#angus in training

[miscfanfics]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

He was my type when I was 12

He was my type when I was 16

And he's my type now

[texaschainsawmascara]

[mardygatorade]

Please

Aaron Taylor-Johnson

Pairings : Aaron Taylor-Johnson x fem reader

Warnings : SMUT, dom!reader, light choking, unprotected sex, blah blah blah

Summary : You and Aaron are co-stars in a new upcoming film

The comforter of the bed sinks into your body as you lay in bed alone. The room is completely dark except for the faint stream of light peering through the bottom of your hotel room door. It’s almost two o’clock in the morning but sleep is the last thing on your mind. You thought that you would be tired after a long day of filming on set, but your mind is racing.

There is a light knock on the door that breaks the silence surrounding you. When you open it, your heart skips a beat. Aaron is standing there, one hand in his pocket and the other lightly rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey,” he says quietly, his voice sounding a bit raspy. “H-hey. What are you doing here?” You ask, looking him up and down. He is wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that he had clearly cut the sleeves off of. “I couldn’t sleep. Can I come in?” He asks taking a step past you without breaking eye contact. You nod, closing the door behind him and leaning against it. Aaron looks irritated, like someone had just given him bad news. “Are you okay?” You ask. He looks down at his feet before shaking his head and chuckling lightly. “What’s wro-“ you start, but before you could finish your sentence he steps towards you and puts his hand on your cheek. “You, y/n. God, you are all my problems.” He says breathily, grabbing your hip with his other hand. The contact sends shivers through your whole body, making it near impossible not to rip all his clothes off right then and there.

He pushes his body into yours and you can feel that he is hard in his sweatpants. He pulls away and moves his lips over to your ear, brushing it lightly. “I need you, y/n. I’ve been waiting for so long, please.” He breaths. At this point you are soaking wet, your body begging to be touched by him. All you could do is nod in response. His lips quickly meet yours, kissing you like he’s been thinking about it all day. You match his energy, the kiss growing stronger and more passionate.

He wastes no time grabbing your hips and tossing you on the bed. He takes his shirt off and throws it across the room, doing the same with yours. He kisses you roughly again, needing more before he can take off the rest of his clothes. He is hovering over you, grabbing at your thighs hard enough to leave bruises. His hips grind against yours, both of your pants adding to the friction. Without breaking the kiss he slides your shorts off along with your underwear and tosses them to the side. You reach down and help him take his pants off, his size making your eyes widen. He discards his pants and wraps his had around your throat, the other still gripping at your thighs. His hand placement is driving you crazy, feeling his rings dig into your skin. You reach down to grab his dick and align it with your entrance. When he finally pushes into you, you both gasp out in pleasure.

His thrusts start slow as he breathes heavily into your ear. You’re doing the same, your quiet moans causing him to speed up. “Fuck,” he whispers, his breath on your neck making you shiver. Every thrust hits the perfect spot making you cry out in pleasure. “God, I can’t get enough of you.” He growls, his thrusts getting even faster and sloppier. He lifts his upper body off of yours so that he can watch your back arch with every movement. His deep blue eyes grow dark as he watches every part of you in awe. His pace slows down and he sits up completely. You can see that he is flustered and his actions become a bit shy. This is when you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You sit up so that you are face to face with him again, this time grabbing his neck with one hand and pulling on his hair with the other. You kiss him roughly, causing him to surrender his dominance. You flip over so that you can straddle him, his back now leaning against the head board of the bed. You begin to ride him, causing his breath to hitch. He grabs your hips firmly, guiding you up and down. You keep eye contact with him until he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back in pleasure. You lean your upper body into him so that your foreheads are touching. He bucks his hips up with every bounce causing him to reach even deeper inside you. “I’m so fucking obsessed with you,” He whimpers, needing to get even further into you. His words make the knot in your stomach tighten, and he can feel that you are close.

