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Close to the Enemy (2016)
#damn harold#you sexy man#sir 🥵🥵🥵#what a hottie#sexy ass mf#hello handsome#harold lindsey jones#close to the enemy#my sweet alfredo#my heart#❤️❤️❤️❤️#alfred molina
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I feel like such a bad fan I’ve just realized Carlos has worn an earring TWICE and I’m just now seeing it I’m literally speechless
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what is with men being mad any time a woman raises her voice where did that even come from. someone posted a video of a small electrical explosion, and the top comment was of course the woman screams. the second comment is women try not to scream challenge, level impossible. i had to go back and watch the video again. there is, somewhat fainty, a little gasp emitted off-camera, more of a yelp than a scream. it is mostly lost in the crack of the explosion. afterwards, you hear her voice, shaken, say, are you okay?
i am helping one of my friends train her voice pitch lower, because she wants to be taken seriously at work. she and i do each other's nails and talk about gender roles; and how - due to our appearance - neither of us have ever been able to be "hysterical" in public. we both appear young and sweet and feminine. she is cisgender, and cannot use her natural voice in her profession because people keep saying she appears to be "vapid". we both try to figure out if our purposeful voice lowering is technically sexist. is it promoting something when you are a victim to it?
a storm almost sends a pole through a car window. in the dashcam, you can hear the woman passenger say her partner's name twice, crying out in alarm. she sounds terrified. in the comments, she is lambasted for her lack of calm. how is that even fucking helping?
in high school, i taught myself to have a lower voice. i had been recorded when i was genuinely (and righteously) upset; and i hated how my voice sounded on the phone speakers when it was played back. i was defending my mom, and my voice cracked with emotion. it meant i was no longer winning the argument: i was just shrieking about it.
girls meet each other after a long summer and let out a little joyful scream. this usually stops around 12-14, because people will not tolerate this display of affection (as it has the effect of being passingly annoying). something about the fact that little girls can't ever even be annoying. we are trained to examine each part of our lives (even joy) for anything that could make us upsetting and disgusting. they act like teenage girls are breaking into houses and shrieking you awake at 3 in the morning. speaking as a public school educator: trust me, it's not that bad, you can just roll your eyes and move on. it does not compare to the ways boys end up being annoying: slurs in graffiti, purposefully mocking your body, following you after you said no. you know, just boy things.
there's another video of a man who is not allowed to yell in the house, so he snaps his fingers when he's excited about soccer. the comments are full of angry men, talking about how their brother is unfairly caged. let him express himself and this is terrible to do to someone. eventually the couple has to address it in a second video: they are married with a newborn baby. he was trying not to wake the infant up. there is no comment on the fact women are not allowed to yell indoors. or the fact that it could have been really alarming or triggering for his wife. sometimes i wonder if straight men even like women, if they even enjoy being in relationships with them.
for the longest time, i hated roller coasters because it always felt inappropriate and uncomfortable for me to scream. one of my friends called me on it, said it was unusual i'm so unwilling. i had to go to my therapist about it. i don't like to scream because i was not raised in a safe situation, and raising my voice would have brought unsafe attention towards me. even when i am supposed to scream, it feels shameful, guilty. i was not treated kindly, so i lack a basic form of self-protection. this is not a natural response. it is not good that in a situation of high adrenaline - i shut up about it.
something very bad is happening, i think. in between all the beauty standards and the stuff i've already discussed - this one feels new and cruel in a way i can't quite express. yes, it's scary and silencing. but there's something about how direct it is - that so many men agree with the sentiment that women should never yell, even in an emergency - it feels different.
is the word shriek gendered automatically? how about shrill or screech? in self defense class, one of the first things they tell you is to yell, as loud and as shrilly as you can. they say it will feel rude. most women will not do this. you need to practice overcoming the social pressure and just scream.
most women do not cry out, even when it's bad. we do not report it. we walk faster. we do not make a scene. what would be the point of doing anything else? no matter what we do, we don't get taken seriously. it is a joke to them. an instagram caption punchline. we have to present ourselves as silent, beautiful, captivating - "valuable."
a woman is outside watching her kids when someone throws a firecracker at them. she screams and runs towards her children. in the comments, grown men flock together in the thousands: god. women are so annoying.
