#you’re still embracing that franchise

[dykeomania]

i’m also really sorry but continuing to actively promote a brand or a franchise that is notably guilty and complicit and even exploitative of what’s happening in palestine not even just financially but promotionally (continuing to write for said franchise, continuing to repost things relating to said franchise, at all) is morally counterproductive and contradictory and i just have to say that because i feel like no one else is going to

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: yandere, captive reader, Stockholm syndrome

♡ FEM reader

“I’m back,” he calls out softly once opening the door.

You’re already there—must have heard him drive up then padded over—standing there, wordlessly awaiting his kiss. You don’t notice it yourself, though he does, how you get up on your tippy-toes and meet him halfway. You’ve been doing it for a while now. It’s really cute. And so he doesn’t say anything on it—doesn’t want to spook the habit.

“Welcome home,” you say, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you soft and snugly against his chest—smiling at how you nuzzle into it—yet another cute thing you’ve started doing lately.  

“Mh-thank you, sweetheart—feels good,” he coos into your hair, petting it smoothly while you stand there, neither of you pulling away. “What did you do today?”

You sigh and sink further into his embrace, mumbling, “Same as any other day…” almost sulkily. “Just waiting for you.”

He chuckles, “Oh, that’s not true. I saw you watching something—anything fun?”

You hum, hiding your face in his chest, mumbling into it, “Not really… just binging another franchise they decided to ruin...” You shift and look up at him, keeping your chin on his chest while grumbling, “I don’t understand why they’d reboot something just to completely disregard everything it originally stood for—and all the effects just make it look cheap.”

He can’t help but chuckle again, ruffling your hair with a fond smile. “You’re such a nerd.” He could eat you up the way you are right now, plated on a silver platter for him all so willingly. “A cute nerd, though.”

You pout, “Honestly, what’s going on out there? I barely understand anything I’m watching anymore—it’s all alien to me.”

His hug on you tightens, but you don’t flinch like you used to—even as the look in his eyes darkens along with his words. “Yeah, the world’s gone mad. You’re better off in here.”

You smile then—agreeing for once. It’s also a new and adorable habit. And then you unzip his jacket for him, helping it off his shoulders and hanging it up for him—all so naturally. Looking back at him while asking, “And how was your day?”

He smiles while beholding you—to think such a question would ever leave your lips all so domestically—it’s enough to make his chest swell. Then with an exaggerated sigh, he whines, “Absolutely horrible without you,” wrapping you up in another hug, this time from behind, nuzzling his chin into the ticklish skin of your neck—making you giggle. Arms around your front, swaying you back against him. “Every second, I was counting down ‘til when I could come home to you.”

“Is that right?” You grin at his gesture—twisting around so that you could look at him straight. Slouched as he stood, all but draping you with his taller form—eyes leveled with yours, half-mast and adoringly admiring you like his most precious thing—his sweet loving girlfriend.

You cup his face in both hands, thinking the same of him—your sweet loving boyfriend. You’re about to kiss him, but then, struck by the thought, there’s a sudden freight in your chest that follows, and you jolt back as if he’d burned you.

He stills, warm expression twisting to one of concern. “Hey—” Stepping after you with his hands laid on your forearms, giving you a small squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

“I—” You don’t know, you think. Something’s off. Something’s not right—about his touch, about your heart, about all of it. “I’m just…” 

You think about it, eyes skittering over his face—did you always look at his face? Since when did he become so familiar? Since when did you walk around wanting to see it?

“I just…” the words feel all strange in your mouth, but there’s no denying there’s truth in them. “I missed you.”

His features blank at that, blinking at you. “Oh…” Then he softens—smiles with a chuckle, “Well, I’m home now, so…” His head slants, looking at you in askance as he gently brings a hand up to thumb your chin. “What’s with this pouty face?”

You bite your lip. There’s so much noise in your chest—so many conflicting feelings. You’ve begun missing him when he’s gone—when he leaves you. You’ve started wishing for his return, spending your day in wait. Since when did you start doing that?

It’s not right.

“I’m slipping,” your voice is shaken and weak, eyes welling up with thick water enough to have him look blurry—you shake your head and squeeze them shut—making the tears fall quickly. “I’m not supposed to miss you—” you cry. “That’s not right. I’m not—you’re not—”

Not your boyfriend.

“Hey, hey, sweetie. It’s okay,” he cuts your sob off with two warm hands placing themselves on your wettened cheeks, holding you tenderly. You layer yours on top of his, feeling it’s the only thing keeping you from spiraling into oblivion. 

“It’s okay, sweetie,” he coos, smearing out your teardrops, making them dry. “It was gonna happen sooner or later, right?”

Your eyes peel and look at him—through the veil. His face is a comfort—though you feel strange seeing it as such, when you know, even though most of you has decided to forget, that he’s a psychotic stalker who’s kidnapped you and held you captive for what must be closing in on a year already.

“Don’t feel bad—it’s only natural,” he assures, pulling you into his chest again—both arms around you snugly with his chin on top of your head, gently rocking you from side to side. “Everything’s fine. So you’re losing your mind a little—we’ll just find something else for you to think about. Right? Is there anything you want? Anything I can get you? More clothes? Sweets? Something fun? Maybe you can take up another hobby?”

He loosens his hold to look down at you—his face warm with devout for you, with a wordless vow saying he’ll do everything, give you anything in return for your happiness.  

You love him, you realize then with a shudder.

You’re in love with your crazy captor—your batshit lovesick oversweet captor who shares your bed and treats you like a spoiled pet. And it’s so fucked up—so, so very fucked up, so very fucking fucked up. But it’s true—you’re in love with him. And you have been for a while.

“What do you say?” he asks in hope.

Yet, you can’t say it out loud. No, not yet—it still feels all so wrong. But, at the same time, you don’t think there’s a need for you to put it into words for him. He’s always known you better than you have yourself, after all. And that wholesome smile on his face says it all—he already knows.

“No… I just,” you start, staring into his eyes—those full-loving eyes that look at you as if you’re the only thing of value in the whole entire world. “I just want…” It’s a scary confession—both admitting it to yourself and him. “You.” 

You look down, curling your fingers into his shirt.

“I don’t need anything else.”

It’s the truth and nothing but the truth—albeit a somewhat sad truth. It’s your one wish—your only wish. You just want him—to stay, to hold you, to kiss you. You can’t even think of wanting anything else anymore.

“Oh, well, that’s easy, isn’t it?” he says, stroking your cheeks, fishing for your shy gaze—smiling once hooking it—pretty teary puppy eyes, lost and looking for directions. 

Don’t worry—he’s here to help.

“Where do you want me then, sweetheart?” His lips near your forehead. “Here?” He gives it a chaste kiss, earning your sniffle, then ducks down to your neck. “Or here, maybe?” Giving that a kiss as well, this time with more behind it, sucking the skin with a soft bite. 

“Or maybe…” His voice is low, and it makes your skin buzz with a desire just as dark—shivering with it as his lips ghost yours. “Here?”

You hang in his hold, leaning after it.

But he just smiles, “Tell me, sweetheart—where do you want me?”

Your lip wobbles, brows cinched as your balled fists needily pull him close—yearning for it.

“Everywhere.”

♡ BNHA – Deku, Kirishima, Hawks ♡ JJK – Geto, Gojo, Naoya, Toji ♡ HQ – Kuro, Oikawa, Miya twins ♡ CSM – Yoshida ♡ BLLK – Reo, Nagi

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[smoshyourheadin]

spencer idea!

he is having the reader over for like the 3rd ish time yes they met on a dating app

but this time reader is so excited because it’s their first sleepover and they play games and hang out!!!

I’ll Make You Banana Pancakes

pairing: spencer agnew x f!reader

a/n: ANON I LOVE THIS!! ugh he’s so cutie. also this is short n sweet but i hope u enjoy either way!!

requests are open <33

it started with a swipe. spencer's profile, with pictures of him at comic-con and a shelf lined with action figures in the background of a picture of him and his friends, caught your eye immediately. your heart raced as you read through his bio, filled with references to your favorite games, movies, and tv shows. you couldn't believe your luck – it was like someone had designed a profile just for you.

your first conversation was effortless, flowing from one topic to another as you discovered more things about him that you adored. within days, you were spending evenings chatting about your favorite franchises and playing runescape together. you’d already met in person a couple of times, each date better than the last, leading up to this third and much-anticipated meeting.

and so here you are. stood at his apartment door, heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. he opens the door, and his warm smile puts you at ease instantly.

