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dante-mightdie · 10 months

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my thoughts about ceo!john price and trophywife!reader…

warnings: minors dni, smut, blowjobs, finger-sucking, daddy kink, fluff, john spoils you rotten <3

john price is a powerful man…

successful, wealthy, strong, attractive…

what else would you expect from a man who owns his own private military company…

he drew you in the moment you first laid eyes on him…

sat in the back of the painfully boring soiree that you had been dragged along to his black suit, a glass of scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other…

he must be an important man here because apparently he’s the only one allowed to smoke inside…

it wasn’t the way that his suit fit in all the right places that made you blush…

nor was it the way he sat… legs spread wide with a prominent bulge on display…

what made you blush… was that he was also looking at you…

it wasn’t long before he was striding up to you, as confident as anything, and offering to buy you a drink…

and the rest is history…

now you’re by his side everywhere he goes, a pretty little thing on his arm to show off and spoil…

perfectly manicured nails, more clothes than you know what to do with, a disgustingly expensive wedding ring…

weekly date nights at the fanciest restaurants, top-shelf liquor and kisses that taste like champagne…

nothing is too much when it comes to you <3

you’ve never had a man that takes care of you like john does…

he buys you everything you could ever want and more…

all he asks is that you sit pretty on his lap and empty his balls for him :(

but he never has to ask :)

you are more than happy to get on your knees for daddy…

thanking him for the brand new red-bottoms he bought you…

sucking on his balls and stroking his long, thick cock…

he’ll watch you with a content smile, interlocking his fingers with yours, watching as the diamond on your engagement ring twinkles in the sunlight…

don’t think it’s over once you’ve swallowed his cum…

you gotta make sure you climb back into his lap and cockwarm him whilst he smokes…

let him stroke your hair and press kisses your cheek whilst he praises you…

“such a good little thing for me, aren’t ya, lovie?”…

he’ll coo the words in your ear before he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, letting you press a kiss to it before he slips it into your mouth…

“‘m gonna give you the world, sweetheart…”

call this man daddy in public and see what happens…

call him daddy in front of simon or gaz… I dare you…

he’ll be dragging you to the nearest private room and tearing your panties off then stuffing them in his pocket…

this isn’t horny but john matches his suit pocket handkerchief to your dress…

this is horny but you match your lipstick and nail colour to the tip of his…

he didn’t notice until you gave him a blowjob and he couldn’t stop staring at your lips sucking on the head of his cock…

“you little minx…”

if you’re really good for him… he might be nice and let you pick a 141 member to have for your birthday…

he’s seen you eyeing up simon for a while…

and god knows the man needs to unwind…

john is an old-fashioned lover <3

he only has eyes for you…

and he’s such a gentleman…

he’ll kneel down and tap his knee for you to place your foot on so he can strap up your heels…

gives you his jacket when it’s cold…

opens doors for you…

kisses placed to the back of your hand…

“love…” “darling…” “honey…” “dear…”

“daddy’s good girl…”

personal headcanon that john is a big james bond fan…

owns an aston martin and everything…

you giggle everytime he orders the famous martini…

john loves it when you spend his money…

loves getting notifications from his bank when you go shopping…

especially when he sees that you ordered something from the Italian lingerie store that he adores…

but he especially loves when he sees that you’ve clearly bought something for him…

£2,750 at The Whisky Exchange, £1,080 at Sautter Cigars…

you know him so well…<3

I feel like this version of john would still have the 141 working with him…

and he’d pick one of the boys to be your personal bodyguard…

maybe soap because he knows you’ll like his fun personality…

john favourite thing to come home to is you in sage green lingerie, white stockings and his bucket hat…

bonus points if you’re already touching yourself when he gets home…

john spoils you rotten on birthdays, anniversaries, etc…

you wake up to dozens of designer bags strewn about, bouquets, huge stuffed animals…

but the most treasured gift john has ever given you is a emerald locket with the letter ‘J’ engraved and your wedding picture inside <3

gonna think about him all day at work…

#john price x reader #price #john price #mw2 x reader #call of duty mw2 #mw2 #captain price #captain john price #captain price x reader

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milo-the-mage · 26 days

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art block is finally leaving me alone at the same time i finish tma, so now we’re here-

this one is partially based on a poem i wrote, which is under the cut along with some of the alternate versions of the painting ^-^

with the sketch as a bg:

just the sketch:

and the full poem:

There was a time when the moth hated the fog. When it kept him from seeing everything he wanted to, the light that he was certain he needed to find, that he was so sure the fog was just getting in the way of. The moth couldn’t say exactly how long ago that was now.

Did you know that moths are a symbol of transformation? Of change? He’d never thought much about it until the sky opened up and swallowed him whole in light, until the world ended and the candle could burn with that white-green spark that let him see everything.

And the fog? At that point the moth didn’t mind it. It cared, was there, and, most importantly, it trailed behind him while they walked. It didn’t blur his vision anymore, it let him see and didn’t get in the way.

The fog knew it loved the moth, tried to help him when it could, tried not to be a burden. It was grateful for all the times the moth had decided to stay with it, even when he shouldn’t have. After all, sight was as important to him as the light that drew him every closer, and the fog didn’t want to cause more problems.

There really was so much weighing down on the tiny, frail, flightless bug. It’s no wonder that when he got his chance to finally, silently, and ever so intentionally (because he knew, as moths all do, that the light is their final knowing), be seen by the blazing, glowing eye of the candle that he’d watched all this time, he took it.

And it was only after the now-singed moth was enveloped by the fog, which had promised, as always, to follow, that he realized. The fog, in its grey and fleeting wisps, was a different sort of light. It cooled the burns and dulled the pain and let the moth at last stop having to watch.

So he could understand that its light was so very much to him, beautiful and real in all the ways that lanterns and candles and lighters and the sun could never be.

And the moth begged the fog to take him completely, to give him the grace of no longer having to see any other lights, to let him stay in its misty embrace. And the fog obliged, and the moth closed his eyes one final time.

Martin obliged, and Jon closed his eyes

one final time.

#the tma brainrot has taken over i think #the mental image of jon being pulled towards the eye at the end #refuses to leave my brain #therefore i am obliged to draw it #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma fanart #art #jmart #teaholding

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sourcherryandsprinkles · 1 year

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SCREAM MASTERPOST

*= smut

CHAD MEEKS MARTIN

Bodybag | Riley!Reader

Chad comforts you after Dewey's death

Cockblock roommate *

Ethan stops you and Chad from continuing your activities

Don't go upstairs with him

Chad stops you from going upstairs with Frankie...and then confesses to you

Goodnight kiss * | Riley!Reader

Chad walks you home and finally takes your relationship to the next level

Helping hand *

After Chad gets released from the hospital, his personal nurse gives him a helping hand

I can't go through this again

Another ghostface strikes and Chad has PTSD from the legacy murders

Is that my shirt?

Chad notices that the shirt you're wearing is his

Late night in the kitchen *

During a trip to the twins' family cabin, you and Chad have a late night adventure in the kitchen

Save a horse, ride a cowboy *

You make a move on Chad and end up in an empty bedroom with his cowboy hat on, riding another kind of horse

Setting up the tree

You and Chad decorate the Christmas tree together

Stab stab stab

Chad gets stabbed by Ghostface when looking for you

Stood up

You get stood up and Chad offers you his shoulder to cry on

The no-sex rule *

You and Chad don't listen to Mindy's 'surviving a horror movie' rules

Wrong person

You send you nudes to your ex by mistake

You drew stars around my scars

You sleep over at Chad's dorm and see something you hadn't seen before

MINDY MEEKS MARTIN

Blood on the subway

Mindy gets stabbed on the subway...there's a lot of blood

Give me attention *

Mindy works on a school assignement, but you're bored and decide to tease her

Movie night

After watching the horror that is Halloween Ends, Mindy needs kisses to erase the movie from her memory

Skilled fingers *

Mindy is a goddess in bed

TARA CARPENTER

Caught *

Tara asks you to use a vibrator on her...and Sam walks in

I was so scared

After Tara gets attacked at her house, you visit her at the hospital

Is this good? *

Tara tries to top for the first time

I thought you were dead

You survive the attack inside the shrine

Sleepover *

It's the first sleepover since Tara got attacked in her house. You and her breaks the friendship

We might die tomorrow

After Sam and Tage get attacked at the bodega, everyone stayed over at the appartement

ETHAN LANDRY

Catching feelings *

You grown feelings during a game of teasing your roommate Ethan

Friends touch each other, right? *

You teach virgin!Ethan how to touch a woman

I can't forgive you | Riley!Reader

Ethan betrays you, but you can't forgive him

It's you *

You figure out Ethan is Ghostface

Let's play a little game *

You get a phone call from a masked ID when you’re home alone…

Night visits

As Quinn's friend, you are not allowed to see her little brother, so you and Ethan have a secret relationship

No protection needed *

You and Ethan do it without a condom for the first time

Play with me *

Ethan asks you to play with him

Panty stealer

Pervy!Ethan steals your panties

Pretty boy * | camgirl!reader

Ethan purchases a private session with his favorite camgirl

Pretty boy part 2 *

Ethan purchases another private session...and get the girl's number

Pretty boy part 3 *

Camgirl!Reader and Ethan finally meets

Roomie *

Ethan jerks off to his roommate and gets caught

Shy!Ethan

Ethan has a huge crush on you but is too shy to make a move...so you make one

Study time

Studying econ turns into teasing your boyfriend

That's hot

You find out that Ethan does boxing

Video games *

You give Ethan a blowjob while he games with Chad

Video girl *

You convince Ethan to make a video with you

BILLY LOOMIS

Knife play

You seduce Billy with the knife he used to kill Maureen Prescott

Ménage à trois * | Billy x Stu x Reader

A typical movie night at Stu’s turns into a ménage à trois

Mouthful * | Billy x Stu x Riley!Reader

Why settling for one when you can get two?