#warm up#writeblr#this one has bothered me for a bit#any time a woman does something even passingly annoying we treat it like a fucking crime#hey man. women are allowed to be annoying. everyone forever is allowed to be passingly annoying#as long as they aren't hurting anyone/thing#like u wanna know something? i find it super annoying that men don't wear seatbelts#why arent there thousands of comments on driving videos thats just like : men try not to die in a car crash challenge#''this briefly annoyed me''. okay??????? AND????????????????? go get ur self a cookie and calm down about it#ur not entitled to control other ppl's experiences and emotions just so u can maintain ur own peace#if being briefly annoyed ruins ur whole day! you! need! therapy!!!!#men try not to become immediately angry about nothing challenge: level impossible#ps author is nonbinary. we didn't even get into the gender presentation thing#the fact men think it's SEXY that my voice is on the lower end....
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the only way id accept jazz frequently going undercover as a decepticon in fanon is if how he does it is just by being nice and funny. like i bet any decepticon would spill massive intel if they met this guy who made funny jokes and offered to clean their guns sometimes. sure they'd like to punch the rookie around but they mellow out pretty quickly and soon enough they're telling the new guy every detail they know about high command over a few drinks and letting him through restricted areas
#decepticons: i like you funny man#here let me tell u this funny story about high command#every other week there's a security leak bc guards keep letting jazz through#no more sexy jazz who sleeps for info#merc mumbling
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LETS FUCKING GO KAMPF
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dr watson in his 60s, tanned by the sussex sun, returns to his old service on the outbreak of WW1
this outfit is not historically accurate at all, but i really wanted to draw how i imagined watson in the gorgeous WW1 era h/w fic The Presbury Letters
+ bonus homecoming to angry bee husband
#are you guys proud of me it's my first h/w kiss <3#holmes/watson#acd holmes#acd johnlock#sherlock holmes#john watson#minh art#the file name for this is all quiet on the watson front#i made old man watson a little too sexy im afraid#like damn holmes. you let THAT go to war
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Rip Bill Cipher, you would have loved Chapelle Roan.
#“one thing led to another” yeah ford?#the book of bill#gravity falls#bill cipher#stanford pines#billford#theyre awful. i hope they explode#digital art#fanart#pre-betrayal ford#??? idk#young ford pines#my artwork#fan art#digital drawing#curse you stanford pines and your six fingers that are hard to fit on one hand!!!!#i actually lowkey dont like human bill interpretations because it feels like theyre trying to make it sexy#THAT MAN had a situationship with a shape. NO YOU CANT IGNORE IT#shitpost#artists on tumblr#my art
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will never not think about drooling all over logan howlett’s thick, strong arm as he holds you in a headlock (18+)
he’s splitting you open from behind with a steady, strong pace. you can hardly move, the weight of his body against you, using it to press you into the bed, and each thrust of his hips has you moaning loud into the crook of his arm.
how your body melts, eyes rolling back, unable to string coherent words other than his name, still a little dizzy from the way he had pushed your head down against the sheets earlier. but now his one free hand is running lines up your sides, and lips wet lips against your ear, letting you hear the low grunts and groans he limits himself to.
sometimes logan lets you hear an occasional, breathless “fuck,” or a choked moan when you squeeze against him.
he brings a string of kisses and nips up your nape, so he can kiss your cheek. it’s sweet, a gentle gesture, only amplifying the pleasure that each deep snap of his hips brings, lulling you to euphoria.
you could die there, happily, in the embrace of his arms, the heat of his body while his cock fills you entirely, fucking you so perfectly, claiming you with teeth at your neck, rasping your name against your skin.
#i wish he was real what the fuck#i want him so bad#that big old sexy man#logan’s honda odyssey#logan howlett drabble#logan howlett smut#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x fem!reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett x y/n#logan howlett imagine#logan howlett fanfiction#logan smut#logan x reader#logan x you#wolverine smut#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#reader insert#deadpool and wolverine
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, in the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy,moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious,gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and i’d still ride.