“hello there.” he says

“general kenobi!” you reply, in your best greivous voice.

he smiles widely at this, and you step inside. you notice the table set up with your favorite snacks – sweet and salty popcorn, sour patch kids, and a mt dew kickstart. the gesture is small but meaningful, and it made you feel seen, your chest growing warm as you settled onto the couch. you feel a blush creep up your cheeks. being known in this way, having your preferences remembered, makes you feel special. it’s a new feeling, one that makes you feel really, really happy, but vulnerable almost. you’re kind of shy at first, not knowing what to do with yourself, but the comfort of his presence makes it easier to relax.

you start with a few rounds of mario kart, laughter and warmth filling the room as you battle for first place. after a particularly intense race, you pull out your secret weapon – a copy of spyro for the ps4. you flash him a confident grin.

"watch me crush this," you declare, eyes sparkling with excitement. “it’s my party trick!”

as you play through the fight between spyro and gnasty gnorc, you expertly navigate the world as you chase and headbutt him, eventually earning all 500 gems.

you stand up and raise your hands in victory and shout “OH YEAH! told you!”

sitting back down, spencer tells you how impressed he is, and you bow. he tells you all about how he and his friends used to play spyro as kids, leading you to spend hours reminiscing about your favorite childhood games. the conversation flows, and by now pretty late, so you decide to watch cowboy bebop in his bedroom. cuddled on his bed, the familiar intro song plays softly as you sing along. it’s a perfect end to a perfect day.

eventually, you lie down with him, your legs tangling together under the covers. the closeness is comforting, a silent promise of many more nights like this to come. you drift off to sleep with a smile on your face, feeling safe in the gentle embrace of his arms.

the morning comes around, and you wake up to the sound of soft jazz music spilling from the kitchen, and the delicious aroma of pancakes. you then tiptoe to the kitchen doorway and watch him for a moment, completely absorbed in his movements. the sight makes your chest warm with affection, and you can't help but giggle softly.

your giggle catches his attention, and he turns around with a smile.

“morning princess. sleep well?” he says, turning back around to the stove

“mhm.” is all you manage to reply, head still foggy with sleep.

you walk over to him, heart swelling with emotion, and you gently kiss his cheek and lean your head on his shoulder, the moment feeling both intimate and perfect. you stand there in the kitchen, surrounded by the scent of pancakes and the sound of old jazz, enjoying the simple but profound pleasure of being together with your dream man. and you were happy.

[twilghtkoo]

HI!!!! TOTALLY LOVE YOUR WORKS!!! but I wonder if I can request a haechan drabble where his s/o putted a lot of lipbalm on her lips and haechan said it'll go to waste so he'll kiss her and say he's sharing it with her. HSJSHSJSBSJSNSJNS

pairings. haechan x streamer!reader (f)

genre. fluff, established relationship

warnings. shy haechan?? small make out sesh, mentions of zelda again bc i love zelda

notes. THIS REQUEST IS SO CUTE??? thank u anon for requesting this ! i hope you enjoy this just as much as i did writing this one :D

haechan masterlist | main masterlist

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“i blocked and muted anything related to zelda because i do not want spoilers!” you exclaim into your mic, mindlessly scrolling through your playlist on spotify to play another song.

user same i blocked and muted everything bc my game doesn’t get here til the twentieth

user same

user i like playing new games going in blind it’s exciting

“me too, i love it. even though the trailers and concept art drops give away a bit but not too much.” you agree to the last comment you read.

user how are you

user hiiii yn

user how long have u been streaming

user is haechan home?

“i’ve been streaming for two hours and thirty-eight minutes,” you answer. “and haechan is almost home actually!”

“oh let me show you guys my new wallpaper.” you excitedly say, minimizing your current windows, displaying your wallpaper to the viewers.

it’s just a screen capture of a scenery from one of your favorite game franchises, the legend of zelda twilight princess. an official illustration that shows link on his horse, epona, with the master sword in his hand, looking handsome as ever in his green tunic. princess zelda and the twilight princess in the background and wolf link in front. the colors are so pretty and you’re very proud of it.

user oh my god that’s so cool

user tp yessss

user who is that fine man

user that is fire

“that fine man is link–“

knock knock.

“who?” speaking of the devil. your favorite person walks in, staring at you quizzically with his work bag hanging off his shoulder. he looks absolutely ravenous and you want to thank his parents once again for giving birth to this man.

“hi babe!” you chirp, straightening your posture as you weakly hold out your arms in the air, waiting for him to walk into your embrace.

he cradled your head against his tummy, being careful of your headset. his hands move down to the area just below your ears, pulling you in for a kiss but you slyly dodge him. haechan rarely kisses you while you are streaming, he doesn’t like showing that in front of thousands of people. but he can get affectionate and touchy sometimes, so he’ll pull you towards him with his back facing the camera and blocking both of your lips.

“haechan’s home guys,” like it wasn’t that obvious…

you grab your tube of lip balm that was across your desk, quickly and evenly applying some to your lips. when you rub your lips together, it feels a bit thick but you try to ignore it.

he hums, “that’ll just go to waste, let me get some.” he cups your face again, pushing your chair with his knees to make room for him to stand in front of you. you instinctively place your hands on his waist from the sudden movements. he bends down, his face inching closer towards yours and it’s like your brain goes haywire because your lips quickly connects with his before you attempt to shove him away.

you know where this is going.

he lets out a whine, “kiss me.”

you giggle, your head is still in his hands. you try to look at your monitor, already forgetting you had a live audience. haechan noticed your concerns, he turns his body slightly to tap your mic, turning it off so viewers can’t hear anything.

“now kiss me.” he says impatiently, the corner of his lips curving upward in a smirk.

you roll your eyes before your eyes flutter close and you let him indulge. he takes his time kissing you, long and slow yet hard, and he’s smiling into the kiss.

“ok enough stingy,” you managed to say in between kisses.

you can feel your lip balm being smeared all over your lips and around, all sticky and uncomfortable.

he chuckles, he bite on your bottom lip gently pulling on the flesh as he pulls away slowly before resting his forehead onto yours. a familiar action that makes your thighs clench together.

“you’re calling me stingy when you weren’t gonna share,” he points back, ruffling your hair before he turns your mic back on.

you look at him once more. “aigoo, look at you!”

you grab his wrist before he manages to walk away, pulling him down so he can show his face. his lips are glistening from your make out session and his cheeks are all red.

he gasps when he sees his reflection, immediately straightening up so he’s out of frame.

user theyre so disgustingly cute

user i feel like we’re interrupting something even tho we were here first

user GET A ROOM

user in front of my sandwich too?

you cackle at his reaction, too distracted by him to be reading the comments. tapping the mic once again with your hand.

“look who’s shy when you were begging to kiss me in front of twelve thousand people.” you jokingly tease.

“yah! is it a crime to kiss my girlfriend?”

[the-bad-guys-2-reportage]

🟢The Bad Guys 2 director & producer confirms Diane Foxington won't have a smaller role in the sequel!

They know of her popularity

Pierre Perifel: "Yeah, she has her own kind of storyline here. And we love her so much. She’s a badass. But, to answer your question, I think we saw the reaction of people to this character, and we knew we needed her. She’s definitely a big part of the franchise."

Damon Ross: "I mean, I’d say the character of Diane Foxington really popped in the first movie. You get a little taste of her in the trailer, but she’s definitely in the second one, and she’s kind of a scene stealer. She’s really fantastic. The chemistry between Wolf & Diane is incredible"

Bonus: about the new message of the movie:

Pierre Perifel: "I think that message is still relevant. It will always be somewhat relevant, because it’s really the story of these villains that are becoming heroes through their journey of life, really, and therefore looking for belonging from a society that hates them. In this story, I think we naturally were led to a different path. In this first movie, our bad guys are changing. They embrace a new life, Wolf, in particular, embraces a new life and drags the whole gang down with him. Like, alright, we’re bad now, but we’re going to go good. And he feels responsible for the rest of the gang, just dragging them into this new life. And it turns out, this new life after prison, where he thought it would be easy to be accepted by society and embraced, it turns out it doesn’t work like that. You come out of prison, you’re still an ex-con, you’re still scary, because he’s Wolf and people don’t trust him. So we start the movie there where Wolf is quite scary, and realising that it’s not easy to live a normal life."

Damon Ross:"I think he feels slightly, I mean, we’re not on the nose with this, but he’s slightly guilty. He’s pitched this good life to the crew, and he’s dragged them away. What seemed like a great thing for “the bad guys” with this new life is not all it’s cracked up to be. He’s like, “Well, what was the right choice? Did I do the right thing?” Wolf ultimately is tested with his decision to go good with this new female crime team,The Bad Girls, who are going to lure them back into the bad life. It’s bringing (the crew) out of retirement and asking them to do one last job."

