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{ 89 } — is this your first time?
{ 39 } — don’t be afraid, it’s just me
{ 70 } — for your safety, i’ll be gentle (jokingly cocky)
• you and i, my dear — mark davis •
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{ summary } — being your first time, davis makes sure to do everything in his power to make you feel safe and loved
{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact } virgin!reader, virginity loss, innocence kink, size difference, size kink, praise, stomach bulges, soft sex, body worship, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, male + female orgasms, cumshots, squirting
{ word count } — 1.3k
{ pairing } — fem!reader x mark davis
{ genre } — smut
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{ 89 } — is this your first time?
{ 39 } — don't be afraid, it's just me
{ 70 } — for your safety, i'll be gentle
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you sat before him
body void of clothing
the only thing shielding your modesty was a pillow hastily thrown atop your form
you did not meet his gaze
fearful of what he would think
would he enjoy the sight of your body all naked and bare?
or would he find disgust in your flesh
his large fingers gently trapped the edge of the pillow
prying it away slowly, hesitantly
he was scared as well, scared of how you would react to being so exposed before him
you had not divulged to him that you had never been with anyone
although your reaction alone was a dead giveaway
how you shied into yourself
pulling and pressing yourself into the fluffy exterior of the pillow just to shield yourself
embarrassed with tinted warmth rising to your cheeks
he knew your predicament, yet he still decided to ask anyway
“is it your first time?” he questioned
his words filled with a soft almost delicate cadence that you were not too used to hearing
his tone was normally so coarse and loud
you gave a subtle, shy nod
still choosing to wrap your arms around the pillow, providing mental comfort to yourself
“are you scared?”
another nod followed, your voice had gone and made no attempt to make itself heard anytime soon
“oh honey…” he cooed, lightly pulling you into the warmth of his bare chest.
allowing you to succumb into the comfort of his embrace.
“you’re safe with me, sweet girl. i’ll never hurt you”
he hummed sweetly against your hairline, peppering delicate kisses to the skin
“i know…” you responded meekly, still letting yourself melt into him
“look, we don’t have to do anything if you’re not up for it, okay? your safety is my top priority”
his accent rang thick in your ears, that sharp australian twang seemed so comforting at a time like this
peering up to finally meet his gaze, the amount of love that he held behind those russet eyes
“…thank you…”
you were taken aback by his words, exhaling softly with a sight
“but i still want to…y’know…have sex…with you…”
you stammered over your words, trying to sound more confident than your voice entailed
he could not help but smile down at you
“for your safety, i’ll be gentle” he joked, his tone cocky yet playful, pressing another sweet kiss to your forehead
“now…let me see you, sweetheart”
he made no effort to move the pillow from your frame
letting you do it on your own volition when you were ready enough.
he noticed the shaky exhale in your breath, how your fingers trembled around the edge of the pillowcase
“sweetheart” he began softly
you peered up at him through a hazy gaze, eyelashes fluttering softly in response.
“i’m not going to judge you. i love you.”
he hand cupped your cheek daintily, your own hand resting atop the back of his, caressing his knuckles with the tips of your fingers
you let the pillow fall
his gaze never left your eyes, they didn’t need to
he was in awe of your beauty, mouth hung slightly agape with wonder
“you’re so fucking beautiful, my sweet girl”
he leaned in peppering sweet kisses to your hairline
beginning to trail them down your cheeks
then to your lips
he let the kiss linger for a moment
hesitance evident on his breath as his lips barely ghosted yours
you felt the heat in your body rise
felt the adrenaline and arousal surge through you
you took initiative
wrapping your arms around his neck, dragging yourself onto his lap, beginning to straddle him
he was taken aback by the sudden action, the sudden rise in confidence on your part
he smiled into the kiss, growing hard as your hips began to lightly swirl against his
as much as he adored the sight, he’d much rather be the one on top, at least for tonight.
his hands fell to your waist and without breaking the kiss he gently flipped you over
your body now pinned under his
he pulled away momentarily, spreading your legs with his knee as he positioned himself between them.
his cock hard in his palm as he lightly teased your clit with his tip
“you ready?” he questioned, a slight pant in his voice, practically breathless from the kiss
you replied with a small hum and a nod, feeling the heat flush to your cheeks once more.
“use your words sweet girl. i’m not doing anything unless i hear you say it”
his eyes stared so lovingly into yours, so soft and gentle
“y-yes..” you barely managed to squeak out
he smiled softly, planting another gentle kiss to your hairline
“there’s my girl”
his fingers smoothed stray wisps of hair from your eyes, taking the time to admire your beautiful features
“i'm gonna start okay?”
“o-okay..” you breathed out, an anxious sigh left your lips, feeling his tip gently glide against your soaked folds
“hey…” he paused.
“i’m gonna need you to tell me if it hurts okay. i’ll stop if it does”
you stared up at him though hazy eyes, dumbfounded by his comment for a second
“you could never hurt me”
“well…i know but…things like this…” he paused again.
“because it’s your first time i just want to make sure you’re alright”
he hadn’t even done anything but in that moment you’d never felt so loved. so safe beneath him.
you leaned up to sweetly plant a kiss to his lips
feeling yourself blush at the contact
opting to shy away into your hands hastily
regaining your breath for a moment before letting yourself relax
“okay..i’m ready”
he positioned himself over you, his cock barely jutting at your entrance.
“i’ll go slow okay”
you nodded in response. body tensing up awaiting contact
“relax sweetheart. i got you”
he gave a final kiss to the tip of your nose before sliding himself in
you gasped at the feeling. so new so foreign.
instantly adoring the way he stretched you out with ease
arms wrapping around his body, pulling him close
burying your head into the crook of his neck
“don’t be afraid, it’s just me, sweet girl”
he slowly began to move
the thrust of his hips was soft and gentle
he knew he wasn’t going to hurt you but in the back of his mind he was very much afraid that he would
what with the stark size difference between the two of you
he could practically see his size outlined in the pit of your stomach
the sensation took a while to get used to
having to force yourself not to tense up each time he entered you
“you alright?” he’d ask every few thrusts
to which you’d give a soft nod in response
“more” you muttered into his skin
your breath caught in your chest, mixed in with your moans
he complied, increasing his pace the slightest
not to hurt you, just enough to give you that little bit of extra pleasure you so craved
“so fucking good for me, sweetheart” he muttered into your shoulder
wrapping his arms around you, securing you tightly to his chest
“you’re doing so well”
your whines and mutters heightened as he hit every sweet spot inside of you
feeling his cock swell against your tight walls
“fuck-“ you whimpered, slightly panicked. feeling yourself clench and squeeze around his cock
a thick pulse ringing between your thighs
“shhh. it’s okay sweetheart don’t fight it”
his words muffled into your skin.
you let go. sweetness gushing around his cock as your orgasm rushed through you
you’ve never felt such pleasure in your life
it was euphoric
“such a good girl” he growled softly.
he pulled out of you, pumping his cock over your stomach until he spilled over
“oh fuck-“ he grunted, hot ropes of his seed spilled onto your stomach
“shit…look at you” he panted. “you look so beautiful covered in my cum sweetheart”
you blushed at his comment, never feeling more confident that you were able to elicit a reaction like that from him
he leaned down to pepper gentle kisses to your lips
“i’m so fucking proud of you” he muttered between kisses
“i fucking love you”
you hummed a soft response against his lips, reciprocating the sentiment
“let’s get you cleaned up, my sweet girl”
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#my art#the mandela catalogue#mark heathcliff#alt cesar#six tmc#the intruder#adam murray#jonah marshall#cat alternate#sarah heathcliff#thatcher davis#ruth weaver#evelin miller#n tmc#preacher tmc#stanley tmc#alt gabriel#sorry for the mass tags#and singular unnamed alternate that i like to imagine was waiting on the car to jump jonah's bitchass
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Viking equipment from Graeme Davis' article "Viking -- Magic & Mayhem," presenting ideas for Norse-inspired PCs in D&D campaigns, in Imagine magazine 30, TSR UK, September 1985 (no signature; Mark O'Dell signed the other illustrations in this article)
#D&D#Dungeons & Dragons#viking#norse#Graeme Davis#Mark O'Dell#Imagine magazine#dnd#sword#longsword#helmet#thor's hammer#throwing axe#Dungeons and Dragons#TSR UK#TSR
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looking over my John Was Bi doc (yes, I have a John Was Bi doc) again and I just noticed this and it just makes me Laugh A Little:
Three people John apparently told about this.
Only for this:
Fuck knows what was said.
Boy that was YOU! 😭😭😭
#the green is me marking disclaimers btw#anyways I just find this funny I realize John is probably not the one who started the actual rumours that spread across Liverpool#and also much much much sympathy of course but this is sooooooo silly and goofy#imagine being hunter davies reading John in LR trashing your biography you worked a whole year on#I would've called him up and gone “boy I have you ON THE RECORD admitting to gay sex. is THAT the authenticity you were looking for??”#(I am not Seriously suggesting John should've been outed. However I AM seriously suggesting taking LR John down a peg)#<- the way no one else would add so many disclaimers to their John Lennon joke post#anyways ily John but you Are a silly man#john#beatles crack#john speculation
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Decoy [S. R.]
Spencer Reid x fem!reader
word count: 6.9k
summary: when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.
warnings: +16. Making out, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, insinuation of smut, sexual tension
Do yourself a favor and imagine Spencer in these clothes during the case
You sighed, completely frustrated, while you looked for the thousandth time at the blackboard with some information from the profile that you had made for the criminal in this case.
