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991 i hav emerjenci

Wow, what an absolute dumpster fire, right? *gestures broadly* ↓Below the cut↓ are some specific things as a reader/mutual/friend/etc you can do that will make things a little better.

You come across someone posting/using someone else's work without express permission to do so:

INFORM THE ORIGINAL CREATOR/POSTER (OP) DIRECTLY ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Let OP know BEFORE you attempt to engage with the person on their behalf. ✧ OP will probably want to lay eyes on the situation, and, if the person stealing their work is tipped off, they might proactively block OP and/or remove posts before they can be verified as stolen. ✧ Do not harass the person who stole the work. It might be coming from a place of wanting to stick up for OP, but it ultimately doesn't help the situation.

OP is experiencing a hate brigade, nasty anons, or trolling over their fic:

PRIORITIZE ACTIONS AND BEHAVIORS THAT KEEP THE FOCUS ON SUPPORT FOR OP ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Reblog the fic in question with a glowing recommendation or just leave a comment under it expressing your appreciation for it. Both actions will boost the work in question as well as show direct support for OP. ✧ Reach out privately through DMs if you have that sort of relationship, or send a supportive message through asks. Keep it simple and short as they are probably overwhelmed with the shitstorm at certain points. ✧ Speaking up with a supportive comment or post for OP isn't necessarily a bad thing, but arguing back and forth with the trolls/hate brigade/etc. - even if you are doing it with intention to support OP - only fuels the fire, and some of them are doing it for the attention anyway.

OP seems down / isn't motivated to write / is expressing considerations of leaving fic writing altogether because of the current climate on this hellsite:

GIVE THEM THE SPACE OR TIME THEY NEED, BUT ALSO LET THEM KNOW THAT THEY ARE VALUED ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ For the love of god please don't bombard them with asks about when xyz is going to be posted. This is a hobby for them, and they have jobs, families, and other life responsibilities that come first. Many would love nothing more than to sit and write all day, but that just isn't the reality for 99% of fic writers. ✧ Show their older works love, too. Many fic writers take the time to curate an organized masterlist of their works, and many have been writing for a while. There is a trove of wonderful content that can be read or re-read while you patiently wait for your fave to update. ✧ If you're waiting for an update on a specific fic, go back through the older chapters/updates and leave a comment saying you love it so much that you're coming back to visit older chapters while you wait to see what happens next in the story. I guarantee it will give them a boost of motivation for that story in particular. ✧ REBLOG AND COMMENT. Yes, do both of those things. I want you open up a fic you love and scroll down to the bottom where you can see likes, comments, and reblogs. I want you to look at the disparity between likes and comments/reblogs. Clicking a heart button is pretty much zero effort, and it comes across as such to many writers. It's not how Tumblr operates. This is a REBLOG site. That is how things make their way around. That is how posts get engagement. That is how other people can discover the fic writers you enjoy. Look, I even made a meme to show you what it feels like when after hours and hours of writing and editing you finally post a fic and then somebody only hearts it:

Even a simple "I loved this so much and can't wait to read more!" does wonders. A quick reblog that mentions your favorite part in the story is like a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow for writers.

You come across people trashing a writer you like:

CONSIDER IF IT'S HELPFUL OR NOT TO ADDRESS IT ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ People are allowed to have negative/differing opinions about things. If they are expressing their dislike, even in a nasty way, they are allowed to do so. ✧ If it is a genuinely harmful/disparaging conversation, look to see what sort of traction the conversation has. Sometimes it's better to just let something die down before it can even take off. Examples of genuinely harmful/disparaging conversation include but aren't limited to: accusing OP of something egregious without any evidence to support it, framing rumors/gossip they've seen about OP as factual, deeming them criminally or morally corrupt based off a personal opinion they have of OP/their works. ✧ Remember that while serious concerns (like the above point) might be good to share with OP, not every instance of negativity or hate needs to be brought to their attention. If it's just some random jerk on a different platform talking about how much OP's writing is amateur hour, you should probably just leave it be. OP is a person at the end of the day, and sometimes things can be more hurtful than helpful for them to see.

OP isn't acting / responding in a way that you like:

REMIND YOURSELF THAT THEY ARE JUST ANOTHER PERSON IN THE FANDOM AND ARE NOT AN INFLUENCER ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ OP isn't in this fandom to be put on a pedestal (of course there are always exceptions, but I'm not talking about those people) and treated like an influencer. ✧ OP creates works in the fandom because that is how they choose to engage with the fandom. It is one of many ways that people can come together in a community and celebrate an actor/movie/series/etc. ✧ OP is not a content farm. They are writing and sharing because they genuinely enjoy it. They are not being compensated. They are not being endorsed by anybody or any company. They are a normal person trying to take part in a fandom they enjoy. ✧ OP is not obligated to address or comment on a situation, an interaction, discourse, etc. They are not an influencer and aren't equivalent to the parasocial relationships that influencers (aka people who make a living off the internet) have with their followers. OP is not required to "use their platform" for something. It's not a platform. It is OP's personal account where they engage and post in fandom. That is why it exists. OP is not some mega entity that has to speak on something because you demand or expect it.

OP blocked me:

THE CALL IS COMING FROM INSIDE THE HOUSE ════════════════════════════════════════ ✧ Listen, I know it can be hurtful/confusing if you are blocked, especially if it is a writer you really like. I guarantee you that it was not done out of spite and for no reason. ✧ Take a look at the circles you run in, the posts you like, the sort of comments you leave, etc. Many writers are quick to block these days because the climate of this hellsite is very charged and exhausting. If OP sees your username cropping up again and again in fandom drama or you liked a discourse post with a shitty take or your chummy mutual is going off the rails with some bullshit, you might just get caught up in the Block Party. ✧ Don't go through another channel/account to ask why you've been blocked. No, you aren't entitled to a reason. OP is allowed to protect their mental health and peace, and they don't owe anyone an explanation of why and how they choose to curate their experience on this hellsite. ✧ If you believe you were blocked by mistake (which, again, is very unlikely), just take the L, homie. I know that's not what you want to hear, but that's just how it is.

