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Tim Roth in Deceiver (1997)
#my body had an insane reaction to this gifset that i fear i cannot digitally verbalize lest i get banned#james wayland#tim roth#deceiver
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GAME OF THRONES
1.05, The Wolf and the Lion
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Kyle Gallner as Joel
SMILE (2022)
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ok gonna try and work on drabbles this week so !!! would u rather see me prioritize the leftover friday the 13th reqs (slashers, horror movie characters, etc.) or the ryan gosling character reqs?
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GALAXY QUEST (1999)
dir: Dean Parisot
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when i get thru a few more pieces of sam rockwell media so i can do a drabble event with his characters >>>
#thankfully i think i've seen all (?) of the fan favorite ones#aka charlie's angels + mr right + galaxy quest + iron man 2 + jesse james#sam rockwell#let me know who yall would wanna see *cough*
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seeing i have 157 asks in my inbox not including the ones i have drafted i am so sorry yall JDSKLFJADSKFJSDK
#i should be more active now i just was finishing a class and had two internships going on and thought i was gonna die#but im fine i survived <3#need to ease back into writing so maybe i'll work on the drabble reqs i have leftover from friday the 13th and gosling sleepover#we shall see....#i also wanna get my perry fics out in time for szn 2 of outer range but idk how plausible that is bc it's so soon!!!#and only like 2 ppl like perry so...
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liking armpit hair is a sign of wisdom and emotional maturity
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if tumblr had the myspace mood status feature
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Anonymous requested:
Can you make a gif of the scene in Mr. Right where after Francis handcuffs himself to Hopper, Hopper than replies with “This is bad”
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simptasia requested:
hello, love ur stuff! theres a bit in mr. right i like so i paused the movie to request it from u right away: the bit where francis/sam rockwell dude is like “you should smile more, you’d be more popular!” and our dear tim smiles and dude says “see, thats a nice smile!” i thought that was really cute! please and thank you
#I GIGGLED SO LOUD WHEN THIS HAPPENED I LOVE THE TIM SMILE AHHHHHHH#bc he has two smile styles and this one is the one that makes me crazy#tim roth#mr. right#hopper
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Sam Rockwell + dancing (1/?)
⮡ Mr. Right (2015)
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Sam Rockwell as Francis
MR. RIGHT (2015)
#like....#sorry as a dual tim and sam girl watching this while high.... yeah... yeah...#*weakly with my voice cracking* help#mr. right#francis#sam rockwell
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may everybody who supported this genocide, actively partook in it, mocked and celebrated the mass slaughter of palestinian men, women, and children never know peace in life or in death. never forget their crimes and how world leaders continued to let it happen.
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spotify users: what is the current title of your daylist and what are the first three songs?
#desiderium relatable thursday evening#let the light in by lana#wasted summers by juju<3 (idk that one)#the way things go by beabadoobee#ok just listened to wasted summers and i do know this song i just didnt recognize the title LJFDSKLFJDSK
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I was gonna wait to draw some more fanart of this Scream AU and post them altogether but I am impatient.
This is based off of @f1nalboys Scream AU where Randy joins a band in college (he also dyes his hair red and has snake bites) but I’m not really happy with it yet more to come hopefully 🤞
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GOD BLESS AMERICA AND GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS! 🗣️🗣️🗣️🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
Gotcha Something - Bo Sinclair
Bo Sinclair x Fem!GN!Reader
something short and sweet! happy valentines day guys! enjoy this thing ive been cooking up for a bit and failed at the execution <3
WORD COUNT: 1513
WARNINGS: nice gift gone sexual fr, bo is a perv but hes OUR perv, photos of reader in sexual situations, brief descriptions of wounds and past abuse from bo, stockholm syndrome is our readers defualt setting now, reader has the same scars as bo, bo calls reader his 'girl' but no genitals are mentioned. some nsfw photos and a hint of recorded sex but nothing actually graphic. slight somno mention in one photo. mostly proofread but hey im just a guy
“Happy Valentine's Day, darlin.” Bo places the package onto your lap, sinking down onto the couch beside you. You glance at him with a cocked eyebrow and he grins, something sinister hidden underneath the charming exterior. “What? You ain’t expect me to getcha something?” He asks, placing a large hand over his heart, tsking at you. “You’re my girl, remember?”
He purrs into your ear, the springs of the couch creaking with his shifting weight. He taps the package with his fingers and sits back, waiting. You pick the gift up carefully, letting out a hum at the weight of it. “You wrapped it in newspaper?” You ask, a hint of teasing in your voice, and he snorts, shrugging. “Did a pretty good job, honestly.”
He watches you with an amused expression as you carefully untape the package, pulling the leatherbound photo album out with an awe-filled gasp. “I do good?” He asks you smugly as you fawn over the barely-decorated cover, fingers brushing over the black sharpie. ‘You and I through pictures’ was written in his familiar scrawl, all capital. “Fixed up that old camera I had, been taking photos. Figured I should put it to use.”
“I love it already.” You say and you mean it, you do. You can’t quite remember the time before him, before Ambrose and the suffocating walls of the garage and his house. Leaning over and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, you look back down at the photobook with a small smile. Flipping it open to the first page you gasp, the smile falling as you stare down at the first photo.
It was a polaroid of you. Taken from behind in the garage, you look at yourself looking at the wall of fan belts, one hand down by your thigh, the other reaching upwards to grab one of them. Whoever had taken this photo, Bo you assume, had been hiding from you, the camera taken at a lower angle, the corner of the counter in the bottom left of the frame. Your eyes drag down to the scrawled message just below the photo.
“July 17 ‘20. First Time Meeting.”