You believed that the unsub was a Caucasian man between 30 and 35 years old, whose motive was to spy on and photograph university students who were escaping in their cars to make out at night, then force them to have sex in front of him and finally kill them cold-blooded. You imagined that he was a person with a mediocre job, that he felt insufficient, and that his voyeuristic behavior probably came from sexual frustration, something that could be corroborated by the violence that he inflicted on the genital area of the students whom he stalked using a knife, his mark on all homicides. You also believed that perhaps the rejection or abandonment of his last partner (preceded by a bad streak from his youth) due to his impotence had been the triggering event for all his repressed impulses to come to light.
All the psychological analysis was fine, it wasn't something you hadn't seen before, but the hard part of all this? Because he only threatened and killed people, he didn't rape them, at first it was almost impossible to tell who it was. He already had 20 victims in total and you weren't even close to catching him. In the last scene he had made the mistake of leaving a fingerprint and Garcia had been able to trace his true identity: Oliver Davis, a guy who fits the description perfectly. Unfortunately, this turned out to be useless because beyond the accusations of being a pervert, the man didn’t have much information that would give a clue to his whereabouts, you had even called the job that he had registered and all you had obtained was that he had several months without working there, which coincided with the beginning of the murders. After that Rossi suggested that he probably lived in a trailer (old, due to his lack of employment) where he developed the photographs and kept his trophies. That only made more sense when you thought that it would make it easier to transport or escape in case things got messy.
But words on paper and intelligent conclusions were of absolutely no use to you. You needed a plan to catch him.
"Do you have something, Reid?" Hotch had asked. You had already interviewed some students, you had set up guard duty to look for any suspicious behavior and you had even shared the photograph of the suspect in the media, but nothing had worked; The only thing left was to carry out the geographical profile to know the area in which he was attacking and thus be able to search for possible targets.
“I triangulated the locations we have of his previous homicides and I'm guessing he hits in this specific area,” he muttered, pointing to a space on the map he had on his blackboard with his middle finger. “Considering it's an area frequented by the age group due to its proximity to the universities and that it has several parks that the students told us they use to drink or go out as a couple”
"So what?" Morgan said from his spot. "We just wait until he kills someone else and hopefully we're near the scene to hear the screams?"
“Maybe we can ask the cops to patrol the area for the unsub's car,” JJ suggested.
“He's smart, there's a trailer park right here. It wouldn't be strange to find one on the streets as well.” Reid was visibly frustrated like everyone else and he ran a hand through his hair with some despair.
Your options were running out and frankly you couldn't think of anything else.
“And if we give him a target?” Emily murmured. Noticing that none of you said anything, she went on to explain her plan, “We ask police officers to send any young people they see around to home so we force our unsub to get close to who we want”
"And what are we going to do? Hire a couple of college kids to stalk them?”
“We can use our own team”
"Not to offend you, Prentiss, but we are no longer in the prime of youth"
"We don't, but Y/L/N and Reid do" when you heard your last name you were surprised, but when you heard your friend's you practically froze. First you looked at her and then at the doctor, whose gaze reflected the same stupefaction as you "You two are young, you might look like students"
"Are you saying you want to send us straight into the hands of a sexual predator?" you couldn't be offended, after all, those risks were part of the job, but you did feel somewhat reluctant about the idea.
“Do you have a better suggestion?”
“It doesn't sound so bad” Rossi murmured “It's a smart move”
“Besides, we would be watching around and we would intervene before that madman got close to you. Once we catch him, the photographs and personal items that he probably has in his trailer will be enough evidence, in addition to the fingerprint from the last crime scene” to your surprise, Derek was also pretty convinced of the plan that Emily had just devised.
"Reid, Y/L/N, would you guys be up for it?" Hotch exclaimed with his usual serious tone, looking at you and then at your partner.
Thinking objectively, the suggestion was very good. But thinking about it personally, you felt worried about the danger you two would be running into… oh, God. It wasn't until then that you realized that the plan to catch the suspect involved the two of you making out like a couple of hormonal college kids.
You knew that the options that remained wouldn’t be as opportune as that and taking into account the temporary nature with which Oliver operated, in addition to the fact that he was already deteriorating as a murderer, it was most likely that he was already looking for new victims, so if you did that same night the chances of success were quite high. You were between a rock and a hard place and all you could do was look at him while the gazes of the rest of the room were divided between the two of you.
“I… I'll only do it if you say yes” you exclaimed in his direction, with a cautious voice and a fearful look. You knew your friend and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in any way, even though you knew that both you and he knew that your personal interests would take precedence against the possibility that another couple of victims would lose their lives if you refused. It was your job, you had to do it.
"Are you sure you guys are going to catch him before something happens?" Spencer asked your boss. You thought that with his background the last thing he wanted was to end up kidnapped or seriously injured again, even though the truth was that he was caring just as much about himself as he was about you. He had seen the photographs and knew that women were the most affected by the murder weapon… he didn't even want to imagine something like this happening to you.
"Of course. You will have communication with us and if something goes wrong we will get you out of there immediately" Aaron answered and your friend sighed nervously and then looked for your approval. You nodded slightly and he delivered the verdict, to which everyone agreed.
He was still standing, but after that he slumped into the nearest chair as he listened to everyone brainstorming ideas for setting up the scene, distributing the crew, and what they would tell the local police to do to make the decoy effective.
At some point you lost the whole point of the conversation, to start thinking about what was implied by what you were about to do.
The feeling of attraction for your co-worker had been latent in you for a couple of years, but you had never confessed it to anyone to avoid creating tension in the team or suffering the humiliation of certain rejection. Also, you knew that a crush meant distractions from what was truly important and you had tried, in vain, to eliminate it completely. But even if it hadn't completely gone, you had known how to control it, only allowing yourself to look at him with loving eyes from time to time and avoiding being too confident with him during group drinking outings. You even limited physical contact, not because you didn't like it but because you knew your greed would demand more and more of you until it became inevitable to beg for his touch. But now all that good work holding you back was screwed because in a few hours you would have to be passionately making out with him.
Still with the internal crisis, you raised your head to look at him and realized that he too had been submerged in his own tide of thoughts, which you hoped would be more positive than yours. At some point Spencer felt you watching him and when his eyes met yours he gave you that tight-lipped smile that was strangely comforting, to which you responded with the same gesture. After that it didn't take long for everyone to leave the room to fulfill their respective tasks, but you stayed seated because you honestly didn't feel enough energy to move. Besides, you had nothing entrusted to you, you were the bait.
"Hey, are you sure you're okay with this?" Spencer asked you, once everyone else had left. He looked so tired of everything, but at the same time there was a kind tone in his voice about him that made you smile.
“It's just kissing, Spence. I think we'll be fine" you assured him, trying to swallow all your embarrassment and nerves "And you?"
"I agree. I just hope we get lucky today or we'll just have to keep trying”
"Reid, I need you to tell the cops what area we'll be in," Hotch interrupted you from the door. "You still have time to regret it," he added, looking at the two of you.
You immediately denied and after that Spencer withdrew from there in the company of Aaron. When you were about to drop you exhaled, completely concerned about the last thing your partner had said.
We will just have to keep trying. You didn't know if the idea excited you, or terrified you.
As night fell, Spencer drove the old pickup truck the unit had managed to rent for the two of you to drive into the park, with you in the passenger seat and a six-pack of beer in the backseat.
Although you were sure that it would be cold, you had decided to wear shorts and a button-down shirt that you normally wore for work, but that you had adjusted to make it look more youthful. Spencer was wearing an outfit that Morgan had gotten for him from a department store, simple jeans with a rather baggy cotton shirt and some nice boots that you didn't know where he got from, since in Quantico you had never seen him wear anything like that.
Both of you had showered at the hotel (separately of course) and you had made sure to brush your teeth and put on a good amount of deodorant and perfume before getting in the car. You had paid special attention to your appearance, not because it was necessary, but because you wanted to look perfect for him. Even with all this, you were a nervous wreck next to him, not saying a word along the way and only soft music from the radio filling the air.
When you stopped, the two of you put your headphones on to the channel the team was supposed to be on, and Morgan answered in the affirmative.
"Remember, he doesn't have to see the communicator or your weapon," Rossi spoke, who was also in the van, along with Prentiss and Hotch. "García will be watching with the security cameras and he will warn us if the trailer is coming"
"And meanwhile what do we do?"
"Pretend to be a couple, sit on the tailgate and drink beer, laugh, I don't know"
“Did you ever run away like that in college?” you asked, directly at Reid.
“Do you remember that I was like 16 when I studied at the university, right? I wasn't even old enough to drive, much less a car" he muttered and you gave a short laugh "I guess you did"
“I was too busy being the best in the institution to even think about going out and making out with idiots,” you replied, proud of yourself for that. “I mean, it's not like you're an idiot, but they were. You're very smart," you rambled, still twiddling your fingers, "Hotch, you guys will tell us when we're going to start kissing, will you?"
“When the suspect approaches, yes”
"Okay, well... then we have to go out, huh?" you muttered to him as you reached for the beers and tried to open the door to get out. You turned, expecting to see Spencer do the same as you, but noticed that he had lingered in the car for a moment, checking himself in the mirror and applying his lips with chapstick.
My God, could that man make you more nervous?
When he finally caught up with you, you went to the back of the pickup, where you opened the tailgate to sit down with a little hop. Spencer was tall enough to keep up with you just by leaning over the edge, where you watched him cross his arms. You were silent for a few moments, listening to the sound of crickets and cars in the distance.
"Do you think it's a good idea to drink?"