If you took the time to read this, share it, or just in general intend to apply it to your interactions, ✨thank you✨!

Here is a Pedro gif tax for your time and attention. 💜

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Too Sweet - David Loki.

Inspired by the song ‘Too Sweet’ by Hozier because I’m obsessed with it!!

Disclaimer: I haven’t seen anyone do this yet but if it has been done please let me know!! ☺️

Pairing; David Loki x f/reader

Warnings!!: brief smut, oral f/recieving, angst-ish, colleagues, alcohol consumption, grumpy x sunshine, mention of crime/murder, knife mentioned, violence, etc.

Summary: David is profoundly attracted to his colleague but tries to stay away due to her sweet nature, which very much juxtaposes his. sulky nature. (key word- tries)

It can't be said I'm an early bird It's ten o'clock before I say a word Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well?

7:20 am , the clock read as you walked in. Coffees situated in hand as your pretty summer dress swayed softly.

“Hey Bill! Morning Sandra!” You greeted everyone in the morning with coffee and a smile, it’s was that time between spring and summer where everything was bright and made life feel worth living.

You fixed your eyes on Detective Loki, who had his nose buried amongst some case files and a frustrated grumpy look across his sharp features.

Taking out a black coffee from the holder you trailed over to him. You two weren’t exactly friends but you had a desperate need to be liked by him. Maybe it was because he was always so stern and earning yourself a smile would make you feel like a winner, or maybe it had something to do with the fact you were ridiculously attracted to him? Well, both things can be true simultaneously.

“Detective Loki, coffee?” You smiled down at him whilst extending the cup towards him in hopes he would accept your kind gesture.

Peeling his eyes away from his paper he met your gaze after you said his name.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” He said in his monotone voice.

He grabbed the cup from your hands, lightly brushing over your fingers but snapped his head back to his paper in a matter of seconds.

There was nothing profoundly interesting on the paper but he didn’t want to engage with you. Just the thought of your company was overwhelming, never mind when you were handing him coffee and saying his name in such a sweet tone of voice. The smell of your perfume, your pretty summer dress and the sweetness that surrounds you would sweep him up in the blink of an eye. You were gorgeous, smart, likeable. You didn’t need to be getting involved with an older bitter man like him.

He did however wonder how you remained the way you are in a job like this. I mean how at seven in the moring are you considerate and nice? He imagined that you slept the way a princess would, other wise it would be a true mystery not even he could solve.

Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

The huge trees howled and peered down at you. Trapping you in as the screeches of crows was the only noise to be heard amongst the dismal scene.

You and Loki had been sent to a barren camp site out in the woods where two suspects had been reported as camping out. Realistically, you shouldn’t have been there, one because you quite literally weren’t suppose to be but had to be because Loki’s partner was off sick. And secondly, because most of your colleagues doubted your ability and thought infantilising you came from a place of concern rather than blatant misogyny.

Loki, however, didn’t want you there because the thought of just being alone with just you made him want to place his head in his palms. You had only exchanged a couple words as far as a sentence can go and you clearly liked to talk. He wasn’t so keen. He anticipated the awkwardness from the minute his supervisor had told you to go with him.

The crunching of leaves could be heard as the two of you stalked through the woods.

Loki spoke to you lowly as he kept his eyes on the tree line rather than you “These men are dangerous. You let me get them okay.”

You scoffed lightly which prompted him to turn his head to you, with his same expression he always had.

“Believe it or not, I am a fucking detective too. I have a gun strapped to my waist. I’m not an idiot”

Your sweet personality had been lost recently, which was most likely from the frustration of people assuming because you were nice you had to be weak too, and embarrassingly, because you still felt as though Loki was never going to crack. There was something about his cold nature that drew you in. You just wanted him to see you, which felt impossible.

You’re hostile attitude shocked Loki, it was quite attractive the way you stood your ground when he was so accustom to your soft spoken self. He raised his hands slightly as he apologised “Okay, sorry. You're right.”

You both continued to walk in silenced until you could see a campsite through the trees. There was a tent, a blazing bonfire, and some belongings scattered about. Loki protectively stood in front of you as you both spotted a man sat on a log, one which looked exactly like one of the two suspects.

Loki ran towards the man with his gun drawn and shouted “STAY FUCKING STILL!”

You followed behind quickly as Loki wrestled the man to the ground and cuffed him. Even if you were wrapped up in hostility you couldn't help but admit to yourslef that it was one of the hottest scenes you'd ever witnessed.

“Think you can run from me mother fucker.” Loki grunted as the man tried to wriggle his way out of the cuffs.

As Loki was taking care of the sicko criminal on the floor you heard movement from the tent. A man quickly appeared holding a knife but he tried to run from you rather than at you. You chased after him and trapped his foot, sending him flying to the floor, the knife flying from his hand and landing in a brush. Loki had noticed this and leapt up to come and help but you already cuffed the shouting man.

“YOU FUCKING BITCH! I’LL KILL YOU LIKE I KILLED THOSE OTHER WHORES!”

Back up had turned up shortly after to come and collect the two men. You stood by the bonfire and watched as the men were shoved into vans. A feeling of adrenaline consuming you as well as a deep sadness for the women who weren't saved from the foul men.

Loki slowly approached you scanning over your drained features as he stepped closer to you.

“Good job today (y,n).” It was blunt and pretty vague but honestly gaining validation from your older attractive colleague was rewarding and his presents dragged you from your depressing thoughts.

