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jellzbellz125 · 11 months

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packman-packaging-india · 9 months

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gmanwhore · 9 months

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I don't blam-e you at all )(a)(a!! I lik-e to put ketc)(up and mustard on em bad boys!! >:3

Ketchup is great, I can't eat mustard anymore though it started to taste blucky to me :/

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song-of-the-rune · 1 year

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Character food crime bingo inspired by thinking too much about Rikkal's bizarre need to separate foods into constituent parts before eating them.

#ocposting #food crimes #character bingo #why do i know rikkal is like this? great question I don't know how my brain got here #these aren't all rikky it just got me thinking #ocs.rikkal #villainposting

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joeyvintage · 2 years

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solplparty · 2 years

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oldshowbiz · 4 years

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cutsliceddiced · 4 years

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Something Just Like This - CH30

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean Winchester, mobster boss. He’s a little cocky, a lot ruthless and more often than not, short tempered. But he’s also, Dean Winchester, a war veteran and hero who suffers under a shit ton of PTS. He met her in a bar and thinks it’s fate that brought her to him. Little does he know why she’s really here.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, violence, gore

WC: 3974

A/N: Hi, I wanna thank you all for staying with me and this story. I have received a rather not very nice comment about this. As in their opinion, I stretched it out pointlessly and there’s too much sex, and that I should please go back and edit out the unnecessary parts. I just don’t know what happens to don’t like, don’t read. But yeah, can’t lie that it was kind of a discourage. Nonetheless, I’m sticking to my story, because it helped me keep myself sane in quarantine. So here you go. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Y/N’s awake before him, Cuddles is already gone but Bubbles’ still lying next to her. She takes the little cat and walks out, closing the door behind her. She feeds Cuddles, sits down with Bubbles to see if the little baby would eat and the cat does, which is a relief, really. While she waits to see if Bubbles will throw up again, she turns on the coffee maker. The noise makes the three of them jump.

When she sees that Bubbles can hold her food in, she makes coffee, takes the mugs into the bedroom and climbs to bed with Dean, she places the mug on her bedside table and begins to nudge at his face, rubs her nose along his scruff. It’s scratchy but soft, just the way she likes it. She then kisses his jaw, the corner of his lips, his cheek, his nose.

“It’s too early,” Dean mumbles, his eyes are still closed.

“It’s not.”

“Ah, it’s not because you say it’s not.” He turns and buries his face into his pillow.

“Exactly,” She kisses along the skin that is visible, his ear, the nape of his neck. “And I made you coffee.”

Dean tilts his head up, opens up his one eye, it’s a little red rimmed from sleep. “What did you do?”

“What?”

“Or what do you want?”

“I’m offended. Just because I made you coffee doesn’t mean that I did something stupid or want something?”

“Yeah, it does.” Dean chuckles before reaching his hand out to grab her and pull her to him. “What is it?”

It’s her turn to bury her face into the pillow and she mumbles. “I have to go meet my cousin today.”

“You have a cousin?”

Well, how can she say that she didn’t know about it until last night either?

“Yeah, my aunt makes me go meet him. He came over from England and is in town for a short while.” She lies, hopes Dean buys it.

“When are you meeting him?” He kisses the nape of her neck, his scruff scratches at her skin. She welcomes the burn.

“This afternoon in a café. Just thought you should know so as not to be mad at me again.”

Dean chuckles and manhandles her around so she’s lying on top of him. “Baby, I’m never mad at you.”

“Annoyed.”

“Yeah, I’ve been annoyed.” And then he pauses before he adds, “This afternoon, huh? I don’t have anything scheduled. Why don’t I come with you?”

She honestly doesn’t know what to say to that. How can she say that she doesn’t want him around? That Ketch could expose her? She can’t even text Ketch to blow it off because she foolishly deleted his number and blocked him too.

“Yeah, sure.” She says instead, doesn’t know why but the thought of having Dean around will probably make her feel better? It’ll at least keep her from spilling Ketch everything she knows and make it worse.

Dean and her are sitting at the table, decided to go there before for lunch and now they’re having coffee and waiting for Ketch.

She’s glad Dean agreed to go eat there beforehand but she has never seen Ketch and it would really be embarrassing if she wouldn’t even recognize her own ‘cousin’.

Linda did give her info about him though, it was after they talked last time that she sent Y/N a brief profile.

“There you are!”

She looks up at the man who’s smiling brightly at her. He wears a suit, complete with tie and all, dark grey, white shirt, black tie. There’s an expensive watch on his wrist and a ring on his pinky which, she thinks, is weird but to each their own.

“Hi,” She says, stands up and there’s a short confusion of how she should greet him but he takes the lead, kisses her cheeks and pulls her in for a hug.

One that doesn’t seem to end and she hates that. Dean’s clearing his throat audibly and Ketch releases her with a grin that signals trouble.

This is going great.

“Ketch, this is Dean—”

“—Winchester, I know,” Ketch extends a hand and adds, “I saw your face in the newspaper a couple of days ago.”

Ah. What a liar.

Dean takes Ketch’s hand and there’s a small smile on Dean’s face but she knows that expression too well. It says something like he doesn’t know where to categorize Ketch yet. Dean wants to play nice but he can sense that’s something off about that guy. She can’t blame Dean, she’s weirded out herself.

They sit down and Ketch orders a coffee before he starts to talk, and my god, that man can talk.

Occasionally Dean would look at her, his eyes pleading for her to end this madness.

“What are you doing for a living?” Dean asks Ketch and she doesn’t know if it’s out of genuine curiosity or if it’s a way for Dean to show that he’s polite.

“I used to work for the MI6.” Ketch says matter of factly, like it’s no fucking big deal. “But now I’m a solicitor. Or as you Americans say, lawyer.”

