#john's shirt is chef-kiss

[harrisonlogist]

i'm afraid they all slayed that day your honor

[disgustingtwitches]

MDNI

Working at a restaurant with 141! (Part 1)

Let's get this out of the way, the restaurant fucking sucks. Don't even know how it's still open. The food is terrible. The owner is an incompetent drunk who's never there. You got referred to the job from a friend of a friend. You did an interview with the head chef/manager, John. He hired you because you were hot.

"The fuckin ass on that one, huh?"

Just like any man that works in a restaurant, they're all horny fucks who love to tease you. You'd run back to the kitchen and ask to tweak an order. Price would wink and say:

"Next time it's gonna cost ya."

When it gets slow (which was all the time), you'd sit in the back and chat about how they met and what they did with their lives. They all get paid under the table for various reasons. Johnny takes smoke breaks with you, sometimes Price joins. Gaz pours shots for everyone after "busy" nights (busy meaning there was an hour where there were two tables to serve instead of one). Ghost... well he's strictly work. Sometimes he engages in banter with the guys, but he only acknowledges you when needed.

Your first month flies by, you basically get paid to sit around and talk with the most charming men on the planet, and Simon.

"He'll warm up eventually. Just gotta loosen 'em up, just like any tight ass."

Soap smirked as he leaned against a counter while everyone was wrapping up for the night.

"Don't you have dishes to put away?"

Ghost snapped while wiping down his station. At least he was nice to look at.

You and Gaz would roll up the forks and knives talking about bullshit, knees touching. Soap and you would light each others smokes by touching one lit end to the unlit one, all while still holding the cigarettes in your mouths (he called it a cigarette kiss). Price would constantly make food for you:

"Gotta plump you up 'fore it starts getting cold, yeah?"

He'd look you up and down while sliding you a basket of fries. And Simon? Cold as ever. Even when he started driving you to and from work because your car broke down. He drove like a madman, but it was totally silent. You made the mistake of reaching for the radio once, he gave a admonitory grunt and you snatched your hand away.

As time went on, you got comfortable with everyone and they got comfortable with you. It started with suggestive jokes.

"Simon's just straightforward, doesn't beat around the bush."

Price said one day while prepping vegetables with Ghost.

"What are you talking about? He beats around the bush all the time Price, you know that."

Soap walked by with a shit eating grin while he was carrying a bucket of dishes to the back. Uproar from the guys. Ghost storms off following Johnny, knife in hand. You want to stop him, but Gaz places a hand on your shoulder.

"Best not to do that, just let 'em settle that amongst themselves."

Johnny comes back disheveled, wearing a different shirt. Simon is stone faced as usual as he goes back to prep. It only got worse after that.

You'd watch as the boys messed with each other more; pats on the back, that turns to squeezes on the shoulders, that turned to slaps on the ass.

"They're just handsy," you think to yourself.

Eye contact that lingers for a second too long.

"They're just close friends," you think to yourself.

Compliments that boarder on harassment.

"They're just joking around," you think to yourself.

Then you entered the walk-in freezer, only to make direct eye contact with Johnny as he has Kyle's dick down his throat.

"Oh, uh-huh..." you think to yourself.

You didn't look at their faces for a week, they acted as if nothing happened. Then, the flirting only got worse.

"Behind!"

Price would yell while grinding up against Simon's ass when passing behind him.

"Yes, Chef."

He'd respond while he continued cooking, unfazed. They seemingly shared clothes: the younger guys preferred to don John and Simon's apparel all the time. You stopped going into the walk-in for a while, you figured you'd give Gaz and Soap some privacy (although they didn't seem to mind an audience). Christ, was everyone fucking everyone here?

You were taking a smoke break with Price when he leaned back on the railing and adjusted himself, it wasn't really adjusting himself as it was more him gripping his thick dick and looking directly into your eyes. You nearly choked as he smiled.

Ghost threw you a hoodie when he dropped you off one night. It started raining before you got home and you were complaining about just getting your hair done. You tried to give it back but he refused to take it.

"Keep it. I don't care about that one anyways."

He shrugged. You'd wear the oversized hoodie to bed, the smell was comforting. Smoky, dusty, boozy, like Javanese vetiver. It smelled like a grown man. Delicious. Accidentally wore it to work one day when you were in a rush getting ready. That started a trend for the rest of them to get you to wear their clothes. It less of a trend and more of a competition honestly. They'd "accidentally" spill drinks or food on you.

"No worries, I've got an extra shirt in my car!"

They'd have a wide, cheeky smile plastered on their faces while giving you their shirt. Of course, they wouldn't take them back either; so you had a growing collection of huge shirts that you'd wear around your apartment. Eventually, you had to go back to the walk-in. Thankfully, there were no exhibitionists present. You were reaching to grab some ketchup when the door opened. You and Johnny stared at each other for a long moment.

"Need help getting that, bonnie?"

Before you could respond he was reaching over you, pressing his chest on your back. He handed you the bottle while his dick grew hard on your ass. He was breathing hard in your ear, waiting for your reaction. You pushed back on him and that's all he needed, he gripped your hips and grinded into you. Even through your jeans you could feel his dick twitch when you moaned. It was a hot minute of panting while he pulled you back onto him desperately, like he was trying to fuck you right through the denim. The door handle clicked. You both froze, staring at the entryway.

"Johnny?"

Gaz's head popped in. Your face got hot while he stared back and forth at the two of you. One thing led to another, and your pants are around your ankles while Johnny is face first in your wet folds. Kyle is standing behind you, fucking your thighs and leaving sloppy kisses on your neck.

"Pretty doll, how long have ye bin waiting fur this, huh?"

Soap looked up at you with so much adoration, like he was servicing a goddess.

"Gonna cum Johnn-"

Gaz whimpered and bit your shoulder to muffle his groans as he came right between your thighs and cunt. Soap cleaned up the mess greedily, savouring the taste of both your juices. He didn't stop eating you out until you finished. Gaz held you up while your knees buckled when you came undone. Gentlemen they are, pulled up your pants for you and wiped the smeared lipgloss from your face. You stumbled out of the freezer, walking past the kitchen. Price's eyes crinkled as he saw you head out onto the floor.

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"You shouldn't do that in there. It's unsanitary. And a health code violation."

Simon looked straight ahead as he weaved between cars. You opened your mouth, but no words came to mind, so you just nodded. Your leg bounced nervously. He grabbed your thigh, stopping the movement. His hand stayed there until you were in front of your place. You stared at him, his brown eyes boring into you.

"G'night."

He pulled his hand away, placing both of them on the steering wheel. You walked into your apartment, dizzy with confusion. "What the fuck is going on?"

[gloomwitchwrites]

I absolutely love your writing!! Your writing and fics are just *chef's kiss*. Please write one where they tell us to "sit down." And Please!!!! Make us sit down!! I want to be sat.

Anon!! Oh my goodness! You're so freaking sweet!! Thank you for dropping into my ask box and leaving this little prompt. You want to be sat, anon? Do you? Because I do. If I was having a little argument with one of them, and they told me to sit down, my ass would be sat immediately. No question.

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Task Force 141 x Female Reader

Content & Warnings (per the warnings MDNI): swearing, suggestive themes, brief alcohol, arguing, butt grabbing, kissing, established relationship

Word Count: 400

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John Price

“You’re being a brat, love.”

“Then punish me,” you snap back, arms out at your sides.

“That’s exactly what you’re hoping for. Isn’t it?”

You sigh and cross your arms over your chest. John is right, but you don’t want to admit it. “You don’t order me around. That’s not how this works.

“That’s exactly how this works,” growls John. He strides forward and grabs your ass, squeezing hard.

You gasp, hands fisting the front of his shirt.

“Sit. Down,” he murmurs.

You promptly drop onto the sofa.

John’s hand goes to his belt buckle. “Show me that mouth, love.”