You smiled at him, your face illuminated by the orange flames as the sun started to set. He stared back at you whilst trying to decide if he should say what he wanted to. Fuck it.

“You look like you could use a drink. I’m gonna grab one, you wanna come?” He felt nervous, like he was twelve years old asking out the pretty popular girl to be his date to some cheesy dance. It was purley out of compassion and a need for a drinking buddy he told himself, not because he wanted to spend more of the day with you or anything.

The tiredness in your eyes remained but your lips did form into a smirk “I’d like that a lot, Loki.”

The smell of smoke from the bonfire filled the air before you, as he couldn’t help but stare at the reflection of the flames in your eyes, getting lost in your haze.

He snapped out of his admiration and suggested you guys take his car.

I think I'll take my whiskey neat

The sultry music that played in the background of the barren bar was drowned out by the sound of Loki's glass hitting the bar again, only the smell of whiskey left in the glass. After that day, Loki decided he needed a drink and had reluctantly invited you to come along which was his weird way of forming somewhat of a relationship with you. You absolutely did come along because the thought of the two men you and Loki had caught made you want to drink until a single thought couldn't grace your thoughts. And you felt comfortable with him. It wasn’t some sleazy type of invitation for drinks but more a mutual feeling of despair that could be lifting with the taste of alcohol.

Loki had order whiskey, neat of course, which made so much sense. You however had far one too many vodka and cherry cola’s.

At first Loki admired your ability to somewhat keep up with him, until he realised maybe that wasn’t the case, which he realised when you started to drunkenly cry about how you felt like your boss hated you and everone thought you were weak. Loki knew this was drunk nonsense because nobody could hate you, you‘re too sweet.

“Hey hey come on now, he doesn’t hate you. How could anybody hate you? And nobody thinks you're weak, especially not me.” He tried to calm your drunk ass down and started to think maybe asking you for a drink was not a good idea. That compassion he felt for you did scare him a little though.

He had tried to distance himself from you, but it seemed he couldn’t. Every assignment, there you were. It was impossible to remain distance or blunt around you. Even if he was admittedly a bit of a dick to everyone else he realised after being in your presence continuously that you were now almost friends? In a way?

Loki wasn’t drunk, sure he had drunk but he wasn’t drunk. He walked you to his car and helped you into the front seat. I mean what’s a detective without a little criminal activity, and he was still perfectly fine to drive. You on the other hand was not fine and there was no way Loki was letting you get into a cab on your own , not in this state.

Once driving you had gone quiet from your intoxicated rambling that had entertained Loki as he practically carried you to the car.

“Hey (y,n) what’s your address so I can take you home.”

There was no answer.

Loki peered over and you were sound asleep. Of course you were. He grabbed his phone from his pocket so he could call a colleague to find out where you lived but of course it had died.

He looked over at you and felt an odd feeling in his chest. He let out a huff and made a U turn.

My coffee black and my bed at three

He had helped you into his apartment and made a bed up on the couch for himself. But before that he had fixed you both some coffee in order to help you sober up a little. His was black o. He gave you some toast and your sweetened coffee as you thanked him mercilessly. He was glad you were at least conscious now.

“That’s already. Do you want me to take you home, or you can stay here? I’ll sleep on the couch.”

It was pretty late and he had felt an odd shift towards you from the hours before. Your vunreblity you inviited him to see had eradicated the strange tension you two seemed to possess previously. You felt comfortable with him, so he felt comfortable around you.

Despite your intoxicated state, you could recognise the serenity in his voice, probably being the nicest he’s ever spoken to anyone ever.

You shook your head slightly as you eyes fluttered “David you don’t have to do that, I’ll sleep on the couch. ”

The thought of another car ride did make you want to vomit, and you trusted Loki so there was no harm in staying.

The use of his first name threw him off a bit but he was insistent that you took the bed whilst also briefly apologising for his lack female comfortable clothing. He set out some briefs and a t shirt, that was nowhere close to fitting you, onto the bed.

You slipped them on a thanked him one more time before settling in to his bed. The alcohol in your system left a feeling of guilt upon your conscionous as the smell of him hit you from his pillows. However, after a couple minutes with your head touching his pillows you were fast asleep.

You're too sweet for me

The next morning had arrived and Loki started to get up for work, when he remembered you were sleeping soundly in his bed. He quietly got himself together and left you a note on the bedside table which read;

Gone to work, I’ll let them know you're sick. Help yourself to anything and the keys are on the kitchen counter.

Accompanied with the note was a glass of water and a some aspirin to help with the hangover. He stared down at your face, you looked so pretty. God you were too perfect, far too kind and compassionate to be with the likes of him. He covered the duvet over you before he left and made sure to take a final glance at you before leaving.

After waking up from a pleasant sleep to a not so pleasant headache, you were quickly snapped out of your self pity after realising you were in your colleagues bed. Your colleague who you had been trying to impress forever.

You shortly remembered why that was and the hangxiety demons grabbed ahold of you. You shoved your face into his pillows as you cursed yourself for getting in such a state. God, he probably thought you were ridiculous, a stupid child who couldn’t handle their alcohol. Great.

Then the panic of work hit you, fuck were you late? Where was Loki? What was the fucking time? Your eyes scanned for an indication when they laid upon his note. You let out a sigh of relief after reading that Loki was going to cover your ass. You took the pills, made his bed, changed back into your clothes and called yourself a cab home.

You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate

Once you had gotten home you left Loki a message to thank him for his kindness, not only through letting you stay at his house but also for covering your ass at home. The thought of inconveniencing others made you want to die.

Loki's kindness left you with this debilitating feeling in your chest, you two had becomes somewhat friends but the overwhelming attraction you felt to him only became magnified when he provided you with his security last night.

You felt absolutely disgusting with the hangxiety seeping through your soul, your clothes from yesterday, and the fact you hadn’t showered since yesterday morning.

