“What happened? Why didn’t we become a Jedi?”
Get in loser the finale is about to start
Cosmo and Wanda?
Golden Elvis
FUCK IT UP WHITE BOY
how can seven minutes feel so long
This gives me STRONG “borrowing privileges “ vibes 🦆🦆
@profkenobi writes my favourite Obi Wan🥺
EWAN McGREGOR as Camerlengo Patrick McKenna Angels & Demons (2009) dir. Ron Howard
Astronomical photographs, Harvard College Observatory, Cambridge, 1890-1920
Captain America: Civil War (2016) dir. Joe & Anthony Russo
Transfer - Bucky Barnes
Description: Bucky hates you…. or so you think.
Authors Note: Yeah, y’all seem to like the angsty bucky fics
Warnings: Angst. Mean bucky
Word Count: 3081 (whoops)
Part 4 - Bleeding is HERE
remember the episode where reid and hotch are locked in the room with the serial killer chester hardwick? yea.
angst?fluff? combo maybe, and fem reader
fraternization was not permitted between employees of the bureau. your heart had already froze when penelope called you to let you know agent rossi interrupted her steamy shower with kevin from the other floor.
imagine how much trouble you would get into if someone found out your feelings for your unit chief then.
you, him, and reid were on the way to cleveland. he had already asked you a few times if you were sure you wanted to come along. this was a killer who targeted women, and while your presence might provoke the inmate to reveal more, your boss put your comfort first.
it made you feel bad to imagine this man’s hands manipulating you the way he was controlling the steering wheel for the entire drive. luckily reid kept the car ride conversation, while you forced yourself to stare out the window.
as if it wasn’t bad enough that he was your boss, and 10+ years your senior, he had a wife and kid at home.
it came as a surprise when you walked into the prison and had to consciously focus on the serial killer in front of you.
maybe you weren’t as comfortable as you assured hotch. too late for that.
chester hardwick did react to your presence, but not in the way your team members hoped. instead he instigated your unit chief, pushing him past his patience.
so when hotch told you to buzz to let the doors open, you didn’t expect the smile on the killer’s face.
your heart stopped when he told you the guards wouldn’t be back for at least another 13 minutes. and it dropped right to your stomach when he held up the crime scene photo, looked dead in your eyes, and told you it took him less than five to accomplish that.
“unfortunately for you,” hotch got up, drawing hardwick’s attention to him while he smoothly put his body between you and the inmate’s. for the spilt second you could, you saw your boss’ eyes harden, jaw locked, before his back turned to you. he started to remove his suit jacket. “i’m not a 5’, 100lb girl.”
from your peripheral, you saw reid’s expression nearly mirroring yours, until your eyes drew to hotch’s dropped tie and you realized he is 100% intent on fighting a serial killer to protect you two.
you blanked out at that point.
you were new on the team, new to being out in the field. of all the cases you seen, majority were against women, you knew that, you experienced firsthand the way this world treats women, but never, never, did you ever think you would be in this situation.
the racing heart and beating in your ears subsided slightly at reid’s interjection. his erratic rambling blanketed by profiling distracted hardwick, letting you realize you were gripping harshly onto hotch’s ironed shirt. you didn’t let go until the guards came.
hotch ushered you out quickly, leaving reid to gather the belongings.
“wait in the car,” hotch told him, “we’ll be there in a minute.”
reid nodded and left.
you couldn’t look up to met hotch’s eyes. you simply listened to the sound of reid’s shoes on the concrete floor subsiding as you relived what just happened.
then, as if in a fairy tale or some other happily ever after, hotch’s hand came to the back of your head, pulling you into his chest. his cologne filled your senses, the heat from his body brought your mind back down to earth, in an instant you brought your fingers back up to his shirt, and let the few tears you could muster fall in silence.
you stood there for a silent moment, only broken when he said, “i’m sorry.”
you didn’t respond. you were an fbi agent, you would work through it, heck, you might even go through worse things, but you let him believe you needed to be comforted for the selfish reason that you knew you would never get this opportunity again. you’d never get to feel him against you again, listen to the pattern of his breathing again. have him hold you again.
that was reserved for his wife.
he was someone else’s man.
✧ SEBASTIAN STAN SHARPER, 2023 dir. Benjamin Caron
“i’m in my slut era” i say as i open tumblr to read fanfictions of characters who don’t exist
Gerard Way drawing, taken by Frank Iero.
babe are you okay i saw you reblogged Gerard Way drawing taken by Frank Iero
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Lord Morpheus x Deity!Reader (Goddess of Nature and Music)
summary: In the wake of his own capture, his queen was imprisoned too.
word count: 971
warnings: angst, seriously, this is angsty, blood, Morpheus wants to burn the Waking World to ashes
author’s note: My first Morpheus work, and we’re directly starting with something short and angsty xD I’m so unhappy with how this turned out, but I’m pushing myself to upload these types of works anyway because I’m my biggest critic and all that. Plus, I’m shitty at writing pure angst. But we’ll deal with this for now before we’re gonna turn to the fluffy part of writing for this god of a man <3
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hi, hope you're doing well. could i please request #22 (hiding their face in the other's neck) from the intimate moment prompts with dream?
I hope you enjoy this!🥰
22. hiding their face in the other's neck
Warnings: Nightmares
It had been many months since your last nightmare.
It had been so long that it took your slumbering conscious a little while to recognise the experience, to act on the jolt of adrenaline that shot through you as you realised that you were being chased. What it was chasing you, you had no idea, but you felt the sharp scratch of branches against your arms and legs as you ran through the woods and heard its terrible roar not far behind you as it crashed through the undergrowth.