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“Can you stop for a second and just bloody listen to me?”

You throw the empty plastic cup at Kyle’s head. He easily knocks it to the side. “Real fucking mature.”

“Fuck you, Kyle.”

You try to walk past, but he grabs your arm. He pushes you up against the kitchen table, holding you so possessively it steals your breath.

“Fuck me? You’d love that wouldn’t you?”

You remain silent and he drops his hands away. “Sit down.”

You drop into the chair, surprised at how quickly you folded.

“Now, love,” he says, pressing into your space. “You’re gonna listen.”

Simon "Ghost" Riley

“I’ll leave if this is how you’re going to talk to me,” you snap angrily.

Simon strides forward so quickly you don’t have a second to process his movement until he grabs your face and smashes his lips against yours. It is a deep, possessive thing that unfurls heat low in your belly.

He draws back, gaze harsh and consuming. “Sit down,” growls Simon, pointing to the sofa behind you.

You hesitate a second before sitting.

Simon leans forward, resting his hands on the back of the sofa, boxing you in. “I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you.”

John "Soap" MacTavish

“You’re bloody pissed, love.”

Johnny grabs the shot glass out of your hand before it reaches your lips.

You whirl on him. “You’re not my boyfriend, Johnny. You don’t tell me what to do.”

Johnny stares you down, and then downs the shot, not grimacing. He places the glass back on the bar top.

“No. I’m not your boyfriend.” He leans in. Lowers his voice. “But I’m the man you get on your knees for and please.”

Your face grows red. “How dare—”

“Sit down,” he commands.

You immediately drop onto the bar stool.

“I’m sat,” you murmur softly.

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[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Hal congrats on the 5k you absolutely deserve it.

I have a request for the 5k event so here it is

The reader is John's wife who's 9 months pregnant and basically about to burst. Reader goes into Labour while John is out on the field.

Again congratulations on 5k you absolutely deserve every single follower since your Storys are just chefs kiss. I'm very glad i found your blog when i did!

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╰┈➤ ❝ [He nearly misses one of the most important moments of your lives together.] ❞

You had told him you would be fine, and, of course, John knew he could take your word—even if over these nine months he’d been more worried than he had been in his entire life. It would have been difficult for you to say how you were truly feeling about being home alone two days past your due date with no one but the birds outside to give you company. 

He had been up at arms about being with you through this, and the man’s stubbornness about that fact had made your face go soft with love. John was the most loyal man you’d ever met; add in a child on the way and he became no better than a hound baying at the scent of a fox. But this had apparently been so important that he’d asked you about the idea of being away for a day—a single day, the man had emphasized, even if the others had to stay wherever they were going for longer. He’d take the red-eye back the second after the time was up, a whole military Heli and all.

One day was far better than one week—far better than one month. So, you’d agreed albeit a bit reluctantly as the man reassured you he’d be back safe and whole. He’d be back for the birth. 

Yeah, that was a load of bullshit. 

You lay in the hospital room, panting and trying to keep your eyes open as the contractions hit once more; a whimper hidden as you bend your neck forward to let your chin hit your chest. 

“Shit,” you breathe, the nurse moving out of the room quickly to grab more water and the doctor for you. 

This had been going on for a good four hours—levels of shaking pain that lasted upwards of a minute and had been increasing in frequency more so in the last sixty minutes. They’d finally had you lay back on the bed only a little bit ago, and you knew at that point that John would be unable to make it for the birth of your first child.

The thought terrified you. 

You place a hand on your stomach and blink down at it, the raised half of the bed behind you and the chill of the room making you shiver. The buzz of the lights—the closed windows. Your heart is running not only from the thought of this, of all that could go wrong, but also because you now lacked the most steady rock you’d had in your entire life: John. He’d know what to tell you to make you calm down, to make your mind stop with all the panic. 

But he’s not here, and that alone makes you want to—

The door opens so quickly it nearly busts off of its hinges.

Your heart sputters, head jerking back as you wince from another contraction, this one far more painful and promising to stay for longer. Closer now. But your eyes blink on something more important. 

“I’m here, Love.” As if a phantom, John hurries through, a gaggle of wide-eyed nurses behind him before the door to your room is shut by firm hands. “Fuckin’ hell, Sweetheart, I’m ‘ere, it’s alright.”

He’s still in his gear—lacking weapons as those had probably been tossed away on Base—but vest and hat are present; the large boots with tucked pants and that compression shirt. You watch in shock as he speeds up to the side of your bed, taking your hand in his large one and squeezing. His other grabs the motion-less chair and drags it over with a grunt. 

“Now,” John says, shaking his head at you as you simply stare. “You squeeze my hand as hard as you well please then, yeah? Don’t care if you break a few fingers, Love, I’ve been through worse.” 

“How…” You mutter, tears welling in your eyes. “How did you…?”

He blinks those tiny blues at you, twitching his nose as his gaze darts down your body. 

“Had a feeling,” is all he says. 

You laugh through a sob and he presses his forehead into yours, hand on the base of your skull. 

“I’m here right now,” he utters. “Gonna have to have a few words with the little Muppet when they’re out about timing. Nearly made me bloody miss it.” 

“John Price,” you scolded lightly, laughing. 

He only hums and tries to hide his wide grin, eyes shimmering. 

By the time it’s all over, he holds the both of you to his vest-less top as he leans back beside your bare dewy skin, the small bundle kept to your chest with its gripping hands. John’s arm was around your shoulders, drawing you to him. You had fallen asleep not minutes prior, and the soldier kept watch as he always had when his girl was needing him. 

Well, girls now. 

He watches, not speaking, barely breathing, only pulling you closer to him as you sigh and shift. The baby, his and yours baby, gargles and kicks her little feet until he shifts a hand to assist your own in cupping her higher. His smile is uncontainable, just like the sudden glossiness to his eyes at such a tiny weight in his grip.

John watches, and he comes to a conclusion as he presses a deep kiss into your scalp, his thumb taken into the smallest grip that has ever held it. 

There was never a more beautiful sight than the one right in front of him. 

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Genius

Matthew de Clermont x Y/N - drabble - 607 WC

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Warnings: fluff, poetry, slightly steamy, Matthew being sexy, soft boi hours, this bitch worships the ground you walk on, L bomb

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“Abashed the Devil stood and felt how awful goodness is…” Matthew read from the chair in the corner of your bedroom.

“John Milton.” you responded, lying on the bed as you scrolled through your phone. 

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling…” he said, gazing at you.

“Oscar Wilde.” you said almost immediately. You never understood why he tried to win this little game with you; he never has before.

“Theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred.”

“Lord Alfred Tennyson, “The Charge of the Light Brigade”, written in 1854, based on the Battle of Balaclava.” you said with a smirk, sitting up on your elbows to see him fully.

“Love opened a mortal wound. In agony, I worked the blade to make it deeper. Please, I begged, let death come quick…” he said, closing his book to meet your gaze. 

“Wild, distracted, sick. I counted all the ways love hurt me. One life, I thought - a thousand deaths…” you cut him off.

“Blow after blow, my heart couldn’t survive this beating. Then - how can I explain it? I came to my senses. I said…” he said as he moved to the bed, crawling his way up your body till his nose nudged yours. You sucked in a breath.

“”Why do I suffer? What lover ever had so much pleasure?” you whispered against his lips.

His eyes searched your face for something unknown. He heard your heart speed up; it would never cease to amuse him that he still had this effect on you, after all this time. He placed a delicate peck on your lips.

Your lips followed his as he pulled away. You hooked your finger under his chin, pulling him back to your lips. You devoured his lips, craving his touch always.

Matthew kissed you fervently before pulling back momentarily. He looked down at you with expectant eyes.

You tried to capture his lips once more but he moved back when you leaned up. “What?” you said, a slight bit of worry in your voice.

“Who wrote it?” he asked.