Interview from theaureview & GamesRadar

Based on the books by Aaron Blabey

[araybiaaa]

I love your writing style can you write an au of how sofia would celebrate rafe’s birthday since it’s s drew birthday today 🥳

“I can’t get ready with you standing behind me like this,” Sofia condemns, albeit playful as she looked up at Rafe through the reflection of the mirror. Her free hand, the one that’s not holding onto her eyebrow pencil where she’d been previously primming her eyebrows into a perfect accentuation—brushed against the nape of his neck, tugging him down to her lowered height as she embraced him in a soft kiss.

“We’re going to be late,” She whispers against his mouth, though she hadn’t taken any initiative in retracting from the embrace either as their soft kisses continued onward.

Rafe’s hands rounded around her body, his fingers caressed along the velvety silk of the wine colored dress that she’s wearing.

To say she looked beautiful would be an understatement; too trivial in its description. She was breathtaking—wearing the silk dress that complimented her slender physique. The thin straps of it perfectly displayed the sharpness of her clavicle and angular curve of her neck.

Its length proceeded just a bit past her thighs, revealing the sleekness of her toned legs. The heels she wore accrued to her height, though still not heightening her fully to Rafe’s as he still had to lean down to kiss her.

Her makeup, though he didn’t fully know the intricacies of it all; looked elegant in its display of her dexterity. It had a natural look making her more effervescent and beautiful.

Rafe dressed himself with ease; wearing a black buttoned down, slacks and matching shoes. It differed from his usual attire but he made an effort of dressing up to par for tonight’s occasion per Sofia’s request. He knew that he didn’t look nearly as good as her, but he complimented his outfit with a gold watch and chain to make up the half of the effort.

It was his birthday and usually, whenever the day comes around every year, he spends it at home on the couch with a cold beer perched in his hand while he watched the entire Die Hard movie franchise. It was never something he celebrated with much excitement after his mom died just before his tenth birthday. To him it was another day of getting older. But Sofia was adamant on commemorating the day.

From mourning his father’s death to grieving his tainted relationship with his sisters, she knows that Rafe’s been feeling lonely recently.

And with it being the first birthday without his father, it was weighing a lot on him emotionally. She wanted to give him a day to forget; where instead of being reminded of all that he’s lost he can celebrate what he still has. When she told him that she had a special evening planned for them, he was surprised that someone had taken such an interest in wanting to celebrate a day that was solely devoted on him.

But being with Sofia has taught him that she was someone who enjoyed displaying her appreciation and love for someone. While he disregarded the day, she treated it as something of grandiose. And though it was unexpected, he was appreciative that she taken an initiative to plan such a spontaneous night for them.

“Just one more kiss.” He murmurs, feeling the upward curve of her lips jutting in an amused smile because she knows it won’t be just one more—it never is.

“You’re ruining my lipstick!” She reproaches, giggling softly when she finally managed to evade his embrace. She sees that her lipstick had transferred messily over his mouth and chin in the midst of their kissing.

She grabs a makeup wipe and cleans his face, shaking her head at him. When she’s done she turns back around in the mirror to continue her last minute primping. “Okay. Now we can go,” She says, giving herself one last look over as she smoothed her hands over her dress.

Rafe nodded, grabbing his car keys and phone off of the dresser before pocketing them. He grabs Sofia’s trench coat, holding it out in front of her so that she’s able to shimmy her arms through the sleeves.

She thanks him and presses a kiss against his cheek, cautious not to smear her lipstick again.

Their arrival at the restaurant comes twenty minutes later.

He parks the vehicle, then clambers out of the car and walks to the passenger’s side so that he’s able to help her out.

The delicious aroma of Italian cuisine invades their senses as soon as they walk inside of the restaurant; it’s so strong that it causes their mouths to salivate and their stomachs to grumble at their hunger. The room is full of people all dressed perfectly soigné—accommodating to the restaurant’s elegance.

Turning his head, Rafe lightly squeezes Sofia’s hand as they approached the post where the maître d’ stood greeting arriving patrons and confirming their reservations. The two of them stood behind, waiting patiently for their turn.

“Hello,” He greeted once he validated the entrance of the elderly couple ahead of them, “Can I get the name under the reservation?”

“Yes, it’s under the name Valdez.” Sofia says.

The maître d’ looked through the list of names that were on the list, furrowing his brow in concentration as he read through searching for her name. “Ah!” He exclaims after seemingly finding it. “Ms. Valdez, reservation for two at one of our patio tables. Wise choice, madam.” He compliments, beckoning over a waiter who arrives in haste.

He informs the young waiter of the location of their table, before turning to Sofia and Rafe as he gave them a smile and said, “Enjoy your dinner.” With that, they’re both expressing their gratitude before following behind the waiter as he lead them through the restaurant and out for side entrance.

…

“You look beautiful, baby.” Rafe complimented for the third time tonight making her smile widely in mirth every time she hears it.

“Thank you.” She says, cutting off a piece of her chicken piccata and shoveling it inside of her mouth. “You look handsome yourself.” She says, watching as Rafe doted at her compliment.

He smiled as he reached across the table to grab ahold of her hand. His thumb brushed over her knuckles, his face softens as he looks at her. “I just wanted to thank you for this. This is the first birthday that I’ve had in so long that’s actually meant something to me.”

For years he spent this day alone, wallowing in his grief. But being here with Sofia has made up for the years of loneliness.

“You don’t have to thank me, Rafe. I wanted to do this for you, because I love you.” She avers, squeezing their hands together. She’s leaning forward, meeting him halfway across the table as he seeks her mouth out for a kiss.

“I love you, too.” He expresses softly with deep vehemence. He steals a few more kisses, only pulling away when he hears the soft hym of a violin playing in the background. He smiles, standing to his feet as he extended his hand outwardly towards her.

“Dance with me,”

Sofia slides her palm against his as he assists her to her feet. He leads them offside; tugging her to his chest as he perched one hand on the small of her back while the other held her intertwined within his. She rests her head against his chest listening to his evened breaths as stood there enveloped in his embrace. They sway along with the violinist, wrapped in their own little fairytale oasis.

He could stay like this forever.

…

“You realize the point of me taking you out for your birthday was for me to treat you. You weren’t supposed to pay for your own birthday dinner. That defeats the point of me taking you out!” She playfully reprimands as they walk into his house.

She crouches over; slipping her heels off of her feet upon entry. She balances her shoes and purse in her hand, stifling a soft yawn behind her other hand as walked further inside of the house. She sets her bag onto the couch and kicks her shoes aside, leaning comfortably in Rafe’s embrace as he approaches her from behind.

His arms wrapped around her, his chin tucked on top of her head as he gently swayed them. “I know, but everything that you did for me tonight was more than enough,” He assures her good naturedly, grabbing her chin and tilting her head upward so that he was able to pull her in for a kiss.

His lips brushed over the slender curve of her neck while his hands squeezed at her hips. She hums against his mouth, reciprocating his feverish kisses. Turning herself around in his arms, she grabs ahold of his hand and tugs him into the living room. “Follow me,” She avers and he follows behind her with his curiosity piqued.

She pushes at his shoulders, causing his back to hit the couch in his fall. She lowers to her knees; working her hands at Rafe’s pants.

“There’s something else I want to give you,”

“Baby, you don’t—”

“Shh. I know. But I want to,” She accents as her fingers pry his zipper down until his pants loosen around his hips. Of course she knows that it’s not an obligation—Rafe never expected sex as a bargain with her, but she wanted to explore this new territory with him.

And with Sofia’s assurances, Rafe nods as he lifts his hips up so that she’s able to tug his pants and boxers all the way down until they’re pooled around his feet. He moans loudly in content; his body nearly disintegrates into the cushions the moment he feels Sofia’s wet mouth purse around his cock.

His mouth hangs open, eyes flutter hazily, nostrils flare as he breathes ruggedly with his chest heaving. Sofia looked like a vision—her perfectly succulent, pink, prim bow lips were wrapped around his cock; her eyes were lulled over in lust, giving him this coquettish seductive look that nearly had him cuming at the sight—she had a way of doing that, looking so innocent while doing the most vulgar things.

His little Sofia was deceptive like that.

She had the face of an angel; beautiful and effervescent in her appearance. But ravenously lascivious when it comes to sex.

Sofia looks up at him; her eyes doe, feigning innocence, eyelashes sitting high on her cheekbones. Her cheeks were hollow as her mouth puckered around his dick, she maintains eye contact with him, slacking her jaw wider as she swallows him down inch by inch.

Tears sting in the back of her eyes and she nearly gags at the girth of Rafe stretching against the back of her throat. Sofia continues her feat until it’s just a few inches of Rafe’s cock remaining, too big to stretch further.

Sofia croons in the sight of her lovestruck boyfriend as he sits there, reveled in content and enamor as she watched him.

Rafe always looked sexy; but it’s moments like this, where his skin’s flushed, eyes are lidded, lips are red and raw and kiss-swollen, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, that he looks the most attractive.

And it excites Sofia to know that she’s the reason behind these lovestruck looks and has these breathy sounds coming from him.