PG-16 at the Theater

Billy gets handsy at the movie theater

Stranger danger *

Billy decide to surprise you on your way back from Tatum's

Talk dirty to me *

Phone sex with Billy

#chad meeks martin #tara carpenter #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin imagine #chad meeks martin x reader #scream 6 imagines #scream 6 #tara carpenter x reader #mindy meeks martin x reader

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l5byrinth · 1 year

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Before it’s too late

pairing: chad meeks martin x reader

summary: in which you and your best friend share secret feelings for each other. but you being attacked makes him realise how quickly life can come to an end.

requested !

a/n: ahhh my first imagine!! i’m so excited for you all to read it and hope you like it. english isn’t my first language so please stay nice if i make mistakes. my requests are open if you want to request something!

don’t copy my work or translate it on anywhere unless i give you the permission to

After the long and boring movie, you were walking through New York’s busy streets. Your hands were wrapped around your best friend’s - if you may say it - extremely muscled arm.

The best friend for whom your feelings grew stronger by the day.

You tried to ignore your sweaty hands, thumping heart and butterflies whenever you were around him. But it was hard.

Really hard.

You didn’t want to ruin the beautiful thing you had. Your long-lasting friendship.

“I can’t believe you actually enjoyed that movie.” You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief at what he had just admitted to you.

“What? Are you kidding me. It was pretty good.” Chad replied, a wide smile on his face.

You absolutely loved that smile, his beautiful genuine smile.

“Are you serious? I could make a whole list on what’s wrong about that movie. Front and back!” You exclaimed, receiving a chuckle from him.

“I am convinced we both saw a different movie.” Chad shrugged. A giggle left your lips at the weird taste of your best friend as you looked him in the eyes.

“You really are something, Chad.” You broke eye-contact with him, to watch the road you were crossing. “A good something, I hope.” He grinned, as you could feel him staring at you. you looked to your left and right before you crossed.

“Sometimes.” You shrug teasingly and you hear him laugh from beside you. The corners of your lips tug into smile when hearing the angelic sound.

After a while of walking around, talking and laughing the two of you had arrived in front of your dorm building. You let go of his arm, already missing his body so close to yours.

You were standing across from each other and somehow your feet didn’t want to move. You really didn’t want to go. You didn’t want this night to end.

“Should I walk you upstairs?” He questioned when you didn’t move an inch. You woke up from your trance and shook your head with a smile, “Thank you, but I’ll make it on my own.”

But in reality you wanted nothing more than for him to walk you upstairs. Just so you could be with him for a little longer.

He chuckled at your reply and opened his mouth to say something. But closed it swiftly, almost as if he was afraid to ruin the moment.

“See you tomorrow, princess.”

Princess. The nickname that made your heart flutter, especially when Chad was the one to call you that.

He hesitated at first, but he leaned in closer and planted a gentle kiss on your cheek.

If your heartbeat wasn’t fast then it definitely was racing now. “See you.” You said while your cheeks heated up. He looked at you with his gorgeous smile and watched as you opened the door and stepped inside, completely flustered by what just had happened.

During your short trip to your dorm, all you could think about was him. It wasn’t any different than usual; you were always thinking about him. But something about that innocent kiss told you that things were different than you thought they were.

With a train of thoughts clouding your mind, you entered your dorm, welcomed by a strange smell. The smile on your face was wiped off immediately.

You called for your roommate, but they didn’t answer.

Confused by the smell filling your nose, you tried to find the source of it. Eventually you realised that the closer you got to your roommate’s room, the worse the smell got.

You opened the door and walked inside. Your roommate was laying on their bed, a blanket put over them.

As you drew closer and closer, your heart began to race. You became extremely nauseous as the smell intensified. Your pupils widen in astonishment as you pull away the blanket.

Your roommates dead body was brutally stabbed. Their blood had stained the mattress entirely red.

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your cries as you looked at them. You couldn’t believe someone would ever do this to them.

You were about to get your phone from your pocket, planning to call Chad. But you got pushed down forcefully and fell on the ground. Your phone flew out

of your hand and landed not too far away from you.

Your watery eyes blinked a few times, before you saw the mask you would recognise from anywhere. The mask you had grown to hate with your entire being.

You tried to grab for anything that could be useful to attack the ghostface with as they were hovering over you. They had gotten ahold of your legs and pulled you closer to them, the blade of their knife sliding against the skin of your leg.

Your arms went everywhere trying to get ahold of something at least.

You successfully managed to grab a baseball bat which belonged to your roommate and hit the ghostface with it on their head.

“Motherfucker!” You yelled hitting it on their head a few times. You quickly got up when their grip loosened and searched for your phone.

You went to grab it, but just when you picked it up you were pushed again and this time the ghostface stabbed you in the leg, twisting it slowly and painfully.

You yelled out in pain and tried everything in your power to push them away, but it was no use.

They slapped the phone out of your hand and let out a deep evil chuckle.

“How does it feel without your muscled bodyguard to save you?” They spoke, their knife threateningly close to your face.

Their knife made its way to your stomach, and all you could do was watch. You were powerless, completely powerless.

They stabbed you without regrets twisting and turning the knife, causing pain to shoot throughout your entire body.

You thought of Chad.

The Chad who was calling you nonstop.

The sound of your ringtone was on the background as you could slowly feel yourself disappear.

Chad was pacing back in forth in his dorm, his body tense and his mind full with questions.

Why didn’t you answer? Did something happen to you?

Ethan tried to calm his roommate down the best he could. He told Chad you probably fell asleep and that you forgot to call.

But Chad knew better. Chad knew you wouldn’t go to sleep without letting him know you were safe and making sure he was. He knew you couldn’t go about your evening without checking in on him.

He knew you.

And you wouldn’t just ignore him out of the blue.

“I’ve got to do something.” He whispered to himself. He took out his phone and started calling you over and over again.

But still no answer.

He sat down next to Ethan on the couch, who was slowly drifting to sleep. “Y/n’s probably fine, Chad. Don’t worry.” He mumbled.

But that didn’t stop Chad from worrying. Not even a little bit.

When he called you again, you finally picked up and he let out a sigh of relief. But when the person on the other end of the line started talking, it wasn’t you.

He got up quickly after what he heard and didn’t even bother to grab a coat on this cold evening. He didn’t bother because something had happened to you.

Something bad.

“Y/n Y/l/n?” Chad questioned the woman at the reception, who was rather moody. She looked him up and down, before pointing towards the hall behind her.

“Room 13.” She replied bluntly, chewing her gum obnoxiously loud.

“Thanks.” He answered politely. His heart was racing out of worry.

He regretted not walking you upstairs. Regretted every decision he made that evening. And most specifically not telling you how he felt.

He had planned it all, the moment he was going to finally open up about his feelings for you. But he was too mesmerised by you, he completely forgot all about admitting to you.

He made his way to your room and his face softened when seeing you in the hospital bed. He walked over to you slowly, his heart breaking into a million pieces by seeing you like this.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard him enter, your head rested on the pillow.

“Chad.” You brought out with difficulty and you tried to shoot him a smile. “Y/n.” He replied walking over to sit down on the chair next to you instantly.

He grabbed your hand and held it tightly, tears threatening to spill. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there, Y/n.”

“It’s not your fault.” You assured him. “No, but it is. The night wasn’t supposed to go this way, but I chickened out and- I’m sorry.” Chad didn’t dare to look you in your eyes, feeling guilty.

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion while you listened to his ramble. You wanted to say something, but your mouth couldn’t form any words.

Chad looked up to look you in the eyes, but this time it felt different. His eyes had something else in them than they usually had.

You still looked him in the eyes while he opened and closed his mouth several times. “I- There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you. And the thing is I thought I had more time. Time to actually think this through and make it a perfect moment- ”

“Y/n, I really thought I’d lost you. It terrified me. And regret washed over me, I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve told you what I actually wanted to tell you.” He said, before taking a deep breath and exhaling.

You squeezed his hand assuring him that he could tell you what had been bothering him so much.