"Only a little. I'm having a hard time thinking while sober, I don't want to ruin the little reasoning I have left” you exclaimed as a joke. Or maybe you weren't joking so much "Just empty a couple of cans and leave them on the floor so he'll think we're really drunk." Spencer was about to do what you said when you noticed an important detail and called him over to look at you "Come here, let me fix your hair."
"What's wrong with my hair?"
"You're very well combed, it's not the image we expect" you carefully took his hand until it was close enough to pass the other through all his golden locks, messing them up enough to give him that relaxed touch that he should have. He looked so handsome, but not in the style of a fancy FBI agent but just like a young intellectual who went to parties and smoked weed “Like this. Perfect"
“Do you think we have to think of some backstory?” he asked and you looked at him with a frown. “You know, something about us. What degree are we studying, what are our names…”
"This is not a play"
"It's rude to eavesdrop on conversations, Prentiss," you said visibly annoyed, although looking at your partner that expression softened "As you wish, Spencer. Although being honest, I would say that you study… literature”
"Really?" he exclaimed with slight enthusiasm. You knew that his mother had been a teacher in the subject and you wondered if he had ever considered it.
“Morgan wasn’t wrong to choose those clothes for you. It suits you” you complimented him and Morgan whistled from the other end of the line. You felt like you were having too much fun for the situation you were in, but you needed to talk about something else to put off the reminder of what you had come to do for as long as possible. “I think you would have that hopeless philosopher/romantic vibe who flirts by whispering memorized poetry in your ear.”
“I actually know some good ones”
"Sure you do" you smiled gently, suppressing the thought of him sighing close to your neck at Bécquer "I'd probably study science or something."
"The unattainable scientist with whom the captain of the soccer team has a secret crush, but she is completely unaware"
"Where did you get that? From a 90s movie?
Spencer's laugh was one of your favorite sounds and today that was precisely not helping your situation. You felt intoxicated by how handsome he looked, like you'd discovered a side to him that no one else had, and the thought of kissing him made you tremble a little with anticipation.
“Do you want to share a beer?” he murmured, carefully opening the can and offering it to you first. You knew your partner wasn't the most enthusiastic about doing anything that involved germs, so it made you feel good that he took the lead. You took a big gulp of the drink to gather something of value and when it was his turn to drink he kept looking at you intently, you would even say that he seemed entranced.
You had made sure you were in a strategic position, with enough light for the unsub to see you and quite lonely, except for the patrol cars and the van that had been positioned at a safe distance.
“How does voyeurism develop?” you asked quietly, with genuine interest, as you shifted a bit to get closer to him.
“Voyeurism usually begins in adolescence and since during that age it is usually seen with greater tolerance, there are people who continue with these behaviors until adulthood. When voyeurism is pathological, they spend considerable time looking for opportunities to watch, often at the expense of not fulfilling important responsibilities in their lives, and people reach orgasm by masturbating during or after watching. Although if you think about it a bit, everyone is a bit of a voyeur."
"Why you said so?"
“Many men and women enjoy viewing pornography, which can be classified as voyeuristic behavior. It's not a worrying thing, but it's interesting to think about it” he explained, with those expressions on his face that he had every time he shared knowledge with you. He liked that about you, that you were always willing to listen to his data and statistics even at the most inopportune moments.
"I'm still a little scared that Oliver is trying to do something to us."
“I have my gun. If he tries to do something to you, I'll use it" you knew that killing the unsub was always the last option Reid considered, so you widened your eyes a little to show your surprise "All lives are worth, but when that life has already taken so many and it puts you at risk, I would not doubt it. You have nothing to worry about” he assured you and your heart warmed a little at feeling so protected.
"Do you know if Oliver attacks at a specific time?"
"No, he doesn’t. Just as we can be here for ten minutes, we can also be here all night."
You exhaled loudly, before taking another gulp of beer.
“Drink some, boy. I feel kind of selfish around here."
"I am nervous"
"And why do you think I'm drinking?" you exclaimed wryly, still holding out the can to him, and when he finally agreed he drank a little more than you expected “Have you ever…” you started to say, but suddenly remembered that literally the whole team was listening to you. If the answer was embarrassing, you didn't want to hear Morgan and Emily taunting you all week, so you covered your microphone for a moment and spoke again, but so quietly that only he could hear you. "I suppose you kissed someone, did you?"
"Yes," he said quickly and you sighed with relief. It comforted you a little to know that it wasn't his first kiss, because you didn't want him to have such a bad memory “Do I look so inexperienced?"
"No, that's not what I meant" you smiled "You're handsome, I know you've probably kissed a couple of girls"
"You don't need to tell lies, you know I'll kiss you anyway"
"But it's not a lie. I really think you're handsome" you confessed, gathering all the courage in you, while you smiled at him in the most serene way possible "And if we weren't literally waiting for a murderer, you know I'd be happy to do this with you"
"Smooch me?"
"Having this bad date attempt, Reid," you hissed, flushing red, as you slammed your palm into his forehead with just a little bit of force. Spencer seemed quite pleased that he made you nervous, rather than the other way around, so he grinned, “Though I think we should have brought food. I'm starving,” you pouted, swinging your dangling legs back and forth.
"That's not a picnic, Y/N"
You hated for a second that everyone was so intent on the conversation. A part of you wanted a moment alone with the brunette, even if it was in the midst of such a strange situation.
You began to talk pleasantly about things completely unrelated to the case for a couple of minutes, staying where you were, until Hotch's interruption made you jump a bit in place.
"Garcia intercepted an approaching trailer, get ready” your heart immediately sped up and you noticed him tense beside you, too, probably with the same thought flooding his head.
"Okay, come closer," you exclaimed, trying not to panic, as you spread your legs a little to allow the man to step into the space between. He wasted no time and just as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders you heard the sound of another car pulling up.
"Is that our unsub?"
"It is"
You were about to turn your head to peek when Reid grabbed your cheek and stopped you.
"He's smart. If you look at him, he'll realize it” he reminded you with a serious voice. You were so worried about everything that you were forgetting about your training “Okay, so I… Is it okay if I put my hands here?” he asked with a different tone, nervously placing both hands on your waist. You had always admired the size and anatomy of those hands, but until now you had not had the pleasure of feeling them on your body in this way.
“Tonight everything you do is fine. I promise"
"It would be a good time to start, he'll see you" Emily reminded you and you could only sigh shakily.
You two were adults, why were you so scared about kissing?
"Close your eyes" Spencer whispered to you, masking his nerves better than you "I'll kiss you, just close them," he asked you and you did.
You felt his body lean against you a little until his chest almost touched yours and then his lips shakily pressed against yours. You would always remember your first kiss, which in essence was such a brief caress that you didn't even know if it could be counted as one, the one where he wordlessly asked your permission to explore your mouth. Still with your eyes closed, you pulled him by the neck towards you and started a new kiss, a little more confident and deep this time, allowing you to savor the beer mixed with strawberries and that strange flavor that each person has.
“We…” you started to say, once you separated “you have to do it slowly, what he wants is a show” you exclaimed. Spencer felt unable to say any words and your hands caressing him so deliciously wasn't helping at all “Slow,” you repeated.
You arched your back a little to get even closer and when you finally looked up you met his caramel eyes. You needed a moment to recover and you unconsciously licked your lips, as if you needed to pick up and savor his presence in your mouth again, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his attentive look at your movements.
It didn't take long for you to give up, as beginning the third kiss you felt that you no longer had any control over your body, your heart, or your mind. And while it was true that neither of you were experts on the subject, you guys managed pretty well as the seconds ticked by. Spencer gasped as he simultaneously felt you pull the hair from his neck and caress his lips with the tip of your tongue, while you were taken by surprise when his hands left your waist and lowered to the height of your hip, where his thumbs gripped firmly on the clip of your shorts.
There was a kiss, then another and another; they became too many to count. You didn't want to touch him anywhere and at the same time you wanted to touch him completely, in the grip of the fantasy that this was real and not just a performance. And even if you were aware that it was all fake, that would probably only have encouraged you to enjoy something to the fullest that you knew would never come back. Amid everything you didn’t know which of the two situations would be worse.
The sound of your lips colliding became so obscene that you were embarrassed, but you had no plan to stop. Your hands slid gently down the length of his neck until you reached his chest and cupped the soft cotton of his garment in your fists to make sure he didn't move away from you. The heat of the moment just went up and up, but a voice on the intercom brought you back with a jolt.
“He started the trailer. He's going to go"
Spencer closed his eyes in frustration, and you sighed. From the position he was in it wasn’t possible to get around him without being seen, so keeping all his attention was on you and him.
Maybe you weren't doing it right? You wondered what the hell this man wanted to see if you were practically eating each other, but suddenly you remembered that his motivation was even more sexual than a couple of wet kisses. Maybe he was getting bored because he needed to see that you were about to… well, do it.
"Take off my shirt," you said immediately, still too close to his swollen lips and looking right into eyes that seemed to be pitch black.
"Take... what?"
"Take off my shirt" you repeated, with a tone that made the man shudder completely. With the hands that were still holding his shirt you pulled him to you and he held his breath “And kiss me better. Like you really want me"
But Spencer didn't need to pretend that he wanted you.
He made you completely dizzy when he began to kiss you so hungrily and you managed to keep enough composure when you felt one of his warm hands travel under your blouse, limiting yourself to letting out sighs that were drowned against his lips. But what finally caused you to let out an indiscreet and unwelcome moan was when he pulled you by the hip until you were on the edge of the tailgate and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against you. Spencer had almost managed to suppress his, but in the end, you having your own situation down there didn't help one bit.
