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I’ll Take It (Part 2/?) (Wilson/Rogers x reader)

Apparently, from your feedback there is a big need for more, so here you go!

Part 1

“Sam, are you seeing this?”  

“Yeah, where else do you think I’d be looking?”  

You stifled a laugh under your breath, trying to not look happy in front of the injured SHIELD agents laid out on the ground around you; you didn’t want to be rude, after all.  “This,” you paused, holding up one man’s leg, “is a perfectly applied cast, performed in the field, at that.  Look at how perfectly aligned that foot is.  Damn, I’m good.  I’m so good.”

“You, sweetheart, are perfect.”

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You’d been staring at your laptop for hours. Occasionally typing a few words just long enough to let out an exaggerated sigh and delete the entire paragraph. This paper was going to be the absolute death of you. Each and every time you started a paragraph it was either too pretentious or too juvenile. There was no in-between and you were sure that you were just going to fail the course. Was there even a point in prolonging your fate?

Of course, there was because you paid for this class and you were not going to take it again. You really had no choice as your entire grade road on this one assignment from hell.

Namjoon sighed walking over to you and closing your laptop. “Come on” he took your hand.

“Yah! Namjoon, what do you think you’re doing?!” you weren’t even that mad it’s not like you had anything of significance to save on that thing but you knew you should be sitting in front of your computer right now.

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Outgrowing fear of ugliness is so liberating my whole life or worth has been built around maintaining an image of beauty and upholding the expectations set out for me, both familial and societal. Being “conventionally” pretty and being able to assimilate always felt like a key to survival and the cloth to stifle my screams, not to sound dramatic. There are so many interests I was deeply ashamed of and dropped when I had begun to slowly master them because I was afraid they made me ugly, so many things I enjoyed in secret and never even connected with friends over (now in adulthood I share, but I mean when I was in middle school) because I knew how people were tormented for any visible eccentricity and I feel deeply remorseful that I wasn’t comfortable being myself until so much later in my life, all the talent and passion squandered because I was afraid of ugliness it’s almost pathetic but it’s mostly upsetting, and I’m happy I’m okay with myself now.

How does one stifle fondness
when it has flourished fold
like vines upon the porcelain
that choked the youthful old.

The unrelenting whips of fate,
each lick, a waxing prize,
each cramp that feigns affection then,
augmented in its size.

When will this passion end me?
Or shall I slay it first?
Which eldritch potion swift embibed
will douse this fervent thirst?

This love cannot be vanquished,
o vice, o noxious curse,
and all the verdant hope of spring
is shortly to dispurse.

I cannot brace this madness,
the floodgates come unbarred,
for when the feeble seal is burst
The Prince will fan his cards.

I’m not happy with the Carol casting I have nothing against Brie Larson but she’s way too young and is just so inside the box it’s stifling- young, white, blonde, thin, and she looks if not waifish sort of model-esque. She should be older and physically imposing with some actual /wear/ showing on her body and face from age and time in the military. It’s so frustrating that women have to be always beautiful young and unblemished when men are allowed to be superheroes into their 50s (see RDJ) but there are two things they can do with this casting that will make me like it a little more.

1) Let her get buff! And not just some “sculpted” muscle but some real strength in her that looks like she does work. We need more buff ladies in our lineup not just Nat who again has a very similar body type to Brie using her delicate dancing fighting where she isn’t “too” muscular for men nor to find her sexually appealing. I want her to be allowed to LOOK strong like she could punch a dinosaur in the face and fight ugly when necesary. (obviously within reason people carry muscle differently but like don’t try to avoid it to keep her “pretty”)

2) Give her the short Carol faux hawk. Don’t give her flowing locks to make her more appealing to men give her an edgy short cut more along the lines of Holtzman from Ghostbusters than Nat’s flowing hair in IM2 or even CW. It’s more practical and it’s /Carol/.