“Y/n, I like you. I have liked you since the moment I have laid eyes on you. Hell, I might even love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and-“ But before he could finish you had pulled him in for a kiss.

His hands made their way to your cheeks and cupped them gently. Your lips moved in sync together as relief washed over the both of you. The contact between your lips was electric and it’s as if the whole world just stopped. Like it was just the two of you.

You pulled away with the biggest smile on your faces. “I like you too, Chad. A lot actually.” You told him, your eyes never leaving his.

“Well, I’m sure I like you more.” He whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes in response.

#chad meeks martin #chad meeks x reader #chad meeks martin x reader #scream vi #fem! reader #gn! reader #scream #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #tara carpenter #sam carpenter

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ecoamerica · 1 month

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orderforbrian · 1 year

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Day 6 - Time Travel for @jonmartinweek!

im late again but only bc i drew waayyy too much for this lol - i couldnt help it tho i really love those kid-centric aus where jon and martin's future kids come visit their s1 selves - they're just full of so many cute moments and little jokes 🤭 i'm also just a sucker for anything jmart kid related. plus watching s1 jon and martin, who have budged hardly an inch past absolute loathing, grapple with the fact they not only get married in the future but have KIDS too is soooooooo good 😆they get to talking and realize "oh god you really are my ideal partner ohno OHHH NOO"

[Start ID: Multiple images of Jon and Martin from The Magnus Archives as well as their future children for an AU. Jon is a thin Persian man with dark, curly hair streaked with grey and rectangular glasses. Martin is a fat, mixed Polish/Korean man with dark brown, wavy hair, browline glasses, and a beauty mark by his lip. 1st image: Jon and Martin are sitting at a wedding table decorated with flowers, a plate with half eaten cake, and a green napkin. Jon is wearing a white shirt with a dark green bowtie, his hair is slicked back into a low bun with some styled stray hairs. His black suit jacket covers the chair behind him. He has light beard and a gold column earring. Martin is wearing a white shirt with a dark blue bowtie, his hair is styled back as well and he wears a gold diamond drop earring. They sit side by side, noses almost touching - Jon smiles wholesomely at Martin, holding up a coupe glass of champagne, and Martin smiles back with his eyes closed, left hand resting around the base of his own coupe glass. Jon's left hand sits on top of Martin's, each hand has a gold band on the ring finger. The drawing looks like a polaroid, Jon's handwriting at the bottom says "Jonathan and Martin Blackwood-Sims. June 27th, 2023." Martin has placed a red heart sticker and written "J+M" in blue marker on the photo. 2nd image: Jon and Martin are older and pose with their children on their backs. Their children, Mina and Jules, have dark, curly hair like Jon's, Mina has a beauty mark by his right eye and Jules has one on her left lower cheek. In this image Mina has her hair tied back into two pigtails and is smiling with one tooth gone. She wears overalls with a scalloped shirt, a sensory bracelet on her right wrist, and sneakers. She is riding on Martin's back, gripping his shirt with one hand and lifting up the other one behind his head, laughing loudly. Martin side eyes her with mirth, his hair is more choppy and down past his shoulders, he has a patchy beard, and wears a simple lined shirt. In this image, Jules has her hair tied back into a ponytail and is wearing a t-shirt, jean shorts and sneakers with a star on them. She sticks her tongue out towards the camera and winks one eye, both her arms are laced around Jon's neck. Jon's hair is past his ears and he has a fully grown mustache and beard, he wears a collared short sleeve shirt. Underneath ths photo Jon writes "Picnic after 2nd year primary. Mina (7) Jules (8)." Martin has drawn a yellow sun and written in blue marker "too old!!" and a crying face. 3rd image: Mina and Jules (off frame) hold up multiple photographs to younger Jon and Martin (season 1). Martin is wearing a collared shirt and his hair is side parted, cut just past his ears. Jon has his hair slicked back aside from a couple large curls at the front and wears a suit jacket, collared shirt, tie, and vest. Martin and Jon stare down at the photos with flustered surprise, confusion, and disbelief, both blushing. Martin pinches one of the photos with his right hand. Jon holds his glasses in his right hand.

4th image is a 7 panel comic. Mina and Jules both wear glasses and school uniforms with a backpack, Mina wearing a tie and vest, her hair done in two braids, and Jules wearing a collared shirt and tie, her hair in a bob with two clips. 1st panel: Jules outstretches her hand while looking angry at Mina who is looking away with a huff. "We would've gotten here way sooner if you didn't have to stop and pet that dumb dog!!". 2nd panel: Jon crosses his arms and sneers at Martin, who is looking unimpressed and annoyed and holding a tea mug. "They get that from you...". 3rd panel: Mina points at Jules and retorts "Well if you weren't so impatient we wouldn't have gotten caught, stupid!!". 4th panel: Martin lifts up the tea mug to take a sip and shoots back to Jon, who frowns, "They get that from you...". 5th panel: Mina and Jules yell at each other with closed eyes and hunched shoulders, "UGH!!! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS ARGUING WITH ME!!!". 6th panel: A simplified drawing of Jon and Martin, one speech bubble connecting both of them saying "They get that from you". 7th panel: Jon and Martin whip around and stare at each other with offended anger, saying "ME?!".

5th image is of Mina and Jules in full color. They have the same descriptions as in the comic, the school uniform is a purple gray, the skirts plaid. Mina wears a green colored sensory bracelet and Jules wears a blue colored one. Mina has a nervous frown, a couple sweat marks coming off her head, while Jules smiles with quiet confidence, a couple gold sparkles by her head. They hold hands in the middle, Jules is slightly taller than Mina. Above Mina are the following words: Mina (Mia) *younger sibling *a bit shy *fave color is green *loves when Dad does her hair. Above Jules are the following words: Julia (Jules) *older (by 11 months) *more adventurous *fave color is blue *loves when Baba buys her ice cream. End ID.]

#jmart #jonmartin #teaholding #jonmartinweek2023 #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #order up! art tag #jmart kids #time travel au #kid au #the magnus archives #tma

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lokiondisneyplus · 27 days

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Loki season two seemed like a conclusion to an engaging character arc of one of the Marvel Cinematic Universe’s (MCU) original villains. It capped a redemption arc where the titular character finally achieved what he’s been looking for all this time, but with a twist. At PaleyFest 2024, attendees watched a screening of the season finale followed by a panel featuring the cast and creatives. Stars Tom Hiddleston, Owen Wilson, Sophia Di Martino, and executive producer and writer Eric Martin and executive producers and directors Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead looked back at the Disney+ series.

Many anecdotes where shared including the previously reported stories of Di Martino’s special Sylvie costume that allowed easy access for feeding and pumping while filming season one. The actress used the same costume the next season because she had recently given birth again. Di Martino also retold the origins of her character working at McDonald’s in season two. When producers asked where she saw Sylvie next, she responded about fancying a burger.

Hiddleston then talked about which characters he studied while developing Loki. It’s no surprise that he drew inspiration from some well known villains including Alan Rickman’s Hans Gruber from Die Hard, Jack Nicholson’s Joker from Batman, and James Mason’s Phillip Vanddamm from North by Northwest. Much like Loki, all there were focused on control and revenge.

In the season finale, Loki realizes what he must do in order to save his friends. Hiddleston also shared how he got into the right mindset to film his awe inspiring scene where he finds his Glorious Purpose. He went back and watched the God of Mischief’s journey throughout the MCU.

“The experience of watching it reminded me that these are not just scenes I played, but they are all chapters of my own life. It reminded me of the friendships I made and the experiences I had in different parts of the world. I was filled with such gratitude for the whole of it, for the journey.” Hiddleston continued, “I realized that in this moment, Loki is redefining his Glorious Purpose and he’s discovered it because he’s found friends that he loves and wants to care for. Loki is doing it for his friends and the people he loves. And I thought to myself, well, Tom. Do it for your friends and the people you love.”

We’ve already heard of costume designer, Christine Wada, and her magic with Sylvie’s outfit. Hiddleston discussed Wada’s approach to the final God Loki look we see in the finale.

“It would be distinctly different from everything that had come before. All the other costumes in the MCU are elaborate and armored and detailed with embellishment almost as an expression of who he wants to project in the world. This is more humble and almost monastic. Yes, in a way he’s a king finally ascending the throne. Perhaps he’s more like a monk at the end of time. Something monastic and humble about it.”

During Loki’s moment of self sacrifice to repair the Loom, we see him grasping the various thread-like timelines and weaving them together. It’s as if he is turning these “burdens” and wrapping himself with them. Moorhead shared some insight into the scene itself.

“Loki is learning the importance of the connection between people so it’s a visual metaphor of course for the things that are most important to him, which is connection to the people at the TVA, his friends and all that. Something he didn’t have coming into season one… He’s becoming the Loom by the end of it and so we should have him physically start to become the Loom when he gets into this very humble looking God Loki.”

#tom hiddleston #loki s2 #paleyfest #sophia di martino #owen wilson #aaron moorhead #justin benson

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Massage - Martín Ødegaard

Martín Ødegaard x Reader

Thank you @greykitkepa for being an amazing beta reader!