“I’m so close,” you moan, speeding up your pace. He continues to whimper in your ear and you know he is close too. “Please, y/n,” He cries, begging for more. “Please.” The rhythm becomes sloppy, and you start to move off his lap so that he can finish on the sheets. Before you can get off, he tightens his grip on your hips, pulling you back onto him. “Jesus, fuck,” he whines, slamming into you even harder. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You scream out in pleasure as you ride out your orgasm on top of him. He whimpers even louder before cumming deep inside you. Tears and sweat stream down his face and the sound of heavy breathing fills the room. Your legs are shaking uncontrollably around his and you try to gain your composure. Your chests rise and fall together while peering into each others eyes in silent astonishment. His hands make their way to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin. He pulls you into a slow kiss, slightly smirking against your lips.

[pixiexdusts-world]

Let’s just all appreciate this photo of Aaron Taylor-Johnson 🫶🏻

[keeleyrich]

Had a crush on him since atpf and it’s definitely come back stronger 🙌

[v0rpalalice]

ˋˋMy family.. My mind.. THE INFERNAL TRAIN!ˎˎ - Alice Liddell(AMR)

[1wooden-antlers1]

Starting with the miscellaneous lol (one-off playlists)

Bullet Train (2022) | Tangbug (2h6m)

Dead Poets Society (1989) | Nuwanda (16m)

Fight Club (1999) | Tyler Durden (35m)

Lair of the White Worm (1988) | James d'Ampton/Angus Flint (2h36m)

Merlin (2008–2012) | Gwaine/Lancelot du Lac (54m) [this one's just embarrassing lmao]

Mushi-Shi (2005–2014) (1h5m)

Scooby-Doo | Fred (22m)

Stranger Things (2016–) | Steddie (4h25m)

The Breakfast Club (1985) | The Athlete (11m)

The Magnificent Seven (2016) | Goodnight/Billy (2h42m)

The Sandman (2022–) | Hob/Morpheus (32m)

[this-boys]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson in St Tropez last week.

[terabyte-teddybear]

the ones looking for the truth, well, they’re never the bad guys. / angus mcdonald moodboard for @xplding <3

[rosieblogstuff]

Surprise, everybody! It's exactly what nobody was expecting today, a new chapter of my 3x13 wilderness survival training fix-it fic. Who's ready for more trees and rain?? 🌲🌧️🏕️ And also some bad guys and conspiracy theories...

The party of three men and one woman that abducts Mac has high-powered rifles and no idea how to survive in the wilderness. That becomes apparent in the first twenty minutes he’s with them. The one thing they do well is tie his hands, which leaves him little choice but to come along quietly. Well. He technically had the option of yelling, but two of the four kidnappers had weapons trained on his sleeping friends when they pulled him away from his bathroom break just before dawn. He’s got a better chance of getting himself out of this mess with his hands tied than they had of surviving a couple bullets in their sleep. His estimation of their survival skills goes down as soon as they rifle through his backpack and start guzzling the contents of his canteen. “You might want to ration that,” he says. “Clean water can be hard to come by out here.” “Where’s your food?” one of the men asks, pulling Mac’s deflated backpack open more, as if that will make a pile of rations appear. He's a big guy, and he looks like he'd hold his own in hand-to-hand better than he's going against nature. And, of course, there's the rifle slung over his shoulder. Mac holds in a smile. “Don’t have any. I was going to find it on my own. How long has it been since you guys ran out?” “Too long,” says the guy who swallowed down half of Mac’s remaining water. The man who seems to be in charge, who one of the others called Giovanni, ends up with Mac’s knife, which kills the idea that he might be able to get to it and cut the rope around his hands. He’s pretty sure he could make a break for it, but he’s less certain that he could get out of range before one of them shot him. Even if he did get away, it’s still possible that they’d be able to track him back to the campsite, putting the rest of the team in danger. No, he’s going to have to cooperate for now. “So, are you going to tell me what this is all about? Where do you need to go so badly you’re willing to kidnap a guide?” For a moment, it looks like the guy in charge doesn’t want to tell him, but he pulls out a paper map and unfolds it. “X marks the spot,” Giovanni says, tapping it with his gun. “What’s at the X?” Giovanni’s eyes narrow but then he shrugs. “You ever heard of D. B. Cooper?”

(Chapter 5 on AO3) or (Start at the Beginning)

Chapter 6 will be out soon.