His trembling fingers fussed with the buttons on your shirt until it ended up somewhere on the floor at incredible speed, leaving you half-naked before him and the collection of FBI agents standing around. You might have been embarrassed if your brain could connect two coherent thoughts, but you'd lost that from the moment Dr. Reid first dared to kiss you.
You carefully guided his hands to the beginning of the curve of your breasts and now you both sighed in unison, feeling goosebumps on every inch of your skin. You pushed yourself forward just for the satisfaction of hearing that guttural sound again and your prayers were immediately answered, for it was enough for him to feel the slightest friction and he would go crazy. It was inappropriate to need him like that, but you couldn't help it.
Holding your lower back, he leaned over you and at the same time pulled you towards him until your breasts collided with his chest. In that position, your neck was exposed and your partner’s hot lips didn't hesitate to go down there, while you sighed agitated just at the height of his ear. Spencer asked you, between each kiss, to look in the direction of the trailer to see if he was still there and as you could you answered yes, which was victory enough for both of you.
As he could, he maneuvered to lay you down carefully on the cold metal of the truck without stopping kissing your neck, and by inertia you wrapped both legs over his hip. When you were hidden by the panels of the pickup he finally looked at you.
"I hope it's enough to get his attention," he said, sounding as agitated as expected, and although the circumstances meant that you two would be taking a break you flatly refused, pulling him back to kiss him.
That kiss did take Spencer by surprise and it was perhaps the sincerest of the night. It wasn’t as passionate as the previous ones, but rather it was loaded with softness and you would even say that a hint of supplication. You were begging for him not to stop, for the night to get stuck in an infinite loop where the two of you could kiss for eternity. And suddenly you felt how he, who had been so tense the whole time, completely relaxed against you, as if he understood exactly what you wanted to say. His hands came to rest on the sides of your head to be able to kiss you more comfortably and you dared to take him by the waist with the same care that you were kissing him, feeling even above the cloth the softness of his skin.
And then he broke up with you. You feared you had done something wrong due to the suddenness of the movement and your frightened eyes searched his gaze for a sign of the reason, without finding anything. He just looked at you with something you couldn't describe, but that made you feel butterflies fluttering all over your stomach... and he stayed like that for a few seconds: just looking at you, as if he wanted to memorize all your features.
You opened your mouth to say something, but your words were drowned in a new kiss, totally different from the previous ones. Spencer was taking time with him, trapping your lower lip between his and sucking on it gently, pressing himself a little more against your body, sighing heavily into your mouth.
Your hand was already running up his side to make its way to his cheek just as screams filled the silence and you hugged him reflexively. The screams had come from Morgan, who had already moved across the park to take down the unsub and was now wrestling with him to get the knife out of his hand. Spencer hesitated for a moment if he should come over to help, but he preferred to hold you better against his body to protect you and wait for Emily to place the handcuffs on the man under her partner's knee.
From a distance you saw that he only brought with him, in addition to the knife, his camera, and a small backpack with some other murderous instruments that they managed to confiscate without any problem.
"All clear, we've got him," Hotch spoke over the radio. As you exhaled in relief too many emotions washed over you, combined with the adrenaline coursing through your body and the arousal still flowing into your crotch.
"Are you okay?" Reid's gentle voice called to you, as he pulled away to check with his eyes that everything was in order. His hair was messy and his lips were so swollen that it was almost painful to look at the image without launching yourself to kiss him again "My God, your shirt..." he said, completely embarrassed, as he bent down to pick up the garment. You looked him up and down and blushed when you noticed how tight his pants were, feeling your stomach turn a little. When he got up, he took the opportunity to look at your chest covered only by the black lace bra and a big gulp of saliva went down his throat.
You thanked him quietly and put your shirt back on, feeling the sneaky glances Spencer was giving you, just before Hotch walked up to you.
"How are you?"
"Very good, excellent" you stammered.
You could perfectly feel your swollen lips, the light sheen of sweat on your face, the heat flowing from all the places Reid's fingers had been, and the abundant moisture between your crossed legs.
After Hotch congratulated you on your performance, the two of you walked as best you could toward the rest of the agents, who were already placing Oliver on patrol. Another group was analyzing the trailer and they managed to pull out enough evidence about the murders that would be very useful in prosecuting the man.
"All good?" Emily asked in your direction, once things had settled down and the rest of the team had gathered in a circle by the van. You and Spencer just nodded at the question.
“I honestly think I'm going to need therapy after what I heard,” Dave murmured, so serious that you couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Don't you even dare make fun of this"
“No, we won't. I'm just saying you guys seemed to be enjoying it there."
"That's supposed to be the plan, right?" Spencer said nervously, finally daring to look at you and looking away almost immediately as he smoothed his hair back.
Once your boss said you could retire you escaped in a patrol car as fast as you could, wanting to get home so you could take a cold shower and soothe what wasn’t satisfied by the man. You could hardly sleep that night, still haunted by the ghost of the kisses you received from your gorgeous coworker, and the next morning you hoped that double coffee would do the trick. But apparently you weren't the only one who thought so, because at the same time that you arrived Spencer Reid crossed your path.
"Hey," he said, in that high-pitched voice that came out when someone caught him off guard, "How are you?"
"Fine, and you?"
"Fine too"
You knew that the two of you wanted to talk about what happened, but it only took one of you to have the courage to speak first. At the same time your phones rang indicating a message and you mistakenly assumed that it was JJ contacting you to announce a case. What was your surprise when you opened the file and found a collection of photos from the night before. You knew from Spencer's face that he had received the same thing.
"Garcia did you… did she send you the same evidence?"
"That's right," he said nervously. You had to admit that if Oliver had one quality it was that of a photographer: you were sensual and perfectly captured the desire that had existed between you. Well, the one you had pretended to feel… right?
Spencer held his breath as he came to a picture of you topless in which his hand was practically on your breast, immediately remembering how that had felt. He just hoped his memories didn't affect him too much or it would be embarrassing enough to walk into the boardroom with a boner.
"They're good," you said to the air and he suppressed a laugh "But I can delete them if that makes you feel uncomfortable"
“No, no, I… I think I want to keep them too. After all, the bureau will have them in the files as evidence of the case, I prefer to have access too”
"I just hope she doesn't send them to anyone else, I wouldn't want to see my bra photos going around."
“I'll tell Garcia, don't worry,” Spencer murmured, rushing to type something on his phone.
While you waited for him to type you took another look, feeling your whole body heating up again at the memories. A part of you was grateful to have such material in your custody.
"I never thought of being the protagonist of an erotic photo session and here we are," you said ironically.
“Speaking of which…” Spencer started to say, “Not the erotic sessions by any means, don't think I'm planning on inviting you to one or that, because it would be super weird and inappropriate, but I was thinking if… huh…”
“Sell them online? I thought so too, but it depends on how much profit there is. Garcia can help us find the highest bidder and not get charged for tampering with evidence."
"What? No!" he said, completely shocked, and you laughed because you got the reaction you expected with your joke "Why would we do that?"
“Just kidding, Reid. Those photos are something I prefer to keep to myself" you clarified and your smile made him feel shy "Seriously, sorry for interrupting you. What did you want to tell me?"
"What…? huh, yes, right. It's just that this morning I was thinking about what you said yesterday, about how under normal circumstances you would have liked to have a bad date with me, right? and it just kept spinning in my head, so I was asking if you wanted to go for a drink sometime. Not like a date, of course, I'm not saying it is if you don't want to. I can just be like… well, go get a drink. As friends"
Yesterday Spencer had practically eaten your mouth and now he was nervous about asking you out. So adorable.
“You're not doing this just as compensation, are you? because you know that it is not necessary…”
“I do it because I want to. And I want to believe that… that I didn't misunderstand what happened yesterday."
You no longer even cared that it was unethical to date team members, or that if things went wrong, you would probably go into the worst of depressions. What mattered to you was that Spencer was interested in you, even if he had implied it, and that he was asking you out alone with him. Just the two of you, with fun and alcohol involved, without gossipy colleagues or mortal danger.
"Then I'd love to, Reid."
“Wow, excellent then” he smiled, feeling lucky that you agreed “I know a great bar near here, the atmosphere is generally calm, I like it because they don't play loud music. What day is right for you?"
“I'm available any day you want” you responded genuinely, grinning from ear to ear just being around him. That was the effect Reid had on you.
It was stupid to try to deny that you were still attracted to him, especially since now you had a taste of what he could do with you. You wanted to kiss him again, of course, but you were also anxious to earn that completely adoring look you'd received the night before.
“Today?”
"Yeah, why wait?" you responded, more excited than you wanted.
“Hey, I didn't ask you, but I wanted to know if I didn't go overboard with you last night. I mean… did something bother you?”
It was a smart move, you could see it clearly. It was obvious that Spencer cared about you, but you also picked up on his intentions to find out if you were interested in him too. Well, that's how it was from your perspective, because that probably would have been your motivation being in his place.
Even if it wasn't the case, you weren't going to miss the opportunity to take a little advantage of the situation.
"The kisses on the neck were something he definitely didn't expect, but they weren't unpleasant at all," you assured him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Did it feel good to you?"
"It did"
"So everything's perfect," you murmured, shrugging off the matter. But you both knew you couldn't see each other in the office and acted as if nothing had happened.
Something had happened. Those kisses had only fueled the tension that had always existed between you but that you wanted to ignore.
"Do you want to go after work, then?"
“Sounds good to me”
Spencer gave you one last smile and then went to prepare his usual cup of sugar with a dash of coffee. All day you were thinking about him and more than once he caught you looking at him, but you didn't even care.