Warnings: none!

Word count: 713

Summary:

Martin comes to you, his physiotherapist girlfriend, for a massage

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“Back again?” You ask watching your boyfriend walk through the door and over to you.

“Mhmmm.” Martin replies with a shy but cheeky smile.

“What is it this time?” You can’t help but shake your head a little, amused.

“My thigh hurts a little.” Martin says while jumping up onto the treatment table in front of you.

You watch him move around until he’s sitting comfortable, still smiling at you.

Shaking your head again, you stand and move to stand by his side.

“Tell me where exactly.” You watch as he moves a hand to his thigh, moving his shorts a little to show you where he feels some pain.

“Right here.” He mumbles, his finger drawing an invisible circle around the area it hurts.

You nod, mentally remembering where he drew the invisible circle before grabbing everything you need for a massage.

Even though you know there’s a very good chance he’s just making up things so he can come visit, you still go ahead as if it was real and there’s a chance he’s injured or feeling some pain.

Once you’ve gathered all your supplies, you stand by his side again.

“Lay back a little.” You mumble, moving the material of his shorts out of the way so you can properly massage the sore area.

Martin lays back, his hands behind his head. He watches you with soft eyes. You can feel him track your movements.

“So..are you really hurt or did you just want to come see me again? This is the third time today you’ve come down here for something.” You mumble, chuckling when his cheeks turn pink.

“Maybe it’s a bit of both?” His answer sounds more like a question.

“Mhmmm…sure.” You laugh, focusing on massaging his thigh.

You can just hear the music in the background as silence falls between you. You can still feel his eyes on you while yours are watching your own hands and his thigh, making sure to properly massage the area Martin said he felt some pain.

“Så pen.” You recognise the words, ones your boyfriend has said to you many times before.

He grins, knowing that you’ve mentally translated the words and they’ve done something to you. He knows by the way your hands stop for a split second and your lip twitches to smile, just a little bit.

“Okay, done!” You finish up, gently tapping his thigh.

“Already?” Martin pouts.

“Not a serious injury. Just needed a little massage.”

You take a step back and reach over for a towel to wipe your hands. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him look over, ready for a kiss.

You smile but shake your head ‘no’.

He carefully sits up on the bed, moving to sit with his legs dangling over the side.

“No kiss?” Martín mumbles, a small pout on his lips.

“Nope,” You pop the ‘P’ sound. "We’re at work. No kisses until we’re home, remember?” You can’t help but laugh a little at the way he visibly deflates when you remind him.

You throw the now dirty towel into the laundry bin.

“So..no kisses until 4?” He asks, looking at the watch around his wrist.

“I have to stay back today. New stock came in this morning so I have to do inventory.” You reply, packing away a few rolls of tape that were left out from the last player that was in here.

“How long will that take?” His eyes still following you.

“Maybe a few hours? Think these drawers need to be properly organised again.” You mumble, closing the tape drawer on one of the carts.

“That’s so long though.” He whines.

“Only,” you pause to look at the clock hanging up above the glass door “3 or 4 hours until I’m done for the day.” You reply.

He lets out a sound, something like a groan and whine mixed together.

“You have to get back to training. I’m sure time will go by fast if you actually finish the rest of your workout.”

“If I come down here after and stay with you while you do inventory, will I get a few kisses before we go home?” He asks, his legs gently swinging as he waits for your answer.

“We’ll see.”

#martin ødegaard #martin odegaard #arsenal #my fics: bellinghamilton #reader #fluff #football imagines #m writes #football fics #fanfic #martin odegaard x reader #martin odegaard fluff

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somewhat-insane · 3 months

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Soooo, y'all know that one scene in The Walten Files 4 where "Bon" says "You can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs" weeelllll, that reminded me of Wukong's omelette line in LEGO Monkie Kid so... I did a little something. I'm putting the art under the cut since there is blood, but if you watched the Walten Files 4 you should be okay seeing it.

Here's the reference image...

And here's what I drew.

I realized while doing this that Martin Walls's art style is kinda like the opposite of mine since he uses a lot of sharp jagged shapes meanwhile my art is more soft and rounded. Which, makes sense considering he's a horror artist.

Anyway, if you haven't watched the Walten Files or haven't caught up I HIGHLY suggest you do. Walten Files 4 is probably my favorite so far. The animation is amazing (and kinda reminds me of the kind of animation my dad likes to do) and is just as terrifying and unsettling as we've come to expect. NOT TO MENTION, I genuinely teared up at the end.

#lego monkie kid #art #lmk #digital art #fanart #artists on tumblr #drawing #monkie kid #doodles #the walten files #the walten files fanart #the walten files 4 #the walten files spoilers #the walten files bon #the walten files banny #twf bon #twf 4 spoilers

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siryouarebeingmocked · 9 months

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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: I may have activated my own trap card

Spoilers for a movie that's two months old and also out on home release.

So, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr (Spider-India), and Hobie (Spider-Punk) all seem to have modern left-wing politics, though Gwen's got edited out. Hobie's introduction specifically says he hates "fascists", which carries over from the original comics.

By the time Hobie came around, I assumed he was just another poser, cooler than the hero rival character, expressing generic leftie politics, and his punk ethos wasn't sincere.

Which is exactly what the writers wanted me to think.

Not only is Hobie perfectly sincere about being anti-authoritarian, but he's been helping Miles since before they even met. He's been blatantly stealing junk from the Spider Society to build his own universe-jumping watch, and disguising it as petty vandalism.

He even tries to talk Miles out of trying to join the Spider-Society before the reveal that Miles himself is an anomaly, and the SS (geddit?) tries to detain Miles.

When Hobie says he's against authoritarianism, he really means it.

Speaking of the left-wing politics, Miles has a "#BLM" pin on his bag. It's very visible while he sits next to his dad.

Who's a cop.

(TANGENT: A few years ago, someone drew a stupid, very bad comic where Spider-Man (Peter Parker) was a) black, b) hated cops, and c) assaulted and subdued riot cops when they asked him for help.

That the comic didn't even show the riot cops were wrong. We were just supposed to assume they deserve to be left to the mercy of an angry mob.

Also, in this comic, Uncle Ben was killed by a cop, not a random thug who Spidey could've stopped but chose not to. Which makes me wonder how that would shake out.

It's kind of weird for someone to look at a character who's about personal responsibility to an unhealthy degree, and use him to express their collectivist anti-cop terrorism fantasies. That, or they didn't think through their fantasies.)

During Spider-India's opening, Miles says "I love Chai Tea!" And Pavitr goes on a rant about how "Chai" means "tea". Later on, The Spot says he's been on a "journey of self-discovery", and Pavitr basically says he's racist.

Which is a tad ironic, because Spot is literally white. And also because Pavitr is the one making the racist assumptions.

And I personally go to a church - in England - that has a lot of non-white non-British people. Mostly Africans. And me, of course. I wonder if any Asians ever went on a journey of self discovery to South London.

And I don't just mean as a cab driver.

"Wait, SYABM, didn't you move to the UK for self-discovery?"

W-well, yes, partially.

Aside: I made the mistake of watching a Youtube video with the Chai Tea joke, and then I looked at the comments.

One guy said "tfw when Twitter users write a movie". An idiot (with much more upvotes) said "bro out here wanting blatant racism in movies".

...When the whole point of the joke is that the racism is not blatant.

It's only "blatant" if you're insufferably Twitterized. There are loads of redundant phrasings in English, like "ATM machine", and words often shift when they're adopted from other languages.

Also, "I dislike this joke" is not the same as "I want racism in this movie", when the "racism" in the movie is only there so it could be mocked.

One of the issues with putting real world movements in worlds that are drastically different - it's one of the main selling points of the franchise - is that it may seem odd that those movements exist in very similar form to the IRL version.

For example, Miles supports BLM in both his video game, and this. Which makes me think "did Trayvon Martin get shot in Florida? How about Mike Brown? Wouldn't the existence of supervillains throw things into a new perspective?"

Did I mention the giant George Floyd-style "REST IN POWER" mural to Miles' dead uncle? I cringed at that in the Wakanda Forever trailer, and I rolled my eyes at it here.

Floyd wasn't a saintly martyr, he was an unlucky violent thug.

Also, Aaron was a supervillain killed by another bad guy who nearly destroyed the city, not a cop.

Also, this is at a party to celebrate how Miles' dad is about to be promoted. Assuming Floyd died and the 2020 protests/riots also happened in Miles' universe, then it seems a tad tasteless to have a mural inspired by an anti-cop movement overlooking it, even if the party is not full of cops.

Spider-India lives in "Mumbattan".

The people who settled the Manhattan area were originally Indian. But the other type of Indian. The Indians we're not supposed to call Indians anymore.

The name "Manhattan" is even Native American.

The first permanent settlement was Dutch. Then the English got it. I guess the English could've shipped Indians to the other side of the world and eventually ceded the area to them, or maybe in this world India was a world-conquering superpower and Mumbattan is the result of...importing Native Americans?