They still should have cast her older (or cast a Monica origin story) but at least they can have her be herself w/o having to be even more appealing to men by curbing the actual Carol look.

aeverelle  asked:

Hi Matt! I'm a big fan of Flux Buddies and stuff, and just wanted to pop in and say you playing the doctor in the recent episode killed me. Here I was ready to watch some serious plot unfold, but I had to stifle laughter throughout the entire thing because of you. Not sure if you'll reappear in the series, but if you do, I'm looking forward to it! Keep up the great work! x

Cheers very much! This made my evening! 

wvldorf  asked:

1+9+10 with peter pan please ? :)

1. Come over here and make me.
9.  Let’s play a game, with no rules.
10. Teach me how to play.

Title: Stay Quiet
Pairing: Peter Pan x Reader
Warnings: Well, yeah these are to enticing to not have it so: Smut.

 My hands slid over the tall blondes shoulders as he hiked me onto his back, his arms holding my legs up and around him. I giggled playfully while he trotted around the campfire, laughing a bit as I squealed when it felt like he was going to fall, only to laugh out loud when he saved us at the last minute. 

“Felix, you’re gonna trip and fall into the fire!!” I yelled, trying to sound serious even though I continued to smile and hold back stifles of laughter. 

“Oh please, I wouldn’t do that.” He grinned, hunching his back so I fell forward a bit. “But I might accidentally toss you into it by yourself!” 

I swatted at the back of his head, snorting some as he finally set me down so I could catch my breath. “You’ll get in so much trouble!” I smirked, pointing at his nose before flicking it lightly. 

He scoffed, rubbing the tip of his nose where my fingers had hit. “Of course I would.” He winked at me, raising a brow. “You’re his favorite.” 

I blushed, clearing my throat as I tossed my hair over my shoulder. “Right…Well…That’s not what I was getting at.” My words were pushed together into one really fast sentence as I tried to avoid the subject that Felix was hinting at. 

He chuckled. “You’re kinda adorable when you’re flustered, no wonder Peter likes you so much.” 

“Quit that!” I grumbled, swatting at his hand when he tried to ruffle up my hair. “He doesn’t even like me. Not like that.” 

Felix snorted in laughter before heading over to one of the logs to sit down. “Yeah, okay. If you say so.” 

I rolled my eyes before glancing around the area, noticing Peter across the way, watching me and Felix with a look on his face that made me wonder if he was mad or if he always looked like that. “I’m uh…Gonna go over–”

“To see Peter?” Felix grinned. “Go on then.”

“Hey, don’t make it sound weird.” 

“It is weird.” He laughed. “But I’m not judging either of you.” 

I shot him a dirty look before I headed over to Peter, his eyes lifted to meet mine before he stood, turning away from me to head into the forest. I frowned, a bit hurt that he walked away from me, but mostly wondering what I did to make him act like that. 

I sighed and hurried after him, trying to pick up my speed without tripping on any of the roots and weeds. “Peter…Ugh, what’s going on?” He kept walking and I huffed, tossing a piece of a stick at his back. He sent a dark look over his shoulder and I tossed my gaze to the floor. “Peter will you knock it off?” 

When he kept walking, I stopped and slammed my hands onto my hips. “Stop walking!” 

He snorted, but he did stop, just long enough to turn around to face me, but he started walking again, this time backwards. “Why?” 

“Because I want to talk to you.” I said and then glared. “And because I said so.”

Again, his brow raised and he gave me a dark smirk. “Come over here and make me.”

At first, I thought his tone was harsh, as if he really was mad, but when he said the last two words, it changed, it was huskier, almost full of something I hadn’t heard come from Peter…Lust. 

I swallowed a bit and then growled, grabbing onto some confidence once again before I moved forward with a bit more ease, reaching a hand out to quickly grab his arm while he was still moving backwards. 

I tugged it, making him trip a bit forward until he was almost chest to chest with me. “Stop. Walking.” 

He grinned a bit, raising a brow. “Alright. What?”

“Why are you being so rude?” I replied, my brows furrowing. 

He rolled his eyes this time and took my hand off his arm. “Go back and play with Felix, you looked like you were having enough fun.” 

I laughed. Instantly, I realized what I did and slapped a hand over my mouth, eyes wide as I watched Peter shoot me a fierce look. “Sorry.” I mumbled through my hand. 

“What was so funny?” The lost boy shot back, his face contorting into a sneer. 

I cleared my throat. “Oh…Nothing…You just…I mean…You were…Or…well…” I tried to say it without making him any angrier. “You…sounded jealous.”

“What?!” He hissed, I flinched a bit. “Please.”