The sound of the shower blasting accompanied with your favourite playlist playing made you feel calmer and cleaner already. You jumped into the shower and decided you had to see Loki. You had to thank him in person. Something about knowing you slept in his bed last night and you haven’t seen him since just didn’t feel right.

If you were seeing Loki, it had to be an everything shower. You had to look and feel perfect. As you massaged your sweet smelling shampoo into your scalp your mind imagined walking up to his door and kissing him. God, the thought made your heart ache and yearn for it to be reality, but you highly doubted he felt the same. I mean it was Loki.

Once every inch of your body smelt, felt and looked divine you admired yourself in the mirror. Your makeup looked stunning but not overbearing, your hair looked like you had just come out of a Victorian secret catalog and you smelt gorgeous.

You quickly checked your phone and saw Loki had replied, meaning he was probably home from work by now. You opened up the message which read;

‘Thats okay (y,n), no need to thank me. Did you get home alright?’

God why did he care so much? Why did it make you want him more, and why did he have to be a colleague? Without even replying to the text you rushed to your car and made your way over to his. Admittedly, you did have one of your friends from the IT department tell you where he lived a little while back. It wasn’t creep or stalking, you’re a detective okay? That makes it fine, I suppose.

Once you arrived and was stood outside his door your heart started to pound. You took a deep breath and gently knocked on his door.

The minutes in which it took him to open the door immediately made you want to run away. But you didn’t. You stayed and stared at the door.

Finally when it opened you saw Loki standing in the doorway, uniform still on and was that a smile plastered on his face?

“Oh hello (y,n).” He said sounding pleasantly shocked to see you. Then he subtly looked you up and down. Fuck you looked so pretty.

You stared for a minute, wide eyed. “Hey, so um-, I just like, wanted to say thanks. Again.” You could feel your cheeks blush from being so self aware.

You could feel his low brow stare as you talked, making you feel even more nervous. You had talked to criminals that had committed heinous crimes but somehow this was far more nerve racking.

He stepped a little closer to you, looking down. “You didn't need to say it again, I told you it’s my pleasure.”

Without saying anything you stood staring into his eyes.

“Well yeah, I just came by to express how thankful I really am.”

He smirked and then brushed a piece of hair behind your ear with his large hand, a small piece of his own hair falling as he leaned forward. God you were so sweet, but he could tell you weren’t here because of that.

Cupping your jaw he gently connected his lips to yours. You gasped quietly making Loki retreat instantly.

“Fuck. I’m sorry I-“

Before he had time to continue you smashed your lips together again, humming into the kiss. It became heated and as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, feeling as though he had reached heavens gate.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape

You tried to catch your breath as Loki's lips attacked yours mercilessly as you both made your way to his bedroom whilst crashing into every surface on the way.

The base of your back hit the wall as his hands started to undress you in between the hard kisses. “You’re so fucking pretty. Wanted you for so long.”

You could only moan in response as the feeling of his hands hugged your skin and his teeth grazed your neck.

Once he had gotten you in just your lingerie set, which he noticed immediately, he grabbed the backs of your thighs and you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Pulling his hair you whined as he carried you to the bedroom. You were so desperate for him, it was insane.

Placing you down on to the end of the bed, he stood before you. You immediately crawled to your knees, and reached for the hem of his long fitted black shirt. He smiled and reached his big hand around your back and un clasped your bra as his other hand stroked your hair. You bit your lip in anticipation as the shirt slipped over his head, leaving him shirtless with nothing but his work pants on in front you you. You admired his god like torso, covered in tattoos.

You whispered a quiet “fuck” and kissed down his snail trail.

Loki groaned as you reached closer down his torso and gripped your jaw, bending down and kissing you hard once again.

“Lie back for me princess.”

Immediately you did as you were told and Loki quickly followed on top of you. One hand firmly gripped your waist hard enough to bruise, whilst the other held your right wrist again the bed. He kissed your sweet collar bones and made his way down to your nipples. He licked and kissed them as your chest heaved.

“Loki, please. I need you to bad.”

An amused grin spread across his face as blood rushed to his already hard cock. He dipped two large fingers into your underwear and they were immediate soaked by your desperation.

“Not as innocent as you seem, are you baby? Mhm?” He hummed.

You shook your head as you tried to not cry out from your needy incoherent state.

He brought his fingers to your lips and you wrapped your swollen lips around them and moaned.

Seconds later he was tearing off your panties and connecting his wet tongue to your pulsating cunt as he praised you through your moans.

“Taste just as sweet as you seem though. Taste and look so fucking good for me baby.”

He sucked on your clit as if it were a divine exotic fruit, almost as sweet as a grape turned into a majestic wine falling from an enchanted waterfall.

You thread your fingers through his hair and whimpered hysterically “Loki! Fuck!”

You're too sweet for me

The summer breeze trailed in through the open window as your head rested upon Lokis bare chest. You both laid there as you played with his big tattooed fingers and he took in the smell of your shampoo that he so secretly loved.

You started to talk his ear off mercilessly and he simply just listened. Taking in all of your words as if they were the most important words to ever be spoken. He nodded and hummed as he admired you. Your skin glowing. He had to admit to himself your sweet charming personality had caught him in a choke hold. There was an element of purity and sunshine that you brought to his sulky self, he was well and truly fucked. You're too sweet.

(Ugh im so obsessed with this song and it is soooo David Loki.)

#reblog: detective loki

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Jake Gyllenhaal On Set At UFC 285 in Las Vegas, filming for Road House

#movie: road house #character: elwood dalton #you can call me queuetin

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Jake Gyllenhaal as Det. Loki II Prisoners

dedicated to @charliehoennam 💞

#(( i love him so much ))#character: detective loki #movie: prisoners

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Jake Gyllenhaal for SHARP Magazine (2024).