Which would make Pavitr's complaint that "the British stole all of our stuff and put it in their museums" seem a tad hypocritical.

Of course, since I wrote all that, someone reminded me that Pavitr explicitly says the joint is in India.

"SYABM," you say, "you're overthinking this."

Yes, I am. Because the filmmakers didn't think it through. If you want to use ha-ha-funny to make a serious point, you invite examination of that point.

Miles (as Spidey) now works with his dad, though he disguises his voice. At one point, Miles tells his father that men bottle up mental health issues.

This is true (and ironic, considering Miles is hiding who he is from Jeff), but it's not the first time I've seen some progressive work try to address men's issues in an very awkward way. At least here, it's played for comedy.

Also, seems a tad hypocritical coming from a guy who wears a "#BLM" pin in the presence of his cop father.

Also, if you work the timeline, that would mean Miles was about 7 or 6 when BLM started. Which means he's gone most of his life knowing nothing else.

There was a controversy over a "protect trans kids" trans flag in Gwen's room, which was apparently edited out.

IMO, it seems a tad strange for a girl who feels estranged from everyone in her world to join a social movement, but what do I know? Maybe it was there before then.

Some people came to the extremely logical conclusion that Gwen herself is trans. Even though she's distinctly physically feminine and possibly too young for puberty blockers depending on Earth 65′s laws.

Like the "oh great, it's Liv" shippers, people are reaching really hard to see what they want to see.

Some people have said that Gwen's issues with her dad and herself seem awfully similar to the issues LGBTQIA2S+ kids go through.

Gee, it's not like, y'know, feeling estranged from one's family is a common theme in fiction about teenagers and superhero, and the whole "superpowers = minority" thing has been done to death for most of the past century.

Perhaps most notably - and clumsily - in X-Men.

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I'm not saying this wasn't the intended subtext. I'm saying if it was, it would just be really, really cliche.

There's this recurring theme of people telling miles "how [his] story is supposed to go".

When he's at a meeting with his parents and his guidance counselor, the lady says his story of being a black-Latino son of an immigrant would sound great in the college application letters. His mom is a tad miffed, given that they're a) solidly middle class, and b) as a Puerto Rican, she considers herself American.

Miguel (Spider-Man 2099) doesn't want Miles in the multiversal council of Spiders, because Miles was bitten by the radioactive spider from a different universe. Which is why his local Spider-Man died, and the spider's home dimension has no Spider-Man.

Also, Miguel is fixated on "canon events". The idea that there are certain things, especially tragedies, that have to happen to Spiders, or their entire universe falls apart.

And he knows this, because he tried to take over for a version of him that got shot dead by a thug. Tried to raise his daughter.

And he watched as the universe collapsed in front of him.

So he's projecting his own guilt onto Miles, a tad.

According to TVtropes and other sources, this was actually about the people who didn't accept Miles as a replacement Spidey, possibly out of racism.

Yeah, that's real hard-hitting topical meta-commentary about a character who debuted 12 years ago. 8 years when the first movie came out.

I'd also like to point out that despite stereotypes of comic book fans, certain minority successors to banner superheros have been fairly well-received. Like Jaime Reyes, or Cassandra Cain.

(Note: I wrote that before the Blue Beetle movie came out. And flopped.)

And, of course, loads of people like Miles specifically because he's a minority Spidey, which is also racist, just from the other direction. In fact, a lot of his fans seem to forget the "Latino" part of "Afro-Latino". From what little I've seen of Miles early comics, they did actually put strong emphasis on his race.

I also suspect the filmmakers may be misinterpreting the usual successor knee-jerk reactions

as racism. If you're using an established brand name for your new hero, you're creating some expectations.

Also, you know the most popular meme about regular Spidey that I see? That Marvel's writers just keep making him suffer and don't want him to actually develop. Which would kinda make Marvel closer to Team Miguel than Team Miles.

Miles also gripes that Miguel is letting "some algorithm" tell him what to do. While I agree with the sentiment, I'd like to point out that, again, Miles supports BLM.

A movement popularized by an algorithm.

A movement made up of narratives and assumptions.

A movement which has never proven a single incident was because of racism.

During the big chase scene, we see a Spider girl in a wheelchair, aka Sun-Spider. She's from the comics. Same initiative that gave us "Web-Weaver".

Who is, of course, an extremely effete gay fashion designer Spidey. I kinda like his outfit, though the Spider-eyes with eyelashes is a little too far.

And Sun-Spider seems exactly like a character a stereotypical 90s executive and focus group would come up with. Down to the backward baseball cap.

(Turns out she's Dayn Broder's actual Spider-Sona.)

Also, while I was looking up that one black and white Spider who said "nowhere to run" (Metro-Spider, played by record producer Metro Boomin [/sic]), I found out that Aunt May's full name is "Maybelle", not just "May". TIL.

There's a bit of a double standard with this version of Spider-Woman, who's black and pregnant. -People in the movie - including Peter B - regularly point out how Peter B endangering his infant daughter Mayday by taking her along with him. But for some reason, nobody says a word about Jessica, who's an active-duty stunt-biking superhero.

Even regular motorbiking can be dangerous for pregnant women.

In fact, the movie portrays this as heroic and impressive. When Gwen sees Jess is preggos, she asks if Jess can adopt her.

Not to mention the whole "afro and hoop earrings" thing, which seem like a bad idea for a type of hero who often gets into melee combat, even with Spider-Sense.

Yes, I'm aware that female heroes, including the Spider-Ladies, often have exposed hair. It's a genre convention. Incidentally, it was nice to see Batwoman wore a detachable decoy wig in the comics. Some bad guy tries to grab it in a fight? It comes right off.

Also, Jess doesn't have much actual character.

Being pregnant is not a character trait. In fact, her only real traits are basically "cool but stern sassy mentor", to contrast with Peter B. -Incidentally, someone on TVtropes pointed out the double standard. And when I saw the page again, a page-camper had deleted it, with no explanation.

Guess they couldn't stand someone pointing out the flaws of their waifu.

(One) Spider-UK in this movie is Muslim. I know she's Muslim because she wears a Spider-themed headdress. Note that regular Marvel 616 has a muslim lady Spider-UK, but her name is Zarina Zahari and she doesn't wear a hijabi.

(Also, she could be mistaken for Ms. Marvel.)

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You might be thinking "wait, isn't a headdress impractical in a melee fight? Doesn't it give your enemy something to grab?" Yes, it is.

But so are Jess's earrings, afro, and being pregnant, so clearly there's a lot of artistic license going on.

Maybe it's partially tearaway, like Batman's cape.

I gotta wonder about the religious rules of wearing a head covering over a mask that *already* covers your entire head. Did she go see her imam and go "Okay, I have a really weird question..."

Come to think, Spidey is usually slim, but a lot of lady Spideys in this movie seemed to have wide hips. Including muscular ladies. Kris Anka's concept art goes really hard on wide hips. I don't know why. Stronger, faster character reads during the big chase?

I guess Spiders could be expected to have strong legs.

BOTTOM LINE:

I liked the movie overall, though the progressive bits made me roll my eyes a little. I...want to see the third one, with reservations.

#tvtropes #spiderman #character design #movies

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Allison Argent x Martin!Fem!Reader

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Request: Anonymous asked:Can I please have an imagine where the reader is the younger sister of Lydia Martin (by one year) and She starts to have feelings for Alison Argent after they meet and is unaware that Alison feels the same way until after the reader takes an Arrow to her side that was meant for Alison. They end up confessing and kiss passionately plz?

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When it first started you just assumed it was because you liked her as a friend. She was nice and kind and treated you the way she treated your sister. Your sister, Lydia, on the other hand, chased you away like you were a stray cat.

“I’m just saying that you don’t need to come with us.” Lydia complained as she waited at her locker for Allison. You caught a glimpse of Allison first. She was laughing at something that Isaac was saying as she came down the stairs. She seemed to be lit by warm sunlight. Lydia scoffed and blocked her from your view. “Will you go away!”

“Fine. But Mom said I have to go with you tonight.” You said dismissively as you pushed off the lockers and left. Allison called after you and waved. You smiled and waved back until Lydia looked pleased as you turned back and waved before continuing to hurry away. “What’s up?” She asked Lydia as she scoffed and watched you walk away.

“Why can’t she get friends of her own?” Lydia grumbled. Allison chuckled and shook her head as she went through her locker.

“I like (Y/N).” Allison said. Lydia rolled her eyes.

“Of course you two like each other.” She muttered. Allison was rummaging through her locker and stepped away.

“What’d you say?” She asked. Lydia waved her off and the two of them continued on their way.

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“This way!” You shouted. Liam dived into the shadows and you could hear an awful sound of growling, teeth-gnashing and tiring. You weren’t sure who was behind you but they kept pace. You thought possibly Stiles or Kira but you weren’t sure which one had caught up to you first.

“Watch out!” Kira shouted. She lept forward swinging her weapon as she yelled. It sang in the air and made a light clanging sound as it struck something.