So, at nightfall, with a few drinks on you and more courage in your body, you finally confessed that kissing was something you had wanted to do for a long time. You almost didn't believe it at first, coming from him, but when you finally accepted it, it wasn't hard at all to rush at him and kiss him feverishly. And this time there did not impede for you to give free rein to your desires, which led you to the soft mattress in your friend's house and kept you awake until a few hours before dawn.
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niceys positive anon!! i don't agree with you on everything but you are so clearly like well read and well rounded that you've helped me think through a lot of my own inconsistencies and hypocrises in my own political and social thought, even if i do have slightly different conclusions at times then u (mainly because i believe there's more of a place for idealism and 'mind politics' than u do). anyway this is a preamble to ask if you have recommended reading in the past and if not if you had any recommended reading? there's some obvious like Read Marx but beyond that im always a little lost wading through theory and given you seem well read and i always admire your takes, i wondered about your recs
it's been a while since i've done a big reading list post so--bearing in mind that my specific areas of 'expertise' (i say that in huge quotation marks obvsies i'm just a girlblogger) are imperialism and media studies, here are some books and essays/pamphlets i recommend. the bolded ones are ones that i consider foundational to my politics
BASICS OF MARXISM
friedrich engels, principles of commmunism
friedrich engels, socialism: utopian & scientific
karl marx, the german ideology
karl marx, wage labour & capital
mao zedong, on contradiction
nikolai bukharin, anarchy and scientific communism
rosa luxemburg, reform or revolution?
v.i lenin, left-wing communism: an infantile disorder
v.i. lenin, the state & revolution
v.i. lenin, what is to be done?
IMPERIALISM
aijaz ahmed, iraq, afghanistan, and the imperialism of our time
albert memmi, the colonizer and the colonized
che guevara, on socialism and internationalism (ed. aijaz ahmad)
eduardo galeano, the open veins of latin america
edward said, orientalism
fernando cardoso, dependency and development in latin america
frantz fanon, black skin, white masks
frantz fanon, the wretched of the earth
greg grandin, empire's workshop
kwame nkrumah, neocolonialism, the last stage of imperialism
michael parenti, against empire
naomi klein, the shock doctrine
ruy mauro marini, the dialectics of dependency
v.i. lenin, imperialism: the highest stage of capitalism
vijay prashad, red star over the third world
vincent bevins, the jakarta method
walter rodney, how europe underdeveloped africa
william blum, killing hope
zak cope, divided world divided class
zak cope, the wealth of (some) nations
MEDIA & CULTURAL STUDIES
antonio gramsci, the prison notebooks
ed. mick gidley, representing others: white views of indigenous peoples
ed. stuart hall, representation: cultural representations and signifying pratices
gilles deleuze & felix guattari, capitalism & schizophrenia
jacques derrida, margins of philosophy
jacques derrida, speech and phenomena
michael parenti, inventing reality
michel foucault, disicipline and punish
michel foucault, the archeology of knowledge
natasha schull, addiction by design
nick snricek, platform capitalism
noam chomsky and edward herman, manufacturing consent
regis tove stella, imagining the other
richard sennett and jonathan cobb, the hidden injuries of class
safiya umoja noble, algoriths of oppression
stuart hall, cultural studies 1983: a theoretical history
theodor adorno and max horkheimer, the culture industry
walter benjamin, the work of art in the age of mechanical reproduction
OTHER
angela davis, women, race, and class
anna louise strong, cash and violence in laos and vietnam
anna louise strong, the soviets expected it
anna louise strong, when serfs stood up in tibet
carrie hamilton, sexual revolutions in cuba
chris chitty, sexual hegemony
christian fuchs, theorizing and analysing digital labor
eds. jules joanne gleeson and elle o'rourke, transgender marxism
elaine scarry, the body in pain
jules joanne gleeson, this infamous proposal
michael parenti, blackshirts & reds
paulo freire, pedagogy of the oppressed
peter drucker, warped: gay normality and queer anticapitalism
rosemary hennessy, profit and pleasure
sophie lewis, abolish the family
suzy kim, everyday life in the north korean revolution
walter rodney, the russian revolution: a view from the third world
#ask#avowed inframaterialist reading group#i obviously do not 100% agree with all the points made by and conclusions reached by these works#but i think they are valuable and useful to read
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Gatorbites-imagines kinktober 2023
I can’t remember my stories from last year, so if any are similar its honestly a mistake, I cant be bothered to go back and check them all.
Like last year I can’t promise ill post consistently every day, but I’ll do my best to do so, or just getting all my prompts filled out.
I used a randomizer to put these together. Feel free to write any of these or use any of my prompts, if you do, please tag me, I’d love to read them.
Alec Lightwood + Praise Kink
Astarion Ancunin + Bloodplay
Michael Myers + Drugged and/or captured
Hal Jordan + Size difference
Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader + Uniform Kink
Clark Kent + Alien Biology
Mickey Milkovich + Wrestling and sparring
Simon “Ghost” Riley + Gun and/or Knifeplay
Roy Harper + Musk and/or Sweat
Miguel O'Hara + Aphrodisiacs
James Bucky Barnes + Choking and breathplay
Roronoa Zoro + Cumplay (snowballing, felching, etc)
Donquixote "Corazon" Rosinante + Bondage/Shibari
Conner Kent + Breeding and/or excessive cum
Stu Macher + Edging and/or milking
Jason Todd + Leather or Latex
Homelander/John Gillman + Cock warming
Steve Rogers + Title Kink (daddy, sir, etc)
Din Djarin + Markings (hickeys, bruises, tattoos, etc)
Guy Gardner + Semi-public or Exhibitionism
Ian Gallagher + Waxplay and/or temperature play
Steven Grant, Marc Spector and Jake Lockley + Omegaverse
Dick Grayson + Prostate massage/torture
Tyler Durden and Jack "The Narrator" + Masks and helmets
Aaron Davis + Reunion sex
Sanji Vinsmoke + Dry Humping and/or frottage
Bruce Wayne + cock cages
Mike Schmidt + Desperation
John “Soap” MacTavish + Muscle/Body worship
Tim Drake + Rimming
Boba Fett + Oral Fixation
#kinktober#shadowhunters#baldurs gate 3#slashers#dc#marvel#cod#call of duty#shameless#shadowhunters imagine#shadowhunters headcanon#baldurs gate 3 imagine#baldurs gate 3 headcanon#slasher imagine#slasher headcanon#dc imagine#dc headcanon#marvel imagine#marvel headcanon#cod imagine#cod headcanon#call of duty imagine#call of duty headcanon#shameless imagine#shameless headcanon#star wars#star wars imagine#star wars headcanon#the boys#the boys imagine
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Spencer Reid x gn!reader
A/N: been gone for a hot minute due to personal circumstances but just wanted to drop a lil something (that anyone who watches Doctor Who will be able to tell I started writing a BIT ago given the references here lol) to let you guys know I’m still kickin it <3
warnings: slight hint at an age gap but nothing specific
A Smile
You can imagine the rest of the team would be floored to hear that Spencer has actually exchanged texts with you on a multitude of occasions, outside of professional settings. Numbers were swapped on your first day, naturally, and to begin with you only dared text Spencer if you had absolutely no other choice (if another member of the team could text him, you’d busy yourself to ensure they would, rather than ask you, to save you the embarrassment). But, ever since the first occasion that you texted Spencer a random question out of hours - regarding trivia you definitely hadn’t spent a concerning amount of time deciding on before you sent it to him - you have formed a bond that’s unspoken beyond typed words.
You: so, are you looking forward to the 60th Anniversary? :P
As you hit send, you roll onto your bed, grinning giddily down at your phone. In no more than a few seconds, your screen tells you that your beloved genius is already typing back to you, and within a minute, you receive the paragraph you’d anticipated.
Spencer: Absolutely. The revival of Russel T. Davies’ era, coupled with the return of Murray Gold’s legendary scores, are sure to ignite the spark of nostalgia that the show has been missing for some time. In particular, I am looking forward to seeing how Russel will format this new regeneration of the Doctor, and how many references to his predecessors will decorate the anniversary episodes, especially. I take it you are excited for the anniversary episodes, too, hence the question?
His formality and enthusiasm being conveyed in a way that is so distinctly Spencer, even over text, is enough to have you giggling. You know by now that if you ask something about one of Spencer’s interests, whether it be facts, statistics, generalized trivia, questions, literature, Star Trek or, in this case, Doctor Who, there is no way he can downplay his excitement.
You: knew it! :D and yeah, I'm super excited!!
Mostly, you are thrilled by the thought of discussing the episodes at great length with Spencer for weeks after they’ve aired, but you keep that safely in the subtext of your conversation.
Spencer: Of course you knew. Perhaps we could share a live commentary on the anniversary episodes, if we’re not otherwise engaged with a case?
Only Spencer Reid can make your heart stop with a suggestion like that. Before you can consider any consequences, you are frantically typing back to him.
You: I’d love that! will the commentary be by text or call?
He is typing the moment your message reaches him, his ability to read at what you consider to be the speed of light making for a wonderfully speedy texting partner in every conversation you have.
Spencer: Either is fine, but if we aren’t away on a case, I must admit the idea of experiencing the episodes together in person would be most preferable. It eradicates the risk of our viewings not being synced up or our call connection potentially spoiling the immersion. What do you think?
And just like that, he’s stopped your heart again. In fact, you truly have to consider whether Spencer Reid has figured out a means of reaching through his phone to yours, to snatch your heart right out of your chest. As though he hadn’t already stolen it on the day you met.
You: I think you’re right, like always, Doctor Reid :P
That’s a rational reply, you think. Not too eager. Not the resounding ‘yes’ that every fiber of your being is screaming. In the chess game that is how-to-text-Spencer-Reid, you have marked yourself as the queen. He’d tell you that’s not how chess works, but he’d probably also agree.