@diekatimitdemhutohnehut asked for a tag after I posted the last chapter... back a while ago. Here it is... 🥲😬

[robinsbuckleys]

[bradbury03]

[davidtennantpussytulpa]

sorry to be essentially liveblogging taz but guysssssssssssss 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 i love themmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

[ungoliantschilde]

“Rock ‘n’ Roll Train”, live at River Plate 2009

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"TURNING OUT ONE COMPLETE TRAIN A DAY," Winnipeg Tribune. December 4, 1913. Page 13. ---- Shops at Angus Largest of Their Kind in the Dominion-C.P.R. Building Cars of Steel ---- The Canadian Pacific railway's shops at Angus, in the extreme northeast of Montreal, are the largest of their kind in the Dominion. Here pig iron is turned into monster locomotives with shiny fittings, and when roughhewn logs are not employed made into palace parlor cars. Angus shopmen boast that the plant is capable of turning out a complete train a day. When the entire force is working an army of 6.000 men are employed at the works.

From the boy who deftly catches bucket of red-hot bolts tossed to him from a forge twenty feet away, to the expert engaged in tuning and testing the bells and sirens which are to clangs and whistle in Saskatchewan or Austria, every person at Angus fits into his niche of the intricate organization and there is no confusion and no de-ay.

When the Pennsylvania railroad system completed its tunnel into New York, it made a regulation that no wooden cars were to make use of its lines. This led the railway companies of Canada to construct steel cars, for which the public had been agitating for some time, as they constituted less risk to the tray.... So that now wooden cars are gradually disappearing and will soon be 3 thing of the past.

The decision on the part of the Canadian Pacific to build its cars of steel instead of using wooden bodies, while not exactly a new step in Industrial activity, will probably be taken up on a larger scale than ever before on this continent. The capacity of the new steel shops which have just been completed is ten cars a day, and this department of the works is now running full blast.

Assembling a Steel Car. When the trucks are delivered from the trucks shop, steel girders, punched for bolts and rivets, are hoisted on cranes and held in position while a workman with a hydraulic drill drives the fasteners into place. The assembling of a steel car is much more speedy than the old method of building wooden coaches, using the trucks as foundation. A large amount of the old equipment which was used in the construction of the wooden cars 14 being reconverted and adapted for the making of the new carriers.

This department of the Angus shops is now in the course of transposition and will be much condensed, as wooden parts required will be much less numerous. The wooden box which forms the exterior of the freight car is fastened outside of the girders and can be replaced on the same car when it wears out.

Comfort and Luxury. Although the project of making all cars, passenger and freight alike, with steel frames, has been proposed, and is now under serious consideration by the C. P. R., no move has been made at Angus towards installing a steel plant for passenger coaches. The general plan of assembling a passenger car is that used in other train work, the component parts being added to the trucks, which are set in the erecting pits to be built upon.

The finished parlor car is in itself an achievement, for here not only safety and utility are to be considered but comfort and luxury for the passengers.

Coaling Up Real Test of Engine. Coaling up is the real test of an engine's worth. Parts may have been perfect and preliminary inspection may have found no defect in the whole, but engines are made to run, and if this one will not, back it goes through a long series of tests and examinations to discover where is its weak point. As with ships at their first launching, the constructing engineer who has planned the whole is never certain that his locomotive will run without mishap.

To the east of the Angus shop is a side track where the monster engines are first tried with coal in the bunkers and steam in the boiler.

A little group always gathers around the new engine. Fires have been laid, the smoke pours through the exhaust pipe and the fireman gives a preliminary tug at the bell rope Then the grisled engineer, who is the only one who does not appear excited. throws open a throttle, opens the siren into hideous shriek, and the leviathan chugs along the track, as if this were no new feat and it had been chugging along tracks for years.

The little group of foremen and inspectors give a weak hurrah, as they have done for hundreds of new locomotives since the first was turned out In a few minutes the big engine has steamed backwards into its place at the end of the erecting pits, and stands all ready to go on the "main line."

[frie-ice]

The animal sidekicks and friends of the Big Four: Toothless (How to Train Your Dragon - Hiccup), Pascal (Tangled - Rapunzel), Baby Tooth (Rise of the Guardians - Jack) and Angus (Brave - Merida).

This was inspired by drawings on DeviantArt. The Small Four: Snack Time!! and The Small Four: I Will Stand at the TOP!, both by ZaraSkypainter, and The big Four Sidekicks by Tokyogirly.