“What was that?” Stiles asked. Kira found her footing and grabbed at something in the grass.

“An arrow? Not one of Allison’s though.” She said as the three of you continued running.

“There’s a monster and a hunter! Great!” You snapped and all of you stopped as you came to a cliff edge. Hurrying along to the familiar clearing that was up ahead you spotted Allison. She was trying to reason with someone in the tree line while Scott was on the floor. Lydia was pressing down on a wound with an arrow protruding from it. Liam rushed past the three of you but deeper in the tree line. If you hadn’t turned back to look at Kira and Stiles you wouldn't have noticed him.

“Allison!” You yelled and ran forward. The hunter stepped forward and drew their weapon. A large bow. Lydia froze and a scream caught in her throat. Scott saw her panic and turned despite the wound that wasn’t healing. You knocked Allison aside as Scott reached out. He yanked at your ankle which caused you to fall and the arrow hit you in the arm. It had been square on and would have hit you in the chest if you hadn’t fallen. Another arrow followed quickly before Liam dove on the hunter. Malia staggered towards him, wounded but determined to help wrangle the hunter whose mask was knocked off. Allison seemed to recognise him. She turned away and rushed to you.

“(Y/N)!” She gasped.

“I’m ok.” You croaked out. She had tears in her eyes and looked around for help. Stiles hurried over, calling for help while Kira yanked off her jacket to give Allison something to help with your wounds.

“(Y/N) I’m so sorry!” Allison went on. She managed to help you despite her eyes being so clouded with tears that she couldn’t see.

“I’d take an arrow for you any day.” You said quietly, starting to feel rather sleepy.

“I love you.” Allison said when she couldn’t get you to say anything else. Lydia trembled as she began to feel a familiar wave rush over her. Everyone looked up when light flooded the clearing. An ambulance barely made it through and Melissa burst out of the van’s glow. She was followed by a dozen or so officers who apprehended the hunter. Lydia let out a tearful sob of relief as someone took over helping Scott and the feeling of dread began to die down. You began to come to, in the ambulance as Lydia and Allison crammed into the back with Melissa and another paramedic.

“Allison, I’ll take over.” Melissa said gently as you took Allison’s position at your side. Lydia had to reach out and guide Allison to a seat out of the way.

“(Y/N) will be fine.” Lydia promised. She shared a look with Allison who searched her face and nodded realising that Lydia was genuine.

Allison tags:

@gillybear17 @ravennoore14 @the-caravello-post @killing-gremlin @aegonandaemondtargaryenslut18 @lchufflepuffcorn @maplefire18 @geekyandgay98 @savagemickey03 @kaitieskidmore1 @fatherfigured

#allison argent #allison argent x reader #bonniebird

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do you have that sketch martin posted a while back of sophie wearing patch pants with a zip-up hoodie? it was right after the release of the fnaf movie i think, but i can't find it for the life of me

Yeah I have it here you go. He drew a whole batch of FNAF movie art right after watching it (some featuring TWF characters) but this is the only one i saved. because i'm predictable

#ask

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cellythefloshie · 10 months

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;; I Found Chapter Five of Alone With You Dedicated to @miracleonice87

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Summary: Anthony returns to New York City for the first time since he played against the Islanders as a member of the Vancouver Canucks. He is there to support them as they take on the Carolina Hurricanes in the first round of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, but he is also left to worry about having to tell Mat the news... Word Count: 2151

New York.

The regular season could only end as well as Anthony could have expected it to for a struggling franchise. While the Canucks had gone on to win 16 of their last 23 games, they had finished 6th in the conference - and 22nd in the league. Even with the Canucks failing to clinch a playoff birth, Anthony was coming off a career-high in points at 40 - a high he hoped to best come the 2023-2024 season with the time and dedication he would give to his training, but the post-season came first, even if he wasn’t playing in it.

The New York Islanders had secured the wildcard spot for the Metropolitan division. While it was bittersweet to have to sit back and watch the team that had traded him make their playoff push, Anthony and Dani had caught a flight to the East Coast to cheer on Mat - but that didn’t come without its anxieties. By every definition of the word, Anthony and Dani had been dating for two months. And not once had either of them mentioned it to her brother.

Their relationship wasn’t something they were trying to keep secret, her parents and her sister already knew - but Mat deserved more than just a phone call. Anthony respected him too much for that. It was news that he needed to hear in person, and that was something the entire family supported - even as they settled into the suite together.

They were all dressed in blue and orange, and those who wore jerseys proudly wore BARZAL on their backs, while he had opted to wear nothing more than a white t-shirt that left him feeling lost in the crowd. It wasn’t long ago that UBS Arena had been his home away from home. But now the Islanders were set to take on the Carolina Hurricanes - down 2-0 in the series - without him, it only added to the heavy, anxious feeling in his chest as he sat down and took in the ice from a vantage point he had only really got to experience while injured.

It was a sea of blue and orange - the occasional blemish of red and black among them washed away by the names on the backs of the Islander’s fans. The names Barzal, Lee, Martin, and Horvat were all on the backs of many, and even his name was still among them, but not even that could put him at ease. His heart continued to hammer in his chest, and her hands were slick with a nervous sweat that he was left to wipe down the length of his jeans, trying to get rid of the dampness, before his sister arrived.

It wasn’t like Estelle to be late, especially for one of their games. Anthony had expected her to greet them at their seats, but as he looked around the suite, she was nowhere to be found.

Anthony abandoned his seat and moved back towards the door of the suite. He stood just off to the side to stay out of the way of the service staff. Then, the moment his eyes fell on his baby sister - and before she could even think about taking off her coat - his arms were around her in a death grip of a hug.

“About time you showed up,” he sighed as he gripped her coat and rested his cheek against the top of her head, “had me thinking I would have to drive out to Brooklyn to get you.”

Estelle was silent as he drew back, her eyes on the ground as she tugged off her coat to show off the 2023 Stanley Cup Playoffs t-shirt. It would have looked like she had just picked it up from the store if he hadn’t looked wrinkled from a few days of wear - and if it hadn’t looked almost two sizes too big on her. Estelle had tucked the shirt into her jeans. If it hadn’t been, she would have been swimming in it. Anthony could have sworn it was a player-issued shirt. But any clear indication of that was concealed by her oversized cardigan sweater.

When she finally spoke, Estelle looked up at him with her sweet smile, “I always make it when you invite me, Tito. When had I ever missed a game when you played here?”

“Not a single one.”

“Exactly, now come on, it’s puck drop!”

“Actually, Stell, I wanted to” Before Anthony could finish, Estelle was cutting in.

“Not now, Tito! The game-” she pointed down to the ice with such excitement he had never seen for him, though he hadn’t watched a game with her since they were children. He had always been out on the ice. “-and Dani! Liana!”

The excitement of seeing Mat’s sisters almost had Anthony laughing. That was the very thing he wanted to talk to her about. Anthony wanted to tell her about his relationship with Dani. He was sure it would go over well enough. The two of them always seemed to get along even if they didn’t have much in common - but it could wait until the end of the period at the very least.

Leaving the seat he had once claimed and had since been overtaken by Estelle as she spoke with Dani, Anthony lingered at the back of the suite at one of the cocktail tables. His gaze shifted from the television on the wall to the ice below and finally to his sister and Dani as they quickly fell into the excitement of a playoff game. If the two of them only had one thing in common, it was their devotion to their family and the game, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them both cheering together as the teams battled it out period after period.

After a scoreless first period, both teams secured their first goals of the game in the second. Cizikas scored first for the Islanders and Fast 4 minutes later for the Hurricanes.

The 1-1 game left fans on edge going into the second intermission, Anthony included but for different reasons. He wanted to be able to sit down next to Dani. To drape his arm around her narrow shoulders and pull her in close. To enjoy the game together instead of across the room from one another to keep his own hands at bay. He hoped that the intermission would give him the time he needed to speak with Estelle, but she was captivated by one thing or another. She was constantly doing something - anything to avoid Anthony as he made his way to sit beside her with the hopes of being able to talk to her. But it was Dani who was stealing her attention now.

She had just returned from getting a few beers, carrying one in each hand as she came to stand just behind his seat. He could feel Dani brace herself against the back of his chair as she reached around him carefully, her arm grazing his as she leaned in and offered him a beer. And when he had taken it from her, she straightened up and let her hand that once rested on the back of his chair travel up. Her hand lingered on the back of his neck, the tips of her nails dragging over his skin as she spoke, “When does the jacket come in?”

Anthony’s head snapped to the side, looking at Dani from the corner of his eye as confusion took his features. Jacket? What Jacket? His eyes followed her stare to Estelle, who sat in her seat, her face mirroring the same expression as his own.

“I’m sorry. What are you asking?” Estelle countered her question with one of her own, sending both women into silence as they shared a look Anthony couldn’t quite identify. He would have to ask Dani about it later - but first, the third period.