“Seriously?” you said, annoyed he was depriving you of his sweet, sweet kiss. 

Matthew chuckled, nodding his head.

You sighed, “Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz, a Seventeenth Century Mexican nun.” you said quickly, pulling him back to you for a kiss.

He kissed you before pulling back slightly, pecking your lips randomly “I have never met a creature so incredibly intelligent, you are a wonder my darling.” Matthew whispered onto your lips.

You smiled up at him sweetly, your cheeks turning pink slightly. “I’m a daemon,” you shrugged before tugging him as close as possible, “Flattery gets you everywhere…” you mumbled, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. Matthew obliged your silent request, yanking his shirt off. He kissed down your neck, sucking hickies into you every once and a while. He pulled the shoulders of your dress down, exposing your chest to him. His lips ghosted over your skin making you shudder slightly. 

“Always so good for me…” he whispered, looking you up and down before pulling the rest of your dress, he hooked his hands into the supple flesh of your hips, pulling your underwear off with the dress. 

You whined at the cool air hitting your skin. Matthew kissed up your thigh, his fangs grazing your skin every once in a while. “I love you…” he mumbled before attaching his lips to your core. Your back arched - this was the beginning to a very long, absolutely sinful night. You felt yourself giving in to him anyways.

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Naboo's Note:

On a Discovery of Witches binge - this is the result. This mf is just so *chefs kiss* Anyways I hope everyone is doing good! :D

[k2ntoss]

so i was about to fall asleep but then i started thinking about constantine's sidekick!reader again and just imagining a little scenario where they and jason are having a little tiff or something after some kind of mission...like they're both running on adrenaline and maybe a little manic cuz one of them almost got really hurt or something, and then just at one point reader gets tired off the back and forth and just uses their magic to pull jason over by his collar and kisses him to shut him up? and jason just melts immediately?? mmmmmm god i seriously cant stop thinking about this man

-🦊 (thank you for indulging my brain rot every day, it makes me smile sm every time i see your thoughts and additions to my lil ideas😙)

YA GIRL IS FUCKING BAAAACK i do have news but lets leave them for another moment, now i'm here to be amazed by your ideas that feed the little beast inside my head, chef kiss, michelin star kinda shit

it's been years since you started by john's side, it all ending in you learning a few (almost all) of his traits, a mini me and an obnoxious sorceress is what most people would call you, but a caring person nonetheless and that's something you also got from your mentor. john constantine was a drunk silly man, a jerk but he took you in like his kid, he took care of you and protected the only stream of light that his life had.

all of that made easier for you to notice when someone cared for you, making jason's anger melt your heart right now even if you've been pestering him all the way round. the aftermath of this mission was a ton of adrenaline, a big nasty wound on your side and both of you covered in disgusting hellish goo.

some dumb criminal decided that summoning demons was a good idea to terrorize gotham, as if the city didn't had enough demons already. when jason and you attended that particular call you never thought you would end up hurt but how could you not after pestering a demon, all cocky and smug around it before it all ended up in a few more inferior demons attacking you but hey, you managed yourself.

"for once, learn to keep your smart mouth shut or you'll get yourself killed" jason starts, he's towering over you and his arms are crossed on his chest "you're always testing your goddamn luck and look where it got you"

"dick always runs his mouth when he's fighting, it's funny, jay" you smirk, the mention of his older brother makes him shake his head and sigh heavily "it's not that bad, mom" but a sudden pinch of pain makes you grunt when your hand brushes the wound.

"yeah, not that bad" jason is probably a bit more angry when you laugh softly "mind telling me why are you laughing?"

"it's nothing, mommy hen" you shrug before leaning into a wall under his gaze, you can see jason is worried but once again would it be you if you didn't teased the guy a little? "it's hard to think when we're both covered in sticky goo" and even if the comment is meant to tease him, jason looks at you unamused.

"it's not gonna work for you, let me see your side" he speaks while walking closer, jason takes his gloves off and tugs them into one of the pockets of his tactical cargo pants "you have no spell or shit to heal this so we'll do this my way"

"not gonna happen, mr. hood" and jason stops, taking off his helmet too to let you see his stern expression and it's enough to let you know you've gotten under his skin "you expect me to undress here? just like that? no foreplay?"

"i'm being serious, y/n" there it is, jason's voice turns lower and you know he is indeed worried.

a soft sigh escapes your lips, using the resting energy on your body to use your telekinesis and it's hard because jason is good on resisting magic but when it comes to you he almost always let's you get away with it. his body is pulled closer to yours, his body sliding all the way towards you and when he's right in front of you it's your hand the one that tugs him from the collar of his shirt before your lips collide with his in a chaste kiss.

there's a small smile on your lips because he melts into your touch, kissing you back with one of his hands on your waist and the other one cupping your face.

"is it always this easy to shut you up?"

[1whore1gang]

it's the little things🤍

This is part 5!!

Catch up on previous adventures HERE

Warnings: cussing, fluff, some sexual content but NOT smut

enjoy besties!! :)

This one feels so short compared to part 4 my bad but i have SO MUCH good plot coming SO PLEASE bear with me while i try to work through the inbetween chapters.

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Your alarm clock went off, waking you up. Quickly reacting, you turned it off as your eyes went to the playpen to make sure none of the littles had woken up.

Except, there were no babies in the playpen.

You sat up in a panic, searching the room for any evidence of where they could've gone when your heart skipped a beat. You saw John laying on his back, Gaz on his chest, Soap cuddling up to his right side, Ghost on the other side. Sighing in relief, you looked at the four sleepy boys. They were all sleeping silently as you blinked, almost like you were capturing the moment in your mind forever. You moved quietly as you stood, trying not to wake any of them.

Grabbing the sweater you kept by your bed, you wrapped it around yourself, the chill of the cold morning air on the compound leaving goosebumps on your skin. You took one last glance as you headed to the kitchen to begin making breakfast.

The sight you woke up to was burned in your memory. John was laying on his back, eyebrows scrunched as his slept. His chest heaving with breaths, the blankets low enough on the bed you snuck a peek at his happy trail that littered his abdomen. Your face flushed at the memory.

Gaz had been laying flat on his chest in a sprawled out starfish position while Soap was curled up in a ball on one of John's sides, Ghost clinging onto the other. You weren't sure on the story of how it came to be, but you knew you'd hear about it when John woke up and came to find you.

Working quietly, you began to bring pans out to cook waffles, it was one of John's favorites. He always slathered them in chocolate syrup and whipped cream like a little kid. It always made you giggle when his gruff voice would yell at Soap, who did most of the cooking, the throw him his chocolate.

You didn't cook much, let alone cook for the team. Soap was the chef here, and he always fed you all well. This was one of the four times you had came in the kitchen to cook. You were meticulously following directions, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

You weren't going to mess this up, or at least that's what you told yourself.

You were an hour into this and kept burning the waffles, no matter what you did, they never turned out. Some would stick to the pan, and other would be moments away from setting off the smoke detector. You leaned over the counter, putting your head in your hands in defeat.

You heard the sound of the waffle maker being moved, and when you looked up, John was there smiling at you. "Why don't we just go to the new breakfast place across town?" He said gently.

"I'm sorry. I wanted to do something nice for you and here we are." You couldn't help but laugh a little at yourself.

"You wanna do something nice? You can buy breakfast." You gave him a slack jawed look and he quickly moved out of the kitchen.

"John!" You ran after him back to your shared room but when you opened the door, he wasn't there. "John-JOHN!!" You called out his name in question, until he grabbed you from behind, picking you up and throwing you gently onto his bed.

You landed on your back, John hovering over you. "You're so beautiful, you know that right?" He kissed you gently before staring into your eyes.

"I love you." You said, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for another kiss. His lips were intoxicating, and you would kiss them all day if you could. "Put go put a shirt on so we can go eat." He moved off of you as you sat up. "Wait, are we bringing the boys?"