#i need him#i want him#need him#i am normal about this man#i love him#spencer x reader#so hot and sexy#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid#spencer reid criminal minds#hes so babygirl#i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises#spencer reid smut#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid x you#spencer reid imagine#bau team#criminal minds fandom#jason gideon#criminal minds fanfiction#dr spencer reid#It’s a craving not a crush
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Gotta appreciate how Black Leg "I'm unlovable, you deserve better than being burdened with me" Sanji is one of those characters that gets shipped with everyone and their moms. Rightfully so, because everyone wants him, he's just very blind to how amazing he is.
#zosan#lusan#sanami (in a lesbian way though)#sanuso#sanji x viola#acesan#oh and those dudes in punk hazard (i think) that said he was sexy#sanji x pedro#sanji x some#yes that's the pink haired girl from wano#sanji x cosette#as in the girl from wci#lawsan#fuck it— sanji x all the stealth black fanatics out there in the north blue!#(I see you basil hawkins and x drake)#ive also seen sanji x tashigi#sanji x crocodile too#OH- AND SANJI X GOL D ROGER#i mean— we also have the canonical sanji x pudding (one sided)#this man has it all he just doesn't know it#black leg sanji#one piece#and sanji x me#of course#OMG I FUCKING FORGOT#SANJI X GIN#allsan#? i guess
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David Tennant from The Times Magazine - September 14th, 2024 promoting Rivals
for Tennant Tuesday (or whatever day this post finds you)
#for heaven's sake#this man can be ridiculously sexy#and also a big cutie#thank you stevie for making his hair floofy#I like it#david tennant#rivals#tennant tuesday#stuff i posted
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Resting against Astarions shoulder while he feeds on your neck from behind. One arm around your waist and the other holding you at the base of your neck. Gently rubbing his fingertips against your skin while he moans and you can feel his length getting harder against the small of your back and- *annoying fade to black*
#I cannot function rn#thinking about this man feeding and being very gentle about it#I also just watched interview with a vampire and-#hgngng#if finding vampires sexy and romantic is sick then i'm terminally ill#*cough cough*#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion#astarion baldurs gate#romanced astarion#astarion x you#astarion x reader#freakstarion
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Appreciation post for Hugh’s little side smile 😩
#oldermen#my husband#zaddy#older men do it better#aesthetic#hugh jackman x y/n#hugh jackman is daddy#hugh jackman x you#hugh jackman x reader#hugh jackman smut#hugh jackman imagines#hugh jackman edit#hugh jackman#wolverine headcanons#wolverine edit#wolverine xmen#wolverine x men#wolverine#wolverine x reader#x men wolverine#wolverine smut#logan wolverine#wolverine x you#wolverine imagine#my man fr#feral for him#he’s so sexy#he makes me feral#huge jackman
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I giggle to myself a little every time I see someone complain that Sebastian gets twink-afied. Cus like- it wasn’t the fandom who did that (entirely), this mf did it to himself.
Your telling me that this back arching, eyelash batting, floor knealing, long haired, long lashed, pursed lipped, smirking, eyes half lidded, long legged, skinny waist, birthing hipped, flexible, androgynes as hell mother fucker DOESN’T look like he’d want to fuck your dad?
#this was a little much ik#but you get what I’m saying#like everyone was so sold on the idea that Seb is like big macho sexy man when he really never has been#sure these panels are newer but I feel that it just shows what the character has evolved into#Seb is a very attractive character#but he’s not attractive in the same way that a gruff manly character would be#he’s pretty#why can’t we just accept that HES PRETTY#black butler#kuroshitsuji#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#black butler memes#kuroshitpost#black butler manga#my post
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Could I pleaseeee request Showtime fanart…? 😭❤️
I actually enjoy them quite a lot
#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc caine#tadc pomni#showtime#I still cant figure how to draw caine#im sorry tumblr sexy man#I dont draw you enough
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Trouble (Eric Draven x Rebel!Reader)
Bill Skarsgard, covered in blood and acting feral as he violently kills people to avenge the woman he loves?? Yeah, that really did a number on me….but I couldn’t help but fall in love with Eric’s quiet character in the first act so pls enjoy my ramblings! 💕
Eric Draven Masterlist
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Summary- Eric's carefully guarded solitude is disrupted by a bold newcomer who seems to be trouble incarnate.