Spencer: I’m far from right “always”, but I very much appreciate that you think so.
You’re about to reply, when another text appears on your screen.
Spencer: (:
Doctor Spencer Reid has double-texted you. And, not only that, he’s sent you a smiley face. This is unprecedented. Your jaw drops.
You: omg you did not just send that
Honestly, your life is flashing before your eyes as you lie on your bed. Is this the power of your influence? Could you truly indoctrinate older men into sending emojis? Could this really be you?
Spencer: I most certainly did. I’ll even do it again.
Spencer: (:
He had to send it as a separate text. He couldn’t just add the smiley face to the end of his original message. No, of course he couldn’t.
You: omg who are you!!
You’re laughing now. Actually, properly laughing at the ridiculousness of this situation. Wait until Penelope hears about this.
Spencer: I don’t think these suit me very much, but they are fun. What about this one - 🙂
This is going too far. You’ve played God. You’ve flown too close to the sun. You’ve created a monster in the form of Spencer Reid using emojis while still being so formal. Still, you can’t deny that this is perhaps the funniest conversation you have ever had, with anyone, specifically because it perfectly demonstrates the unique humor shared between the two of you.
You: woah! careful! don’t push it, genius!!
And, in response to that, Spencer Reid is left with a philosophical question he has never before pondered: how does one convey sincere laughter via text? This reply takes him the longest, because he has to consider it very carefully. He wants it to indicate how funny he did find your message, and does find you, in general. He wants it to be obvious in its intent and impossible to misunderstand. So, after four minutes, you receive a text that has you laughing so hard you very nearly fall off of your bed.
Spencer: Haha.
Sometimes, that’s simply how your text conversations with Spencer end. While he does, generally, prefer a more traditional ending in the form of a goodnight text (that he actually makes the effort to sign off with a “- Spencer x”, like it’s a handwritten letter), he enjoys the nuances of an open end, on the basis it means a conversation with you doesn’t have to end. Only has to pause, temporarily, until one of you picks it back up again. There is something poetic, Spencer thinks, to the notion of you being his constant both in metaphor and literally in a text conversation that isn’t formally closed. That door is left open to you, much like the door to his heart is.
And that night, he closes his eyes with a smile on his face at the thought of you, everything you are, everything you make him feel. Everything that makes you, you, and how that makes you everything to him.
A text could never truly convey the heaven that you bring to him by existing, but just like proposing plans to watch Doctor Who with you, it’s a good place to start.
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Bad boy 80s dave, I feel like if yall made out and you were on his lap he would like grind your hips into his until he like... yknowwwww but like dominant. (If ya could make that a fic that would be amazing :3)
anon!!!! this is so good like. could you imagine???
i feel like he'd be spread out on the couch, his legs open wide, borderline manspreading and he beckons you over to him. and so you crawl on his lap, happy to get some attention from your boyfriend. you're all shy smiles and happy giggles as he runs his large hands over your body, tickling your sides and making you squirm on his lap.
everything's all innocent kisses and playful tickles until you wiggle in a certain way and feel something hard, and you immediately start feeling hot because you know what that is. dave grips your hips and guides you across his bulge again.
"keep movin', pretty girl." he mutters, leaning in to leave marks across your neck. although you hardly get the chance to move, because dave is still gripping your hips, using his strength to swivel your hips across his.
"d-davie.." you whine, already feeling your high approaching. he's just so rough. you can feel bruises starting to form on your sides from how strongly he's holding you, and the pressure he applies to grind your bodies together makes for intense pleasure.
"what? feelin' good, baby? too much?" he asks. when you nod, he quickly takes on a condescending tone.
"so spoiled.. you're just a little pillow princess, yeah?" he groans, tilting his head back after a particularly hard grind. "fuckk, m'gonna cum like this."
you wrap your arms around dave's neck, snuggling into his neck and whining as you felt your orgasm rapidly approaching. all of a sudden, you feel fingers wind themselves in your hair, and yank your head back.
"don't hide, look at me when you cum," dave grits out between clenched teeth. as soon as you make eye contact with him, seeing his blown out pupils and intense gaze, you instantly crumble underneath him, mewling and writhing in his lap as you cum.
you lean forward, resting your head on his shoulder, and as you come down from your high, you realize you feel unusually wet. it’s only when you look down and see a huge wet patch on dave’s crotch and realize that you made him cum in his jeans. you blush, and he just chuckles at your shy expression.
“wasn’t lying when i said i was gonna cum, sweetheart.”
#sorry the ending is rushed and lame#i’m so exhausted from work :(#but i hope you like <33#dave mustaine#dave mustaine x reader#dave mustaine smut#dave mustaine fanfiction#megadeth#megadeth x reader#megadeth smut#megadeth fanfiction#bad boy! dave#asks
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do u think u could write a modern AU for koby from one piece (specifically the live action) where he's a virgin and reader is more experienced so she rides him and praises him while taking his virginity? cause just imagine him whimpering and whining from the feeling of being in u and he's only ever used his hand so its all new for him
Can't Wait (virgin!Koby x F!Reader)
Warnings: Smut, oral (fem reviving), p in v, hair pulling, college AU, established relationship, biting, praise, fluff
Word Count: 718
Notes: MORGAN FUCKING DAVIES IS SO PRETTY MY GOD also writer's block is so ASS
"This good?" you asked, slowly sinking down on his cock. Moments before you guys were just watching a movie, laughing and telling jokes when suddenly Koby asked- no, he pleaded for you to finally take you guys' relationship to the next level.
His hands roamed your body, gripping and squeezing at your hips, thighs, ass and tits. He looked up at you and nodded, "Yes, yes it's good ah!" he moaned, head resting on your shoulder.
"Let me know when you want me to move." you sat still, or as still as you possibly could but Koby was filling you up and you just wanted to move and feel him twitch inside of you.
You didn't want to be rough with him especially considering that it's his first time. But at the same time, you just wanted to bounce on his cock and hear his whines fill the room.
"I'm ready, y-you can move..." his face was red, and his lips swollen from the number of times you've kissed him. You lifted yourself up and slowly sunk down. You repeated this slowly for a little before his whimpers filled your ears. You didn't want to go too fast for him, so you buried your head in his neck and sunk your teeth in his flesh. Biting and sucking, leaving marks that contrasted his skin.
He dug his nails in the fat of your thighs and hip. "Can you...can you go faster? P-Please...?" He asked, letting out an airy moan. "Yeah, baby." you smiled, picking up your pace.
Koby threw his head back and grabbed at your hips. The warm feeling of your gummy walls and the way you clenched around him was such a wonderful feeling. God, he wonders why he didn't ask for this sooner.
Usually he'd just jerk off to a memory of you, or even your voice just wondering how you felt but the poor boy was just too nervous to ask, he's glad he did though. Finally getting that feeling of your skin on his, your pretty cunt swallowing his cock, Even your moans which were growing louder and louder made him wish he asked way sooner.
"You're doing s'good baby, so so good,"
The praise went in his ear and sent shivers down his body. He never thought he'd like that. He'd do whatever you wanted just to hear those words fall from your perfect lips.
Koby's hips bucked up and he pulled you down at the same time, earning a gasp from you. The feeling was so good that he just kept doing it. You gripped his shoulders, nails digging into him. He slowed his movements, "W-what? Did you not like it? I could stop,"
"No! No, I liked it. Please, keep going,"
He looked up at you and nodded, he leaned back against the headboard of his bed and lifted his hips while having you bounce on him.
Though, your legs started getting just a bit tired, but you wanted to keep going, to make his first time the best time.
"I- I'm gonna cum,"
"Then cum baby, you did so good, look so pretty under me."
"I do?"
The way he asked that while looking up at you. The way his glasses were fogging up and resting on the lower part of his nose. His lips were wet and puffy and red from the number of times you've kissed him and the number of times he has been biting and tugging at his lips.
You nodded your head as best as you could. Your hips started to stutter, and you tugged at Koby's hair. He moaned into your shoulder and pulled you extremely and impossibly close to him.
Your thighs tightened around his hips as the two of you came. The euphoric feeling of your cum sliding down his cock and onto his thighs made him slightly blush and may have gotten him hard again.
He rested his head in between your neck and held you for a while. When he leaned back and looked at you through low lids and a flushed face he smiled.
"Thank you,"
His voice was raspy and hoarse.
"You're welcome, my pretty boy.
"Do you think..we could go again?" he asked, fingers lightly tracing circles on your hips, "Yeah, but you're taking the lead."