Dean nods. If the mention of the MI6 did throw him off, he doesn’t show it. “And what are you doing in America?”

“Oh, you know, visiting my relatives,” Ketch nods at Y/N, “And I’m looking for a job. Looking to stay, actually.”

“Your mom will be heartbroken.” She mumbles. How fucking dare he uses the meeting to try to get in while Y/N told Linda that she’s got this.

“Yeah, but I’m not the first one who breaks her heart, am I?” Ketch looks at her, raising an eyebrow. It’s a dig at Linda’s and their relationship that has become straining, she knows.

“Anyway,” Ketch goes on, “I was wondering since you’re here, Dean, maybe you know of any openings in your organization?”

So this is what it was about, isn’t it? He really does try to get in? Will probably try to destroy her life and Dean’s before she can finish her mission? Not on her fucking watch. She’s fuming on the inside.

Dean sets his coffee down, one of his hands goes under the table, rubs at her thigh, as if he knows her distress. “I wouldn’t know about it. Ms MacLeod is my Head of HR. She’d know. Maybe you could contact her.”

Ketch looks at Dean, perplexed. As if he doesn’t get rejected often.

“I thought maybe, you know, we’re family.” Ketch adds.

“Oh, stop that bullshit Ketch, we are not! I barely know you and then you come here and want to meet me just because you want a job?” She’s outraged, feels stupid because she made Dean come here and there’s someone sitting across from her that could blow off her cover within a blink of an eye!

“Babe, it’s okay.” Dean squeezes her thigh.

“It’s not, Dean! It’s not okay. I didn’t know he wanted to ask for a job. I’m— Let’s go.” She stands up, leaving Dean to catch up to her. “And Ketch, if you want a job, get one yourself.”

Dean fishes out a bill from his pants and leaves it on the table. Y/N’s already walking out.

“I hate my family.” She breathes out as she leans her head against the car door, feels hot and uncomfortable all of a sudden, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I don’t want you to think that I’m using you for my family's gain.”

“Baby, really, it’s okay.” Dean tries to calm her down, his hand finds her thigh, stroking it up and down.

“I feel so foolish.”

“You are not. You’re being nice and sometimes, people tend to take advantage of that. I’m used to it, actually.”

“I don’t want my family taking advantage of you.”

Dean chuckles, “I think I can handle it fine myself, you really don’t have to worry about that.”

Her bra stabs at her sides, that damn thing, seriously. Everything feels too restrictive right now.

Y/N unhooks her bra on the back, slips out of the straps and pulls it out through the arm of her shirt. She feels so much better now.

Dean’s forehead creases when he sees it. “What did you do?”

She shrugs.

“How is that even possible?”

She laughs, “You’ve never seen someone do it before? You’re shitting me.”

“Well, sweetheart, usually I take them off or the woman does it, you know, more gracefully.”

“Yeah yeah, I’m not graceful, I get it. Bras are overrated anyway.” She bunches it up and throws it to the floor.

Dean has to laugh, “Yeah, they are. Your tits shouldn’t be covered by anything. Except maybe my hands.”

He says it in that straight face of his that makes her face flare up.

Y/N’s taking a bath to relax from Ketch and Dean has brought her a glass of wine, almost changed his mind on going out for that meeting when he saw her there, with foam on her head and a smile decorating her pink cheeks. Felt a strong urge to jump right in too, but he’s really got to go, Cas would give him hell if he would show up too late and that would definitely happen if he would stay next to the tub for too long.

So he steals a kiss before he tells her that he’ll see her later. And it’s hard. Hard to walk out from a wet and naked girl in his tub. He does it nonetheless, someone has got to be the reasonable one around here and today’s his turn.

He walks out, and takes his keys when he hears the doorbell.

They never have someone ringing the doorbell. At least not when they didn’t order anything and he knows he didn’t but maybe she ordered something before taking a bath and forgot to tell him.

Dean opens to Ketch.

“Hi, uh, I just wanna come and apologize for making a fool out of myself. Is Y/N here?” The man looks behind Dean, then and really, Dean doesn’t know what it is but something about Ketch irks him very much.

Against his better judgment, Dean opens the door wider, letting Ketch step in. He is family after all, right? He lets Ketch follow him inside. “Yeah, she’s still taking a ba—”

The blow to the back of his head knocks Dean out of balance and to the side, his body hitting the wall close to the entrance. He did not see that coming.

Dean turns around, his vision is blurry from the blow. Before he can even react, Ketch’s right fist connects with Dean's face. Once, twice, three times, sending him on his side, his body hits the floor with a dull heavy thud.

Yep, definitely didn’t see it coming.

He tries to get up, but there’s a blow in his stomach, feet kicking at his ribs, it punches the air out of his lungs.

“You fucking son of a bitch!” Dean growls, and tuns on his stomach, kneels up a little. He sees splatters of blood on the floor. There’s another kick, right into his middle, making him feel nauseous.

Y/N hears the bell, and thinks it’s weird because she didn’t order anything and she doubts that Dean did, knowing that he’ll be out until late at night.

With a weird feeling in her guts, she gets out of the bath, wraps a towel around her, and secures it with a knot.

She tiptoes out of the bathroom and when she reaches the bedroom, she hears a thud of something heavy hitting a wall.

There’s noises like someone’s grunting before there’s another thud and this time, she can feel the vibration of the flooring beneath her bare feet.

Instinctively, she runs to the closet, retrieves a gun from the cabinet, has to punch in the code twice because her hands are shaking.

Y/N breathes relief when it opens and she quickly grabs the gun Dean has bought for her. Probably not really bought it, but what does it matter now.