With goals from Palmeri, Martin Mayfield and Lee, the Islander took the game and brought the series to 2-1. The atmosphere in the arena was electric and reminded Anthony of the two times the team had gone to the Conference finals together. If they could persevere and take the series, they could have another great run ahead of them, and he would be there every step of the way with Dani for Mat - not as his teammate, but as his friend.

The Barzals, Anthony, and Estelle remained in their seats until the arena cleared. Then together, they made their way down into the depths of UBS Arena and to the locker rooms. Anthony followed at the back of the pack with Estelle, his eye on the floor as he heard the cheers of celebration in the distance. It was almost enough to have him retreating to wait outside, especially when it paired with the worry that lingered deep in his gut. This was the first time Anthony was seeing Mat since he started dating Dani. He had to tell him before they left the arena that night, or else there came the risk of Mat discovering it on his own. That was the last thing Anthony wanted.

Yet, he continued to linger as Mat came out of the locker room wearing his suit and a grin. He welcomed his family with an embrace. His arms enveloped his mother, father, Dani and Liana before he found him.

“Hey, man,” Mat greeted, the two of them sharing their own hug.

They were supposed to go to dinner after the game, but Anthony was sure those plans would change. Before Mat could fully pull back from the embrace, Anthony put the night of celebration and relaxation in jeopardy. “As the risk of ruining the night, I’ve gotta tell you something.”

There was a seriousness in his words, one that sent a chill through his own body. He hated putting his friendship in jeopardy like this. There was a risk of throwing so much away for Dani, but she was worth it in every way. He just hoped Mat would understand as he stood across from him with his brow quirked up in curiosity as if to say: what could ruin seeing my sister and best friend for the first time in months?

His heart jumped up into his throat, the nerves almost getting the best of him before he looked back to Dani. She met his stare, her head cocking to the side and her smile small. He hated that look, the one that told him that she was willing to tell her brother if it was too difficult for him. But he knew that this was something he needed to do himself. Mat needed to hear it from him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want her support. Reaching back, Anthony took hold of Dani’s hand, and in an instant, he found his courage, his resolve.

With Dani by his side, there was no more beating around the bush. He needed to be forward, direct, and firm with his words. He needed to tell Mat what had been going on in Vancouver, to convey just how serious things were - that their relationship wasn’t just a fling forced by proximity and convenience when, in reality, it had been years in the making. “Dani and I, we’ve been seeing each other-”

He had meant to continue, but Mat’s expression left Anthony choking on his words. Mat’s eyes had gone wide with surprise, but the rest of his features hadn’t hardened with the anger he had been expecting. No, Mat was smiling as his hand raised to run over his jaw and up to rub the back of his neck almost nervously - and he was almost laughing as he cast his glance away from Anthony. Whoever Mat was looking for, Anthony didn’t look away from Mat to find out. He was still too nervous to look away from Mat, thinking Mat could throw a punch at him at any moment.

“You’re not mad?” Anthony spoke slowly, trying to gain some clarity.

“No, I- ah-” Mat was hesitant with his words as his hand continued to linger on the back of his neck, “I can’t be.”

Relief consumed Anthony. Was his relationship with Dani something that was only a matter of time? Something that everyone else had seen coming before the two of them had let themselves realize it, but Mat’s gaze had failed to return to him. He had something more to say. Anthony’s brow furrowed, leaning in quizzically before following Mat’s eyes. His stare traced back to Estelle, who stood with her lips parted with her own display of shock and her stare locked on Mat. As if Estelle’s stare hadn’t said it all, Mat’s words confirmed it for him, “I can’t be mad because I’ve been dating Estelle-”

#anthony beauvillier #mat barzal #nhl imagine #nhl rpf #nhl fanfiction #hockey rpf #hockey imagines #the summer fic exchange 2k23 #;; alone with you

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blackwolfstabs · 5 months

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Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @fantasylandbitch

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Red Border Collie Kirby, German Shepherd/Wolfdog Sam, and Siamese cat Mindy take on the wilderness as an unpredictable trio.

fandom: Scream // Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey!AU characters: Kirby Reed, Sam Carpenter, & Mindy Meeks-Martin a/n: this fic is basically a scene taken from the film Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey (1993) and writing it with the 3 Scream characters listed above. because of this, Kirby, Sam, and Mindy are NOT animal shifters, they are strictly written as if they were ONLY animals to begin with (of course my creative ass could come up with a whole Scream universe where most, if not all, the characters were animals haha) that said, i DO NOT own the movie and have purposefully written this for one of the best people in the world (@fantasylandbitch)

Kirby Reed - Red Border Collie Mindy Meeks-Martin - Siamese Cat Samantha Carpenter - German Shepherd Wolfdog

A night in the wilderness wasn’t exactly ideal for the trio that had endured it, even if they were animals. Sam was the most instinctively reactive, due to her being part wolf. Kirby was the most reliable as far as tracking and problem-solving, given that she was an FBI K-9 and a purebred border collie. And Mindy, well… she was the only cat, and she wasn’t exactly in-touch with her wild side. She was more of a house cat with a mouth that could put anyone who dared to try her in their place. She was quick-witted and a fantastic strategist but strictly in a domestic or urban realm.

The night hours in the forest had been filled with noises and unwanted thoughts, pressing all three to stay alert and even encourage Mindy to retreat from her place in a tree to be close to her canine companions. If any menacing animal crossed their path, they’d hoped that Sam’s wolfish appearance and nature would fend them off. Luckily, all had gone smooth, and with the sun starting to glow in between the trees, Kirby had been the first to get up and search for some food. After all, they hadn’t eaten for over 24 hours now.

Sam and Mindy were still asleep in the small corner of fallen branches and logs that were clustered together. Mindy had tucked herself close to Sam’s side, while Sam was semi-curled around her, both peacefully indulging in the dreamworld. It wasn’t until Mindy’s long tail started to curl and flick her canine friend’s muzzle that one of them started to be drawn out of sleep.

Sam’s ears and lips twitched, but she didn’t move, seeming to think that it was just a part of her dream. But then it happened again, something soft and feathery stroking her nose. She tried to move her snout away. When it happened a third time, she growled in frustration and drew her paw over her muzzle. She felt her pads meet whatever was tickling her nose, but the minute she tried to paw it away, a startled noise jolted her awake.

Mindy jumped to her paws with a pained yowl and yanked her tail free. She whipped around, fur bristling. “Watch where you put those big-ass paws, Sam!” she hissed.

The other just blinked at her sleepily. “Then watch where you put your long-ass tail,” she retorted.

The she-cat sat down to groom herself, replying in between licks, “I didn’t mean to, I was dreaming…”

She just received a groan.

Before they could engage in anything else, Kirby trotted up from beyond the trees to round them up. “Alright, guys, rise and shine.”

The only feline straightened from her short grooming session. “You don’t have to tell me twice,” she grumbled flatly.

“I’ve found our breakfast,” the border collie reported, tail wagging.

At the mention of food, Sam raised her head, and her ears perked. “You went hunting?”

The other shook her head, “Nope. Not yet anyway.” She met Mindy’s blue eyes, “We’re gonna need your cat reflexes.”

The appointed shrugged, “Can do.” She then raced past the eldest canine, who looked back to the last member that was still lying down.

“Come on, Sam,” she encouraged, already turning to lead the two to her discovery. “I’m surprised you weren’t up sooner. I thought you’d be bright-eyed and bushy-tailed by dawn.”

Sam bit back a groan as she pulled herself to her paws and followed her. “Never. 7:30’s the earliest… and that’s on a good day,” she replied, to which she earned a chuckle.

Kirby’s spot was only a half mile away, except it wasn’t a spot. It was a lake. She knew cats always had a taste for anything they could hunt, plus the only cat was Mindy. She was easy to please. However, she remembered Sam being very specific about things, whenever they were in K-9 training together. “Mindy,” she called her to attention.

The siamese hopped up onto the neighboring rock, “Don’t worry, I got it.” She crouched down and stared into the rippling surface, her crystal eyes steady for any sign of shimmering scales. While Kirby was still and patient, any sign of prey vanished at the vibration of the other canine across the way prowling the bank.

Mindy’s tail lashed in annoyance, while Kirby barked over to her. “Sam, be still! You’re scaring all the fish away!”

Sam leapt away from the lake and galloped back to where they were. She slowed to a trot as she came up with her head lowered. “Sorry, I was just trying to help…”

“It’s fine,” Mindy replied, then went back to concentrating, “Just nobody move.”

The pair of canines waited patiently, both watching the way their feline companion crouched like a statue, the tip of her tail the only part of her that twitched. And then, when they thought breakfast would turn into lunch, she swiped a paw into the water and hooked out a trout, which she tossed in Kirby’s direction. “Snap its neck!” she ordered.

The red border collie pounced immediately and snatched the fish in her jaws. She felt bones crack and the body go limp as she bit down, but she made sure to shake it to make sure it was dead. “Thanks, Mindy,” she spoke around her mouthful of scales, carrying it to a dry spot.