John stood for a moment to think, throwing a shirt on and discarding his pants. It was that moment you realized he doesn't wear underwear to bed. You quickly averted your eyes as you heard him chuckle. "Protecting my modesty, huh?"

"I don't need to see your junk or your ass." You laughed back.

"As for the boys, it's up to you. We do run a risk of being seen by someone we know. It'd be easier to explain us being out if we were alone." You looked at the three boys, all still asleep.

"Would we be bad people if we asked Laswell to watch them so we could have some alone time?"

You waited for an answer, but instead were met with, "She'll be here in 15 minutes." You snapped your head over to look at him, onlt to see he still hadn't put pants on.

"John!"

He laughed, "You can look, I'm proud of my physique."

You shook your head. "Whatever, I have nothing to be ashamed of." He chuckled back to you.

"I'm going to change in the bathroom." You said, grabbing some clothes you haphazardly grabbed from your room when you began staying in his.

You heard him hum in response as you began to change, closing the door. While you were doing your hair, you heard a knock at the door. "Can I come in?"

"Mhm." You hummed. John opened the door, sucking in a breath at the sight of you. "You need something?" You asked, looking at him in the mirror. He smiled at you, his voice coming out in a growl.

“You look delicious.” You’d have to be stupid to not see the way John looked at you sometimes, the way he’d make sly comments or small glances.

You knew he wanted you in his bed, he wanted to have you squirming underneath him, giving you what you craved from him. He wanted to rip those jeans you had on and absolutely go to town on any piece of skin you’d reveal to him.

But he knew you weren’t ready, and so he had to control himself. “Easy boy.” You teased, placing a hand on his chest. “I’m almost ready.”

You placed one last pin into your hair before turning to him, holding your arms out in a display of your finished look. He licked his lips as he grabbed your wrist to pull you closer to him. “Gorgeous, love.”

He brought you to his chest as he hugged you, kissing the top of your head.

Driving to breakfast, he had a hand on your thigh, the music playing softly on the car radio. You both were glad to be able to have some one on one time without one of the boys prying your attention away from one another.

Gaz was always whining for John to pick him up while anytime John made any sort of move on you, you’d hear Soap scream out of nowhere, his little eyebrows furrowed. John thought they were little cock blockers.

Ghost didn’t do much, he’d just hand John his letter blocks.

One night, you were catching up on some paperwork in your office and John took the boys and joined you. You watched him interact with them, playing with them to keep them occupied while you were supposed to be focusing on your reports.

You heard John laugh, a confused look on his face. “Is this the letter L?” You saw him speaking to Simon, and your mind lit up, remembering you hadn’t told him about your encounter with Simon and his blocks.

“John, wait-“ You rose from your desk.

“Good job-“ You heard a thud as Simon threw a block at John’s chest. Before he could scold Simon, you swooped him up.

“Are you trying to say something?” You coo to Simon, John giving you narrowed eyes and raised eyebrows. “Trust me.”

You set Simon back down as he grunted, grabbing at his blocks. He hands John the letter L again, grunting. “What’s this supposed to mean honey?” You said.

“He communicates?” John said after you began explaining the events of the other night where Simon had let you know he was somewhat aware.

You watched carefully as Simon searched for a specific letter, the handing the specific block to John. “It’s your initial?” John said.

“My initial and an L. Are you trying to say I’m a Lieutenant?” You asked, when Simon didn’t grunt, you searched your brain for answers. “Are you telling me you love me?”

Simon remained silent before aggressively setting down a ‘J’ in front of John. “J, L, and Y/I.” You muttered.

“We’re trying to figure it out honey.” You said. He grabbed at John’s toes, then grunted as he reached to grab yours too. “Us? It is us?”

“Are you asking me if I love her?” John said slowly. You watch as Simon plopped back down on his bottom and grunted.

You felt your breath catch as John spoke. “I do. I love her very much Simon, I plan to take good care of her for you. She’s safe with me.” Simon’s little mouth curved into a small smile before he snatched the blocks away and returned to playing.

“We need to find out what’s wrong with them, how do turn them back. I miss them.” You said, teary from the interaction with Simon.

“I do too. We’ll figure it out darling.” John placed a kiss on your forehead.

Since that night, you’d both been trying to get anything out of Simon, but he wasn’t as aware as you had originally thought.

As you and John pulled up to the restaurant, you couldn’t help but feel a bit saddened. Breakfast with the team was one of your favorite things.

Soap always ordered biscuits and gravy, Gaz was a pancake guy and Simon went with an omelet. You sighed as John grabbed your hand to walk to your table. “What’s on your mind doll?”

“I miss them. I want them back.” You said, opening your menu.

“I know, I do too. It’s getting tough to keep this hidden. Rumor has it a mission is coming up, we’ll have to find someone to watch them that isn’t Laswell.” You thought on John’s words, watching the look on his face.

“You already got the orders didn’t you?” You knew that tone of voice. “That’s why we’re out to breakfast isn’t it?”

He sighed in defeat. “Yeah. I’m off to Bahrain for 3 weeks. You’re there for two months.” Your eyes widened.

“Why am I there longer? Why aren’t we there for the same time?”

“Well, there’s some good news. You leave before me, I come out there in the middle of your deployment, then I’m off. You’ll get to come home to me.” His words were heavy in your mind.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Because I’m there to ‘supervise’ per say.” He did air quotes with his fingers. “They want me to be there to do some check ins and make sure everything is going according to plan as well as training. You’re there to lead the assignment.” He reached across the table to hold your hand. “We both knew this would happen. We couldn’t push them off forever. We knew there’s come a day that Laswell couldn’t watch the boys.”

You nodded. You did know that. Deep down, you knew that a day would come where you couldn’t push back assignments and missions anymore. “Who’s gonna watch them then?”

“I can hire someone, that way they aren’t associated with us or the military and there will be no way of any rumors getting out.” The waitress came by, asking if you were ready to order.

“I’ll take the french toast.” You said after John had ordered a continental. The waitress smiled as she walked away. “I guess that could work. I’m just nervous about all this. How do we trust whoever it is?”

“I’ll put them through our security system. Background check. It’s simple really.” John said. It made you laugh a little.

“When do I leave?” You said quite bluntly.

John squeezed your hand. “Next week.”

That day came quicker than you had liked. You were squeezing the boys, emotional to go on a mission without them. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do without my backup.” You said as you set down Soap. They were all sniffly and on the verge of crying. Well, Soap and Gaz were. Simon was stoic as always, handing you a block with a smiley face on it.

You faced John, teary eyed. “I’ll see you in 2 weeks. Don’t even fret, I’ll be there before you know it. I love you.” He walked you to the tarmac where you boarded the flight with your team. “Be safe.”

He kissed you, and he kissed you HARD. You wrapped your hands around his neck. “Hurry and get there quick.” You said before turning around and getting into your seat. You saw John wave one last time as the ramp closed.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes to stop the tears. “You okay L.T.?” You heard a small voice next to you.

It was one of your new Privates. “I’m good Diaz. Just hard to leave my teammates behind. This is my first mission without them.”

“I will admit, it’s odd seeing you without the four guys. Us rookies joke that they’re your guard dogs.” She let out a small laugh, which resulted in a smile of your own.

“I guess they are, huh?” You thanked Diaz, and she just nudged you in return. “Try to get some sleep, it’s a long flight and we start as soon as we land.”

“Who’s the newbie?” You tried not to turn your head as you heard someone talking about you.

“She’s a transfer. She ain’t no newbie Gaz. That’s Sergeant L/N. She’s from the states.” You heard another man speak up. You felt a bit panicked, unknowing if they were going to begin to speak poorly about you.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked up to see a man with a mohawk. “Don’t let those bastards get to ye. They’re all bark no bite. I’m Johnny, but people call me Soap.” He reached his hand out, and you shook it. “I hear you’re a pretty big deal.” He spoke clearly, but his scottish accent smushed some of his words together.