Clicking off the safety, she draws it, walks slowly to the bedroom door that’s standing ajar. Dean never closes it when he knows that she’ll be alone. Knowing that she likes it when the cats can come in and bother her.

There she sees it, Dean’s on the floor on his knees, his one arm braced on the floor while he holds his stomach with his other hand. His face is bloody and in pain, there’s a cut above his left eyebrow. Dark red blood splatters the floor.

Standing above Dean, is Ketch. He has a crooked grin on his face.

“You fucking son of a bitch!” Dean growls and Ketch only laughs, kicks Dean some more.

She tries to keep calm, tries to breath. That fucking son of a bitch, for real!

Taking one last deep breath, she steps out but holds her gun steady, points it towards Ketch.

“You tracked our car.” She says calmly. She’s not dumb, can put two and two together. But also because she doesn’t have any other explanation on how Ketch could know where she lives. Not even Linda knows it because they don’t track phones of undercover agents.

“Aw, Y/N no guns please, I didn’t use mine.” Ketch lifts his jacket, showing her that his gun is still in his holster. “Well, that’s a lie, I did for the first blow but I didn’t shoot. I need him alive, you understand, don’t you?” Ketch sounds so fucking arrogant and it makes her blood boil.

Dean’s wincing on the floor between them. And it hurts her, it physically hurts her to see him hurt.

“Shut up!” She hisses, has tears in her eyes. There’s so much going on in her mind, she doesn’t know what’s right and what’s wrong anymore. All she knows is that she wants Ketch to stop hurting Dean.

“Lower your gun, darling.” Ketch is still looking at her with a shiteating grin on his face. “You wouldn’t shoot me. You don’t have it in you, am I right?. How would you explain to my mo—”

The bullet goes right through the crease between his eyebrows.

She doesn’t know why she pulled the trigger. Doesn’t know why she killed Ketch. Fact is that she didn’t want to hear him say more, fact is, that he invaded her life. Fact is, that he hurt Dean and by doing it, he — by proxy — hurt her too. And there’s no way out of it. Ketch already knows too much. If she doesn’t do it, Dean will and she has to answer too many questions that Dean will be throwing at her. Questions she doesn’t even have answers to herself. She doesn’t want to face them yet. Not when she still has time left that she could actually enjoy with him.

She killed a man.

The realization hit her like a freight train.

Not only a man. A special agent. A Fed.

One of her own.

Linda will never forgive her.

The Bureau will never forgive her.

She’s no better than Dean. She’s now in this as much as he is. This life has consumed her, and there’s no way of getting out. She isn’t even sure now if she even wants to get out at all.

Letting herself sink down to the floor, she leans the side of her face against the door frame and starts to cry. Her hand slowly releases her gun.

Her vision is blurry and she closes her eyes for a brief moment, thinking about all the consequences of her action. When she opens her eyes again, Dean’s right in front of her. He’s in pain, she can see that but nonetheless he crawled over the floor to be close to her.

His hands cradle her face as he places a kiss on her forehead, thumbs brushing at the tears that streamed down her cheeks.

“You okay?” He asks her, and there’s a split in his lips and blood at the corner of his mouth.

He’s hurt more than she is but he still asks her if she’s okay.

She does not deserve that.

Unable to answer, she sits still and that prompts Dean to get closer, he sits up, grunting loudly as he does. And then he holds her face firm in his hands, lays his forehead on hers. Their noses touch.

“Baby, I need to know if you’re okay.”

She nods but cries some more.

He kisses her lips and she kisses him back, pours every sorry she can not say into the kiss.

Dean then pulls her towards his chest, lets her cry into it. “I guess I have to call for a clean up, huh?”

Y/N nods again and then out of the corner of her eyes, she sees the two cats slowly coming out from under the sofa. They walk towards Dean and her. She smiles and Dean lets go off her, grunting when he adjusts himself. He takes Bubbles, places the cat on her lap while he holds Cuddles.

It dawns on her then, after she strokes the cats for a while that she didn’t ask if he’s okay.

He’s been asking her twice and she wasn’t even the one who took the beating!

“Are you okay?” She finally asks and Dean breathes out, pulls the corner of his lips up to a little smile.

“Never been better.”

“Liar.” She mutters, then adds, “I need to check if anything’s broken.” Sitting up straight, she lowers Bubbles back on the floor but the cat stays close, watches her as she cradles Dean’s face.

“Baby,” Dean’s holding his breath when she skims one of her hands over his ribs, flinches as she touches him, “I can’t believe I’m saying this myself, but I’d rather you don’t touch me right now.”

She purses her lips. “But a kiss is okay?”

“That’s always okay.” He smiles a weak smile.

Y/N helps Dean after, throws his hand over her shoulder and walks him over to the couch before she calls for Sergei.

“I’m gonna call Cas,” He grunts some more as he settles into the couch.

She walks over to the door and leaves it open for when Sergei comes up.

Turning around, she avoids looking at the dead body of Ketch on the floor.

“Do you want anyone to know about your cousin?”

She frowns at first before it dawns on her that he’s talking about Ketch. Hopes that he didn’t see her hesitation, “No.” She then says, “No, I don’t.”

Because it’s the truth. If possible, she’d like to avoid anyone ever finding out.

“Okay.” Dean nods.

There’s a knock at the door and she leads Sergei into the apartment. The man doesn’t even bat an eye when he sees a dead body on the floor. She guesses that he’s not paid to ask questions.

She leaves Sergei and Dean in the living room, disappears into the bedroom and thinks about calling Linda.

Y/N doesn’t call though. Maybe, she thinks, maybe it’s better when she acts like she doesn’t know anything at all.

Sergei helps Dean into bed and Y/N props up the pillows before undressing him. He grunts out in pain as she makes him sit up a little to get his shirt off his shoulders. He’s already half asleep by the time she pulls off his socks.