“Yep!” The she-cat crouched down again, on the lookout for her next victim. “Are you ready, Sam? You gotta be quick, because they’re slippery.”

“Mm-hmm,” the other nodded.

“I warn you, because you can be clumsy with those paws sometimes…” Sam gave her a small warning growl, to which she carried on. “Okay, found one! Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Fetch!” Mindy scooped up the next fish and flung it out of the water. But of course, it didn’t land where it was supposed to. Instead, it went completely sideways, out of the intended receiver’s reach.

“Mindy!” Sam barked, having to jump up from where she sat and hunt down the fish flopping around in the grass. For something born and built to only move in water, it was able to manage missing the shepherd’s trained paws.

Over yonder, Kirby glanced up from her meal and licked her lips. “That’ll wake you for sure, right?” she teased, recalling her comment from earlier.

But the younger dog wasn’t listening as she snapped at air and chased her writhing prey, without looking up to see where it was leading her. For someone that had a split pedigree of herding and hunting, she looked ridiculous. She could’ve sworn that Mindy had done this on purpose, because that was just the kind of cat she was. She constantly messed with her brother, Chad, but because she and Tara were dogs, they were intentionally put in certain positions, just for her amusement. She didn’t care for canines like her brother did and often thought of them with the typical stereotypes, but the two sisters were different. They were all really close. That was why she could get away with teasing them.

“Watch where you’re going, Wolfie!”

She heard Mindy’s meow over the distance that had grown between them. “I… am,” she answered in between snaps. “You… should… watch where you… fling it next time!” And just as she thought she was about to have it, she crossed paths with two bear cubs nosing around some brambles. The fish flopped into their space, which made Sam slam on her breaks.

“That’s not good…” Kirby abandoned her breakfast to race over to where she could warn off any trouble.

However, Sam wasn’t about to back down from a couple of cubs. She was half-wolf, and she had just made a fool of herself trying to chase down a stupid fish. She was not about to just give it up like that. So, when the bears turned in her direction and grumbled from being disturbed, she held her ground. She barked with a territorial snarl intertwined.

A ways behind her, she heard Kirby call out to her.

“Sam, get away from them!”

Then Mindy piped up.

“You’re gonna get mauled!”

But a wolf never backed down, especially when prey was involved. At least that’s the way it was in her bloodline. Her father, Billy Loomis, was a pure-blooded wolf, and if she ran away from this, she’d never hear the end of it. “I made a fool out of myself, chasing this thing all the way over here,” she objected, “There’s no way I’m just gonna walk away.”

One of the cubs gave a small roar as they stepped towards her, and she took that as a threat. Her fur bristled, and she bared her gums, snapping her jaws and letting a few aggressive barks out. And to her luck, the pair cowered away and scurried up the nearby trees. She chased them to make sure, then returned to finally win-over her fish. The wolfdog picked it up and shook it around, like Kirby had done. She carried her head high and trotted towards the others, like she was a show dog. “See? They’re only cubs. They don’t stand a chance against wolves,” she crowed.

Mindy rolled her eyes. “Half-wolf,” she corrected.

But Sam just shrugged it off. “Yeah, tell that to all of the trainers that gave up on me because I’ve ‘got too much wolf’ in me…” That’s why she never made it to any field of service in the canine working class. Her coat favored more of her german shepherd side, but she had many wolfish tendencies and characteristics. Plus, she was huge for a domesticated dog.

Kirby’s ears perked as the body of a 6-foot bear strode into the clearing. And it didn’t smell friendly at all… not that any bear typically did, but this must’ve been the mother of the cubs Sam had scared off. She was going to warn her, but Mindy beat her to it.

“Uh, Sam?” Her pupils dilated, and her fur began to bush. “Y-you might wanna hurry over here… like right now.”

The hybrid dropped the fish and cocked her head. “Why?”

A loud, outraged roar bellowed through the wilderness, scaring birds out of the trees and all of the fish to the bottom of the lake. It made Sam jump and the fur on her spine stand up. She spun around to meet razor, yellow fangs and foaming spit dripping from a grizzly bear’s mouth. Her ears flattened, and her tail instinctively tucked in between her legs. “Oh shit…”

The FBI K-9 by the bank barked and dashed forward. “Sam, run!” Mindy was already hauling tail in the other direction, which meant she was in the clear.

Sam leapt backwards as the mother bear swiped at her, yelping as she did so. A flash of red and white fur blurred her vision, and she heard Kirby’s defensive barks get in between her and the predator.

The bear roared and went for the smaller canine now, who guarded her companion. However, the two had similar motives when it came to being protective. Sam lunged forward and grabbed the collie’s scruff to pull her away and out of reach. She was actually small enough to where she was able to carry her, but she didn’t seem to like that very much.

“Okay, okay, I got it!” Kirby twisted in her hold, already trying to reach the ground with cycling paws. “Just go, and don’t look back!”

So, Sam dropped her and gained enough speed to catch up with Mindy, the three leaving the lake, the bears, and that tricky, slippery trout far behind.

Little did they know, that was only the start to the wild adventures they were about to embark on during this homeward bound journey…

merry christmas beth!!! you have been one of the most amazing people i've ever met and i'm so honored to call you my friend. watching Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey with you was one of my best memories this year, and it's all thanks to you. stay true, stay beautiful, and stay you. 🩶 happy holidays, my fellow wolf warrior! 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Salsa - A Better Partner - Strictly NRC Dancing

Author's Notes: This fic took so much research. Salsa turns out to have two main forms. Professional Salsa and Street Salsa. I recommend you watch videos of both but I don't actually have any specifics to recommend for you. I sort of explain the different in the fic, so you really don't have to worry about it. I just thought the differences were interesting. I listened to "La Bamba" by Ricky Martin while writing this fic. Just like the rest of this AU/series the reader is female for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

If you would like to read more this AU/series, the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-list

Type: Dance AU/female reader/flirting/fluff

Word Count: 708

Ruggie had, in fact, learned to salsa quite some time ago. But what the teachers didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them and, to be fair, he’d never learned the style that was done in performances. Choreography was a new challenge, as were lifts and other such tricks used by professionals to make the performance more exciting for viewers.

But street salsa, now that was Ruggie’s style.

Either way though, he played it safe. Fumbling a few steps throughout lessons so that none of the instructors would be any the wiser. He could manage a few lifts so long as his partner wasn’t anyone too big. Someone the size of Riddle. He could handle that easily.

And then lady luck smiled on him and he drew none other than you as his partner. The lone female dancer who Crewel and Vargas had no doubt pushed for the very best form from.

What he hadn’t been prepared for was for you to catch on to him quite so quickly during choreography. You’d smiled at him, mid-turn, completely relaxed and at ease as you kept up with him and leaned forward slightly, “So, how long have you been dancing salsa?”

It had taken all of his willpower and control not to react to your far-too amused words, “What makes you think I already knew how to dance?”

He flashed a grin at you, spinning you quickly and hoping he could throw you off, but that proved impossible when you met his gaze with sparkling eyes, “You’re like Leona was. Too confident for someone who has just learned this dance. Take myself for example, I still hesitate during certain parts even though I had two instructors dedicating their time only to me. You didn’t get one-on-one lessons and yet you’ve only hesitated when doing the few lifts that happen during our dance.”

“What if I’m just that talented?” Ruggie couldn’t keep the grin off his face now. He was dancing, something he enjoyed. And, even though he’d been caught, he really didn’t think you were going to out him to Sam who stood off to the side frowning as he watched the two of you practice.

After all, you’d kept up your shared little trick that you two were totally a couple and thus could definitely get the couple deals occasionally offered at Monstro Lounge and Sam’s shop.

You were his partner in crime and partners didn’t out each other for no good reason. And judging from the grin on your face he was right, “Let’s just say it’s a hunch.”

He let out a snicker as he pushed you away from him to spin separately before rejoining you, “Just another secret for the two of us to share then. Right, Pumpkin?”

He couldn’t keep the teasing grin of his face as he used your fake nickname before letting out his signature giggle yet again.

You rolled your eyes, but you were still smiling, “So I’m guessing we’re still keeping the couple gig up for the class too?”

He glanced Sam’s way pointedly and then back at you, “Well, of course. We’re NRC’s most successful couple after all. And you can’t deny you like the sales.”

He winked, reveling in the way the shopkeeper rolled his eyes. But then Sam hadn’t entirely bought your act the whole time. It’s just that he also couldn’t disprove it and was thus forced to let the two of you walk out with whatever sale item he’d offered.

“I never said I didn’t,” You grinned back, spinning again before shifting back into hold, racing quickly towards the end of your choreography practice and coming ever closer to the hour of your shared performance.

“So what do you think, will I pass?” You remained silent as he braced himself, lagging only for a moment as he used the momentum of the dance to swing you into the air as he spun and then sat you back down.

“Well, you’re smooth enough…. I think you should manage,” You leaned against him, breathing slightly heavier than usual. One of the few signs that you weren’t quite as used to the salsa’s constant energy as he was.

But, he still couldn’t ask for a better partner in crime or in dance.

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