“They transferred me here to train. I’m not here for long.” It was like you were reciting from a script. Soap cocked an eyebrow. “I’m from New York, joined the Marines at 18, trained as a combat medic. They wanted to send me on an assignment to train to be front lines.” Soap blinked emptily at you.

“Let me guess…that’s what they rehearsed you to say?”

“Uh- yeah.” You laughed a little.

Soap put his arm around your shoulders, shaking you a bit. “Learn to loosen up Sarge. No one is gonna want to hear that rehearsed crap. Just be yourself. Consider me your guide to the 141.”

Your eyes snapped open as Captain Snyder began yelling. He was from another unit, similar to the 141. He would be leading this mission from the sky. You were here to lead from the ground.

Immediately upon landing, you all ran out into the base, the team going into formation as you stood in front of them with Snyder. He nodded to let you know you could start speaking. “Alright. I appreciate all of you being here with us. This isn’t a long detail, but it’s an important one. We’re here to guard transport in and out of the embassy. Every single one of us needs to stay vigilant and if you suspect something, report it. Better safe than sorry. It’s going to be draining, long days and no sleep, but I believe in you guys and we are here if you need absolutely anything. At ease!”

You watched as they all relaxed. You looked to Snyder as he began briefing them on where they’d report to at the beginning of everyday and where they’d sleep when the time came. There was 2 teams. One led by you and one led by him. One would work the 12pm-12am and the other would work the 12am-12pm.

Unfortunately you were the night shift. The first few days were rough, your body getting used to the time zone and the off puting of your sleep schedule. Once you adjusted, you were fine.

Your team often came to you with reports of activity that turned out to be a misunderstanding, or saying they didn’t feel well. Most of these recruits were pretty tough, most of the complaints were earnest. A couple of your soldiers came down with fevers or stomach bugs, which you granted them time off to recover, running yourself ragged to keep up from the lack of hands.

When you’d return to your cot in the middle of the day, your body would ache, keeping you up more than you liked. You had lost some weight after the first couple of days from the poor food supply and the amount of running around you were doing.

What kept you going was counting down the days until John arrived with his unit.

9 days left.

9 days until you could get some reprieve.

[fortunatelyuniquepeach]

Kiss the chef𓆩♡𓆪

Pairing: john price x gn!reader

cw/tags: fluff, reader loves coffee.

a/n: I might've babygirlified price a little in this and i'm not sorry. enjoyyy🫶🏼.

it was seven in the morning on a day off at base, everything was quiet and peaceful while everyone enjoyed a little more sleep than they would on a normal day of working.

There was no reason for things not to be quiet except for a little one, it was price's birthday. he and his team are a little too close to not annoy them on his special day. He decides to make the biggest and loudest breakfast ever and no one can stop him.

You were the first to wake up, already knowing it cap's birthday and before you went back to sleep, just for 5 minutes, you remember how embarrassed you get giving john's his gift in front of the rest, so you force yourself to get up and give captain his present before soap can pick on you for loving price a little more than the rest of the team.

walking into the kitchen on your tip toes, to surprise john but you find yourself the one surprised because price suddenly turns and he finds you in front of him. "(y/n) !, good morning. grab yourself a coffee I'm making breakfast", he says with a big smile pointing at the coffee machine he got for you last year after he finally believe it isn't so terrible for your health to drink it every morning.

"good morning, cap. You really shouldn't be the one cooking today. It's your birthday after all." you say as you make yourself coffee. You don't know why you suddenly find yourself shy to say happy birthday to cap, and you think this is a smart way to do it.

Price chuckles at your shyness, understanding you a little too much. "thank you for the happy birthday wish, sweetheart. And I don’t mind the cooking, it's not like any of you know how to cook to save your life", he hesitates to say, remembering that one time simon cooked for him when he was injured after he made him swear on his life he's not telling anyone.

You laugh in response before getting quiet again and remembering why you are here in the first place, you slowly pull the gift from underneath your shirt, thanking your luck that price didn't already see it. "Uhm so I know you always tell us to get you nothing, but I saw this and thought since you cook us breakfast every birthday of yours, it'd be funny if you wear this while you do it" you start talking nervously as cap turn around to see at you holding an apron up, showing what it says. "kiss the chef (it's his birthday)". the in parentheses part is obviously handwritten with a sharpie, you thought it's hilarious to write that.

john just smiles at you before he takes the apron from your hands and puts it on. "well?", your eyebrows furrow, a little confused about what's your cap is asking, and it suddenly clicks. You giggle softly and your shyness fades away as you hold john's face to kiss his cheeks, as you do so price wraps his arms around you and pats your back, also giggling.

"Happy birthday, chef."

[johnslittlespoon]

hi sorry i can't stop thinking about your leaving!bikeriders au aaaaaa

big tough intimidating gale and his sweet little puppy boyfriend is just *chefs kiss*

but also just the potential for the future of these two is driving me crazy

john's always been a little smaller than gale, or just the fact that he's so pretty thin and lanky makes him seem smaller in comparison

but the years go by and suddenly he's got a couple inches on gale and he's beefy as all hell

gales loves it

gale gushing to his biker buddies about his baby bucky and then this brick wall of a man walks up and theyre all like holy shit

and bucky never loses his puppy tendancies, he just kinda becomes like a big dog that doesn't know his size, draping himself all over gale and almost crushing him in the process

and also gale with a little white in his beard im going insane

au post | STOP IT THIS MADE ME SO <33 i loooove this (also it won't let me add a 'read more' without messing up the images so forgive this wall of text lol)

just the thought of them growing so close and their lives intertwining over the years, sorting through their issues, getting over every hurdle and going through so much together. gale in a suit bringing flowers to john's college graduation, john getting a part time job despite gale's protests because he wants to help out but also so they can take a celebratory vacation together when he finishes his exams :((

they meet when john looks like this sweet little thing in his second year of college, early 20s, shy and still growing into gangly limbs:

and then suddenly a couple years have passed and he's graduating and he looks like this twunky frat boy (gale realizes somewhere in the first few months of living together that john's vision is absolute dogshit and john's just been writing it off as a lack of focus lmfao so he forces him to an eye doctor):

and part of gale feels a little bit sad when john doesn't have to tilt his chin up to kiss him properly anymore because yk it's like watching a puppy grow up lol but mostly he's just. insane. about his boy. he's in love with his brain, and getting to see him grow confidence and become at peace with himself over the years only makes him more infatuated (and he'll be damned if he doesn't go a little crazy at the feeling of muscular thighs beneath his hands when he's got john pinned down) <3

gale's friends going a good chunk of time without seeing john during his last year of college because john's so busy juggling part time and cramming for his final exams, and when he finally does show up at the pub or biker club or whatever just before summer, there's jokes about "what the hell have you been feeding him, buck?" because that is not the lanky awkward pretty boy that had been hanging off of gale's arm the summer before. although john's absolutely still the same personality–wise, still crawling into gale's lap whenever he can, making gale carry him to bed, loving to sit on the floor by the couch between gale's legs so gale has to lean down to kiss him. :')

maybe john gets an internship after graduating and ends up working part time at the mechanic shop instead of his old part time since gale can give him whatever hours he needs to balance the internship and income (i'm pretty sure that's what i'll have gale's job be, running a car and bike shop, because yk it just checks out). john does a lot of heavy lifting and physical activity working there and bulks tf up and it makes him feel so much more confident in himself and gale would lose his mind at the way john's work shirts stretch across his broad shoulders hsdgdskhj !?!

and oh my god yes salt and pepper beard gale. john would go fucking feral over him, catching himself staring all the time, as if he doesn't already do that enough. they both become more and more attracted to each other as time goes on, like they keep waiting for the 'honeymoon' phase to end but it just doesn't, even through whatever conflicts and fights they go through, even once they fall into routine and domesticity– they're just as crazy about each other sigh.

thx. these two are gonna live rent free in my head forever. i love them so much and i haven't even written them yet fml. ALSO THANK U FOR UR OTHER ASK WITH ALL THE BIKER INFO!!! i will absolutely msg u if i have questions ur a life saverrrr omg. i screenshot and saved that ask to my drafting doc bc god knows i'm gonna need it SJKDJG ur awesome <33

[jahsontodd]

✨rating pedro pascal characters based on nothing but costuming (non-exhaustive)✨

considerations:

*real housewives voice* thats my OPINION!!! also subject to change upon reflection, just going off my current feelings. 

not really discussing whether the costuming is good or bad for character, context, or source material but just how much I like them if that makes sense. 

some of these costume designers knocked it out of the park but would I be a little grumpy if I went on a date and they showed up in a walmart denim button up and ripped their $300+ jacket to shreds? Yes. Was that costume absolutely perfect for Joel? Yes again.