Taking my hand from my mouth, Peter tugged it forward and behind him, pressing me even closer against him. “Please, if I wanted your attention, I’d get it. Like I have it right now and all it took was for me to walk away from you.” 

I blushed a bit. “That doesn’t mean you have my attention, I just wanted to see why you were mad.” 

“I’m not mad.” He sniped, rolling his eyes. “I’m…I’m bored.” Peter’s lips curled into a dark smirk as he caught my gaze.

“Bored?” I asked, my tone full of disbelief. 

“Yeah, bored.” His smirk grew into a grin. “I want to play something.” 

“Play what?”

“A game.” He nodded. “Yeah a game. Let’s play one. With no rules.”

My head tilted, finally interested. I really did enjoy games, even the dark ones Peter came up with. It was one of the reasons why he let me stay as the first Lost Girl. “Okay…What kinda game?” 

Peter turned us around until my back came in contact with a large boulder, his grin never faltering as his eyes trailed over my body. “I don’t think you’ve played this kinda game before, Y/N.” 

I raised a brow, suddenly even more curious. “Teach me how to play.”

The boy chuckled, lifting my chin up with the end of his finger tip. “Oh, I will, little Lost Girl.” 

“What’s the game called?” I asked, shivering as he trailed his finger from my chin down the side of my neck. 

“It’s called; Stay quiet.” The last two words were whispered huskily into my ear, his lips lingering over my earlobe. 

I nodded. “Okay…” My voice was a low whisper, I was starting to get the point of the game. “Tell me what to do?” 

He grinned, biting my neck, making me gasp out. “Stay quiet.” He said bluntly, as if it was obvious. “You have to stay quiet…If you make to much noise, you’ll lose. So whoever doesn’t make noise…wins.” 

I scrunched up my face. “I thought you said there were no rules.”

“It’s not a rule, love.” Peter laughed, his hands trailing over my sides. “It’s the object.”

“Hm.” I purred, letting him run his hands down my backside and over the plump flesh of my rear end. “Do we get to take turns?”

Peter chuckled and shook his head, pressing his hips into mind and bucking them up. I almost moaned, but I instantly remembered the object of the game, I bit back the noise and bit my lip instead. “I’ll see if I decide to give you a turn.” 

Before I could respond, Peter leaned forward, capturing my lips with his own. My eyes fluttered before I shut them, bringing my hands up to tangle into his hair as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue over my lower lip. 

I didn’t hesitate granting him access into my mouth by parting them slowly. His tongue slid into my awaiting mouth, running over my own, our tastes mixing together. His hands on the back of my hips gripped my plump flesh before lifting me up, forcing my legs to wrap around his waist. 

My body arched up against his hips, making me moan quietly into the kiss. Instantly, Peter broke away from my lips, his hand removing itself from my rear end, it arched back before he slapped it back against me. “Strike one.”

I shuddered again at the dark tone in his voice before letting him pull me back into another kiss. He pressed his hips against mine, rotating them in a circle, panting softly as he tried not to make any noise himself. 

My hand reached down between us, sliding slowly over the Lost Boy’s hardened member through the fabric of his clothes. I watched as he pulled from the kiss, his eyes shut tightly as he tried his best not to groan out loud. Once he swallowed back the urge, he struck forward, starting an assault down my neck with his lips and teeth. I continued moving my hand slowly over the front of his boxers before he groaned, tilting his hips up into my hand. 

I grinned. “Strike one.” I mimicked his earlier tone before biting his lower lip, holding the flesh between my teeth as I gazed into his eyes. I let go slowly, my hand pulling back from between us. He frowned, sending me a small glare. “Go on then, get rid of these clothes.”

His frown turned into a lust-filled grin, his hand coming up so he could snap his fingers. Instantly, I could feel his skin against my own and even more important at that current moment, I could feel his member pressed firmly against my entrance, the tip slick with my own excitement already. 

He panted softly, his hands gripping my hips. “Remember the game.” He grinned before tugging my hips forward, making him slam into me roughly, pressing in deep enough to instantly hit my spot perfectly. 

I couldn’t help it, I couldn’t even do anything to try and stop it, I let out a light scream, watching as his eyes shot to mine. His lips lifted, showing his teeth as he curled his mouth into another grin. “Strike two.”