Her mouth accommodates to his thickness, repeatedly sucking as her tongue licks up all of the precum from the tip. Rafe’s hips thrust upward off of the couch, his hand wraps around the back of Sofia’s neck as he licked his lips, murmuring blubbering appraisals.

“Sof, sweetheart, fuck, you’re so good,”

Sofia hums at the praises as she continued to suck him dry.

The wet warmth of Sofia’s mouth along with the flirtatious looks and firm tug on his dick has him conceding to his arousal. His breathing hastens and he’s biting down roughly on his lower lip, leveling his eyes down at her. “I’m close—” He forewarns, his throat clicking as pleasure bubbles in his bones. “I’m so fucking close,”

Sofia nods, reaching underneath Rafe’s thighs as she fondles his swollen balls, prying his orgasm out of him. That’s all it takes before he’s moaning loudly and shuddering as the thick, warm, milky, fluids spill into Sofia’s mouth. He slumps languidly against the couch, eyes flutter close as he hauls down from his orgasm.

Sofia releases Rafe’s cock with a loud wet ‘pop’, her jaw loosens and she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand after she swallowed all of the remnants of Rafe’s cum.

“I love you,” He murmurs sheepishly, still disoriented and dazed from the post fellacio release. Sofia smiles as she stands shakily to her feet and straddles his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love you, too. Happy birthday, baby,”

a/n: thank you for the kind words and for reading my silly little stories 🥹 this isn’t my best but i wanted to get it out asap for drew’s birthday but i missed it because i saw this message too late lol

[spiralinghours]

“Cream”

Fandom/media: Saw franchise

Ship: Fem/genderbent Hoffstrahm (established)

Rating: 18+ (nothing crazy happens in this installment but you shouldn’t be a minor readin’ my stuff!)

Content warnings: feeding kink/stuffing, belly kink, tight clothing, light humiliation kink, implications of oral, Strahm being dominant and etc… New Jersey mention (lol)

Summary: Agent Strahm admires the domesticity of her girlfriend baking when she gets home from work… But of course it turns kinky because of who they are as people lol.

Author’s note: I wrote this kind of in a rush because I was finally hit with inspiration and didn’t want to lose it. I also just wanted to get to the point with this one. (So, sorry if I missed any spelling or grammatical errors!) This whole piece is less about any actual sex and more about the fetishy foreplay. Idk I may write a follow up to this. Actually… yeah… But that one may be brief too.

Also, I never would’ve thought that the type of fic I write for a torture porn horror series would be soft feeding. Life be that way, huh?

Anyway, enjoy… or don’t!

It wasn’t often, but an evening like this particular one made Strahm feel like she was playing house: coming home at a reasonable hour to the quaint but aesthetically charming home she shared with her girlfriend… And that girlfriend, who also appeared to be home (despite typically keeping erratic police hours) seemed to be productive in the kitchen.

The distinctive scent of confectionery ingredients and a mild vanilla hung in the air, right from the entrance and all the way through the house. Strahm set her satchel and purse on the couch and advanced further in to see what Hoffman was up to.

“What’re you making here?” Strahm leaned against the white framing of the entryway, clip bumping against it and shifting her black bun around.

Hoffman turned with an amused little twist to her thick lips (a subtle form of expression Strahm was used to). She wrung flour and small dough fragments off her hands as she continued to move around the kitchen island, which was currently filled with trays of differing baked shells. “Just experimenting with some puff pastry stuff… Eh, trying to make them creamier or whatever, but these are too flaky, too fragile. Those little crossaint-y type things we had last week at Petit Chou? I’m trying to make those! God, they were good.” Hoffman brought a forearm to her eyes and grunted, exasperated. “Ugh, these cream-filled desserts are gonna be the death of me, though…”

“I had no idea you could bake,” Strahm droned on, entering the space and leaning on a counter, trying to not get in the way (though she was always primed to invade Hoffman’s personal space).

“I… don’t think I can,” Hoffman bumbled. “I googled and YouTubed some things and now I’m here.” She shrugged, some dark long hairs loosening around her neck, falling against her blue button-down. “It’s been a whole thing today.”

Strahm saw the opportunity—Hoffman standing still in thought with nothing in her grip—to slip behind her for an embrace. As she did so, she smoothed her palms over Hoffman’s broad hips, and down over the front of her taut apron, caressing the roundness of her lower belly. “Why? Because baking is so hard, darlin’? Or because you can’t stop dipping in to your own goods?” Strahm’s voice was sharp and teasing, one of her palms pressing more firmly against Hoffman’s hefty curve.

“You tryna distract me?” Hoffman perked a curious brow.

“I didn’t do anything,” Strahm mused behind her, playing dumb and straightforward (and burrowing her prominent nose into her hair). “If you’re distracted that’s on you.”

“Yeah, but… do you wanna distract me?” Hoffman’s silly Jersey accent emphasized in the way the question tapered out from her lips. It was all blunt and sweetly playful.

Strahm made quick work to move and face Hoffman, grabbing one of her wrists and bringing the whole chubby hand to her lips, sucking the dough, cream, and flour from each finger. She lingered on a pinky, rolling her spongey tongue around its plush and delicate skin. “Is this working?”

“A little,” Hoffman hummed, voice dropping deeper into a lustful register.

“Whatever are you gonna do with all these little pastries?” Strahm faux-cooed, a sliver of menace just under the surface. “Come on, sit down and try some of them…”

“But I gotta—”

“I’ll keep an eye on whatever’s baking, I’ll clean up or whatever, just sit down. I want you to eat what you made.” While the sentiment was adoring at surface level, there was a tinge of demanding grit to the last sentence.

Hoffman complied, wiping her hands off on a flour-caked rag before hunkering down heavily into one of the island-height chairs.

Strahm, meanwhile, scuttling around in her tight, black pencil skirt from the day, landed on a particularly abundant tray and carried it over. “They smell so good, don’t they?”

Hoffman nodded dumbly, just eager for a taste, eager for attention.

“Open up, come on, open…”

Hoffman parted her plump lips as Strahm pushed the rolled-up, overfilled shell past them, smearing the glistening red lipstick with pastry flakes. “That’s fucking delicious…”

“I’ll bet.” Strahm purred. “Ooo, one more thing…” She stamped about from cupboard to fridge and returned with a glass of milk, which she held in front of Hoffman’s face with an expectant grin.

Meanwhile, Hoffman had absently reached for a couple more palm-sized pastries, beginning the repetitive string of automatic motions, bringing each little dessert to her lips.

“Ah ah!” Strahm gave a light slap to Hoffman’s sugary hand, which also elicited a sad droop to her blue eyes. “You let me do that.” The grin on her dark rose petal lips stretched cunningly. She drew closer, hooking one long leg over the other woman’s lap, and then the other, slotted and sat securely, chest to chest. Then the tasting resumed.

Watching the way a tray of roughly ten pieces (maybe more, if counting the tiny little “half” desserts that were messed up) became empty fairly quickly sent a clichéd quiver through Strahm. The reality was she was getting hot at the temples, perspiring around the neckline of her shirt, and subtly starting to grind herself against what little space there was on Hoffman’s lap… which really wasn’t much. Her thick gut had only pushed father forward atop her wide thighs with every treat finished, with every full chug of milk.

It was making an animal out of Strahm, who—trying so hard to maintain a composed and sultry demeanor—couldn’t help but grind and rut a little more frantically… eventually hiking her tight skirt up further and pressing her crotch up against Hoffman’s belly. God, it was losing its give, feeling so solid and… bouncy.

“Ugh, could you calm down with that, please?” Hoffman sheepishly groaned, rubbing a sticky, tacky hand across the apex of her gut. A quiet burp slipped out in the process. “You’re sloshing my stomach.”

“Too much?” Strahm leaned in, syrupy viciousness in her inflection. She pressed her warm breasts firmly against Hoffman’s more ample chest and reached to pinch her cheek. “I’m sorry. Buuuut, you should probably finish that other tray there. It looks good, doesn’t it?”

Hoffman simply nodded, eyes cast dopeishly to another nearby tray of slightly more enticing, better-formed delectables. They did indeed look delicious… And who else was going to eat them? She reasoned with herself despite the little bit of churning that was starting to occur within. “Can you just take off my apron first, please?” she murmured to Strahm.

Strahm did so, an evil little grin returning to her lips as she watched Hoffman’s gut expand just a little, just enough, having been held back by the tight apron fabric. “You hungry? It’s only eight more. You gonna eat them for me?” She rubbed a palm appraisingly from Hoffman’s plump waist to the front of her shirt.

“Mmmhmm…”

Strahm reclaimed her place on her lap, perched on just one thigh this time.

One. Two. Three. Four and five. Very soon all of them, all the little pastries, gone. So was all the milk.

