#Matthias Hues

[theactioneer]

Casey Booth I Come in Peace alt poster (2023)

[myfairgame]

[twenty-words-or-less]

Dark Angel (1990)

Summary: Detective Jack Caine (Dolph Lundgren) must team up with Special Agent Arwood "Larry" Smith (Brian Benben) to investigate a series of drug-related deaths.

By-the-numbers sci-fi police procedural that goes off the rails in third act. Alternative title (above) really stupid.

Rating: 2.5/5

Photo credit: Cult Celebrities

[roseshavethoughts]

Dark Angel (1990) Review – A Sci-Fi Action Flick with a B-Movie Charm

[andy121019]

My @letterboxd review of Fists Of Iron (1995)

[justanoasisimagines]

Not when I'm around

Summary; Matthias is smitten with you. However, your oblivious. It's funny how things work out sometimes... Pairing; Matthias Helvar x Female Reader WordCount; 530 Credit goes to @cafekitsune for the banner and the divider A/N - Requests are open! Feel free to drop an ask.

Matthias observed you as you interacted with customers. The way you seemed friendly and familiar to the frequent punters. The way you had them eating out of the palm of your hands. It was no wonder why Kaz had hired you. "Don't you have anything else better to do with your time?" Matthias smirked. He'd been busted, but who could blame him? Not when you were the most beautiful woman in the world. "No, why, have any better ideas?" You wiped a glass clean. Matthias enjoyed the mischievous grin slowly appearing on your face. "There are always ways to spend your time, but right now, I have to work. Gotta earn my keep somehow" With that you returned to attending to customers, with a spark and a spring in your step. Matthias sat back and watched in awe. The Crow Club was packed, as usual, all of the crows were dotted around the room. Kaz rested on the balcony, overseeing things. Matthias hadn't moved from his place at the bar, surveying the room, all the while keeping an eye on you. He knew you could handle yourself, but that didn't mean he wanted you to. Not while he was around. "When are you going to tell her?" Jesper questioned as he slapped him on the shoulder. Matthias turned to glance at him before his eyes instinctively found their way back to you. "I've been trying to. I thought I was being clear but perhaps not." Matthias took a sip of his drink. It was difficult to hear amongst the constant chatter, yet Matthias still found himself being able to spot your voice out. Matthias had never heard a more angelic sound. "Then you are not being clear enough. You need to keep trying because a little birdie tells me she is crazy about you" Matthias didn't want to believe Jesper's words, he didn't want to get his hopes up. Could you reciprocate his feelings? Only in his wildest fantasy perhaps. Suddenly Matthias watched a local drunk grab you. Within a second, he'd jumped from his chair towards you. No one would disrespect you, not as long as Matthias had breath in his body. Taking hold of the man's arms, he dragged the man away from you. Fire coursing through his veins. "You do not touch her." Matthias placed himself between yourself and the man. "What is your girl or somethin' I don't think so." Matthias grabbed the man by his shirt pulling him off his feet. "Don't let me see you in here again!" The main scrambled, tripping and stumbling. "I could have handled him you know" Matthias smirked as he glanced over his shoulder. This was the moment. Two slow steps Matthias took towards you before cupping your face within his hands. "I know, but you don't have to, not while I'm around." You leaned up and pressed a kiss on his stubble-covered cheek. Not missing the pink hue that rapidly dusted it. "Come, keep me company" With your hands entwined, the Crow Club returned to usual. However, high on the balcony Inez passed Jesper some coins. If only you two could have held out just a little longer.

[rafent]

🎄

"What a predicament this is. It seems there's not a hall in the monastery not filled with these things."

🐉 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: accepting 🎄

Not merely another instance of mistletoe but an entire hallway of them; not only a single locust but a swarm of them close to never ending. 'Predicament' Rafal could handily agree with, standing flank to flank with the stalwart Matthias as they laid boggled eyes upon the scene together. Such an active war zone was neither for sensible dragons nor sensible men to navigate, that much was clear.

Cool fingertips brought skyward to knit brow, massaging circles into the knotted area. How long had such a snowy brow been intensely furrowed? Why; only since the first sprig had thought to manifest, of course. "There are many with far too much time on their hands. I have found myself in such a position in the past, but never would it have entailed something as foolish—as childish—as. . ."

