#cosmo jarvis

[saturnslight]

neverending brainrot for me.

[warfaredoll]

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐎

Elliott proves to you that he can still make you feel good, with or without his mustache.

smut w plot, SMUT SMUT, wc 1k, Elliott’s mustache tickling you when he kisses you 😵‍💫😵‍💫😩

you just lay there, propped up on your elbow, staring at him.

Elliott’s back is to you, bare with the curve of his shoulder rising and falling with every slow breath. he turns slightly just enough for you to see his face.

only it isn’t the same. his mustache the one you teased him about endlessly, the one that scratched against your lips when he kissed you, the one that made him look rugged even when he was half asleep was gone. completely gone.

“you’re staring” he mumbles without turning fully around.

“you shaved it” you say flatly.

“yeah. figured I needed a change.” he finally rolls over to face you “you hate it?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“but you do.”

you sigh, reaching out to trace your thumb over his now smooth upper lip. It’s soft. too soft.

you don’t mean to pout not really. but it’s happening your bottom lip trembles just slightly, and your brows knit together as you blink hard.

It’s stupid, so stupid. but the tears are there hot and stinging at the corners of your eyes. Elliott shifts onto his side and sees it the look on your face. his eyes go wide knowing what was about to happen

“no. don’t do that” he says quickly, voice low and comforting “baby come on don’t cry.”

you try to blink it away, but a tear escapes anyway sliding down your cheek.

“I just-” Your voice cracks. “I loved it.”

“I know you did” he murmurs inching closer, cupping your cheek with his calloused hand. his thumb brushes the tear away. “I wasn’t thinking. I just woke up and felt like it was about time and- God I didn’t think you’d cry over it.”

you sniffle, pressing your face into his palm. “you looked so handsome with it. like… you. my Elliott.”

“I’m still your Elliott” he says softly.

you’re still sniffling, bottom lip out in a hopeless wobbly pout. the tears haven’t stopped if anything, they’ve gotten worse. you swipe angrily at your cheeks but they just keep coming warm and messy.

“I hate it” you mumble. “I hate it so much.”

Elliott just watches you with those soft understanding eyes

and then he shifts and pulls you gently into his lap, arms wrapping around you. you let it happen you melt into him like you always do, your knees tucked beside his thighs

“There we go” he murmurs, one hand cradling the back of your head the other rubbing slow soothing circles into your back. “Just let it out”

“I miss it already” you sob into his chest, voice muffled.

“I know baby. I know” he whispers, rocking you gently now. “I should’ve told you before I did it. should’ve asked. I didn’t think it’d hit you like this.”

“I just want it back” you whine, tears wetting his bare shoulder. “I feel stupid for crying but I can’t help it.”

“Shh, no you’re not stupid” he says quickly, pulling back just enough to look into your teary eyes. “You’re not. You’re just sensitive and that’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”

his thumb gently strokes along your cheek, brushing away a tear as he tilts his head and speaks in that low patient voice that always makes your chest ache in the best way.

you’ve quieted down now, tucked in his lap sniffling against his chest. his hands haven’t stopped moving slow strokes down your spine, fingertips brushing through your hair

“I’m gonna miss the way it felt when you kissed me.”

his hand stops briefly, then resumes stroking your back. “Yeah?”

you nod, still pressed into his chest. “It used to tickle… when you’d kiss me.” you lift your head slightly, your eyes meeting his again. “especially on my neck.”

he hums softly to that, “I remember. you’d squirm every time.”

“I liked it” you admit, “The way it felt when you’d trail your mouth down my neck, my back… my shoulders…”

he tilts his head, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. “and your thighs.”

you nod, “especially my thighs.”

Elliott exhales through his nose, “You’d get so sensitive when I did that. could barely sit still.”

your body’s still curled in his lap, warm and safe in his arms

“Let me show you” he whispers, “that it wasn’t just the mustache. it was me.”

you swallow thickly, nodding and he doesn’t waste a moment. he lays you back gently, his hands never stop touching one slides behind your neck, the other smoothing down your side

his lips press to your cheek first. then your jaw. then the curve of your neck. you inhale shakily the moment he gets there

he kisses you there slowly, repeatedly, the heat of his mouth warm. it’s soft. different without the scratch and then he shifts down a little more, his mouth trailing to your collarbone, your shoulder, his lips opening slightly as he lets his breath drag warm across your skin between kisses.

your head tips back with a sigh and he smiles against your skin whispering, “still tickles a little, doesn’t it?”

you nod, “It’s different… but it’s still you.”