She’s been given two different kinds of painkillers by Sergei and he tells her exactly when Dean should take which pills over the next three days. Thankfully nothing’s broken.

Cas arrives with a couple of men later and they immediately start with the clean up. Nobody said a word. It’s like everyone knows what they're doing and she has the feeling that it’s not the first time that they’re doing this.

Y/N takes the cats and closes the room to their bedroom. The workers are being loud but Dean’s even snoring a little by now, unfazed of what’s going on around him.

The cats immediately jump onto the bed, lay themselves around Dean and she couldn’t not take a picture of them together like this even if Dean’s face is bruised.

There’s a band aid that holds his skin together above his eyebrow instead of stitches, the bruise on his cheek already starts to turn green. His lips are swollen and it hurts her to see him like this. It physically hurts her heart.

She wonders how long it’ll take Linda to piece two and two together on Ketch’s whereabouts. How long it’ll be for Linda to knock down the door and arrest her and Dean. Wonders if Linda even knows that Ketch was trying to forgo her commands and contact Y/N directly just because he wants to play a fucking hero. Because honestly, she can’t imagine that the thing Ketch pulled off was in Linda’s interest. Not when Y/N’s so close to the finish line.

After about two hours, there’s a knock on the bedroom door. She opens up to Cas and wave of something that smells like bleach hit her. It seems like they were trying to make it better by spraying some flower scents around the living room, which actually might have made it even worse. She’s going to have to open the windows for hours to get the smell out.

“We’re done.” Cas says, and steals a glimpse of Dean in bed. “How is he?”

“Sleeping.” She answers.

“That’s good. He should sleep. The meeting today went well. Just tell him that? Okay?”

She smiles, “I will.”

“If there’s anything, you know…”

“I know. Thank you, Cas.”

“Anytime.”

She leaves the door open, but goes back to bed, picks her pencil and her notebook back up. She has to turn on the bedside lamp because it’s getting dark outside, the room lights up in a warm soft glow.

It’s an hour later when Dean opens his eyes. He squints at her.

“Is this heaven? Am I in heaven?” He mumbles, his lips purse into a smile.

Y/N replicates his smile, “No, sorry, you’re still stuck with me.”

He starts to laugh but then he flinches in pain. “Baby, no jokes, okay? My body can’t take it.”

“Shit, yeah,” She’s crawling over to his side on all fours. “‘M sorry.”

“Come on,” He says, pats the side of his bed and she goes in, lays her head on his arm. “How are you feeling?”

She chuckles. That’s so typical Dean. He’s the one who’s hurt but he asks her how she’s feeling. She does not deserve him. “Tired. How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been beaten.”

She tilts her head, kisses him on his good cheek. “I’m sorry about what happened. I didn’t know that he would come and hurt you.”

“That’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

She wants to tell him that it is.

Dean didn’t say more though, didn’t ask her why Ketch holds a grudge against Dean. Why she shot him. Because that’s also Dean. He doesn’t ask questions to answer that he doesn’t need to know. Answer that won’t change his decision. Answers that aren’t relevant on how he lives his life.

She can also guess that he might know. Ketch mentioned the MI6. Dean’s no fucking idiot.

“Can I ask you something?” He says after a while and her heart picks up pace.

That’s it, she thinks. Finally he’s going to ask her and she’s going to tell him the truth and everything will be over.

“Anything.” She says, because it’s true. At this point it’s all or nothing. She doesn’t want to lie to him any more.

“Why are the cats in our bed?”

CH31

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dxnturkiye-blog · 7 years

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justforbooks · 3 years

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Charles Eli Guggenheim was born on March 31, 1924. He was an American documentary film director, producer, and screenwriter. He was the most honored documentary filmmaker in the Academy history, winning four Oscars from twelve nominations.

Guggenheim's first job was working for Lew Cohen at CBS, where he was exposed to the new media of film and storytelling.

He was subsequently recruited to St. Louis, Missouri, to serve as director of one of the first public television stations in the country, KETC. Two years later in 1954, Guggenheim founded his film production company, Charles Guggenheim and Associates, and produced his first feature film, The Great St. Louis Bank Robbery (1959), starring Steve McQueen. In 1956, he produced the first political advertisement broadcast on television (for Adlai Stevenson). In the early 1960s, Guggenheim formed a partnership with television and documentary film producer Shelby Storck and he and Storck collaborated on several documentaries which were nominated for and/or won Academy Awards. Guggenheim received his first Academy Award for Documentary Short Subject for 1964's Nine from Little Rock, about the desegregation effort in Little Rock, Arkansas in 1957. Storck and Guggenheim also collaborated on a well-received political film for Pennsylvania governor Milton Shapp in 1966. That year, Guggenheim moved his company and his family to Washington, D.C., where he became a media advisor to many Democratic political figures. He worked on four presidential campaigns and hundreds of gubernatorial and senatorial campaigns.

Guggenheim worked on Robert F. Kennedy's presidential campaign; after Sen. Kennedy was assassinated, Guggenheim was asked by the Kennedy family to put together a tribute for the 1968 Chicago Convention. It was completed in less than two months. It was shown at the convention and broadcast simultaneously. The convention hall came to a standstill for twenty minutes. The resulting film, Robert Kennedy Remembered (1968), won the Academy Award for Best Live Action Short Film. Although Guggenheim occasionally ventured into feature and political film production, he stayed mostly with documentary films. Charles quit producing political campaign advertisements in the early 1980s saying, "If you play the piano in a house full of ill repute, it doesn't matter how well you play the piano." He won two more Oscars for short subject documentary film-making, for The Johnstown Flood (1989) and A Time for Justice (1995). He received twelve nominations in total.