I whimpered, brows furrowing together. I hated to lose anything. I shook my head, biting down onto my lip. I refused to make another noise from here out. I planned on winning this game. 

He slowly pulled back, rotating his hips into a different angle before thrusting back in. My hand reached up to sit on the back of his head as I pushed him forward, forcing his lips against mine. The kiss was what kept me from making anymore noise as he repeated the earlier movements. Pulling back, changing his angle and then pushing back in. 

Each time, I wanted to moan, scream, yell out his name, but I just kept kissing him, my tongue battling against his own. Finally, he picked up his speed, making us both break from the kiss, the movement and pleasure becoming to intense to keep up the work of moving our lips together.

This time, Peter groaned, his hand tight on my hip, holding me in place as he used all his speed and force to thrust into me. “S-Strike two.” I moaned, smirking some as he gave me a small glare. 

“Game over, Y/N.” He grunted, pressing deeply into me while he rotated his hips slowly.  “I want to hear you say my name. Over–He pulled back– and –He shoved back into me roughly– over again.” 

I moaned, tilting my head back. “Are you forfeiting?” I grinned a bit. 

Peter nipped at my lip, kissing me roughly again before pulling back. “I forfeit, just…” He grunted. “Say my name, Y/N.” 

Instantly, he began his movements once again, this time faster and harder, making my head fall back against the rock. “Yes…” I whimpered, my hips bucking up to meet his thrusts. “Peter!” 

He grinned, his lips trailing down to my chest, one hand coming up to cup underneath my breast, bringing it up to his mouth as he nipped the flesh, sucking the spot softly. 

I continued to moan, listening as he let out grunts and groans of his own before he finally gripped my sides, his movements loosing their rhythm. 

“Y/N…” He said quietly, his mouth right next to my ear as he trailed kisses against my neck, sucking lightly on my earlobe. 

I nodded, moaning, my body shuddering in pleasure as I let out a soft scream, my body erupting in a white hot feeling of intensity. He groaned loudly, my walls clenching around him making him unable to hold back any longer.

A moment later he helped me back to my feet, a noise coming our way making him snap his fingers so we were once again clothed. It wasn’t long after that Felix slipped through the bushes, raising a brow. “What was all that screaming about?” 

Peter smirked, glancing over at me. “Nothing, we were…just playing a game.” 

Felix rolled his eyes. “A very loud game. What was it called?” 

I snorted, grinning a bit at Peter. “Stay quiet.”

“I said, ‘Cassie, you guessed that letting Tom take the morphing cube might weaken rather than strengthen the Yeerks. You guessed that Ax was…’ I stifled the most bitter that came to mind. ’…conflicted. I’ll back your guess any day of the week.’

'I think he means he’s sorry he doubted you and treated you like crap,’ Rachel said archly.

'Yeah. That’s exactly what I mean. Come on, Cassie, show me where to go next.'”

- Book #53: The Answer, pg. 70 (by K.A. Applegate)

He’s been my boyfriend for two months. He’s been really distant for about half of that. It wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have anxiety and therefore have heaps of insecurities. I guess my insecurities are real, and he doesn’t, and possibly can’t ever, love me. I have so much love to give and he just can’t accept it. He wants me in his life but only in this stifled extent whilst he’s going through this. I feel so spent.

Hide and Seek

Tobi x reader

summary: You and Tobi have a fun time playing hide and go seek 

warnings: none

I tried to stifle my giggles as I crouched into a smaller ball. I was hidden under the bottom shelf in the linens closet. Why you may ask? Well, I stole Tobi’s -my boyfriend- hat and it kinda turned into an all out game of hide and go seek. I was currently hiding. I heard someone coming up the stairs. “Come out, Come out where ever you are!” Tobi yelled.

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Man everyone went from adoring staff to wanting to rip their throats out over painties in an instant. Honestly while I agree that they should re-loosen their grip on what counts as acceptable for base edits like it was because this unclear yet fiercely judgmental way of doing things is creatively stifling, none of their other rules are unreasonable or even abnormal. They’re all based on keeping the site at their target rating along with protecting themselves as an operation as well as protecting their users. If that’s too much for you, I’m very sorry to say that’s a problem with you, not Furvilla.