With smeared and sticky lips, crumbs nestled in her cleavage, Hoffman was left panting and sighing, raking her large palms up over her exaggerated curves and resting them in the wedge between her belly and her breasts. “Ugh, okay, that’s a lot… I’m pretty full.”

“I’ve definitely seen you eat more than that,” Strahm snarked, playing her black fingernails into the stretching gaps between the buttons on Hoffman’s blouse.

“Well, you were right… Before you got home, I was already eating these as they came out of the oven. Snacking on the filling from the bowl, too.” Hoffman looked off to the side with a coy blush.

“What a surprise,” Strahm mocked softly.

“Ugh, speaking of cream-filled…” Hoffman made a show of patting her wobbling belly before attempting to hoist her hips forward, trying to feel a little less stuck in her chair. Strahm stayed in position, not helping one bit.

“I wouldn’t say you’re totally filled yet,” Strahm mumbled, feeling the heat rush to her face, arousal shaking her voice. She was so turned on it was embarrassing. “I have something else I want you to taste.”

A knowing, silly expression crossed Hoffman’s face, all stupid, blue doe eyes and a lick of her lips. “I have room for that,” she giggled.

[aegor-bamfsteel]

"Dany is nothing like her ancestors and she is going to break the pattern by going to be a good queen."- Dany stans. Only they don't acknowledge that she is repeating her ancestors mistakes. Basically her whole arc is why Targs sucked.

“Däny is nothing like her ancestors…” Better not tell her that:

I am blood of the dragon, she told herself. I am Dænerys Stormborn, Princess of Dragonstone, of the blood and seed of Aegon the Conqueror. —AGOT Dâny II

I am Dænerys Stormborn, Dænerys of House Targaryen, of the blood of Aegon the Conqueror and Maegor the Cruel and old Valyria before them. I am the dragon's daughter, and I swear to you, these men will die screaming. Now bring me to Khal Drogo." —AGOT Dâny IX

Remind your Good Master of who I am. Remind him that I am Dænerys Stormborn, Mother of Dragons, the Unburnt, trueborn queen of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros. My blood is the blood of Aegon the Conqueror, and of old Valyria before him." —ASOS Dâny II

Mother of dragons, Dænerys thought. Mother of monsters. What have I unleashed upon the world? A queen I am, but my throne is made of burned bones, and it rests on quicksand. Without dragons, how could she hope to hold Meereen, much less win back Westeros? I am the blood of the dragon, she thought. If they are monsters, so am I. —ADWD Dâny II

No. You are the blood of the dragon. The whispering was growing fainter, as if Ser Jorah were falling farther behind. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words. "Fire and Blood," Dænerys told the swaying grass. —ADWD Dâny X

Dæny constantly invokes her ancestors/bloodline as well as her dragons to keep herself brave, to impress others, to remind herself of who she is. Her last chapter has her embracing that Tárg legacy (specifically the one that plants no trees aka destruction), not turning away from it for a lasting peace. The Tárg legacy (or at least her idea of it) is a huge part of her character; you can’t say she’s nothing like her ancestors when she keeps invoking their memory and refuses to listen about any of the ill they (not even Aerys II) did.

“She’s going to break the pattern by being a good queen” there’s certain Tárg kings who are considered good rulers, such as Jæhaerys I and Viserys II. GRRM went out of his way in Fire&Blood to show how awful J1 was (to the dismay of a few fans), hanging small folk by their entrails and mistreating his wife/daughters; and he made sure in ASOS that Oberyn Martell accused V2 of poisoning his nephew. Then there’s Dâron 2 and Aègon V, who fandom considers good, but both caused massive rebellions and A5’s obsession with dragons led him to an early grave. Basically every time there’s a Tàrg that’s supposed to be a good ruler, GRRM ends up showing they’re either violent/murderous, abusive, paranoid, prophecy-obsessed, and kinslayers, not unlike the other Tárgs.

“Basically her whole arc is why the Tárgs suck” you’re right that the Tárg legacy is destructive and holds itself up as superior to the exclusion of others. It’s one of the reasons why I don’t like GRRM’s supplemental books on them (other than being a massive downgrade in characters/plot), because their point was already proven with Dâny, and trying to make sorta competent kings confuses the issue (J1 planted trees/built roads, so there’s still a way for D to honor her family but be a good ruler, when it ignores the context of how the Iron Throne was founded). Basically Dâny has a good arc using the Tárg legacy and dragons to give her the courage she lacked growing up, and struggling to balance her wishes for peace with her reality of trying to take the Throne she views as birthright by conquest, all on her own. But I guess GRRM needs more money and HBO needs more to milk out of the franchise.

[randomalistic]

I watched kung fu panda 1 & 2 back to back and Cried. MY THOUGHTS AND FAVORITE PARTS BELOW!!

‪I fucking love movies that are so confident in themselves and their identities. Kung fu panda was never unsure of itself it just went All in on amazing fight choreography and colors and animation and Awesomeness silliness . AND INCREDIBLE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS. ALL THE CHARACTER INTERACTIONS ARE SO BELIEVABLE. No forced heterosexual romance?? (Or ANY romance.) In MY western animated 2008 movie?? What is this????!!!

I fucking love that Tai Lung is hyped up so MUCH to be unstoppable and intimidating throughout this whole movie and yet the final battle with Po is so believable. They didn’t nerf Tai Lung at all to be equal with Po, Po is just so confident of himself and his fighting style is unlike anything Tai has ever encountered. HE HAS NEVER FACED SILLY FIGHTING. That’s his weakness….. He wasn’t silly enough. And throughout the film Po is like. Really doubting who he is and hating on himself but it’s so empowering by the end. He’s just so Him! And IT WORKS!!!!!!!!

Okay ?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There were a lot of really cool shots like this😊😊😊 it’s kind of an anime .

Tai lung is so awesome and idk he’s hot too what else do I say. Great backstory too. Although I wish he had a little more.. why was he so power hungry? Was he just Like That. Fair. Also They make thr villans kind of objectively hot in this franchise. I wouldn’t PERSONALLY…. But if you said you would… I totally get that….

Tigress is the best character also. She was totally living in tai lung’s shadow I wish she got more validation from shifu it’s so sad. I LOVE HOW WELL THE FLASHBACKS SHOW DONT TELL !!!

OK ACTUALLY MAYBE OOGWAY IS THE BEST CHARACTER. I love how they made him so old and trembly. But so wise and at peace . That’s a silly detail but I liked it ok

Also shifu and po’s dynamic is so fucking good. And very cute! HAVE I SAID GREAT CHARACTER INTERACTIONS. The “you may now eat” dumpling bowl scene is the best scene in the whole movie. It’s so delightful.. probably followed by tai lung’s prison breakout and oogway’s passing.. THE RANGE OF THIS FILM!!!!!!

I love the “you’re a monster and I created you but I loved you” thing going on with shifu and tai lung.. I’m crazy.

Oops that’s another tai lung gif it was an accident!!! I would pet him and then I would die

I just wish the rest of the 5 got to have some more character development but there’s Five of them and that’s a Lot . The sprinkles we get of their characters is nice though ! I mean Sprinkles. TELL ME MORE ABOHT VIPER PLEASE SHES SUCH A SWEETHEART. WHAT WAS HER CHARACTER GROWTH WITH NOT HAVING FANGS… tell me….. do the others have something about them too…

Anyways super fuckin iconic movie and beautiful

Another thing I liked was when the characters made Animal Noises of their irl counterparts like tai lung making kitty meow (in pain) and shen making peacock calls while fighting. I just love little details like That okay!!!

Me???? Crying at kung fu Panda 2 ? Po finally coming to terms with his past repressed childhood memories and his village being massacred and from that still being able to embrace who he is in the present got to me ok‬!

Shen is so tragic and Delightfully Evil. He’s so unhinged and he has so much inner turmoil that he Never reflects on constructively. And He’s destructive about it! She’s a sadistic War criminal! And a little bit theater kid. very Theatrical. Kind of gay. “Your parents never loved you” PROJECTING MUCH? ?? 💔💔 AND THE WAY HE JUST ACCEPTS HIS DEATH FROM HIS OWN WEAPON AT THE END. He literally just closes his eyes and Takes It at point blank range. He was not ok. He reached a point of no return the moment he tried to kill off the pandas. AND HE WOULD RATHER DIE THAN SHOW WEAKNESS… HES SO FUCKED!!!and My friend used to have a crush on him. Did I mention cool as fuck character design. I love his metal talon things it makes him that much more menacing

Ok girl your scary

My friend made such a good observation about the inner peace/raindrop motif. The raindrop/drop of water that keeps hitting his head… annoying him… nagging at him… that’s symbolism for his Repressed Memories.. his identity crisis .. the incredible repeating urge to need to know who he is So Bad so much so that he’ll go in DEATHS WAY to know!! 🥴 AND IN THE SCENE WHERE HE RELIVES IT… IT RAINS… AND HES OK WITH IT…. THIS MOVIE IS FUCKING BEAUTOFUL AND I WASNT EXPECTING ANY LESS!!!!!!