His last documentary was produced with his daughter and colleague (since 1986) Grace Guggenheim: the 2003 TV documentary film Berga: Soldiers of Another War, a little-known story about a group of 350 American soldiers captured by the Nazis during the Battle of the Bulge who, because they were Jewish or the Nazis thought they "looked Jewish", were sent to slave labor camp and worked beside civilian political prisoners. (Guggenheim, who was Jewish, had himself been a member of the 106th Division, which had the highest casualty rate of the Allied Divisions. But a severe leg infection caused him to be left behind when his unit was shipped overseas.) Guggenheim finished the film six weeks before his death in October 2002 from pancreatic cancer. Soldiers and Slaves, a companion book to the film, was published by Roger Cohen, New York Times and Herald Tribune columnists using research materials.

Filmography

A City Decides, 1956, nominated for the Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject)

The Great St. Louis Bank Robbery, 1959 (fictional drama)

Nine from Little Rock, 1964, winner of the 1965 Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject)

Children Without, 1964, nominated for the Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject)

Monument to the Dream, 1967, nominated for the Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject) (continuously shown at the St. Louis Gateway Arch)

Robert Kennedy Remembered, 1968, winner of the 1969 Academy Award for Best Live Action Short Film

The Klan: A Legacy of Hate in America, 1982 (producer only), nominated for the Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject)

The Making of Liberty, 1986

The Johnstown Flood, 1989, winner of the Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject)

A Time for Justice, 1994, winner of the Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject)

D-Day Remembered, 1994, nominated for the Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature

The Shadow of Hate, 1995, nominated for Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject)

A Place in the Land, 1998, nominated for Academy Award for Best Documentary (Short Subject)

Guggenheim married Marion Streett in 1957. They had three children: Davis, Grace, and Jonathan. Davis followed in his father's footsteps as a documentary filmmaker and won an Oscar for best documentary in 2007 for An Inconvenient Truth.

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sinfully-chubby · 4 years

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What I Love About You - Ketch x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Warnings: Insecure thoughts/feelings, body issues, comfort and fluff, also their is smut, and a bit of a belly kink. It’s not mentioned, but you on the pill in this, always do safe sex. That includes wrapping you willy.

Word Count: 1,626

I apologize for this being late I tried to write as quickly as I could and I hope its close to what you wanted. I am also sorry if Ketch might seem a bit out of character. I have been stressed lately and I had re written this thing 4 maybe 5 times, plus on top of that I still attend school beside that I hope you understand. I’m just glad I was finally able to post this and I thank you for your patients.

The mirror. One of my most hated enemy's of all time, just standing in front of it makes me feel uneasy about my looks and my body in general. You let out a sigh as you grab the fold of your stomach and grimace at the stretch marks that you saw there and how they clawed themselves up your stomach. Dropping the roll you turn side to side staring at your stomach from the side view. You hated this and you hated the mirror.

Getting dressed into a pair of shorts and a lose tank top you continue staring hating everything you saw in the mirror, which made you not hear the sound of the door opening. Feeling arms wrap around your body you look up to see Ketch in the mirror leaning his head over your shoulder he turns his head to kiss at your neck.

"Whats on your mind darling?"

Giving a small smile you lean into his hold hopping that you could take yourself out of your own head.

"Nothing really just getting distracted."

You close your eyes as he holds you just a little tighter.

"You were never a good liar y/n."

Tensing in his arms a little you try to relax as he continues to talk.

"Now whats bothering you darling?"

Turning you in his hold, you are now facing looking up into his dark brown eye that were staring at you intently. Cupping your cheek in one of his hands he scans your face trying to figure out what could be upsetting you. Not want to bothering him you say no again as he makes a face.

"Your upset about the way you look isn't it."

Looking down at his chest you tense up again. Being pulled close Ketch makes you look up at him with a hand being placed under your chin.

"Your beautiful you know that right."

Shrugging your shoulders you feel the tears welling up in your eyes.

"I don't know, lately I've been feeling worthless and ugly-"

Cutting you off with kiss he keeps a strong hold around your waist as he kisses you. After a while he pulls away raising his hand to cup your round cheeks in his hand.

"I don't want you to feel like that ever. So if you ever start to feel like that please come to me y/n."

Nodding your head you are once pulled into a chaste kiss. Pulling away quickly he touches your forehead to yours.

"I want to show you exactly what I love about."

Turning you around to face you back towards the mirror Ketch places his hand under your chin and makes you look up at the mirror. Staring and yourself look at ketch watching as he kisses down you neck before biting a sucking hickeys onto your neck. Moaning at the sensation it brought you felt his hands as well as saw them slowly crawling up your sides brushing against the round curves before moving further to the front to cup your breast in his hands. Pulling away from your neck Ketch speaks softly in your ear

"I love how sensitive your neck is when I kiss and bite you. Sucking at the skin until its bruised."

Finding your nipples through the thin shirt he pinches them between his thumb and fore fingers, you let out another tiny moan the the tingle sensation it sent down your spine.

"I love the little sighs and moans you let out when I play with your nipples."

Pinching your nipple again making you let out another tiny moan. One hand abandoning your nipple it moves down your side stopping at your waist.

"I love the curves of your body and how soft your are."

Moving the other hand down your body it stops at your hip as he kisses you neck somemore.

"I love your hips. Love grabbing hold of them as I pound you thoroughly into the sheets as your grab and tear at sheets moaning for more."

Sliding and hand under your shirt Ketchs hands stop at your stomach as his other hand slides into your shorts and panties sliding is somewhat rough finger between the folds of your pussy stroking at your clit as the heat pooling in abdomen builds up even more.

"I love your thighs and the way the squeeze together weather it my hand between them or my head."