“I wanna get in trouble.”
A voice, sudden and electric, broke Eric from his reverie as a figure’s shadow fell across the intricate lines and shadows of his drawing. He glanced up hesitantly, shielding his eyes from the harsh sunlight behind you. His eyes were met with the sight of you – a tempestuous spirit with wild, untamed hair that cascaded around your face like a mane, defying the order and discipline of this facility. There was a glint in your eyes, mischievous and daring, that seemed to challenge the very atmosphere around you. You loomed above him, a figure of restless energy, waiting for a response that he was unprepared to give.
“What?” he managed, his voice barely above a whisper, a stark contrast to the boldness of your intrusion.
You grinned cheekily, and with an audacity that left him momentarily stunned, you stepped up onto the picnic bench he was perched at, planting yourself so that you were sitting on the table as if it was your own personal stage. Your feet, clad in worn, oversized sneakers rested casually on the seat in a silent declaration of your disregard for rules. “Don’t you?”
Eric blinked at you, his brows furrowed as he hastily pulled his papers closer, as if to shield them from your encroaching presence. “No.”
“No?” you parroted, a suggestive playfulness tone to your voice. “But this place is so boring.”
He glanced around the yard, taking in the stark reality of the rehab facility, his eyes lingering on the chain link fence with its towering barbed wire glinting menacingly in the afternoon sun. “It’s supposed to be,” he said with cold detachment. “And you’re not supposed to be fraternizing with me.”
You followed his gaze, casting a sly look to the guards who stood at the back door, and a smirk danced on your lips. “Uh oh, I wonder what the consequences for that will be.”
Eric wanted to roll his eyes at your attitude. This was how all the newbies were when they came in: brash, defiant and convinced they could outwit the system. They came in with fire in their eyes only for it to be extinguished within days by the crushing reality of their situation. Nobody stayed trouble for long. He watched as their bravado withered, soon to be replaced by resignation. And the ones like you – those who pushed the boundaries with reckless abandon – often found themselves confined to solitary confinement, their spirits slowly eroded by the wright of their own demons.
“You think I could seduce one of these guards to sneak us in some contraband?” you asked, raising your brow in a conspiratorial way as you nodded toward a pair of male guards standing near the backdoor, idly chatting and sharing a cigarette.
Eric’s gaze traveled over you, from the oversized, ugly pink sweatshirt that swamped your frame to the untamed hair that framed your face like a wild halo. You spoke of “us” as if any semblance of companionship existed between you too. There wasn’t. It was just him and his solitary existence. He had no need for friends, no desire for connections – especially not from someone like you.
“No,” he said finally as he returned to his sketch, hoping his blatant disinterest would be enough to drive you away. “You need to get off the table.”
He could feel your eyes on him, your gaze almost too intense. When you tilted your head, studying him in amused disbelief, he knew what was coming. Another newbie thinking they could crack him open like some sort of nut, put together the broken pieces like a puzzle. He kept his attention on the drawing, hoping you’d take the hint and leave him alone.
“C’mon, you don’t look like someone who’s this much of a stick in the mud.” Your voice was playful, teasing but Eric could sense the challenge beneath it. His silence seemed to fuel you, as if his resistance was exactly what you were hoping for. “What’s your name anyway?”
He hesitated, hating how you were forcing him to interact with you like some needy puppy. “Eric,” he muttered, keeping his gaze locked on the drawing.
“Eric,” you tasted his name on your lips quietly. It grated on him, the way you spoke as if you already knew him, already had him all figured out. “You’re an artist, huh? I bet you’re all dark and broody, right? The strong, silent type?”