Mostly discussing costuming in context modern/21st century settings. The Mandalorian+GOT+ etc. in part two?

Minimal discussion on hair+cosmetics, only really when it applies to the whole look

Javier Gutierrez: The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent

Rating: 10/10

Crew:

Paco Delgado: Costume Designer see also: John Wick: Chapter 4, Death on the Nile, Jungle Cruise, Cats (2019), Split, Les Misérables 2012 (and many more he’s booked and busy)

full cast and crew

Comments: 

They did not have to go so crazy on these outfits!!! 

Why does one of my favorite looks apparently not even appear in the movie!?

every look is so *chefs kiss*

I feel like mustard yellow is such a good color on him. 

Like call up those people on tik tok who make nonsensical categories like “strong winter” “ambivalent fall” and find out why mustard yellow always works.

The palette is a cute mix of like warm bricky colors like red, brown, mustard yellow mixed with baby blue and eggshell white. its actually perfect. 

What really makes him stand out is the fact he accessorizes. 

Lots of men don't accessorize because they don’t think its important - they couldn’t be more wrong. 

It’s one of the many injustices of the world that a man’s outfit looks 10x better by adding one necklace or in this case- pinky ring.

Do I like the sunglasses? No. But I like that they are there. 

Obligatory hair mention: The hair looks great. With longer hair becomes more responsibility, ie sometimes the part is a little too deep making the front pieces have a combover look. This is only when its messy though so that may have been the point?

If I included every outfit I liked it would just be a slideshow of the whole movie so I picked my favorites 

Javier Peña: Narcos

Rating: 10/10

Crew:

Bina Daigler: Costume Designer (season 1) see also: Dumplin’, Tár, Mulan (2020), 1899

María Estela Fernánde: Costume Designer (season 2-3) see also: Narcos: Mexico, Queen of the South, Hell (El Infierno)

Mayra de Abreu: Wardrobe Supervisor (season 1) key costumer for (season 2-3) see also: Narcos: Mexico, The Head of Joaquín Murrieta (La Cabeza de Joaquín Murrieta)

full cast and crew

Comments: 

Can you tell I like 70s inspos?

Its unique but true to someone who grew up in RGV and now on his own

ie good luck getting him out of boots. you can’t do it

When he dresses up in s1+2, damn i love a tan suit! 

Its very formulaic, but not to the extent that it looks like he bought 7 colors of the exact same shirt. He’s pretty much always wearing a short sleeve button up and fitted jeans. which makes the times he isn’t stand out

ie the tan suit. what can i say i am an american who is up to date on politics i always defend a tan suit when i see one

also occasionally breaks out this like tan vest situation? 

I think it’s a good balance between like clearly not being inspired by like their “current day” but not so 70s that it would be odd. It’s kinda timeless. 

He tends to follow one of my outfits rules: max 3 colors

Rules are meant to be broken obvi 

But I do feel like as a general rule of thumb and since he doesn’t wear a ton of patterns, wearing more than three colors starts to make an outfit look random and not put together

For Javi, this usually means 

color 1: *shirt color* 

color 2: pants (pretty much just blue or black, he does throw in some brown pants) 

color 3: brown (pretty exclusively wears brown belts/shoes)

Short note on hair/grooming: I love how season 1 has some more length in the back and generally has a shaggy sort of look? By season 3 his hair is more cropped probably bc of his new role. 

Something about the extra length in the back makes him look young- not in the sense of like actual age but maybe looking more hopeful or green, even when dressed up 

Also every so often you can see when they mess up the stick on sideburns. It tickles me.

He’s a menace to society. And he knows it 

Pietro Alvarez: If Beale Street Could Talk

Rating:  8/10

Crew:

Caroline Eselin (Caroline Eselin-Schaefer): Costume Designer see also: Moonlight (2016), Father of the Bride, Troop Zero, The Underground Railroad

full cast and crew

Comments:

We don’t see much and what we see! Is so good

This deep deep red is very nice and I like that is a monochromatic look (I don’t think we see his pants in the movie but collecting pics for this I saw the pants are the same color) 

It also has my favorite type of collar- that extra pointy extra long collar. 

And he *drum rolls* accessorized! Its only a necklace but the choice to have it OVER the shirt, over an already perfectly monochrome outfit makes it pop

The things that bring it a little down for me is, well, there is only one scene to work with so it feels wrong to rank higher than projects with multiple outfits, and the grooming

The mustache didn’t have to be so thin. 

Hair wise I don’t understand why we always have to exaggerate the side burns to achieve the “deep sideburn” look. 

I feel like we could still make the hair look “of the time” by taking some of the weight from the sides and leaving it up top and working with his natural side burns (even if that means making them darker, just not necessarily longer)

Even though I get the hair of the time was very um... spherical

side note: everyone in this movie is dressed spectacularly. I am appreciating through the tears in my eyes

Jack Daniels: Kingsman: Golden Circle

Rating: 7/10

Crew:

Arianne Phillips: Costume Designer See Also: Don’t Worry Darling, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, Nocturnal Animals, Kingsman: The Secret Service

Full cast and crew

Comments:

Have I watched in full? Maybe a few years ago? I remember the first one quite clearly bc the water filling up the bedroom scene YIKES!

The snowsuit is so good. It’s functional, it’s sassy. It has one of my favorite western top details I don’t know the name of but the little patch details on the front of the shoulders. 

Who’s idea was it for the belt buckle to be a FLASK!!! thats gold

I love a color SCHEME!!! 

brown leather deserves love

The rain boots- a practical choice in the middle of like the least practical movie ever? Leave him in cowboy boots you cowards

Like oh the grounds might get muddy he needs rain boots. His belt buckle was a flask guys be real

Marcus Pike: The Mentalist

Rating: 5/10

Crew:

Amanda Friedland: Costumer Designer See also: 13 Reasons Why, House of 1000 Corpses, Terminator: the Sarah Connor Chronicles, Fight Club, Clueless,

Scott O’Leary: Costume Designer See Also: The Rookie, Lucifer, Supergirl, 21 Jumpstreet

full cast and crew

Comments:

Have I watched in full? No. I caught a few episodes it was when it was airing but I don’t think i could tell you a single plot line 

(there is a LOT of FBI Department of Pseudo Psychology shows ok)

I do remember in one of his early eps they use the murder house from Nightcrawlers.

*Abby Lee voice* you didn’t stick out to me

Very government employee of you to wear ill fitting suits

Not to be irrational but v-neck t shirts don’t rub me the right way. 

This is a completely personal ick that I don’t expect anyone else to agree with. 

I just ~~ just do a crew neck you know? 

Maybe WHY I don’t like it is because its very 2010-2014. 

Which, in Marcus’ defense, just makes v-neck t-shirts something of the time 

Does nothing crazy with his suits, but nothing that makes me cover my eyes either 

Joel Miller: The Last of Us

Rating: 6/10

Crew:

Cynthia Anne Summers: Costume Designer See also: Swan Song, The Babysitters Club, Snowpiercer, A Series of Unfortunate Events (2018), Apollo 18

Full cast and crew

Comments:

Joel we get it you are nOT like other girls 

It makes sense for who he is. 