ALSO I LOVED THE FOCUS ON TIGRESS / PO INTERACTIONS IT WAS SO CUTE. I’m so happy they’re friends now.. tigress definitely hated him The Most in the first movie . she called him a disgrace to kung fu and everything it stands for To his Face. Ouch ! But they are chill now I think.

They’re so fucking sad and wet here. I love them…

I’m also glad they toned down the fatphobia in the 2nd movie . In the first film Even though it was usually framed as a hurtful thing towards Po, it was also frequently used as a joke thing at his expense💔kinda mean spirited !! But hes still framed as cool and awesome anyways so. Ur giving Mixed Messages….

MR PING IS SUCH A GOOD DAD. WAAUUHGHHHHHHHHHH HE CARES ABOUT PO SO MUCH

There are certain details you might not pick up on if you dont watch these movies back to back also. I like how Mr Ping mentioned he wish he sold tofu in the first movie and then in the second movie he sells both noodles AND tofu now!! It’s just very cute and shows that a lot of care and passion goes into these :)

What a great franchise also. I saw the 2nd movie once on theaters and I only remembered parts of it. I’ve never seen the 3rd movie! And I just might!! DREAMWORKS DOESNT DISAPPOINT!!usually

[merl-merl]

The whole point about Loki as a deity and Loki as the series, is change. Fluidity. Defining one’s self. Sylvie would be a feminist because she believes in freewill, not hating men or trans people. You’re fundamentally missing the point of her character design and journey, along with her foil being Loki. Two sides of the same coin. Better together. I probably won’t change your mind, but hopefully you can learn a thing or two from the series and not be so exclusive in your epistemic chamber.

I do know that Loki & Sylvie are the same sides of the coin. And I do actually think it’s great that Loki can be ambiguous in mythology. But it’s important to reflect that we all conceptualize Loki in terms due to contemporary (unprogressive) gender climate. If I could shape shift it wouldn’t change my identity and I wouldn’t don stereotypes a male based society to define me. Sometimes people do that in fics, and it confuses me. Also, I didn’t claim really specific things about a character that you stated, I just admitted this is the vibe she gave me personally. I’ll explain why down below!

The reason why I said I tend to think Sylvie herself would lean toward radfeminism instead of just ‘feminism’ is because of her, not her ‘self centered ness’, but rather self focus. She had a goal and achieved it. She wasn’t written to simper to Loki, and that because, as you pointed out —along with what I like to label — is that she has the ‘Loki Privilege’ of actually getting to be a character who’s not following the male lead women are constantly are written as. She sees through the designed systems of the TVA, and does believe in free will. She ended up having to raise herself outside of society and time. She’s just Loki (Sylvie), herself. So she probably wouldn’t subscribe to gender norms as much.

It’s the way in the TV show that she gets to be really gave me that unapologetic radfem vibe, as I explained above. If they were all gender neutral and fluid, why is she the only woman variant of ‘him’? There are men around her story that she of course doesn’t go out of her way to hate, but she doesn’t cater to them. She does her thing and takes care of herself first and foremost.

In the show, Loki’s so taken with Sylvie and ends up not holding her back, letting her go through what he did in order to grow. There’s no pressure for her to join him romantically or plot-wise—it’s not a dire thing. He’s actually more supportive of her choices in such a way that he becomes her supporting character, not the other way around. He sacrifices himself for both of them. It honestly felt more matriarchal toward the end. She didn’t lose her own will and strength and personality just because he loved her. At the same time they both changed and grew from each other, learning to accept themselves (self love) and their flaws at the same time — “Love is a dagger”.

In shows, and with Marvel in general, women don’t often get to be Sylvie. It’s getting better now, but it’s still marketed to a huge male fan base in our patriarchal world. It was just such a bit a of fresh air to see a woman character such as her for me, especially in a franchise like Marvel.

Either way, I think it’s nice everyone can embrace characters differently. If you’d like to talk more without being vitriolic and condescending I’d be happy to. This is just my feeling and it’s okay to disagree and interpret things differently. And no I’m not hoping to change your opinion, if you’re happy with your own that’s totally fine.

Cheers! 💚

[rebeccalouisaferguson]

Editor’s note: The following interview was conducted before the SAG-AFTRA strike began on July 14, 2023.]

Rebecca Ferguson is ready for a break. She’s finished her A.D.R. (additional dialogue) on “Dune: Part Two,” the promotion chores on “Mission: Impossible — Dead Reckoning Part One” (her third in the series), and is on her way home to hang with her 16-year-old son and still-friendly first husband in Sweden.

She was prepared to go back to England’s Hoddesdon Studios to shoot the second season of “Silo,” the most popular series on AppleTV+, returning her to the lead role of Sheriff. Not necessary, as the day after we spoke, July 13, SAG-AFTRA announced they were going on strike. “The percentage of people fortunate enough to have a good life as actors have to fight for the other percentage,” she said on the phone.

The 39-year-old actress, who grew up in Stockholm, attended a bilingual English school, and trained as a dancer, has steadily built herself into a major star. Who else goes toe-to-toe with Tom Cruise and returns to do it again, twice, without simply being a romantic appendage? It makes perfect sense that her best friend on the set of “Dune” was Charlotte Rampling. “She’s absolutely exquisite,” she said. “I look up to and admire her ridiculously.”

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The actress rejects the notion of ever “going up against” Tom Cruise, who wanted her for Ilsa after seeing her in the “War of the Roses” mini-series “The White Queen.” “It’s not a battle,” she said. “You go in with the mission of trying to survive. It is written by the incredible Christopher McQuarrie, and Tom is part of that journey. They want phenomenal characters. It merged beautifully, the character [Ilsa] with me: the time, the place, the relationship with Tom all worked with well. The trajectory of this character is so complex and interesting to work with. I asked for a continuation. The story writes itself.”

The actress does not even try to keep up with Cruise. For one thing, she doesn’t perform all her own stunts. If she has to fall out of a speeding car, she leaves that to her beloved stunt double Lucy Cork.

Ferguson did, however, handle the climactic “Dead Reckoning” fight on the bridge herself, she said. “I tend to be running far behind, but I try. Tom is the movie. He represents ‘Mission,’ everything that’s good, and thankfully nothing bad has come from it. You are offered a palette of knowledge: you learn it and do it and embrace it. You also can choose to say ‘no.’ They will find a solution around it, you’re never forced to do it.”

She gamely tried to master riding a motorcycle, and had to earn a license. “You have to learn quickly,” she said. “I had to be ready to shoot soon. It was a 760 Triumph, a big motorbike. I am very strong, but being on one of these on a road in England going fast — the trainer said I was going too slow. ‘I need to get off; it’s not safe. I don’t trust myself.’ No worries! They had other options: Jennie [Tinmouth], the best motorcycle bike rider in the world.”

This “Mission: Impossible” installment boasts more women than usual including Ferguson, Vanessa Kirby, Pom Klementieff, and Hayley Atwell. “‘Mission’ is probably the one franchise that knows how to write storylines for women,” said Ferguson, who takes the scripts as they come. “They break things down; there’s not a lot of going into detail about what happened. You do not talk about it. There’s always reasons why arcs go a certain way,” she said. I control my own destiny [as Ilsa], there are reasons why things happen.” (A very compelling notation, given what happens to Ilsa in the latest film.)

“Silo” has turned out to be the happiest experience of Ferguson’s career, partly because she is an executive producer, but mostly, she said, because showrunner-creator Graham Yost (“Speed”) runs a non-hierarchical set. “I don’t like it when people are more important than others,” she said. “A happy set becomes creative and a safe set becomes a safe space.”

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What’s most important with each character for Ferguson, besides building up the right physique, is to “create a silhouette,” she said. “Then you’ve nailed a memorable figure, say, Cruella de Vil, through movement.” Working with movement coach Alexandra Reynolds (“The Theory of Everything”) she expressed the trauma Juliette stores in her body. “She carries a lot of internal grief and internally, and is socially uncomfortable, and is walking away when people touch her. She’s tactile with her own tools and her own world,” Ferguson said. “I often take on powerful characters and portray regal princesses and countesses and concubines, so my agenda was to completely break down and find in myself the capacity to do something else with Juliette.”

At first when the mechanic is named sheriff, she wants to solve the mystery of her lover’s death. “I find Juliette selfish in the beginning, she’s a broken heroine who gradually realizes there are things bigger than herself,” she said. “I love where we are going to in Season 2. She definitely learns new tricks and things get very wet.”