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Black Fingernails.

— Donnie Darko x Reader

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𐙚 summary: Donnie notices that you painted your nails, and decides to match with you.

𐙚 warnings, ect.: fluff, bf!donnie, gender neutral reader.

𐙚 a/n: I've been kinda thinking about donnie with black nails????? So here we are.

𐙚 image credits: slintery on pinterest.

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You and Donnie were carving pumpkins for the halloween. Your tongue was stuck out as you were focused on your pumpkin "art".

"Did you paint your nails?" Donnie tilted his head to the side, noticing your black nails.

You stopped carving and looked at him. "Oh, yeah! You noticed. Do you like them?" You held both of your hands up, smiling.

"They look very pretty." He smiled back at you.

"Thank you!"

"Do you want to see my pumpkin?" He asked, taking the final look at his work.

"Of course!"

He turned the pumpkin to your direction, and you saw a creepy bunny carved into it. You opened your mouth a little with a confused look. "Frank?"

He nodded and looked at the pumpkin again. "Do you like it?"

"If you actually see him like this, it's actually pretty creepy." You turned the pumpkin in your direction again.

"I asked if you like it."

"He's ugly."

"I'm not asking about Frank, I'm asking if you like how the pumpkin looks." He chuckled.

"It looks nice, you are very talented, but he's still pretty ugly." You leaned and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you." He rolled his eyes and smiled as a small blush appeared on his face.

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After a successful pumpkin carving, you went home. Donnie laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He did really like your nails, he even thought about painting his own nails to match yours. The only thing that couldn't make it happen was that he didn't have any black nail polish.

Instead of just lying in bed, he went downstairs for something to drink and to find something that might be a replacement for the nail polish. When he was about to open the refrigerator, he saw a black sharpie on the whiteboard. He instantly knew what he was about to do.

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"Hi!" You waved with both hands when Donnie opened the front door to let you in.

"Hi." He gave you a gentle smile.

"I thought that we could make some cupcakes today." You entered the house and immediately went to the kitchen.

Donnie came after you instantly and sat down at the table. "Sounds good."

"You think so?" You turned back to him and noticed his hands.

When he saw that you noticed, he held both of his hands up to show you his nails. "I painted them with a sharpie."

You tried to hold your laugh as you stepped closer and held his hands to get a closer look. "Why sharpie?"

"I didn't have any black nail polish." The sharpie was pretty messy, it wasn't only on his fingernails, but also around them, he also missed some spots. "I wanted to match you."

"Really?" You smiled and looked at him.

"Yeah." He smiled back.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "You are the most adorable human being on earth."

A small blush appeared on his face when you said that.

"But I want to fix your nails, do you mind if I paint them with my nail polish?"

"Really? I don't like the sharpie either, I did it very messily." He looked down at his nails again.

"I still think that the idea was very sweet, thank you." You kissed him again. "Let me quickly go home, and I will be back in a few." You smiled.

"Okay." He smiled back.

After you went home to bring some nail polish Donnie still sat in the kitchen, looking at his nails. His smile grew bigger when he realized that you actually liked his idea of matching with you.

When you came back, Donnie let you scrub the sharpie off his nails, and you fixed them with some black nail polish.

After you were done, Donnie looked at them with a smile. "Now we match perfectly."

"That's right!" You grabbed his face and gave him a quick peck on the lips. He blushed again.

"Do you still want to make cupcakes?" He asked with a grin.

"Of course, just please don't make Frank themed ones..." You joked.

"Can't promise you that." He giggled.

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#(( this is so so so so cute ))#reblog: donnie darko

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Barbie 2023 • dir. Greta Gerwig

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Jake Gyllenhaal for SHARP Magazine (2024).

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Prada Luna Rossa (2021).

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Fanfic writer affirmations

• My writing is for my enjoyment first, and the rest of the world second

• My interpretation and characterization is just as valid as anyone else’s

• The worth of my writing is not measured in likes

• My writing is good and adds value to the fandom

#others: important #you can call me queuetin

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Jake Gyllenhaal during the Rome Film Fest on October 29, 2017. 💥💥💥

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another beautiful fic omg!!! omg julie you’re on fire with all the amazing fluff! this is just SO perfect 😭💖 all the cozy vibes and sweet dates loki deserves! THANK YOU FOR WRITING THISSSSS!

dinner date

summary: David tries to compensate for his demanding job and swoons his girl

Pairing: David Loki x F!reader

Warnings: Fluff, language

SHARING IS CARING, SO PLEASE REBLOG

David knows how you've been looking forward to this day the whole month. Ever since Crumble Crumbs opened up on main avenue, you've been counting down the days to try out the new café and bakery.

It's been a beehive since opening day, so you told him you wanted to wait a while for the hype to die down enough for you guys to enjoy a sweet little date without all the pushing and yelling.

Conyers was a small town. Nothing really new happens here, which happens to be one of David's favorite thing about it.

It's small enough for him to know almost everyone and to be predictable enough for his job.

Every grand opening in Conyers is the highlight event of the month and Crumble Crumbs has been no different; it's been the talk of the small town since then.

Everyone's been there, and word of their wide assortment of large, fresh cookies has been spreading like wildfire which only made you even more excited to finally try it.

The day is cold - sunny enough to enjoy it outside despite the winter season - as you and David walk down the sidewalk, hand in hand.

"They literally have every cookie you can imagine."

"I seriously doubt that. I mean, that's a lot of cookies. And who even is that obsessed about cookies?" David smirks, being his usual skeptical self.

"Who isn't?" You scoff playfully at him. "Cookies are seriously underrated desserts. They're crunchy and soft at the same time, not to mention salty and sweet too. They are the literally the ying and yang of desserts!"