You moan at the thought as he slowly slides a finger into your wet pussy fucking you open slowly. At that you let out a somewhat louder moan as Ketc kissed you right behind your ear.

"And last but never the least. I love your stomach and how soft it is."

You tense up a little at the mention of your stomach. Why would he like that? Why did he see the thing that bothered you the most about your body. How could he count that as something he loved, something he finds beautiful.

"I love the way it feels. I love the way you giggle when I pepper kisses all over."

You close your eyes then not wanting to see yourself in mirror. Not having any of that Ketch removes the hand that was under your shirt to softly cup the side of your face and look at him.

"Don't close your eyes love. I want you to see how beautiful you are. From the top of your head down to your toes and even to the stomach I love so much."

Smiling at that you lean over and kiss him feeling your heart swelling at the declaration of love for you and your body. Removing his other hand from your shorts he grabs with his clean hand and drags you over to the bed. Laying you down he beds over you kissing you deeply as he tugs down you shorts and panties. Throwing them off to the side to be ignored. Pulling away for air Ketch grabs at the hem of your tank top and pulls it over your head. Underdressing himself of his own clothes quickly Ketch smiles down at you and starts kissing you again as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Running his hands down your body once more Ketch reaches down between you legs once again parting your pussy lips to play with your clit. Moaning into the kiss your tilt your hips up begging silently for more as he inserts his pointer finger fist and then his middle finger, thrusting them in and out of your body stretching you out. Feeling is other hand run down your body, he softly strokes his hand over your stomach and creasing your sides as he does. Pulling away for a quick breath Ketch smiles down at you with a loving gaze.

"I love the way you feel pressed against me as I fuck you. Stomach pressed against mine so soft and beautiful."

Blushing at that you hide your face in his neck as he continues to finger you open chuckling into your ear at your reaction. Kissing down your jaw Ketch travels down the length of your body. kissing at your stomach as his fingers thrust in and out of you at a faster pace. Looking up at you smiles at your heat blushing face as gives a small nip at your belly making you giggle a little.

Pulling his finger from your body he strokes his hand over his cock while he reaches for the lube you always left out on the side table for him. Uncap the lube he squeezes some onto his hand and lubes up his cock.

"You ready darling?"

Nodding your head you grab a hold of the sheet and hold on as he slowly pushes into your body. You hiss a the stretch, but you soon adjust after a few slow thrust in and out of your body. Moaning as Ketch thrust picked up speed you could feel how he pulsed inside of you as he thrust in and out of your body. Reaching up you wrap your hand around Ketchs shoulders as he picked up a quick rhythm thrusting in and out of your sopping pussy. Hitting your sweet spot over and over again you cried out in pleasure gripping at his back, no doubt leaving claw marks down them.

"Ketch!"

Feeling you squeeze around his shaft, Ketch lets out a small moan as he quickens his pace even more knowing you were nearing your end as you released sounds of pleasure into the air.

"Close are we now?"

Responding with a moan the pull at his hair bringing his face closer to yours. Pulling him into a deep kiss you slide your tongue over his lips asking for entrance. Letting you take control of the kiss Ketch releases his own moan in response as his cock slips in and out of your body. Feeling himself near his own end he pulls away forehead pressed against your own.

"I can't hold on much longer y/n."

"Me to Ketch."

With one final push Ketch is cumminginside your hot wet cavern. Feeling the warmth of Ketchs seed inside you, you let out a almost wail like moan as you cum. Clawing at his back Ketch thrust into you at a more slower pace, riding both your orgasms out while softly kissing each other lovingly.

Pulling out of you, Ketch lays down beside you pulling you close against his body as you slowly come down from your highs.

"I love you y/n."

"I love you to Ketch."

Before dozing off to sleep Ketch gives you one last kiss before you fall asleep in his arms feeling better about yourself and your body.

I hope you all enjoyed this. I‘m thinking of making a tag list for people who want to be notified on certain things. Send me an ask about whether you all think that is a good idea or not. Besides that enjoy the rest of your guys week. Next writing should be out tomorrow.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 4 years

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KETC | Living St. Louis | Katherine Dunham

One of America’s greatest treasures. Like Zora Neale Hurston, Katherine Dunham was a cultural anthropologist, and she traveled the world collecting Black dance from the Diaspora and on the Motherland to preserve for us the importance of telling our stories through movement. If anyone deserves a biopic or a more in-depth documentary, it’s her.

From America, Haiti, Brazil, and West Africa, she loved our history and the gifts we gave the world.

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h4ckedfoxboyg4mma · 4 years

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I'm going to Five Guys later, what do you want?

one standard cheese burger with no sauces (mayo ketc etc.) onion rings if they got em or fries if they dont tyvm.

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flightsoffandom · 4 years

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Ketch-ing Feelings Part 5

Pairs: Arthur Ketch x Gender-Neutral Reader

Words: 2630

Summary: After running from facing your feelings the time comes for you and Ketch to actually talk about the feelings the both of you share.

Continuation of Ketch-ing Feelings. Part 1--Part 2--Part 3--Part 4--Part 5*

Notes: Left completely gender-neutral. This will be the last part for now, just because I have other things I want to work on (I do have another series with Ketch I have been fleshing out).

Warning: I don’t really think it needs a warning but just in case. ‘Glorifying’ of violence. In the real world I wouldn't support or approve of that kind of behavior… buttttt… in the fictional world I like a bit of overprotective violence (I'm kinda assuming most of the people who read this do as well… because I mean… this is Ketch I’m writing about.)