Now gaze brought skyward. Words dwindled.

Plants could not wink but this one might as well have, twinkling its dreadfully familiar hues of green shrubbery and vibrant red ribbon at the top of the doorway that hung above both men. A parasitic plant, Rafal had read once, now one well and truly as it sought to leech the color from his face. Ignorance would have been preferred; ignorance was bliss, indeed; and not one lick of it could be maintained with the relentless permeation of evergreen tradition in recent times. What came next was no guess at all. However.

"Let us take a different hall."

He turned on his heel suddenly. However: a man of his respect Matthias was, and it was precisely for that respect that he wielded a blind eye. A fell creature like Rafal no less than contaminant, his touches no less than contamination, there ought be no dealings where good men and bad dragons touch. No dealings at all.

[theactioneer]

Talons of the Eagle (Michael Kennedy, 1992)

[priscus]

@am4zon said "I am sorry if I ever made you feel as if you were not loved as I loved Matthias or Irene." There's remorse in the thick of her voice, but it is shame that causes her to bow her head. She does so only for a second, because she owes Cleopatra her full gaze. "I did not always know what to do when it came to loving others as I did them. I should have been better. And I do. I do love you, Cleo. I love you fiercely."

long gone are the simple days of her childhood; long gone are the years of playdates at auntie diana and uncle bruce's house. the world is so uncomplicated when you're a child --- you're either warm or cold, hungry or not. even the yawning mouths of sewer tunnels seem undaunting in young eyes, yet untouched by malice.

things are different now. her childhood friendships have crumbled; her father barely knows her anymore. her mother's footsteps haunt her like an ever-present ghost; a pair of watchful eyes in just a slightly different hue than her own. she yearns for the cheetah's approval as much as she yearns for her father's forgiveness. and beneath it all is hate. an anger that she seemed to inherit. a vitriol she only knows how to direct towards diana and her daughter.

cleopatra regards the amazon coolly, ears flicked backwards almost dismissively, heavy tail sweeping back and forth slowly over the floor. she feigns aloofness when really she's not sure if she wants to laugh or hiss. how very like her mother.

" it wasn't your job. it still isn't. " she didn't grow up starved for affection the way she knows her father had. on the contrary, no one in the world loves her more than him. and diana and bruce had never made her feel unwelcome in their home. they had never treated her any differently because of her mother's crimes. diana had loved matthias and irene differently, but she was their mother. it made sense.

" you're not my mom, auntie di. " a hard edge creeps into her voice, but it's strain rather than anger. her lip curls slightly. truth be told? she doesn't really know who she's angry at anymore. " and it's got nothing to do with you. "

[headstrongblake]

[ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s. -nickfox / @myhiraeth

nick had come away from the sparring match with another kid, closer to his age, with a busted lip and a gash along his eyebrow. in the grand scheme of things, it's nothing. with the higher-ups wandering around, checking over different cohorts to ensure they're up to the standards, everyone is trying to put their best foot forward. to prove that they're worthy because if they're not? what were the last five years for? what were the countless nights near starvation or the brutal training that they all fought through for?

it's not matthias fault, but it's how nick ends up with his face scraping across the stone floor. it's why fox is now fretting over him after they'd all been forced to finish their drills before nick and fox were able to disappear from prying eyes. "stop holding your breath." he commented quietly, eyes lifting to meet her worry-filled gaze as she cleans dirt and grim from the cut in his brow. he doesn't need to look at her to know her hearts racing.

gently his hand reaches forward, brushing bruised knuckles against the base of her neck, pushing away the strands of her hair as his touch lingers. "be careful tomorrow, they're still sniffing 'round." he shifted a little closer, their knees knocking together. "we only have one more day, ok? don't worry, it's barely a scratch." nick assured, crystal hues shifting between her gaze and those distracting lips. is it any wonder that he can't help himself as he inches closer while she puts her damp cloth off to the side? by the time she brings her face back to him, he's lips are inches from her. crystal hues flicker back to her gaze, a lopsided grin tugging at his mouth as he catches the desire growing in her eyes. silently his lips crash against hers, forgetting the split in his lip as his other hand lifted to cup her cheek.