“You looked so fuckin’ sexy that day.” Bo whispers, his arm sliding across your shoulder to bring you a little closer to him. You keep looking at the photo. “Knew I had to have you. You remember that?”
You nod your head slightly. “Mostly. It’s hard to remember anything before the garage.” You admit, looking at him. His smile falters, his jaw setting, and you’re quick to continue talking, a flash of panic in your chest. “But I remember meeting you! Your smile, your charm, you know?” You say, forcing a smile, eyes searching his. “I thought you were so cute, I just needed your help to make a move, right?”
“That’s right.” He says, and your shoulders dip as you breathe out in relief. You look back at the photo album, letting your finger trail down your frame in the photo. “Glad you broke when you did,” he purrs into your ear, his hand on your upper arm squeezing tightly for a moment. “That way I got to keep ‘ya. Would’ve been such a waste otherwise.” You hum, agreeing with him. Of course you agreed. Before Bo, you had too many opinions, too many thoughts in your head. He helped you realize your place wasn’t out there in the world, dealing with the headaches of everyday bullshit, it wasn’t here by Bo’s side, helping him get through the day and letting him put up with you. “Keep goin’.”
He sounds excited, leaning forwards to grab his pack of cigs and lighter from the coffee table, lighting one and taking a puff as he watches you flip to the next page. This photo is dated a day later, but the photo makes you wince. You were strapped to the chair in the garage, your face cut to hell, duct tape over your mouth, your eyes filled with tears and fear. You can barely make out the red and raw skin on your wrists and ankles due to the grain and you let out a shaky breath when Bo’s fingers lovingly run along your wrists, the warped skin warm to his touch.
You glance up at him and see his eyes transfixed onto your wrists, a pleased smile on his lips. “You used to cry for so long,” He whispers, pressing his thumb against the scar, the cigarette dangling from his lip. “In the beginning. Used to piss me off, kinda like a dog whinin’.” He chuckles, finally letting go of your wrist. “Kinda turned me on, though. Hearin’ you beggin’ me to let you go, to undo your wrists…”
“Yeah, I know it turned you on,” you say with a slight laugh, tapping the next photo, dated a month and a half later. “See? You even wrote ‘Our First Time’ on it.” This photo does bring a smile to your face. Your face is covered by your hands, dried blood on your wrists, your legs spread wide for him. Your shirt hung off your shoulders and if you think hard enough you can hear the sound of his knife cutting through the fabric. Bo’s jean clad legs could be seen in the bottom of the frame where he was positioned in between your legs. They were unbuttoned and showed off his freckled stomach and the thick line of hair that disappeared under his boxers.
He had been surprisingly gentle that night, lighting the melted down candles and playing jazz on the stereo upstairs. Bo had laid you down on the dirty mattress, his eyes taking in every single inch of your body, his grip only tightening when you attempted to cover yourself. It had been the turning point for you in some strange way, seeing that side of him. It made you realize that he had been telling the truth; you did love him.
“Still just as tight,” he says, his attempt at a compliment as he takes control of flipping through the album. Each photo causes you to blush harder, squirm in your seat. A photo of his cock inside you, bruise marks on your thighs. Another showed you on your stomach, wrists held back by his belt, hand prints on your ass. You strapped to the chair with a smile on your face and a fresh cut on your cheek. You looking up at the camera through your eyelashes and a pleading look. A photo of you sleeping and his cock pressed between your lips.
And those were just the photos where you were mostly aware of the camera.
The end of the photo album had three photos to a page, a quickly scrawled date and word next to each one. The photo of you in the kitchen wearing Bo’s button up shirt at the stove was captioned ‘10/13/21. Cooking.’ The one of you asleep in Bo’s bed was captioned ‘11/08/21. Sleeping.’ You fixing up Bo’s mechanics uniform, 12/23/21. Sewing. You reading a book on the couch, 1/02/22. Relaxing. You with Vincent and Lester at the kitchen playing a boardgame surrounded with pizza and beer, 5/28/22. Game Night. You hunched over a cake with your tongue poking out and a piping bag in hand taken from the hallway, 9/18/22. My Birthday.
“You really took all these?” You ask, glancing at him. He seems a little bashful now, his cigarette smoked down to a stub for once. He shrugs, putting the cigarette out onto the ashtray and settling back against the couch. “I love it, Bo.” You say, your voice cracking slightly. “This was sweet.”
“Yeah, well… figured you deserved it.” He says with a roll of his eyes, eyeing you carefully. Sure, some of the photos were perverted, and it chronicled exactly what he put you through in the very beginning, but it showed that he had planned to keep you from the very beginning. You give him a quick kiss, deepening it by placing your hand on his chest. “Really loved it, huh?” Bo teases, kissing you back. He gives you a sideways smirk when you move to straddle him, his hands instantly resting on your hips.
You fiddle with the top button of his shirt, biting back your own pleased grin. “For your gift, I was thinking…” Bo cocks an eyebrow at you as you trail off before you lean in, whispering in his ear. “Maybe you can get that camcorder from Vinny and use it tonight? Whatever you want?”
“Whatever I want?” He asks, amused, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. His eyes are dark. “Guess I need to do sappy shit for ‘ya more often then if it gets ‘ya like this for me.” He grabs your hand, bringing your wrist to his lips quickly before he’s gently pushing you off of him. “Get on to the bedroom. Don’t think about takin’ those clothes off; I want the camera to see it all, darlin’.”
#AND GOD BLESS MY BOOKIE BEAR FOR WRITING THIS MASTERPIECE#mutuals: f1nalboys#fic rec#bo sinclair#house of wax#bo sinclair x reader
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