Next up: “Dune: Part Two” (November 3, Warner Bros.) is in the hands of the editors and composer Hans Zimmer. Assuming the strikes are resolved by October, Ferguson will be back on the promo trail.

Returning to Lady Jessica offered a character in transition. “She starts as a powerful, knowledgeable, magical mother and protector on a quest and a journey to make Paul into the leader,” she said. “She’s on a path to see the creation she has made and how is this new Jessica in relation to what her son has become? He’s more forceful, what does she do? She’s a significantly important person to the Fremen.”

[thelonesomequeen]

I’m sitting here trying to figure out wtf others are so pressed that Chris does cons? Who cares? Like seriously, why is it a big conversation that he does cons? So he gave up playing Steve Rogers in films, that doesn’t mean he’s not allowed to embrace 10 years of his career. That’s how he makes some of his money. He played an iconic character and will be known for that character for a very long time until the franchise gets rebooted eventually in the future. Who cares that Scarlett and RDJ don’t do cons? Chris does cons because he wants to. Scarlett and RDJ don’t because they probably don’t want to. And? Anons, are you upset because you couldn’t go and want to rain on others parades? Is it because you are secretly pissed that he got married (to anyone) and just want to find something to sh*t on him for? Seriously, at this point, if you don’t like him leave the fandom maybe? Because questioning why he’s doing cons is just stupid IMHO. What if someone questioned why you’re doing what you’re doing to make money constantly? If people are paying and still interested in taking pictures and having their items autographed, why wouldn’t he keep doing cons? 🙄

Ariel and I just had this exact conversation minutes ago 🦎

[jaceberg]

[ cis male. he/him ] Welcome to Aurora Bay, JACE BERGERON ! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like LEO WOODALL. You must be the TWENTY-EIGHT year old OWNER OF DRIFTWOOD . Word is you’re STAUNCH but can also be a bit SOFT HEADED and your favorite song is CALL YOUR MOM BY NOAH KAHAN . I also heard you’ll be staying in FISHER COVE . I’m sure you’ll love it!

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THE BASICS.

NAME : jace nathaniel bergeron. AGE : twenty-eight. BIRTHDAY : september 18. SEXUALITY : hetrosexual. HOMETOWN : aurora bay, ca. CURRENT RESIDENCE : seabrook quarter. FAMILY : jocelyn bergeron (mother) , aurthur winslet (father), and unnamed half sister.

PERSONALITY.

+TRAITS : affectionate, magnanimous, & staunch. -TRAITS : airy, boisterous, & soft headed. LIKES : the sea, gaming, traveling, sailing, good company, legos, a strong cup of coffee, legit anything involving the ocean & a cold can pabst blue ribbon. DISLIKES : scary movies, spicy foods, country music (but will still drunkenly sing along. ), ketchup, and his father.

APPERANCE.

Hair : light brown & short. Eye : blue. Body Build : athletic. Height : 6' 1''. Scar/Markings : scar on left leg from getting stuck in a fence as a teen. Piercing : n/a. Tattoos : mothers birth year on chest in roman numerals & traditional sailboat on right thigh for grandfather.

BIO.

( tw. death & terminal illness. )

His mother, a spirited and driven young woman, often dreamt of leaving her small-town life for something more thrilling. When Arthur Caldwell, the owner of a resort franchise, offered her a job as a personal assistant, she eagerly embraced the opportunity. She traveled to multiple countries with him and spent many nights in his company. Their relationship lasted for nine months before abruptly ending when rumors of a possible pregnancy arose. Arthur’s wife promptly insisted that he cut ties with the assistant. Soon after, his mother returned home with a check in one hand, a non-disclosure agreement in the other, and a baby on the way.

Although Jace faced some challenges in his early childhood, he felt relatively happy. He knew that his family was different from others in their town; they lived in a multi-generational household without a father figure. However, he didn't fully grasp the significance of this difference. What he did appreciate was the hard work and dedication of his single mother, who provided for them both, and the love and consistent presence of his grandparents in his daily life.

When he turns sixteen, he experiences the first significant loss in the family - his grandfather. Despite being aware that it was not his fault, he struggles with overwhelming guilt. He believes his actions, such as late outings with friends, constant calls from authorities, and drunken escapades, caused stress for his grandfather. He convinces himself that his grandfather wasted his time and resources caring for a child who wasn't his own. Little does does he know, he was actually his grandfather's world.

At the age of twenty-two, the Bergeron family goes through a series of life-altering events, including uncovering the truth about his father, his mother's passing, and developing a passion for the sea.

He always knew his mother had secrets, like anyone else. She held onto a long list of things she never wanted to be revealed. She wore a facade right up until her last moments. He had a feeling that something was wrong for a while, but every time he asked for answers, she denied him any information. It was as if she refused to face the reality of what was happening. Only three months before she passed away, he found out about her diagnosis. The arrival of the hospice nurse, who set up in their living room, became one of the main catalysts for him discovering the truth.

As soon as he received the news about his mother death, he wasted no time packing his bags. With no clear destination in mind, he simply refused to remain trapped in a home filled with memories. He eventually found himself at the pier, walking onto the first boat that would take him on as a hire.

He had made the ocean his home for several months. He became enamored with the aquatic colors and the freedom that came with being out on the sea. His passport filled with stamps and stickers from the many places he's traveled to, while his tiny room decorated with certificates of career achievements. Although he has a job that offers him plenty of freedom and opportunities to advance, he felt a sense of longing.

Only after completing his first season does he come to realize his true desires. It is in New York City where he unexpectedly encounters a familiar face and reconnects with Emerson Cassidy, reigniting their friendship. A situationship, unfolds over the course of two years until he finally decides to end it. Despite his love for her, he recognizes that she deserves more than someone who comes and goes like the tide. With a heavy heart, they go their separate ways.

At the age of twenty-seven, he sets foot in Aurora Bay, CA for the first time since his mother's passing. The strange feeling of it all weighs heavily on him, especially after the recent loss of his grandmother. He currently resides in his childhood home in Fisher Cove while settling into his new role as the owner of Driftwood Coffee, after inheriting the family business.

HEADCANNONS.

- he's only been back in town for three weeks, as of 6/21/24. - his whole relationship with emerson is unknown to practically everyone, it was very much so a private thing. - due to his last living arrangements jace has a tendency for not understanding boundaries, living in close corridors almost five years tends to do that to people. (so just tell him to fuck off, he’ll understand.) it’s also why he hates being alone. legit loves company at all times ! - currently resides in fisher cove, in his childhood home (x)(x). it's a three bedroom, two bath house with a private dock. - has met his father, thinks he's a piece of shit. - jace's mother was the sole owner/manager of driftwood coffee, and he worked there throughout his teen years until he left. after her passing his grandmother took over ownership, her reign only lasted five years. since his grandmothers passing he has now inherited the establishment. - has a boating license. - currently owns a 2002 Beneteau Oceanis 42CC. his sister (luce) & him sailed/traveled on it this past summer. - proud owner of a magnet collection, and he has collected all of them from his travels. - constantly wears a silver chain with his grandmother's wedding ring dangling from it.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

childhood friends / found family / friends he met during his travels / employees / family friends / bad hinge dates / high school sweetheart / new friends / business mentors / totally up for plotting future plots & brainstorming ideas !

[mistmaya]

Finally got around to watching Puss and Boots: The Last Wish… my head is incredibly full of (extremely positive) thoughts that I just have to unleash on the internet. **INCOMING SPOLIERS**

The premise of the movie already held plenty of promise- a hero down to his last limbs, the classic humbling of an egotist. In this case, a cat on his last life. It´s a set-up that´s honestly quite easy for writers to embrace with a straightforward theme: don’t take life for granted. So Dreamworks could’ve settled for the basic and still produced something pretty good but they did. Not. Settle.

Rather than a slow decline towards a humbling, Puss becomes vulnerable within the first 15 minutes when he encounters Death. From there, his identity-burial and trip to retirement set up the story for not just a lesson on appreciating what you have, but also what you can have if you’re willing to change for the better. It´s sweet, and it gets better with the introduction of Perrito.

Ngl, I was a bit skeptical about El Perrito when the movie began. I’m not a fan of perfect gag characters who simply exist for forcing life lessons upon the main characters and a quick laugh. El Perrito could’ve been one of those guys, but he absolutely wasn’t thanks to the way the writers walked the fine line between taking him seriously and as a joke with excellent balance. The scene where he comforted Puss through his anxiety attack was such a fantastic way of not only acknowledging the tangible effects of mental health issues but also the value of mental health care. (Go therapy dogs! <3) Also the humor drawn out of his backstory was absolutely foul in the best way. I probably busted a lung when he started cussing out the Bears.