And who he is is someone who is not thinking about how much cunt he is going to serve with his outfit that day. 

unFORTUNATELY.

His pants ARE suspiciously fitted. Not so utilitarian when it comes to pants are you Joel?

But! I love the big coat. Could live in the big coat. The big coat deserves an award

The best part of the big coat is the main defense against the simplicity of Joel’s outfits are “oh it’s the apocalypse” or “oh he’s not thinking about that” 

Really? bc this is a SHEARLING lined coat. Do you know how quickly those fluffy shearling/sherpa etc. liners start to look like shit? if its a real shearling lining (the one he uses is real) you need to avoid getting it wet and store in dry areas. 

I am not even talking about price here! Because I have already explained why I think its not that weird to have people wearing expensive clothes 20 years into the apocalypse. 

Its the utility of having a shearling lined coat when you don’t have a closet full of DampRids

No way he had it in Boston since they only travel with regular sized backpacks. He saw it, liked it, wanted it, got it. 

He got that coat for the cunt of it all, you can’t convince me otherwise. 

Thank you so much for coming on this ride with me it was a fun exercise to look at just the clothes and not my feelings toward the character/movie/show. 

Who should I do next time? I have plenty of more thoughts hehe

~Tags for amiges who wanted to see this post!~

@fuckyeahpedropascal​ @simpingcowboy​

[watchingspnagain]

Rewatching On the Head of a Pin

Welcome to “Shockingly Little Soft Shoe: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today, s4e16: On the Head of a Pin

“Castiel and Uriel want Dean to help them get info out of Alastair using the, um, very special skills he learned during his residency Downstairs. But the phrase “This hurts me more than it hurts you” has maybe never been more truthful, and Dean is clearly shook by the experience. Also, Alastair manages to escape the demon trap and Smarty Cas figures out it was Uriel who let him. All is fraught in the world of angels and boys.”

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

 [and we begin:]

Lor:

my god look at him

Mace:

so young

Lor:

all stern and hair and coat flapping and striding

Lor:

YES

Mace:

YES

Lor:

the burnt wing thing is SO COOL

Mace:

it really is

Lor:

oooo Sam is driving

Mace:

yeah that’s weird

Lor:

yeah

Lor:

"I'm tired of burying friends, Sam" oh hon

Mace:

“get angry"

Lor:

"we just got back from needed"

Mace:

he’s so done

Mace:

“good times"

Lor:

he really is

Lor:

and the look on Cas's face

Mace:

he’s so cute when he’s pissed

Lor:

omg Uriel giving Cas the "don't coddle them" look

Mace:

and Cas pursing his lips

Lor:

yep he's not about it

Lor:

he wants to coddle the short one so bad

Mace:

snork I love that he’s the short one at, what, over 6 ft?

Lor:

YES

Lor:

ooooof this whole storyline the asking Dean to torture the demon who taught him to torture I just

Mace:

oh Sammy is pissed too

Lor:

YES

Mace:

yeah it’s a great story line

Lor:

"this is too much to ask, I know, but we have to ask it"

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

the dynamic between them is just chef's kiss

Mace:

yeah, give them some privacy pls

Lor:

BACK OFF URIEL

Lor:

uriel's the funniest angel in the garrison lolololololol

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

"i've been told we need it" I love how he puts it that it's not HIM that wants it

Lor:

"I would give anything not to have you do this"

Mace:

ooof

Lor:

and Dean's watery eyes

Mace:

yep

Mace:

this dude is so gross

Lor:

right?

Lor:

he's so good at the part

Mace:

too good. it’s gross

Lor:

Sam looks very nice in that shirt

Mace:

he really really does

Mace:

oh Sammy, I adore you, you know that, but you don’t have it in you. Dean… does.

Lor:

John only lasted that long because his heart was already a stone

Lor:

yeah

Lor:

that's kind of the problem, Sammy

Lor:

THAT'S why he's not right since he came back

Mace:

“Daddy’s little girl”

Mace:

I LOVE IT

Lor:

YES

Mace:

he needs a cutoff T with that on it

Lor:

YES HE DOES

Mace:

and Cas needs one that just says Daddy

Lor:

OMG YESYESYES

Mace:

this super shouldn’t be so hot

Lor:

eh

Mace:

yes, Dean LET’S GET STARTED

Lor:

oooof Cas's FACE

Lor:

HOW do people think these two don't love each other

Mace:

they’re dummies

Lor:

spells are in Latin but ending spells is in English?

Mace:

pls don’t get me started

Lor:

I mean

Lor:

I would not be above getting you started

Mace:

i know this, Lor

Mace:

oh Sam

Lor:

weak. he should be drinking it straight from her neck

Mace:

you sweet tall dipshit

Lor:

come on, boy, if yer gonna do it, do it

Lor:

LOLOLOL

Lor:

YES

Lor:

no no Alistair. there may be no going back, but Cas is building him into something so much better

Mace:

besides, he’s more interesting with the torture competence and the being tortured by the torture competence

Mace:

exponentially hotter

Lor:

DEFINITELY

Mace:

“went to receive revelation” = “having a poop"

Lor:

OMG that look on his face when he holds his jaw SO HOT

Lor:

HAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

YES

Lor:

oh Cas. lean into your doubt, baby

Mace:

oh honey, Chuck is a dick

Lor:

right?

Mace:

oh, we’re calling it doubt now? See, I thought it was Gay Feelings for Dean Dean

Lor:

I do love that the emphasis here is on what the torture does to the torturer. like it's obvious that you shouldn't torture people because of what it does to the victim of the torture. putting the emphasis on how it harms the person doing it is so much more interesting

Lor:

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

I think it's both

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

(I feel like there's an understood but maybe needs to be said "in fiction" here)

Mace:

(nah)

Lor:

(oh good)

Lor:

oh Dean

Lor:

is the hardest part of this for him learning that he was responsible for breaking the first seal or that he was a righteous man?

Lor:

OMG the quivering lip. the twitch in the jaw. HOW does Jensen DO that?

Mace:

How much of it, I wonder, is Moral Law that the torturer is damaged and how much is actually that the damage is self-inflicted, in the sense that Dean thinks he shouldn’t like it, Mr. Black and White no Grey (at this point in the show, at least)

Lor:

ooooo interesting

Mace:

oh look, he’s actually showing damage here - maybe because he believes he deserves this?

Mace:

oooh and look, Cas has no qualms about twisting that knife

Mace:

that in itself is pretty darn hot

Lor:

I am FASCINATED by this question. has Alaistair hurt him in a way that we can see or is he ABLE to because Dean thinks he deserves it?

Lor:

YES

Mace:

I mean, I think that’s the best/most interesting interpretation of the whole idea of Hell: it only exists for those who believe they deserve it

Lor:

and what, exactly, is the differentce between using Dean's torture knowledge he learned from a demon and Sam doing it because he's jumped up on demon blood?

Lor:

so it doesn't exist for turdburgers who think they're okay?

Lor:

hmmm

Mace:

Yes! Sam believes in his ‘cause’ and so isn’t at all tortured by what he’s doing. And as much as I love him, Dean’s anguish is better/more complex.

Lor:

like, I don't think it exists as a literal place, but I have always kind of thought of hell as the twisting up you do to yourself by not being a good human

Mace:

I don’t really think there’s anyone who’s actually that simpleminded

Lor:

the turdburgers bit?

Lor:

oh Cas

Mace:

so for you that version exists.