“That’s all I want you to feel” he murmurs, “that I’m still here. every part of me.”

Elliott’s hands slide beneath the hem of your shirt, he lifts it up slowly his eyes never leaving yours, watching the way your breath catches when the cool air kisses bare skin. his voice is a low hum as he dips down, “gonna prove it, mustache or not.”

the shirt’s gone now, tossed to the floor without care and he’s already on you hands spreading wide across your ribs thumbs brushing under the soft curve of your breasts before he leans in, lips parting over the center of your chest. his kisses you there dragging his mouth lower, you arch under him instinctively

“You feel that?” he mutters against your stomach, a grin in his voice as he lays another kiss just beneath your belly button wet and sucking leaving a mark that makes your hips jerk. “Feels the fucking same, doesn’t it? you’re squirming already.”

his palms press down on your hips, holding you still as his mouth trails lower, his tongue flicking over sensitive skin you let out a breathy gasp when his mouth catches on that spot right beside your hip bone, sucking until your back arches. “do you miss the mustache now?” he taunts, voice muffled against your skin “or you remember how this mouth makes you feel good no matter what?”

your fingers thread through his hair, gripping tight and he groans low at the feel of it, dragging his mouth to the inside of your thigh. “I remember how you whine for me. how you twist like this…” he noses against the wet warmth of your panties, dragging his breath over it slow. “you gonna admit it yet?”

Elliott’s lips are warm on the inside of your thigh, his stubble rasps faintly across the inside of your thigh as he shifts lower, nuzzling into it, and your breath catches hard fingers twitching where they fist the sheets. each kiss is slower and sweeter than the last, until he finally slides his thumbs beneath the waistband of your panties and pulls them gently to the side revealing you, wet. just from his mouth alone

“Goddamn” he mutters, voice low and ragged more to himself than to you “look at that… all this, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

then he presses in.

not with his mouth… but his cheek. his bare, clean shaven cheek rubs slow right up against your pussy. the friction is subtle, soft you whimper hands coming up to his head as your thighs instinctively try to close in around him, as he gently drags the flat of his face across your pussy like he’s worshiping it, proving something deep in himself.

“You feel that?” he breathes against you, voice hoarse his lips ghosting over your clit as he turns his face slowly rubbing against you again chin, cheek, jawline, each stroke slicking with your arousal. “no mustache… still made you this wet, didn’t I?”

your hips twitch, trying to grind into the warmth of his skin and he groans his hands are firm on your thighs keeping you spread wide, under his control.

“You’re fucking wet” he says smug, voice all fucked out and proud as he kisses your clit now, just a soft brush and watches the way your whole body shudders. “You’re so ready for me I could slide in right now and you’d take every inch without me even trying.”

you moan, helpless aching already from nothing but the heat of his face against you, and his name tumbles out in a breathless gasp “Elliott. god, please-“

“you gonna let me in?” he breathes, “Gonna let me fuck you slow and deep like always?”

you nod “please, fuck, please”

but he wants the words.

“Say it. tell me who makes you feel this good.”

“You” you gasp, nails digging into his arms. “You, Elliott.“

That’s all he needs. his hips shift forward, and he sinks into you with one slow thrust, thick cock stretching you wide, filling you perfectly. and he presses his forehead to yours as he bottoms out, breathing hard.

“Yeah… yeah, that’s it” he mumbles against your lips, staying buried deep, savoring the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. “You feel that? still fits like heaven. fucking perfect.”

he starts to move slow at first, dragging his cock out inch by inch before pushing back in with a sharp, wet sound

“You take it so good” he pants, voice breaking between thrusts. “Always take me like you’re made for me. look at you… look how you open up for me, all pretty, all soft.”

he rocks harder now, “You want it rough, baby?” he breathes, lips brushing your ear. “want me to fuck you so deep you forget your own name?”

you nod desperately and quickly.

he exhales deeply, grabbing your ass with both hands and fucking into you, driving you back against the mattress with every thrust, his voice pure filth against your throat. “That’s it, cry for me. Tell me how full you are.”