His jaw tightened, his pencil pressing a little too hard against the paper. He didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of him, but he could feel your words digging right under his skin. Dark and brooding? Strong and silent? You didn’t know anything about him, didnt understand the darkness that lingered in the corners of his mind, the weight of the silence he carried, yet here you were, already trying to pin him down with labels. And typically, Eric didn’t care what anyone else here labeled him with, but your unnervingly amicable voice was something he wasn’t used to. It was almost laughable, except it wasn’t. It was annoying.
Your words struck a nerve. He remained quiet, instead choosing to focus on the shading in the corner of his page, tried to drown out the sound of your voice, but he knew his silence was betraying him. The tension in his jaw, the way his grip on the pencil tightened – it all gave him away, and he could almost feel you noticing it, filing it away for later. God, why couldn’t you just leave him alone?
Then you leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a whisper for only his ears to hear. “You know, I think you want to get into trouble. You’re just too scared to admit it.”
His eyes snapped up to meet yours before he could stop himself, his heart racing at the sudden intensity in your eyes. And there was something in your gaze that unsettled him. Annoyance flared up first, hot and defensive. But beneath that, he felt a flicker of . . . curiosity. And he hated that too – hated that you were getting under his skin. What the hell did you even know about him? What gave you the right to pry into his life, his thoughts.
“You don’t know anything about me,” he retorted, his voice sharper than he intended, the words escaping in a rush of defensiveness.
You shrugged, unbothered by his tone, a playful smile tugging on your lips. “Maybe not yet, but I’m good at figuring people out. And I think you’re bored out of your mind here, just like me. You’re dying for something – anything – to happen.”
Eric shook his head, forcing himself to look back down at his sketch. “You’re wrong.”
Even to his own ears, the denial sounded weak, and that only served to deepen his irritation.
You let out a dramatic sigh, stretching your arms overhead, and Eric resisted the urge to glance up. “Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find me. I’m always up for a little fun.”
“Fun,” he echoed, the word leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He wasn’t even sure why he bothered to respond, but something about your persistence was unraveling him bit by bit. “That's what got us in here in the first place.
You paused, and for a second, Eric thought maybe he had finally shut you up. He looked up and caught a flicker of something else in your expression, something serious that made his chest tighten with a feeling he couldn’t quite name. But just like that, it was gone, replaced by that infuriating grin.
“Maybe,” you said, your voice softer, thoughtful in a way that made him uneasy. “But maybe that’s what will get us out of here too.”
Eric watched as you slid off the table, landing lightly on the ground. For a moment, he thought you might actually leave him alone, and the relief that washed over him was sweet. But then you turned back, hands stuffed into the pocket of that oversized sweatshirt, your grin still in place – though it didn’t seem to reach your eyes quite the same as before.
“See you around, Eric,” you said before sauntering off, as if you didn’t just turn his whole world upside down in a matter of a few minutes.
He stared after you, watching as you kicked at the feet of another unsuspecting patient who grumbled at you as you passed. His mind raced, his drawing forgotten, the lines and shadows now blurring together in an indistinct mess. He hated how you so easily managed to disrupt his carefully-constructed isolation, how you made him think about things he thought he’d buried a long time ago. He wanted to believe you were just another reckless newbie, just another faceless patient in a sea of addicts who would burn out soon enough. But something in the pit of his gut told him you were different – something he couldn’t shake.
In the silence that followed your departure, Eric was left to grapple with the realization that the trouble you brought was not just a disruption, but a catalyst for change, a challenge to his solitude. And now as he returned to his meaningless drawing, he wondered briefly if perhaps your indelible, chaotic presence was exactly what he needed to rewrite his own story in the hell hole.
And that scared him more than he’d like to admit.
Tagging some of you who seemed interested!
@apolloanddaphnis @one-of-thewalkingdead @m00npjm @maimai-0603 @redwitchbitch1 @at-midnight @fandom-fanatix @spoiled-bat13 @alinahdee @mrsalwayswrite
#i’m just a girl#I see a sexy man covered in blood and I have to fantasize#i could go on#the crow#bill skarsgard x reader#bill skargard#the crow 2024#bill skarsgard imagine#bill skarsgard fanfiction#eric draven#imagine#eric draven x reader#eric draven x you#bill skarsgard x you
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