[andy121019]

My @letterboxd review of TC 2000 (1993)

[some-weird-queer-writer]

OKAY I KNOW I JUST REBLOGGED THIS BUT ANALYSIS TIME

Kaz wearing a shirt and vest AKA what he wears literally every single damn day but the vest is sparkly Inej so that means i AM dressed up fine I'll put on the glasses anything for you dear but I'm gonna hide at the back

Matthias being the one to hold the champagne! So proud of how far he's come! And his hair in the bun idk why but this feels so 'I'm relaxed and around friends' I feel like his hair would be his armor or smth

Of course Wylan is sitting on the floor he's probably cross-legged fiddling with the fireworks that are about to be the biggest Ketterdam has ever seen and are absolutely just bombs he made and then added some fun chemicals to make them burn in different colors

You KNOW Jesper is obsessed with those damn glasses. That is all.

Inej in sparkly pink!!! I love Inej in bright colors!! I feel like she would have the most GORGOUS formalwear in the brightest colors imaginable! Cause for her espionage it's all dark hues to blend into shadows and whatever but she used to be part of a circus and she enjoyed it! So I would think she has lots of fun colors and outfits to add some pizzaz to what is certainly Kaz's full black suit that he wears everywhere

And Nina. Oh, Nina! With her accurate chubbiness (I've posted so many times on how much I crave chubby Nina!) and beautiful earrings and necklace! The star makeup! The shawl-y thing! It's all so her!

Okay that's all rant over <3

Happy New Year!

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Age Of Treason FULL MOVIE | (Bryan Brown, Matthias Hues, Art Malik) STRE...

[codycawdren]

Dark Angel (1990)

Originally title: I Come In Peace Director: Craig R. Baxley Starring: Dolph Lundgren, Brian Benben, Betsy Brantley, Matthias Hues A renegade cop is forced to work with an FBI agent in order to bring down a group of drug dealers with sinister plans. An alien arrives on Earth in a ball of flames. A Drug deal goes horribly wrong. And about to get caught in the middle, is Detective Jack Caine…

[freakmenticide]

@murdersin asked: “Oh no, don’t stop on my account. I’m really enjoying the view.” + “Now, now, don’t play shy now. Let me hear you!” - matthias to huey!

oh boy . . . hugh had a feeling this bad habit was going to catch up to him eventually . admittedly , huey WAS good at his job , there were just some . . . unfortunate human thrills he sought , some gross carnal twist that led him to pleasing himself in more private areas of his job . right now , he felt at bliss . that wonderful heat and twisting in his gut as a telltale sign that an orgasm was rapidly approached , barely attentive of the foot steps encroaching on his position . suddenly , the night guard is self conscious of the fact he'd allowed a few whimpers and whines to pass through his lips as he hears the creak of a door . the brunet feels his breath hitch in his throat when his boss' voice fills his ears , hazel eyes immediately snapping open from being squeezed shut in pleasure to look up at the other .

shame on huey for thinking that the utility closet would give him solace from another's sight , the slightly cramped space leaving the brunet fully on display . three fair fingers buried deep in his oozing cunt , knees pressed far apart against the concrete as he'd been rocking and fucking against his own hand , work pants and boxers shoved desperately down around his ankles . the night guard feels his face flush a vibrant hue of red as matthias' words register in his mind , the fog in his eyes is evident despite the embarrassment and shame that licks at his skin . " i-i -- " hugh can't find any sort of explanation for this , but parts of his mind are more tied to the fact that he could feel himself clench and seep at his boss' words , feel his hips grind down against his fingers to get them in deeper with a punched whine . " i'm sorry , sir . . . i'm not trying to be shy . " that is the most his brain can formulate in this moment , with how close he was to cumming and how fast it was ripped by the appearance of an unexpected party made the twisting heat in his stomach fizzle and his mind hazed .

the brunet makes small pathetic noises as his fingers plunged into his soaking cunt , taking a moment to change position so he's laying on his back and exposing his wet folds to his boss . swollen pink lips are intruded by those same fingers once more with a sweet keen , his other coming down to rub small , light circles against his twitch , aching clit . " mr . afton . . . " the night guard purrs wantonly , parting his thighs to ensure he was put on display . if his boss wanted him to keep working and speak up , HUGH could certainly do that . anything for a little workplace THRILL .