“So full” you whine out, “you feel so fucking good Elliott.“

he kisses you hard, pulling back for just a moment

“still miss my mustache?”

when it’s prickly so i don’t even wanna kiss him no more 💔💔

💋: @https-junebug @ddlydevotion @gallaghrh @anacquette

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𓊆ྀི 𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞𓊇ྀི

[melancholyromance]

another man with a horrid mustache my beloved

[willowpains]

I need more people to write for the warfare cast because it’s been a week since I’ve watched it and I go to bed thinking about these AMAZING ACTORS that don’t get enough praiseeeeeee, like I’m scrolling for crumbs and NOTHING, please I beg of you

[noxandlove]

hiro and cosmo hugging 😭 anna delirious with happiness 😭

[imgonnagetkilledbynutstink]

"is that what you were going for?" Was so shady for absolutely no reason

[y--a--m--z]

Cosmo Jarvis’ screams are embedded in my head

[pedro-reed]

Cosmo Jarvis | Shōgun 1x03 (2024)

[kassy-djomunson]

🧡🧡🧡🧡

[shenzhiheng]

Shōgun (2024) | Episode 4 | The Eightfold Fence

[foundtherightwords]

🪖"Warfare" thoughts🪖

I finally got around to watching "Warfare" (I couldn't catch it in the theater because it wasn't playing anywhere near me). A lot of people say that it has to be watched in a theater for the full experience, but luckily, I have access to a screening room, so I was able to recreate that theatrical experience. No comparison to a real theater, of course, but at least it's something.

Thoughts below the cut to avoid spoilers, as usual!

First, to address the elephant in the room: Is it war propaganda? To me, the answer is a resounding "No". In fact, I don't think it's particularly pro-war or anti-war. It's just a survival story that happens to be about war and soldiers.

People love throwing around that quote by Frankie Boyle ("Not only will America come to your country and kill all your people, but what's worse is that they'll come back 20 years later and make a movie about how killing your people made their soldiers feel sad") to claim that any movie depicting war from the POV of the US Army is, by definition, pro-war, but "Warfare" is not like that. Character development is non-existent here (this is not a criticism, just an observation). There are very few personal moments, if at all, mostly with Ray (D'Pharaoh Woon-A-Tai), Erik (Will Poulter), and Tommy (Kit Connor), and these moments are to show how the characters are grappling with the reality of their situation, not with guilt. In fact, the most guilt the characters show is at the very end, when they pull out of the house after almost destroying it. As the Iraqi family screams at them "Why?" over and over again, Erik only says, "I'm sorry." That's it. So it's safe to say "soldiers feeling sad" is not the focus of "Warfare" at all.

But it's not a gung-ho, jingoistic movie where the soldiers just mow down everything in their path to survival either, far from it. From the press surrounding the movie, it's clear that it is meant to be a recreation of what Ray Mendoza and his fellow SEALs went through, presented as accurately as possible. War in "Warfare" is not glorious or rewarding or exciting; it's just a lot of waiting around, followed by the most intense, traumatic things you've ever experienced.

And boy, was it intense. The first 30 minutes or so was kind of slow, but they did such a great job building up the anticipation and apprehension that when Elliot (Cosmo Jarvis) was scoping out the buildings across the street, I found myself breathing along with him, waiting for something to happen... and when it did, I still jumped.

Joe was very good in this, but when is he ever not? The performances that stuck with me though, were D'Pharaoh and Will's, because, as I said above, they were the ones that got some quiet moments to show their emotions a bit. I also love the little humanizing moments before the shit hits the fan, when the guys joked around and made fun of each other. Still, Joe was great - it would be easy to just rest on "agony" throughout the entire thing, but he managed to inject something unique and different into his performance each time the camera was on him, so it wasn't repetitive. Be warned: some of the injuries were very gnarly. Usually, I can take gore with no problem, yet here I had to look away a few times.

So yeah, "Warfare" doesn't tell you what to think but rather lets you draw your own conclusions about these characters, about what they did, what they went through, and about war in general. It was an immersive and intense experience. The last time I felt this tense watching a movie was during the sandstorm chase sequence in "Mad Max: Fury Road", but even that has an end where you can let out a sigh of relief. With "Warfare", the tension was relentless, and then, when the last ramp was up and the last tank pulled out, it was just... over. There was no moment for the characters to draw a breath and come to terms with what happened, and there was no moment for the audience either. Yet it stayed with you. It's the same with real war, I guess.

[dailyflicks]

ANNA SAWAI as TODA MARIKO SHŌGUN — 1x09: "Crimson Sky" (2024)

[onmyfandombullshitagain]

Watched warfare and hhoooly shit.

[melancholyromance]

everyone was amazing in this movie but especially him

[animusrox]

SHŌGUN Chapter Five: Broken to the Fist Chapter Ten: A Dream of a Dream

[ariadnethedragon]

Blackthorne x Mariko

SHŌGUN (2024)