"I'm pretty sure it's yin and yang, babe." He can't help but smile at your excitement.

"And there's a cookie for every season! Summertime? You got lemon cookies, lime cookies, coconut cookies. Fall? Snickerdoodle, peanut butter, s'mores and don't even get me started on chocolate chip."

"Alright, alright. Let's get a cookie in ya 'fore your lose your shit, cookie monster," he laughs opening the door for you.

You walk inside with a playful smack to his arm and giggle excitedly. The smell of the freshly baked goods strikes you immediately and wraps you in the warmest hug.

The café looks like as cozy as a scene from small town rom-com.

Little yellow lights strung across the ceiling glow warmly like candlelight against the pale, cold hue of the snowy streets outside that filters through the frosty windows. Bright green leaves planted on dark wooden boxes brighten the dullish red color of exposed bricks on the wall. Christmas stockings and decor hang against the dark teal bar beside the display cases of desserts.

"They got coffee in this joint?"

"Actually, they do. I'm gonna get a simple latte. How about you?"

"I'll join you and get one too."

"No black this time?" You smirk as your gloved hands lock together between you.

"You're rubbing off on me," he smiles and kisses your head. "Let's choose the cookies first and then I'll order the coffees so you can save us a table."

You and David work together to select different flavors to share between you both. You'd have one of every flavor if you could, but you know you wouldn't finish them all even with David's help.

He lets you choose first and he notices there's a a few you leave out. Not because you don't want to try them, but you feel like you should limit yourself. So, he makes a point in ordering the ones you'd left out and a couple of simple flavors he happens to love like the peanut butter and the classic chocolate chip.

You find a table to sit at near the window and take the cookies over to it as David soon follows with your lattes in hands.

Setting your gloves aside, you take turns choosing which cookies to try, chatting endlessly in between every bite and sip.

He just wants you to be happy today. He loves seeing you like this. He knows he doesn't spend enough time going on these little dates, letting routine to dominate your relationship.

He's always had trouble dating because of his job. There is no greater passion for him than helping people in need.

It's a subconscious deed that heals his inner child daily. He hadn't realized it until you pointed it out after he had told you about his rough upbringing one night.

Most of the women that came into his life felt it hard to compete with. His career always found a way of coming between his relationships until David eventually decided to give up on pursuing lasting relationships...until you came along and turned his world upside down.

At first, he didn't get his hopes up since he figured you'd eventually leave too. Only you didn't leave, nor did you hold it against him or make him feel guilty for his job.

Instead, you became his haven. His little peaceful cocoon to shelter him of all worries.

He admired that about you, the strength you had to understand and accept that your relationship wouldn't be as normal as others. Most of all, he was grateful that you still chose to stay with him knowing that.

He promised himself that he would always try his absolute best to make every rare second you had together as memorable as possible.

That's why he feels his heart sink in his chest when you both hear his cell phone ring in his pocket.

You smile at him and nod after seeing the regret on his face as he closed his eyes and exhaled sharply through his nose.

You assure him with a gentle smile and a hand on his arm that it's alright, that the call could be important or urgent. You know he wishes he didn't have to take it, but even days off aren't entirely free for him.

"I'm sorry, babe. I really am. I'll just be a minute. It- fuck," he sighs shaking his head as he reads the caller ID, recognizing it's his captain.

With reaffirming strokes of your thumb on his forearm, you already know from David's curt replies that he has to go in today.

The minute he hangs up, his heart is filled with dread.

"I'll get these to go while you bring the car around, yeah?"

He only nods and looks at you doey, apologetic eyes.

"Hey, it's alright... We can always come back. I'll make sure not to leave you any so we can come back soon," you smirk trying to poke some fun at him to ease his guilt.

He chuckles and nods as he gets his gloves back on.

"I'm taking this one with me" he says lifting the peanut butter cookie to his mouth as he stands with his latte in hand.

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You barely see David the couple following weeks.

Despite being able to find incidental pockets of fleeting time in your schedules to just be together, David can't stop thinking about that date and all the others that he's had to cut short.

He's thankful that you're understanding of the fact that he takes his job very seriously, but he still wants to remind you of how much he loves and appreciates everything you do for him.

Dealing with an absent partner isn't easy at all and things between you aren't always perfect. His job really does take a toll on his mental health. He hadn't noticed how bad it was until the Dover-Birch case.

Convincing him to see a therapist to talk to wasn't very easy, but he realized it was necessary after Bob.

Although the girls were safe and Keller was found - fighting for his life in the cold damp hole Holly Jones forced him into - and treated at the hospital before being taken in custody, Bob and Alex were the ones that really haunted him afterwards.

The day Bob took his life repeated itself in his dreams.

Even in his sleep, he couldn't run from the stress of his job or from the failure that he felt he had been to Bob. And now, he felt like he was failing you too.

On those nights, he would wake up covered in cold sweat with hands that trembled uncontrollably. Looking over his shoulder as he’d sit up on the bed, he’d make sure he hadn’t woken you up. He’d just feel worse if he had, but sometimes when he did, you helped calm him down and he was grateful for the patience you had with him.

Having you was the only constant he had in his life. You gave him a reason to want to come home. You filled his bleak days with love and relief. You are what makes his house a home and the thought of losing you is absolutely terrifying.

Most of David’s romantic history consisted of one-night stands and short-lived relationships. Although he did really have feelings for the women, he’d had relationships with, it always ended the same way: with them leaving because they demanded more attention that his schedule simply couldn’t provide. And, even though he had tried to move things around to have more free time, it wasn’t enough for them.

David shut himself off from the world in that romantic sense after that. He felt he would only ever fail anyone he got with, so what was the point?

Then, you came along and proved him wrong. He knew he would never find anyone like you, so showing you how much you meant was important to him.