#smut#smut smut fic#smut smut smut#smutty#fluff#fem reader#female reader#op koby#koby one piece#koby#koby x reader#koby x you#koby smut
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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 「 MARK DAVIS MASTERLIST 」
「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」
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「 COMMISION FOR 」 — @quipsykayls
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「 SUMMARY 」 — the sweetest moments in life are waking up beside him
「 WARNINGS 」 — none
「 WORD COUNT 」 — 274
「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x mark davis
「 GENRE 」 — fluff
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your eyelids fluttered open
mind still subtlety entranced in a perfect slumber
your body pressed against the warmth of his broad chest
his heat radiating onto you
head nestled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent
completely enamoured with you despite still being in a deep sleep
you gazed up at him fondly
fingers tracing delicately around the high points of his face
across the swell of his cheeks, down to his lips
they were soft against the pad of your thumb, mingling in with the tingle from his moustache
he was beautiful, so ruggedly handsome
your belly could not help but do flips in adoration every time you gazed upon his features
his eyes opened slowly to meet your gaze
pupils instantly blown wide with affection
he muffled a soft “good morning” with a usual morning groan
that rough australian twang met your ears somewhat an octave deeper like it did every other morning
it was a good morning indeed, for the first thing he saw was your face
“morning…” you mumbled into his chest, planting a small kiss to the skin
his hand fell to the back of your head, gently stroking and twirling your head
“god you’re beautiful…” he began, flooding your veins with loving praise
his large palm cupped your cheek, smoothing down the skin with the pad of his thumb
by the way you two acted people still thought you were in the honeymoon phase of your relationship
which wasn’t entirely false
everyday you wake up and just feel an overwhelming amount of love each time you see him
and of course he reciprocated those feelings wholeheartedly
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#{ my fics : 🤍 }#mark davis#mark davis x reader#mark davis imagine#aew#wrestling imagine#aew imagine#aew wrestling#aew fanfiction
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Hi everyone! I’m climbing out of my cave and scheduling this in advance to spread the good word about vampire angst. Because, as anyone who’s read my blog title knows, I am a fiend for vampire angst, and there is some cracking vampire angst in this fandom.
Here's a selection of fics that dive into the tasty vampire stuff, especially ones that come with a serving of ‘this sucks actually’. I love all of these, but I’m sure I’ve forgotten or missed other great fics, so please feel free to reblog with your own recs!
Also, since these fics all deal with how being a vampire sucks, I’d recommend checking the tags before diving in.
The Eternal Life of Baz Pitch by @monbons
I am asking you all, please, hop on board and join me in reading along with this WIP. Monbons has a wonderful writing style; well-paced and impactful. She’s made some inspired choices in this AU. Angsty, clever, and so, so engrossing. Tasty angst so far, and we still have many chapters to go!
burning pitch by stainedglassflood
Lamb is a character who really fascinates me. This ficlet imagines a conversation Baz and Lamb would have if Lamb discovered Baz was a mage under less bloody circumstance. This short and sweet fic is something of a hidden gem, and I’ll cry forever that this is a 600 word fic, not a 60k one.
Crowding out the Bad (with Good) by twigs_in_my_hair
Another WIP, and if you are a fan of lore, this is one for you. This AU involves Simon trying to improve his diet with the help of nutritionist (and reluctant vampire) Baz. Twigs devotes so much to exploring Baz’s feelings about his vampirism, and how it has left marks on his life, behaviour, etc. And, of course, there's a lovely bit of slow burn Snowbaz along the way!
Joy and Trust by @bookish-bogwitch
Bogwitch constantly surprises and impresses me with her range. This short (400 words), sweet and heartbreaking ficlet sees Baz receiving a Visiting during the events of Carry On. I love it so much.
Proof of Life by @roomwithanopenfire
What if Natasha Pitch survived the vampire attack, but Baz still got Turned? What would that mean for Baz and the World of Mages? In this WIP, it means a Baz who is even more angsty about being a vampire than he already is in canon—and with good reason. Added bonus is the consideration for the wider canon divergence. What would Watford be like if Natasha is still headmistress but Davy is the Mage? Very intriguing fic so far, especially now we’ve landed in eighth year!
This is where it ends by LakeWitch
The least Baz-focused on the bunch, this fic is about the Mage taking Old Family children prisoner for leverage and the aftermath. It sees Baz hit his lowest point (gave me the big good sads), and then follows how he and Simon recover from all they’ve been through. Love it.
A Record of You and I by Sip_of_your_soul
Argh. I just can’t. This one hurt so good. Want to die a little inside for fun? Read this.
Thanks everyone, I'm eager to see any recs you wanna make! Tags below the cut!
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@nightimedreamersworld @fatalfangirl @thewholelemon @onepintobean @shrekgogurt
@theearlgreymage @martsonmars @blackberrysummerblog @orange-peony @valeffelees
@j-nipper-95 @rimeswithpurple @wellbelesbian @imagineacoolusername
@youarenevertooold @iamamythologicalcreature @supercutedinosaurs @alexalexinii
@bookish-bogwitch @cosmicalart @bazzybelle @theotherhufflepuff
@that-disabled-princess @prettygoododds @mooncello @noblecorgi @roomwithanopenfire
@emeryhall @monbons
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best books of 2022 rec list:
fiction:
chouette by claire oshetsky
forty thousand in gehenna by cj cherryh
fierce femmes and notorious liars by kai cheng thom
sula by toni morrison
everyone in this room will someday be dead by emily r. austin
jane eyre by charlotte bronte
villette by charlotte bronte
non-fiction:
gay spirit by mark thompson
we too: stories on sex work and survival by natalie west
transgender history by susan stryker
blood marriage wine & glitter by s bear bergman
love and rage: the path to liberation through anger by lama rod owens
gay soul by mark thompson
between certain death and a possible future: queer writing on growing up in the AIDS crisis by mattilda bernstein sycamore
the man they wanted me to be: toxic masculinity and a crisis of our own making by jared yates sexton
nobody passes: rejecting the rules of gender and conformity by mattilda bernstein sycamore
cruising: an intimate history of a radical pastime by alex espinoza
gay body by mark thompson
what my bones know: a memoir of healing from complex trauma by stephanie foo
the child catchers: rescue, trafficking, and the new gospel of adoption by kathryn joyce
the opium wars: the addiction of one empire and the corruption of another by w. travis hanes III
a queer history of the united states by michael bronski
the trouble with white women by kyla schuller
what we don't talk about when we talk about fat by aubrey gordon
the feminist porn book by tristan taormino
administrations of lunacy: a story of racism and psychiatry at the midgeville asylum by mab segrest
the women's house of detention by hugh ryan
angela davis: an autobiography by angela davis
ten steps to nanette by hannah gadsby
neuroqueer heresies by nick walker
the remedy: queer and trans voices on health and healthcare by zena sharman
brilliant imperfection by eli clare
the dawn of everything: a new history of humanity by david graeber and david wengrow
tomorrow sex will be good again by katherine angel
all our trials: prisons, policing, and the feminist fight to end violence by emily l. thuma
if this is a man by primo levi
bi any other name: bisexual people speak out by lorraine hutchins
white rage: the unspoken truth of our racial divide by carol anderson
public sex: the culture of radical sex by pat califa
I'm glad my mom died by jenette mccurdy
care of: letters, connections and cures by ivan coyote
the gentrification of the mind: witness to a lost imagination by sarah schulman
skid road: on the frontier of health and homelessness in an american city, by josephine ensign
the origins of totalitarianism by hannah arendt
nice racism: how progressive white people perpetuate racial harm by robin diangelo
corrections in ink by keri blakinger
sexed up: how society sexualizes us and how we can fight back by julia serano
smash the church, smash the state! the early years of gay liberation by tommi avicolli mecca
no more police: a case for abolition by mariame kaba
until we reckon: violence, mass incarceration, and a road to repair by danielle sered
the care we dream of: liberatory & transformative justice approaches to LGBTQ+ health by zena sharman
reclaiming two-spirits: sexuality, spiritual renewal and sovereignty in native america by gregory d. smithers
the sentences that create us: crafting a writer's life in prison by Caits Messner
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“Rose is actually happy in a parallel universe with a half-human Doctor.” - Russell T. Davies
Hello, Whovians — we’re excited to announce the #BringBackTentoo movement!
Sign the petition
In July 2008, millions of viewers tuned in to watch ‘Journey’s End’; where the Doctor and Rose were left hand-in-hand on Bad Wolf Bay.
While fandom has remained active, continuing to generate endless works inspired by this iconic pairing, there's sadly been little official content from the people who launched the ship!
Nonetheless, our devotion remains unwavering. We persist, loving the OTP; ceaselessly spreading love and fan-made content worldwide!
The purpose of this movement is to show there is still an audience that is very interested in revisiting these two. One that would love to see the Doctor and Rose together again, on-screen or off, living their best lives in Pete’s World.
Regardless of whether it’s a spin-off, comics, audio adventures, or — and this, we believe, is crucial — anything at all, we would just love to have them back in some way. We’ve realized that perhaps there hasn’t been enough collective buzz to bring this into reality, which is why we’re looking to rally up as much support as we can.
Already with us? Sign the petition! Our petition will be emailed directly to the powers that be; including Russell T Davies, Big Finish, the BBC, and more.
Have questions? Doubts? Need a little more convincing? Then read on…
Why now?
Because there’s never been a more perfect time for it.
Already, Russell’s return has been bringing former fans back in droves. Everyone’s waiting with bated breath for RTD2 and the sixtieth anniversary; plus Ncuti, David, and Catherine. With so many fans dipping back into the Doctor Who world, why not strike while the iron’s hot?
At the fifteen-year mark, it might never be this “hot” again!
Plus… nostalgia is a massive market.
A return of Tentoo and Rose after all of these years would be the perfect cherry on top of all of it: closure for so many fans, as well as validation for the only happy ending a Doctor-and-companion pairing ever got in Doctor Who.
And don’t forget — fan campaigns work, especially in the social media age!
A spin-off — too much?
As much as we’d love to see David and Billie back on-screen together as the proper Meta-Crisis Doctor and Rose, we understand that we already have David coming back in a big way, as well as Ncuti Gatwa — our brand new Doctor. It’s a big, BIG ask, trying to get a spin-off out of this. We recognize that.
However, as famished fans who are living off of little more than canonical crumbs and dreams, we will greedily devour anything we can get.
Such as:
More Big Finish audio adventures
Big Finish has done incredible work for Doctor Who, including one of the only official ‘glimpses’ we’ve gotten into Pete’s World: A couple of short audios featuring Tentoo and Jackie.