Also yes, things are going to change. Why does anyone act surprised about that?? Everything is in a state of flux. They’re figuring things out. If you want all of that to be 100% static, consider finding a different game to play for now and returning to your account when the site is in its finalized form.

Stephen Strange & Wanda Maximoff

The room is hot and humid, heat can’t escape and nor can the witch who is being held at the table. She can’t escape due to her eyes lingering on to the photo that had been pushed in front of her mere minutes ago… he's—  extraordinary, his file was splendid and now she was seeing what the sorcerer supreme looked like? Her head grew heavy and her heart began to race, the greys streaks almost looked as though they told a story of his journey to becoming wise in a whole new subject. His eyes wandering elsewhere proved that he didn’t know it had been taken, disheveled and all, the man had just defeated a terrible being that threatened the Earth.  

“We want you to find him.”

“You want me to find him?” She asked curiously, a smile almost playing at her lips at their request, stifling the smallest laugh she could produce as the man in front of her gave a quizzical look, the room was covered by wooden panels and the colour was warm and red, filled to the brim like it’s heat.

“You seem amused, Wanda.” He finally said right before clearing his throat and adjusting how he was sat, nevertheless she shook her head slightly and smiled, shaking her head was only out of disbelief though.

“Of course, I’d be amused, you want me to find him.”


“A man like him doesn’t let himself be found, he r e v e a l s himself.”

As a long length of silence filled the room now, the Scarlet Witch had no idea as to what was happening long away with the sorcerer himself…

Meanwhile, his voice is husky and deep, his hands frail and scarred, lips chapped from the harsh cold as he looked at the picture - oh no, this picture wasn’t of him but a certain young Avenger. This was taken during the battle that mainly involved Steve Rogers - Captain America - and Tony Stark also known as Iron Man. Her windswept hair allowed the man to see her face and take in all her features, her eyes covered with a look of bravery yet fear deep down but physically, black eyeliner smoothed all around as her lips were slightly agar to show she was breathless. She had her suit on, the corset bound and tightened which made it hard to run but kept everything in place.

“And what did you want me to do?” He asked.

“Find her and teach her.”

All the sorcerer supreme could do was bring his eyes to look up at the person opposite from him as he nodded, one simple thought entering his mind, one simple quote, one simple reminder. The quote that he had said to his own teacher, ‘Teach me.’

i hate tht i epitomize so many bi stereotypes but i mostly hate tht those stereotypes exist to begin w/ and i Extra Super Duper Loathe the pressure on queer ppl to defy their stereotypes as if its our fault they exist or our job 2 censor/change our lives just 2 make fake allies more comfy like wtf it’s all so stifling n performative n this post makes no sense bc im rly worked up abt it so fuck it whatevr just look at this cute bunny

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13 Hours (2015) dir. Michael Bay

Grosse Pointe Blank (1997) dir. George Armitage

You almost have to admire the kind of casual sociopathy that would frame a return to mercenary contract killing like a night out with the boys the ol’ ball and chain can’t stand. Bay positions Jack’s return to murder for hire as simultaneously a reaffirmation of masculinity stifled by day to day suburban living (a common thread running throughout the members of his crew) and an invocation of the fallout from the housing market crash of ‘08, all wrapped up in a one-two punch of “Our Boys returning for another tour of duty” and the One Last Job narrative. An inversion of Blank, now I think of it; Martin Blank heads back to suburbia to try to rediscover something he’d lost and bring horrible violence with him. 

One of the most consistently disturbing aspects of 13 Hours is how Bay has now adapted the cinematic and genre language generally reserved for members of the US military and is now aplying it to killers for hire, his apparent falling out with the military now coloring his choice of protagonists; none of his movies from Pain and Gain onward, so far as I can tell, have benefited from military funding, and you can see the souring of his previous lionization of the armed forces in full display in Transformers: Age of Extinction. Strange that he would make a group of people arguably even more reprehensible than Cemetery Wind the protagonists of his next project. This isn’t to say said grammar wasn’t equally gross when applied to the military, obviously, but it’s a notable turn away from Bay’s traditional (John) Ford-ian conservatism towards something uglier, a distinctly neoreactionary tang of anti-establishment sentiment that now requires its subjects only be cis, white, male, American, and capable of killing brown people as efficiently as possible, and yet has the fucking gall to demand why these people weren’t given medals.