poseidon looks like he still wants to start a fight, but clearly by his wary looks below can tell he will be heavily outnumbered by the overexcited crowd to not try, but Zeus just stares back at her, face blank of any emotion.

"We ask you formally this time," King Odysseus says, walking in front of her to take her attention away, holding onto her hand. His voice has strength in it, drawing the eyes of the murmuring crowd, but he's deaf to it as he stares up at her.

"Will you be our wife?" Queen Penelope asks, joining him, watching their beautiful patron shudder for breath she does not need as her eyes flick to one of them and then the other.

"Yes," She whispers and cheers erupt all across Mount Olympus.

"Finally!" Odysseus complains, and then pulls her down once more to kiss her, all three of them fading at the edges as one of the generous gods present there- who seems to realize that they're not very inclined to stop anytime soon- thankfully teleports them away into a nice room with a large bed.

"Finally," He whispers as he breaks apart to lay her down, cupping her face, voice heavy with the longing of a full lifetime and more. Penelope circles to the head of the bed and starts undoing Athena's braid, staring at them both lovingly.

Later the ones closest will murmur, as the silhouettes faded away, that tears had slipped from proud Pallas Athena's eyes as she placed one hand against Odysseus' cheek, trembling.

"I missed you," She will whisper back, and all three of them fade away to their own story, yet to be made.

[dandelion-roots]

[ID: a digital drawing of riz gukgak from fantasy high. in the front is a relatively small drawing of riz juggling books that are falling out of his hand and a phonecall, and he has a huge backpack on. he looks a bit overwhelmed, hair flying in all directions, and has a nervous smile on. in the background is a large shadow of riz, only one glowing eye and a shining gun visible. the background is red, giving an eerie feel. End ID]

Kill your best friend

Cheat your way to your rogue teacher

Announce your presidential campaign

Don't let them know how angry you are

LEARN TO RECOGNIZE A MONSTER

[bumblingbabooshka]

Thinking about marriage/women's rights on Vulcan Some may think that T'Pring not being allowed to divorce Spock was because he was going through the pon farr but if she were allowed to divorce him at all she probably would have done that a long time ago, confirmed by T'Pol when she's speaking with Koss, who isn't suffering from the pon farr. She says that he can choose another mate (without invoking a fight it seems: note the difference between a 'mate' and a 'challenger') and after he makes it clear that nothing she says will change his mind about marrying her, she finally threatens to declare a kal-if-fee. It's clear that Vulcan women cannot divorce/refuse to marry a man they've been betrothed to under any circumstances if A) He himself doesn't consent to ending their marriage or B) She doesn't have someone else waiting in the wings to be given to in his stead. Though, if the challenger she selects fails to win the fight, she'll have to marry her betrothed anyway unless (again) he decides he doesn't want her after the challenge. That seems like an incredibly unfair system, heavily biased towards men. SNW is an alternate universe in many obvious respects but most egregiously in that T'Pring has a lot of non-canonical agency over her relationship with Spock. It's interesting to me that Vulcan society has women in many positions of power and treats women as equal to men from what I've seen despite these laws. We don't really see Vulcans exhibiting a misogynistic attitude towards women in general but in TOS (perhaps because of its general writing style but it's still interesting to note) both Sarek and Spock take on patriarchal attitudes specifically regarding wives. Amanda says that 'of course' Sarek commands her because "he is a Vulcan and I am his wife." It's worthwhile in my eyes to note that she specifies 'wife' instead of attributing this attitude to women as a whole. Again, with TOS' writing style it wouldn't be out of place for her to say "he is a man and I am a woman." Spock, while in a pon farr induced irritation, states that it's "undignified for a woman to play servant to a man that isn't hers" - again implying that there's something specific about being a Wife in Vulcan society which is different from being a woman in general and demands subservience to a husband. This could perhaps stem from the extreme sense of ownership that Vulcan law has permitted men to have over women. A woman legally cannot point blank refuse marriage. There is no option which guarantees she won't have to marry her betrothed other than death. When T'Pau speaks of T'Pring she refers to her as being 'property' and Stonn, before being interrupted, states he's made 'the ancient claim' - we don't know what this is because he gets cut off but it's obvious they're both using the language of Vulcan law. Men are permitted true freedom to choose. If a woman wants to choose someone else to be with there is no option available to her other than the kal-if-fee which might result in the death of the one she wants to be with. And, if her lover fails, her husband can still just decide he wants to marry her and she'll be forced to. T'Pring gives two scenarios: One where Spock 'frees' her and one where he doesn't - it's still ultimately his decision which is clear when he ends the conversation with "Stonn, she is yours." This again isn't just because of the pon farr as T'Pol also goes through this. Koss can choose another mate and when the option is talked about there's no implication that this would result in any sort of fight (both by the casualness of its mention and by the fact that there's no formal word for it unlike the kal-if-fee.) Also, the fact that Koss does eventually grant T'Pol a divorce and it's all fine means that T'Pol isn't lawfully required to have another man waiting if her HUSBAND doesn't want her. It's ONLY required if SHE doesn't want her husband. Tradition must take precedence over individual desire UNLESS!!! You're a man. Then it's fine. Like, your parents might not be happy but legally you're golden.

[lochlot]

i haven’t finished the show yet but they totally are gay and run away together and live happily ever after right? guys ? right? guys?

[whiteboardartstudios]

I SAID I WAS GOING TO DRAW THAT CAR SO HERE WE ARE (I hope you enjoy this is the stupidest thing I've drawn in months /affectionate)

(I put the image descriptions in the Alt text this time because there's so many images. If it doesn't work please tell me and I'll yeet them in the actual post!!)

happy finale of Wild Life everybody! :D

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Voice from the wasteland

[woolying]

chat how do we feel about j x julia... jjulia.....jcest.....

probably neither of them would fold this easily (considering julia being literally everything j hates/she would make sure julia knows that + julia probably still being just as stubborn and combative and hating j back for not worshiping the ground she walks on) but who cares!!! love wins <3

regardless i think j is weak to pretty girls and that includes herself ig 🫡🔥🔥🙏🙏💯💯👍

[vingler-mirror]

So... we all know that Chapter 6 draws parallels between its characters and the casts of the opera "Tosca": Isolde is Tosca, Marcus is Angelotti, and Kakania, as lovingly said by Isolde, is Cavaradossi

Fun fact: Cavaradossi actually dies in the story. Granted, every major characters dies because it's a tragedy... but what's particularly interesting is the way he dies

Remember that Scarpia forces Tosca to give herself to him in exchange for Cavaradossi's survival? He promises to fake Cavaradossi's execution by making the guns shoot blanks. But just like Tosca, he doesn't play with his part of the deal. The bullets turn out to be real, and Cavaradossi dies for real

So. Dying because of a trick involving a gun... sounds familiar?

Yeah. I'm afraid that Kakania plays too well to the character parallel and almost meets the same fate as Cavaradossi. Props to our girl Marcus for preventing that from happening

[l1-b1]

This song and lloyd… ourgh my heart hurts

[gracebriarwoodwrites]

I write fragile on a dozen boxes salvaged from recycling I forgot to take out before I knew I was moving and my hand shakes even more each time. The lines bleed off the box corners and into me. I'm fragile, you see.