Speaking of comedy, Big Jack was an unexpectedly hilarious villain. He really reminded me of how refreshing it can be to have a bad guy without a complex backstory, just some grade A asshole who’s never going to be satisfied even if he’s lived the most privileged life. We’ve got plenty of those assholes out here in the real world so its plenty of fun watching their downfall. Loved him and Jiminy´s interactions.

I already knew from the trailer and plenty of tweets that the animation was going to be impressive, but man, there’s nothing like seeing it in person. The fight sequencing was extremely creative and fun from the start. (Puss vs the Sleeping Giant absolutely had to have been inspired by Attack on Titan and we love to see it.) The detailing form Puss´ goosebumps to Goldí´s necklaces made the whole viewing super immersive. And man. The aesthetic choices (like holy cow that one red and black scene were Puss was running from Death in the Cave of lost souls??) were basically perfect. Pretty, intense, the whole package.

The romance between Puss and Kitty was just zesty enough to not be cringe. Tension, pining, sweet interactions… I’m sold. A solid found family with Perrito, but we can’t forget the most lovable and heart wrenching family: Goldi and the Three Bears. The sibling dynamic was both very real and hilarious to watch. But more importantly, Goldi’s gradual realization was a super engaging side plot that added a great parallel to puss. 10/10.

As for Death… goosebumps man. That wolf whistle was chilling- you can’t help but get the same raised hairs as Puss. A damn good take on the Grim Reaper archetype. Everything about him from his design to his lines had me running mental laps in the theater.

Overall, it’s such a relief to see Dreamworks genuinely valuing creative animation and powerful storytelling- they´ve been changing the game ever since Spiderverse came out. They didn’t really have to put their heart and soul into this movie seeing as it´s already part of one of the most cherished franchises ever made, but they did! And the fact that the movie was rooted in earnest passion really shows!

[halloboy3]

Top 10 Must-Have Halloween Costumes for 2024

Top 10 Must-Have Halloween Costumes for 2024

As Halloween approaches, it’s time to start planning your costume. Whether you’re heading to a party, going trick-or-treating, or just want to impress at a spooky gathering, choosing the right costume can make all the difference. For 2024, the trends reflect a mix of nostalgia, pop culture, and creativity. Here’s a rundown of the top ten must-have Halloween costumes that will surely turn heads this year.

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Barbie and Ken

Following the massive success of the 2023 "Barbie" movie, dressing up as Barbie and Ken is a top choice for couples and friends. With a wide variety of styles—from classic Barbie’s pink outfits to Ken’s laid-back beach look—you can personalize your costume to reflect your favorite character. The 2024 iteration might also introduce more vintage styles, embracing Barbie’s timeless fashion.

2. Wednesday Addams

With the ongoing popularity of the "Wednesday" series on Netflix, this iconic character remains a top contender for Halloween. The classic black dress with a white collar, paired with long, dark braids, makes for an effortlessly spooky yet stylish costume. Don’t forget to add in some haunting makeup to complete the look!

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3. The Mandalorian and Grogu

As "Star Wars" continues to dominate pop culture, a costume inspired by "The Mandalorian" is a must for fans of all ages. A Mandalorian outfit, complete with a helmet and armor, can be easily complemented by a Grogu (Baby Yoda) plush or costume. This duo is perfect for families looking to showcase their love for the franchise.

4. Stranger Things Characters

With the conclusion of "Stranger Things," dressing up as characters from the series is a great way to celebrate its legacy. Whether you choose to be Eleven, dressed in her iconic pink dress and jacket, or the lovable Dustin with his signature hat, there are plenty of options. Nostalgic 1980s attire makes this costume choice even more fun and fashionable.

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5. Classic Horror Icons

This year marks a resurgence of classic horror figures, such as Dracula, Frankenstein, and the Mummy. With a modern twist, these costumes can be made fresh and exciting. Think tailored vampire capes, stylish monster attire, and chic mummy wraps. These timeless characters allow for creativity while still paying homage to horror history.

6. Superheroes and Villains

Superhero costumes remain a staple of Halloween. With the release of new films and series in the Marvel and DC universes, characters like Spider-Man, Black Panther, and Harley Quinn are more relevant than ever. Customization options are abundant, allowing you to choose from various styles and interpretations that suit your personality.

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7. AI and Technology-Inspired Costumes

As technology continues to evolve, costumes inspired by artificial intelligence and futuristic themes are gaining traction. Think along the lines of a humanoid robot or a digital avatar. LED lights and tech accessories can elevate your costume to the next level, making you the talk of the party.

8. Retro 90s and 2000s Nostalgia

With the revival of 90s and early 2000s fashion, costumes from these eras are making a comeback. Think bright colors, oversized clothing, and pop culture references from beloved TV shows and movies. Outfits inspired by "Friends," "Clueless," or iconic boy bands will surely resonate with many and evoke a sense of nostalgia.

9. Fairy Tale Characters with a Twist

This year, fairy tale characters are receiving modern makeovers. Expect to see traditional characters like Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf reimagined in edgy or avant-garde styles. Incorporating contemporary fashion elements into classic fairy tales allows for creativity and a fresh take on beloved stories.

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10. Environmental and Nature Themes

With a growing awareness of environmental issues, costumes inspired by nature and sustainability are trending. Dressing up as a tree, a bee, or a recycling bin not only showcases creativity but also sends a powerful message about protecting our planet. These costumes can be made from recycled materials, emphasizing the importance of sustainability.

Conclusion

As you prepare for Halloween 2024, consider these trending costume ideas that range from pop culture icons to creative expressions of identity. Whether you choose something classic or a bit more avant-garde, the key is to have fun and express yourself. Halloween is the perfect opportunity to let your imagination run wild, so pick a costume that resonates with you and get ready for a spooktacular celebration!

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[chorusfm]

Smallpools – Ghost Town Road

There comes a time in all band’s musical trajectory when they realize when things were lacking a bit of the magic they found early on in their career. That feeling of being “locked in” when the band is firing on all creative cylinders can provide the spark they need to carry on. Smallpools found early success with their debut self-titled EP that had a legendary single called “Dreaming” that was as infectious as it was refreshing. “I feel like our debut EP was a definitive body of work…we were dialed in,” vocalist Sean Scanlon muses. “With this project , we’re dialed back in.” Guitarist Michael Kamerman views it less like a sequel and more like a franchise reboot as he mentioned, “The other music exists and you’re free to revisit it. But we’re back and we mean it.” Ghost Town Road was preceded by an EP and while the original songs that were released from the EP are still here, and remain strong material, the other tracks that round out the vision that Smallpools were going for define a band completely locked in creatively. The band appear re-energized and poised for the next big leap in their musical career. Besides the previously released material, new songs like “Amelia” are well-crafted and have a vibe similar to other Alt-Rock bands, like Foster The People, while still remaining authentic to the music that Smallpools have been known for. It features some well-placed trumpet throughout the track to keep interest high in the music. One of the newest singles released from the set, “Socio-Empath” takes the listener on a journey with heavy synths paired with picturesque vocals from Scanlon, while Kamerman and drummer Beau Luther provide the right landscape of sound to complement the lyrics. The band does a nice job of matching the aesthetic of the cover art on smoky sounding songs like this that are perfect for that night drive into the city. ”Make Like A Dream & Die” offers a bright and shiny reprieve from the brooding synths with an intro that features the band singing mostly acapella before they gradually add in more instruments to round out their approach. The latter half of the song gets back into that comfortable groove of moody, synth rock to bring further context to the style they were attacking here. “Be Kind, Rewind” revisits the simpler times of the 80’s with a vibrant piano-laced introduction before launching into the shimmering chorus of, “Oh hey, are we out of time? / Can we go back to the title screen / Say what we mean and be kind rewind / So stay for another night / When the credits roll, our younger souls / They always know to be kind rewind (be kind rewind).” The metaphors found in the lyrics are well-crafted and showcase a band willing to embrace nostalgia with a blend of nuance to them to keep their sound feeling new and refreshing. The penultimate song of “Paperweight” is a solid reminder of the beauty of well-crafted pop songs that feature a great tempo to them to keep the audience engaged. The vivid lyrical imagery in the bridge of, “Like shattered glass / Bottled up and fractured / Broken past, beautiful disaster /One more wasted song / Washed out conversation / My head twisted off / No more desperation,” is well thought out and makes sense in the overall context of the song. Smallpools were brave to admit that they needed a bit of re-charge or a reboot from the songs they were releasing leading up to what I consider their best work to date on Ghost Town Road. When you realize things aren’t working the way you had hoped, the bravest thing you can do is take a few steps back, zoom out, and see exactly where the shortcomings were originating from in order to source out the issue. Smallpools have their mojo back and it’s a beautiful thing. --- Please consider becoming a member so we can keep bringing you stories like this one. ◎ https://chorus.fm/reviews/smallpools-ghost-town-road/