In the middle of the night, you start having a nightmare. The usual you're being chased and dying kind of nightmare. The unusual part was instead of waking up in a cold sweat, the nightmare just ended. With no bad dreams for the rest of the night after that. Meaning you slept through the whole night. When you wake up in the morning the first thing you notice is that you're being spooned. You felt trapped until you woke up enough to realize who it was. Ketch’s chest was against your back and his arm was wrapped around you. You laid there for a good while. Unable to stop the comforting feeling this gave you. Maybe even dozing off again for a bit. When you were fully ready to stay awake you started thinking about your feelings. That was something you wanted to avoid. So you try to move Ketch off you. However, his hold on you tightens in his sleep. You quietly huff trying to think of how to get out of this. You accept that you are stuck here in bed for a bit longer. You were content laying there until a warm fuzzy feeling started to creep into you. That's where you drew the line. You didn't want to just lay there and think about your feelings. You elbowed Ketch, causing him to groan. You felt bad waking him up, but wanting to escape thinking about these serious feelings won out. Ketch starts moving, “Hell was that for?” You grab his arm and move it, “You trapped me in the bed being all clingy.” He easily releases you. You stand up quickly, already getting ready to put on clothes. Ketch scoffs, “If I wanted to get any bloody sleep then I had to.” You glare at him, “Really?” You sounded ruder than you meant to and the look on Ketch’s face showed that he heard it too. You ignore his look and go back to getting dressed. Ketch sits up, “Yes really. You were having a nightmare and it's the only thing that calmed you down.” You blush, glance back at Ketch. You quickly turn your back to him, trying to hide as much as possible. You heard Ketch get off the bed, “Are you going to explain why you are being so flighty?”

You pull on a shirt, keeping your back to him. “I… uh…” You tried to find any excuse to push this conversation further away. This was a very delicate game of emotional chicken you and Ketch had been playing. One of you would become serious enough to talk about it. When the other stepped up then one of you would back down again. You sat in a chair and pulled on your shoes. You felt bad for acting like this but the tight knot of anxiety in your stomach kept you from wanting to think about it. You had faced down all sorts of monsters and never felt as nervous as you did right now. Even last night when you almost died. It only edged this out because of the whole inches from death thing. These feelings and this conversation you would have to have at some point was a close second. The silence in the room was almost deafening. You could see Ketch starting to get impatient out of the corner of your eye. But by some blessing, his phone rang. Ketch audibly hissed when he looked at who was calling. You looked up and you could already tell it was the British Men of Letters calling him. Ketch turned and stared you dead in the eyes, “We aren't finished with this.” Your eyes go wide and you nod in agreement. You knew you had to face this at some point so you just accepted it. When Ketch answered the phone you could already hear him trying to explain where he rushed off to. It even sounded like he had gone against orders to come and find you. You knew that the British Men of Letters took following orders very seriously. You hated the idea that Ketch was in danger because you were afraid of real feelings. Fight or flight started to kick in again. Part of your brain told you to run far far away but you knew that wasn't what you actually needed or wanted to do. You wrote a note for Ketch. Settling on a middle ground of running off to the bar just down the street.

Ketch had been on a call with the base for a while now and you used this as an opportunity to slip out of the hotel room. Were you still avoiding talking about your feelings with Ketch? Definitely. At least this time you left a note and only went right down the street. You figured if you got a few drinks in you it might make the conversation easier. So you walked to the bar and headed inside. A few people were scattered about but for the most part, it was dead. Considering it was only noon you weren't surprised. You ordered a drink. Taking your time and trying to relax. When you got to your third drink you still weren't feeling anything. Your attempt at relaxation was ruined by someone pulling at your arm. You turn around and come face to face with a man reeking of alcohol. He starts talking, “Hello there, wanna go have some fun?” You roll your eyes, shaking your head. “No thank you.” You try to turn around but the stranger grabs your arm again. He keeps trying, “Come on. You'll have fun.” You growl, “I said no.” You turn around again. Downing your drink getting ready to leave. Before you get up you feel the drunk’s hand grab your ass. You whip around and punch him right in the face. The man falls to the ground holding his nose, “What the fuck?” You ignore him as he scuttles backward on the ground. When you look up from the ground that's when you notice Ketch standing near the entrance of the bar. Ketch was glaring at the drunk who was fumbling to leave. Ketch then looks up at you. You sigh and turn around, figuring he would be coming over to talk to you.

You played with your empty glass for a few minutes, waiting. When Ketch still hasn't come over you turn around, confused. Ketch was nowhere in sight. After thinking about it you were pretty sure you knew where he was. You put money on the counter to pay for your drinks before leaving. As soon as you exit the bar you hear what you expected. The groans of someone getting their ass kicked. You follow the sound to a nearby alley. Ketch wasn't even trying to hide as he was beating the shit out of the drunk that grabbed your ass. You tilt your head to the side. A part of you was really into Ketch’s whole overprotective attitude. Ketch did always seem to enjoy fighting someone. It may not have been the healthiest reactions on both of your parts but all hunters were a bit fucked up. You let Ketch hit the man a few more times before stopping him. “Ketch, enough.” Ketch freezes, dropping the bloodied man to the ground. Ketch looks up at you, trying to gauge your reaction. You were mad but at yourself for being into this display of excessive violence. You sigh, “Let’s go.” Ketch is surprisingly compliant, walking right over to you. You turn around and start walking back to the hotel. Ketch walks beside you, “He deserved it.” You glance over at Ketch, “I never said he didn't.” Ketch furrows his brow, “Then why do you look particularly upset with me.” You'd never seen Ketch quite this worried about your opinion of his behavior. You can't help but chuckle, “I'm upset with myself, not you.” Ketch looks confused, “Why?” You roll your eyes, “Because I was into seeing you kick that guy's ass.” Ketch is quiet for a second, “Oh…” He ponders your statement, “Oh!” You look over at him. Ketch smirks, “Well people in our... profession and with our inclinations are usually attracted to violence and danger. I think it's quite normal for you to be ‘into’ that sort of thing.” You laugh, “Of course you do.” You finally get back to the hotel. Heading up to the room. You look back at Ketch as you step through the door, “Let’s have that talk I've been putting off.”