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"Babe?" you call out.

You’re walking into the shared house you live in, sensing the delicious smell of your favorite dish wafting from the kitchen as you slide off your boots and hang your winter coat up alongside his.

"Ah, fuck" he winces lightly burning his hand on the handle of a frying pan., grabbing it in a hurry to set it on the back burner before the food in it could overcook. "In here, babe!"

Running cold water over the burn on his palm, he smiles proudly at you with a dish towel hung over his shoulder when you reach the kitchen, marveling at the romantic set dining table that was waiting for you along with lit tall candles, a bottle of your favorite wine and clean empty plates with thoughtfully arranged silverware resting upon a place mat.

"What's the special occasion?" you chuckle surprised.

He feels so proud watching you admire the effort he had put into making a simple night the most special.

"I finished the paperwork early. Worked through lunch, so I wanted to make you a special dinner, ya know?"

You grin, thanking him as he walks over drying his hands on the dish towel to grab the bottle to open it up and pour the maroon drink into a couple of glasses.

"I just wanted to do something for us... I know it's nothing special. Just dinner but…"

Your eyebrows narrow as you look at him curiously. He doesn't think it's enough to make up for his absence. He wishes he could do more because he knows you deserve more.

“But nothing. This is wonderful, Davie. Thank you so much” you complete and reassure him with a kiss. “You just made my day.”

Just knowing that he's gone out of his way to do something romantic reminds you of exactly why you stay. Under his stern facade, there's a heart of gold that he's learned to hide.

He doesn't reveal it to just anyone. He doesn't drop his guard and expose that vulnerable side with just anyone. He does that with you because he trusts you and he loves you so much.

Through these small acts of affection, you’re reminded that he’s pulling back yet another layer to let you in.

After quickly washing your hands, you take the glass offered to you. While you’re enjoying your wine, he moves around the breakfast bar to plate up the food.

Over dinner, you go on to share the highlights of your day.

Work isn't the most exciting part of your day, but every now and then, a couple things happen here and there and there’s always some gossip that you just have to share with David.

He listens to you with all his earnest attention because he loves listening to you. He could listen to you talk for days. He loves watching how excited you get to talk about your day, no matter how futile the little details seem to you because they’re details that were important enough for you to remember.

He’ll poke fun and let his sarcasm bleed through just a tad to make you laugh.

He doesn't stay silent though. He's a very honest person and he isn't afraid to share what he thinks in a carefully edited manner to avoid hurting feelings: a talent he's acquired over the years on the job.

He just adores watching how eager you get to share these things with him. His days are usually spent solving crimes that are sometimes incredibly daunting and hard to forget, so listening to you talk about your day reminds him why he decided to become a cop in the first place; to keep the town safe so genuine, kind-hearted people like you could enjoy your habitual everyday life in peace and safety.

When you ask him about his day, he's careful to leave the disturbing case details he had to type about the latest case he’d solved. Instead, he goes on to share a couple of stories shared by some of the beat cops from the job and personal lives.

They’re mostly stories about the weird situations brought on mostly by the drunks around town. One being about a crazy drunk in the holding cell stripping down and singing Chaka Khan’s ‘I’m Every Woman’. Another being about a mysterious and suspicious package that was delivered to a bank manager’s house that turned out to be a box full of dildos.

Hearing his laugh is almost like hearing angels sing. So rare, but still so refreshing to hear. You can feel it chase away all the troubles of your day as the corners of his eyes wrinkle with each smile.

Neither of you seem to notice the time passing by. It must be the wine that he keeps filling your glasses with every time he notices they're running low.

Dessert sobers you both up quite a bit after dinner.

"I didn't make it myself, but we can pretend that I actually know something about baking" he laughs setting out the small cake of your favorite flavor from your favorite bakery.

You thank him with a grin and a kiss that he refuses to break.

You already know you want to show him how grateful you are and you know exactly how to show him what.

His kisses are warm, wet and flavored by the red wine and the sweetness of the cake as they meld against your own. He kisses you so passionately, the room seems to spin around your as his lips intoxicate you all over again.

You pull back, cradling his prickly cheeks in your hands to admire your boyfriend.

“I love you, Davie.”

“I love you too.”

#reblog: detective loki

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Pedro Pascal on Saturday Night Live. 02.04.23 // 10.21.23

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I was smiling the entire time while reading this, oh my god this is so so so fluffy and good!!! 💖 I’m definitely coming back to read it when I need some cozy vibes with Brian on a rainy day!!!

the power of this fic is so strong, you’re making me want to hate on bald!jake less, i never thought this would happen 😭

rainy day in

a/n: request made here

summary: brian asks for help with his shaved hairstyle and reminisces

pairing: brian taylor x F!reader

warnings: no smut, fluff, police topics, language, playful nudge to a bit of smut towards the end

Despite being a playful man who liked to make light of most situations, Brian is accustomed to discipline and simplicity.

His years in the military only seemed to further enhance this particular aspect of his nature.

Having a shaved head was actually the standard look of the Marines and, after years of wearing the Jarhead look, he realized it was a much cheaper and low maintenance option.

That's why he decided to keep it that way even after he had retired from the military.

Missing the action the military provided with every deployment, he figured the next best thing was enlisting in the police academy.

However, Brian loved a challenge and was always yearning for more, to do more, to be more.

Moving up the ranks on the police officer was a no-brainer for him and he understood it would mean sacrificing time to hit the books and go back to school.

That was where you met.

You were both studying law and shared a couple classes together, in which he became the class clown.

At first, you hadn't noticed him until he cracked the funniest joke the class had ever heard. Even your professor couldn't help but laugh at him.

Most of the students gravitated towards his friendly energy and quickly picked up on and adored him for it, so it was no surprise that he became popular so quickly.