Big Finish understands and respects these characters, their relationships, and the overall source material. They’ve shown time and time again that they’re more than capable of doing justice to Doctor Who!
Audio adventures with a focus on the Meta-Crisis Doctor and Rose Tyler would be fantastic. Anything from their adventures with Torchwood and/or UNIT, imaginings of their life with a TARDIS, etc — there are endless possibilities!
Comic book adventures
In 2021, Titan Comics published ‘Empire of the Wolf’, a lovely comic book that gifted us with the best glimpse we’ve ever had into the lives of the Doctor and Rose in Pete’s World:
It was a beautiful, if brief imagining of these two (and includes their daughter), but even so, the vast majority of the story involves Rose being trapped with the Eighth and Eleventh Doctors. We only get a few pages of Tentoo.
Comics would be an excellent way to dive into the parallel world again!
Novels
There are loads of Doctor Who novels with amazing stories about Rose and the Tenth Doctor (like 'The Stone Rose' by Jacqueline Rayner). But, here's the thing: there's just one official novel that dives into the whole Metacrisis and Rose relationship... And guess what? Fans are really craving content that stays true to RTD and Julie Gardner's original vision for this couple.
The good news is, there are tons of talented writers out there who would jump at the chance to create legit Meta-Crisis stories, and some would even do it for free!
An animated series
We recognize that this would be a tremendous undertaking, but imagine: You can do incredible things with animation that aren’t possible with film. It would appeal to fans of all ages, and Billie and David have more than proven themselves to be excellent voice actors. There are all sorts of stories that could be created in this medium.
But let’s say we went with the first choice…
A spin-off/miniseries
RTD has been very vocal about his plans for spin-offs. Billie and David are willing, and it hasn’t been so long that the pairing has lost relevance… Although, in Doctor Who, does anything ever really lose relevance? The show is known for bringing back old characters. Enemies, companions… Doctors:
It’s obvious that David seems to have no issue with playing the Doctor. Furthermore, even Billie Piper has recently expressed interest in a spin-off!
In 2019, she told Doctor Who magazine:
“I would like to see a one-off dark comedy about Rose and the Doctor in the parallel universe”.
Then, even more recently in December 2022, she told Buzzfeed [on returning to Doctor Who]:
“If it was like four episodes all shot in London, then yeah, I’d be like a rat-up-a-drainpipe for that.”
Four episodes of Tentoo and Rose in London? What could be more perfect than that?
Wouldn’t a spin-off overshadow Ncuti Gatwa?
It doesn’t have to! If a spin-off were to happen, it wouldn’t necessarily have to happen immediately — it can happen after Ncuti has been established as the Doctor, and after RTD has re-established himself as showrunner. We’d just like for it to be part of the conversation, and let those in charge know that people are interested.
So… What about the people who didn’t like the ending?
Yes, there are some naysayers out there. People who refuse to acknowledge Tentoo’s legitimacy as the Doctor; others who refuse to believe that Rose could ever be truly happy with him, and vice versa.
This, sadly, is willful ignorance. Not only has Russell T. Davies, the man who wrote Journey’s End — who created Tentoo and Rose — confirmed that they're happy; the Doctor himself, David Tennant, will be the first person to tell you that those two are blissfully shagging their lives away at all times. And god bless him for it.
We’ve come to find that a lot of people who aren’t on board with the ending just didn’t understand it, which is fine — what better way to understand this pairing than by seeing more of them?
On that note…
How can I help?
Sign the petition!
Petitions are old school, but they are proven to be effective at affecting change, even in today’s world. We can preach to the ends of the earth about how much we want to bring these two back, but without numbers to back it up, the prospect is null and void.
Don’t just like this post — please reblog!
This is a grassroots effort that is counting on the power of fans to help spread the word. Unlike most social media platforms, there is no algorithm on Tumblr. Likes do nothing for visibility, so please reblog to make sure as many people see this as possible!
Participate in Tentoo x Rose Month
This is a multi-medium fan event for creating content of the OTP throughout all of July! All works will be featured on the @tentoorosemonth2023 page, with certain works even shared on the BringBackTentoo Instagram.
Buy the already-existing content
If you haven’t already, buy the ‘Empire of the Wolf’ comic. Buy the Big Finish audios ‘The Siege of Big Ben’ and ‘Flight Into Hull!’. Show these fantastic creators that we will gladly consume any content about these two that we can get!
Spread the word
Know anyone who likes Doctor Who? Any former fandom friends who might’ve outgrown all of this, but would enjoy more Tentoo/Rose content? Or maybe even just a random IRL friend who supports your obsessions? Link them to the petition!
Join the movement by following this page and our Instagram (which is brand new, give it time to grow ♥️). Keep on creating content, using #BringBackTentoo to tag any of your fanart, well-wishes, or whatever you like across platforms — just please be sure to keep it positive!
Feel free to DM/ask if you have any other questions, concerns, or ideas that weren’t touched upon in this post.
And please, for goodness' sake, be kind. This is a labor of love inspired by passionate fans and creators who just want to see our OTP again. ♥️
#bringbacktentoo#doctor who#tentoo x rose#tentoo#rose tyler#metacrisis doctor#pete's world#rtd era#tenth doctor#tenrose#ten x rose#timepetals#doctor x rose#journey's end#big finish#titan comics#empire of the wolf
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Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio will be released on 4K Ultra HD, Blu-ray, and DVD on December 12 via The Criterion Channel. James Jean designed the cover art for Netflix's 2022 stop motion animated adapation of Carlo Collodi's 1883 novel.
Guillermo del Toro co-directs with Mark Gustafson from a script by del Toro and Patrick McHale (Over the Garden Wall). Ewan McGregor, David Bradley, Gregory Mann, Burn Gorman, Ron Perlman, John Turturro, Finn Wolfhard, Cate Blanchett, Tim Blake Nelson, Christoph Waltz, and Tilda Swinton star.
Pinocchio has been digitally mastered in 4K, supervised by del Toro and Gustafson, with Dolby Atmos sound. It's presented in 4K with Dolby Vision HDR.
Special features are listed below, where you can also see the full packaging.
Special features:
Handcarved Cinema - Making-of documentary with co-directors Guillermo del Toro and Mark Gustafson and cast and crew (new)
Directing Stop-Motion - Featurette with Guillermo del Toro and Mark Gustafson (new)
Interview with Guillermo del Toro by film critic Farran Smith Nehme (new)
Interview with curator Ron Magliozzi on The Museum of Modern Art’s exhibition devoted to the film (new)
Featurette on the 8 rules of animation that informed the production (new)
Panel discussion with Guillermo del Toro, Mark Gustafson, production designer Guy Davis, composer Alexandre Desplat, and sound designer Scott Martin Gershin, moderated by filmmaker James Cameron
Conversation with Guillermo del Toro, Mark Gustafson, and author Neil Gaiman
Booklet with essays by film critic Matt Zoller Seitz and author Cornelia Funke
A classic tale is reborn through the inspired imagination of cinematic dream-weaver Guillermo del Toro, directing alongside Mark Gustafson. Realized through boundary-pushing, breathtakingly intricate stop-motion animation, this dark rendering of the fable of the puppet boy and his maker daringly transfers the story to Fascist Italy, where the irrepressible Pinocchio gradually learns what it means to be human through his experiences of war, death, and sacrifice. This Pinocchio imbues the oft-told tale with a bold new resonance about living with courage and compassion.
Pre-order Pinocchio.
#pinocchio#guillermo del toro#ewan mcgregor#david bradley#tilda swinton#criterion#criterion collection#the criterion collection#dvd#gift#james jean#burn gorman#cate blanchett#tim blake nelson#christoph waltz
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What are your thoughts on Cora?
cora hale was an underutilized character.
the concept of her is fantastic though and her impact on derek's character was not explored enough after her exit.
the potential and possibility of her character just teases me throughout season 3A.
of course a lot of this is because adelaide kane left due to landing the lead role for reign. and who can blame her for that? given colton, daniel and adelaide all went to the cw i imagine they paid better.
what remains thought is that cora hale is largely a question mark in the narrative of teen wolf.
how did she survive the fire? how did she end up in south america and with who? who exactly did she think was the hale alpha she heard rumors of? how did duecalion and company intercept her? why did the others not know her if she was their age?
in reality cora hale was in beacon hills for a few months as a prisoner and hostage than spent a few weeks with her uncle and brother before leaving. i would also like to know how she attended school considering it seems highly likely she was declared dead at age 11 in the fire.
i wish they'd answered some of those questions. i also wish they'd explored her and derek's relationship more. the guilt, the misplaced anger, the grief, anything about laura.
cora hale's survival is such a huge moment in derek's emotional arc too and we sadly see so little of it after she leaves. for such a short time she makes a huge impact.
i'd love to have explored more of her and peter too because what we saw in frayed and his concerned over her wellbeing when she was poisoned gave peter some needed depth.
cora also is the person to last mention laura hale by name in the narrative. in frayed to peter because you know he murdered laura.
i appreciated she had some animosity towards lydia mostly for being associated romantically with aiden due to his involvement in boyd's death. (why don't people ship her with boyd????)
i also did actually like her burgeoning friendship with stiles. her and him have their weird secret little club of having to endure peter's attempt of manipulation in visionary. they really seemed to vibe. she was going to help him explain the supernatural to his dad after knowing him for like five minutes. hales really love stiles.
it's sad fandom at large sees her (and somewhat rightfully) as erica's replacement and than malia's as hers.
jeff davis should've let her out of the subplot basement though. just because she wasn't physically there doesn't mean she couldn't be talked about.
i just know he has a notebook full of hale backstory. the fucker.
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