You stand to one side of the room, pacing a bit. Ketch eyes you trying to figure out where this is going. After a few minutes of silence, he speaks up, “If this is about us shagging then don't worry about it. It’s a casual thing and we can forget about it.” You think over your words carefully, “Do you always act like this with 'causal' relationships?” Ketch raises an eyebrow, “Which part?” You started to feel like both of you were dancing around the same subject. You narrow your eyes at him, “Overprotective, sweetly possessive...” You let yourself trail off. Ketch crosses his arms, “Quite... I-” You could tell he was lying already so you interrupted him, “-Ketch…” You just stare at him. Ketch sighs, “No. I wouldn't normally behave in such a manner with an individual I was casually involved with… at least I wouldn't react like that with someone I didn't have... feelings for.” He was avoiding revealing too much of his own feelings by dragging out his response. You couldn't help but laugh. Relaxing enough to stop pacing as you speak, “So the reason I've been avoiding you...” Ketch watches you, still tense. You bite at your lip, “You at least have some experience with Toni but...” You think for a minute before continuing, “I’ve never been in a real relationship and the idea of being that dependent on someone scares the shit out of me. So after we slept together and started feeling…” You try to think of an appropriate word. When you can't you just throw your arms up annoyed and continue, “feelings I took the first chance I got and bolted.” You avoided looking directly at Ketch. You weren't sure if it made any sense but it was the best you could do. Ketch states, “Whatever you would call the situation between Lady Bevell and myself, it was not a relationship. It doesn't even compare to this." You look back up at Ketch. Ketch looks you in the eyes and adds, "She’s not even in the same realm as you.” You feel yourself starting to blush. You let a smirk slide onto your face, “Flatterer.” Ketch gets a smug look on his face, “You ran off and almost ended up dead to avoid being dependent on me. When in fact I had to come to your rescue.” You frown, crossing your arms. “I think you're extremely oversimplifying it but kinda.” Ketch gives you a sympathetic shrug, “Not the most rational of choices… but one I understand.” Ketch takes off his suit jacket, “Feelings are complicated, messy and can be a liability...”

He neatly lays his jacket on the bed, “You mentioned your dependency on me but it goes both ways.” You give him an inquisitive look. Ketch continues, “The week you were gone demonstrated just how reliant I am on you as well.” You take a few steps closer to him, “How so?” Ketch sighs, sitting down at a table in the room. He motions to the chair across from him. You take the offer. Walking over to him before sitting down. Ketch has a torn look on his face, “I was…” He pauses, meeting your eyes once again. “I am questioning certain loyalties I have…” You furrow your brow but stay quiet so he can continue. Ketch looks away, tapping his fingers anxiously on the table. “When a direct order from London told me to just ignore the fact you were missing… I choose to disregard it.” You were shocked. The British Men of Letters could be ruthless to anyone who disobeyed orders. So Ketch willingly doing so to save you, put himself at risk. You frown, “Ketch… I’m sorry… I don't want you to be punished… or worse because of me.” Ketch scoffs, “The choice was made. Whatever comes to pass I don't regret it.” Ketch offers you a genuine smile. It may have been a cliche but you could have sworn you felt your heart skip a beat. Then you felt it ache as you thought about the situation. You had joined the British Men of Letters for their sales pitch. You even stuck around when they revealed their darker side of the business. You may not have realized it then but you knew now. You had stuck around for Ketch. You got lost in thought. Ketch clears his throat, switching back to his normal less serious tone. “Well, with that whole ‘sensitive’ rubbish out of the way. I say me and you give it a go.” You chuckle, “Why not?” Ketch gets a cocky look on his face, “We have already seen that you would quite literally die without me around. So I don't think you really have any other options.” You roll your eyes, “You're never going to drop that are you?” Ketch shakes his head, “I shall hold it over your head as long as I can.” You smile, “Fine, I can live with that.”

You slip back into the thought Ketch had pulled you out of just a minute ago. You look at him, “Can I bring up one more serious thing, before we go back to the unhealthy coping mechanism of ignoring our feelings and covering it with sarcasm?” Ketch makes a curious noise, “As long as it is only one thing I suppose.” Ketch tone was teasing but the serious look came back over his face. You tap your foot nervously, “Pack a bag and keep it in my car.” Ketch tilts his head. Bringing this up could be a touchy subject but you had to. So you continue, “A bug out bag of sorts... So that if something happens with this whole London loyalty issue then I can get you as far away from them as possible...” You look at him, “You and me can just disappear. I have some contacts and other things we could use.” Ketch studies your face as you talk. You felt a nervous feeling in your stomach. You huff and add, “I don't want to be the reason you get killed.” There was a long moment of silence. Well maybe it was short but it seemed to drag on for an eternity. You didn't look at Ketch, worried about his reaction to your request. You could already feel the urge to run but you ignored it. Ketch finally broke the silence, “I'll have it ready as soon as we get back to base.” You finally look back at him. Ketch’s answer was sincere and you could see him seriously thinking about something again. You reach out and grab his hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. “Thank you, Arthur.” Him agreeing to a form of back up plan made you feel a thousand times better. Ketch returned the gesture and squeezed your hand back. You both sit like that for a bit. You slowly take your hand away, deciding to think about less serious things. You grin at Ketch, “How about we repress those thoughts with some scotch and maybe even sex?” You stand up. Ketch smirks, “Oh there will be no maybe about it, pet.” Ketch grabs your ass and pulls you down onto his lap, “We will be having a lot of sex.”

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