Brian was not all fun and games though. He was very smart and had a tactical mind which was later explained when he told you about his Marine past.

You were mostly reserved and your no-nonsense nature attracted his attention rather quickly.

Although some of the girls threw themselves at his feet and at the masculine concept of a man in authority and uniform, you kept mostly to yourself.

You concentrated deeply and only on your studies instead of lingering after class to mingle a bit, which made you all the more mysterious to him.

In truth, he couldn't stop thinking about you in class or looking over at you to admire the way you bite your lower lip when you take your notes.

You caught him a couple times, mostly when the professors were going on about a certain case the class had been studying or during slide presentations when the dark classroom could hide his wandering eyes, even though you could always feel them on you.

It was the way the projector light glowed against your face. It was the way you held the cap of your pen between your lips.

Like a magnet, his eyes just always found themselves roaming back towards you, but it wasn't just him.

You felt a pull towards him as well whenever your eyes met across the classroom.

Brian was, no doubt, one of the cutest guys in the entire campus and you adored catching glimpses of his dimples whenever he smiled. Or watching his bottom lip pull to the right whenever he talked. But, it was his eyes that really did you in.

Despite the fact that you weren't the most friendly, it didn't stop you from engaging enthusiastically in debates often provoked by your professors.

That was the first thing Brian admired about you. The courage that you had you to speak your mind and the eloquent way in which you did so. And it was in one of those very debates that you had your first verbal exchange.

The topic had been a bit controversial and you both had opposing opinions on police brutality.

The way you and Brian battled back and forth, relentlessly stating supporting facts and arguments, pointing out contradictions within them had the whole class - as well as the professor - in silence as they let you go on, enjoying how you'd almost turned the classroom into a court of law.

Saved by the bell, the argument had ended when you stated scientific numbers that defended your point of view to counter his defense of being in the police force and experiencing it firsthand.

He was stunned to witness how prepared you were and your arguments were successful in making him realize he didn't have all the answers.

After class had ended, he waited by the door until you left so he could apologize for getting carried away.

You joked and said you'd think about forgiving him, so he offered to take you out to dinner to encourage your forgiveness.

It was history after that.

It's been a couple of years since that day and now, you find yourselves enjoying breakfast together on his day off in your shared apartment.

You walk towards the dining nook where Brian is already sat, sipping his black coffee as he reads the newspaper.

You instinctively reach out as you sit down beside him and lovingly rub his prickly scalp.

"Your head is getting fuzzy again. You gonna grow it out?"

"Nah. Hair takes too much work. Think you can gimme a hand again?"

"What do I get if I help you out?"

"How about I take you out for dinner?"

"I'm only joking" you chuckle surprised. "I don't need anything in return."

"I know you don't need it, but I still wanna do something nice for you."

You look out the window at the rain sprinkling against the glass as you consider his offer. But his eyes follow your gaze and he seems to read your mind.

Although it's light, you can tell from the dark clouds that there's more rain brewing in the sky still to come. The thought of getting all dolled up just to get caught in the cold rain isn't very enticing.

"How about a nice foot rub while you watch your favorite shows?"

"You don't have to do anything for me, babe. I'll help you regardless."

"I just wanna do something nice for you, baby."

"Well, I wouldn't refuse that," you reply shyly grinning from ear to ear.

"So, you see? Win-win" he smirks proudly leaning towards you to tenderly kiss your lips with slow and lazy repeated pecks.

"So?" Peck. "What do ya say?" Peck. "Gonna lemme take care of ya?" Peck.

He knows you can't say no to him when he kisses you like this.

"Alright" you giggle pulling away to admire his shit-eating grin with a gentle hand on his cheek. "I'll help you but it's not for the compensation. It's because I genuinely want to."

"Right. Cause you're such a good samaritan." He chuckles jokingly.

After breakfast, you load the dirty dishes away in the dishwasher while Brian takes a quick hot shower to soften the skin on his head and the growing hairs.

Once he's done, you take a kitchen chair to the bathroom as he gets a pair of boxers on and prepares the sink with all the things you'll need.

You can hear the rain already beating down against your apartment building outside and you're thankful you both agreed to stay in today.

"Good call on staying home, babe. Forecast said it wasn't supposed to rain 'til tomorrow."

"They fuck up sometimes though. I just really didn't want to go out today" you chuckle grabbing the shaving gel from the counter as he plants himself on the chair.

He closes his eyes and relaxes under your touch, enjoying your circling fingertips on his scalp that spread the shaving gel around.

You smile watching him nearly drift to sleep and ask if he's alright. With the job he has, Brian is used to being tense on alert all the time. Being able to simply relax without any care is a rare opportunity for him with the long hours spent circling the streets of Los Angeles.

He nods with a shameless smile and tells you how it feels when you massage his scalp.

You respond with a kiss to his forehead and continue your little massage just to let him relax a little longer.

Every stroke of the razor across his skin is done with gentle care, for which he is incredibly grateful for. You carefully swipe the sharp blades over and over and over again, pausing to rinse the hairs in the sinkful of water

Once you're done with the back, you move to stand between his legs to finish the front.

His hands wrap around the back of your thighs as they slowly slip up underneath Brian's large t-shirt that you wear as a dress.

He watches you bite your lower lip just as you used to do back in college when taking notes.

Thinking back to it, he can't believe that the same girl he thought had never even noticed him is now standing in front of him, taking care of him with such attention.

Brian's heart fills with a warm happiness as he thinks back to the early days when he'd first seen you. He never thought, in a million years, he'd have a chance to be yours. And yet, here he is.

"What should we have for dinner tonight?" you question.

"Why don't we just order in? I wanna spend some quality time with my girl" he smirks slyly cupping your asscheeks in his large hands, arousing you already.

"Sounds good to me."

#reblog: brian taylor #(( the talent!!! ))

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