Mace:

yep

Mace:

aw, he had a good poop

Lor:

the way he loses his faith is so heartbreaking even though it is the thing that lets him become who he authentically is

Lor:

HAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Lor:

I mean one does often feel more clear minded after a nice movement

Mace:

exactly

Lor:

Cas looks so LITTLE and LOST

Lor:

take that boy and run away with him and find a nice place to live together, Cas

Mace:

lost faith tends to do that

Lor:

yeah

Mace:

yes, Cas, do that

Mace:

“I’m considering disobedience” THAT IS SO HOT

Lor:

YES IT IS

Mace:

he’s aiming to misbehave

Lor:

and the fact that it MEANS something to him makes it even HOTTER

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Mace:

now, fuck off, Anna

Lor:

"please tell me what to do" oh hon

Lor:

yep, think for yourself

Mace:

oh, I’ll tell you what to do, sugarwings

Lor:

yeah, Anna, get lost. and don't ever touch Dean or Cas again

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

Lor:

GOD LOOK AT HIM

Mace:

YES

Lor:

Uriel you lying piece of shit

Mace:

yep

Lor:

I mean. it probably was forever, Cas

Mace:

HA

Lor:

nah. it's the blade

Mace:

angel blades don’t kill angels. angels kill angels.

Lor:

LOL

Lor:

careful Uriel. that's Lucifer talk there

Lor:

also, have you met Cas? shittalking humanity is not the way to get him on your side

Mace:

HA

Mace:

Uriel would be so cool as Luci

Lor:

oh. Uriel knows he's Lucifering. I had forgotten that piece

Lor:

he WOULD

Lor:

I'm cool with Uriel exiting stage left but I wish they had either cast this actor as someone who stuck around or found a way to bring him back

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

(shockingly this is true of many of the Black actors on this show)

Mace:

(NOOOO. I’M SHOOK.)

Lor:

omg his little bloody face

Mace:

YES

Mace:

everyone’s getting torn up today

Lor:

YEP

Lor:

on SPN blood is either silly or HOT

Mace:

yep

Lor:

he goes to sit with him I cannot

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"you need to be more careful" "you need to learn to manage a damn devil's trap" MARRIED

Mace:

AND ANNA IS BANISHÈD

Mace:

YEP

Lor:

"it is not blame that falls on you, Dean. it's fate" OOOOOOOF

Mace:

now THAT’S an excellent debate

Mace:

Oedipal like, and all

Lor:

the one who starts it has to stop it. the CIRCLE of it all kicks feets in stupid symbolism glee

Lor:

YES

Mace:

“then you guys are screwed” oh HONEY

Lor:

"I can't do it, Cas. It's too big" and his VOICE

Lor:

THIS MAN SHOULD HAVE AN EMMY

Mace:

he really should

Lor:

"I guess I'm not the man either of our dads wanted me to be"

Mace:

“either of our dads” oh jesusfuckingchrist that’s good

Lor:

WELL THEY WERE BOTH ASSHOLES, DEAN

Lor:

RIGHT?

Lor:

ooooof that is AN EPISODE

Mace:

CRIPES

Lor:

I feel like you could do a whole semester-long course on THIS ep. the symbolism! the family dynamics! the weird-ass Christianity

Lor:

hello, this is interdisciplinary shit 101. our text is one (1) episode of Supernatural

Mace:

snork

Lor:

how not to do Latin

Lor:

Blood-born diseases and how they make you able to smish demons

Lor:

the possibilities are endless

[romilly-jay]

[What is] the right amount of the right kind of pummelling people [in movies]?

***spoilers***

Tonight we watched Unlocked (2017), a spy thriller starring Noomi Rapace, Orlando Bloom, Toni Collette doing a fantastic Emily Blunt cut glass accent and sporting Excellent Short Hair, John Malkovich just this side of utterly menacing, and Trust Me Michael Douglas.

I'll try to get this first point out of the way quickly and efficiently - presumably I've already blathered about this on these very blog pages only my ST memory isn't marvellous and I can't quite recall.

I've learned that Me Loving A Thing - or liking it or finding it tolerable - is a very poor indicator for how popular That Thing is likely to be.

[It's not a neat negative correlation, either - it's not that I can *always* look at things I've enjoyed and know that this means that popular media take is to Hate Them. It... depends...

For a not-really-on-topic case in point, I share what I understand to be the very wide consensus view that The Empire Strikes Back was the best of the original Star Wars trilogy - and I think Rian Johnson's marmite-middle-movie was the best of the most recent trilogy, which I appreciate is a far more controversial take, though I'm not alone in holding it. And yes, I'm on that end of the opinion range that would be more likely to enjoy it... Might be losing the thread here a little.]

Back to the action movie in question. Didn't love love it, but definitely liked it considerably more than the critical 26% consensus on Rotten Tomatoes and, yes, quite a bit more than the audience rating.

I'd have given it - ack - 60 ish? Yeah, 60 ish.

I mean - look at that CAST...

For why?

NR is super watchable and IMO super credible (movie credible, not actually-capable-of-surviving-all-this-stuff credible) as the lead.

[That low score - not connected to being asked to watch a woman anchor this movie? One who Doesn't Sleep With Orlando Bloom?]

Speaking of... I'm projecting of course, but I got the impression OB was enjoying his Cheeky Burglar Chappie With A Secret role. On which note, I have a great deal of respect for movies that acknowledge the short cuts the audience is using to assign characters as Goodies, Baddies, Hotties, Untrustables, Victims, etc. And then plays around with those expectations with a nice blend of To Type and Against Type casting. Looking at youse, OB and JM.

Also speaking of... OB's character certainly learned that most basic of movie lore lessons - Do. Not. Kill. The. Dog.

Sort of a side-bar but I vm enjoyed seeing certain scenes playing out in parts of East London I was familiar with - and I also got a certain kick from the moments when I then found myself thinking WHERE's THAT and then it turns out that part of the movie was shot in Prague.

There was a moment near the start when I found myself worrying that the setting was going to be too Gritty and the violence Too Real.

Thankfully, not the case. From the moment NR rumbles what's going on and goes about digging her way out again, we were dealing with Spy Cartoonish Violence - where the look is superficially "realistic" but the beats are closer to graphic novel than graphic.

Personally, for me, the more cartoonish the better - and if it's Artfully Unrealistic in an overtly choreographed way - THAT's the dream.

Saw The Transporter for the first time the other day - and the fight sequence in the bus station is pretty much at my perfect level. Enjoy.

The kind of nonsense they get up to with Jason Statham's top in this scene is truly *chef's kiss* fight fantasy IMO - and thank you, thank you, from the bottom of my pedantic lil heart to whoever decided he was going to go back for the shirt once he'd erm - wiped the floor - with the rest of the Baddies? (watch the scene...)

PS I'm in what is perhaps the less popular opinion group [AGAIN!] where the thing I like re the top is the clever use of it as a resource NOT the way using it requires JS to remove it. Fair play, the guy has clearly worked extremely hard for that bod. His muscles have muscles. But do I need to see 'em? For me, no, not really. Entirely happy to trust that he's doing all the gym-work you'd anticipate.

[everysupernaturalepisode]

Season 1 Episode 1: Pilot

How entertaining is this episode: it’s a typical “woman kills her kids” ghost, nothing special monster-wise but I think the ghost controlling the car and Sam crashing the car into the house is fun enough to get this episode a 6/10

How supernatural is it?: This episode has some key hallmarks of being peak supernatural but I feel like it is missing something because the show hasn’t gotten in it’s groove yet. No salt rings, knives, guns, or smell of sulfur. It’s 7/10 supernatural

Favorite Quotes: “Take your brother outside as fast as you can! Don’t look back! Now, Dean, Go!” -John Winchester

How can this not be my favorite quote? It is literally Dean’s character motivation for the rest of the show, this quote is peak supernatural

“Driver picks the music, Shotgun shuts his cakehole”- Dean Winchester

An absolute classic supernatural quote, I think I had a t shirt that said this in middle school

Overall thoughts: This episode really feels like a B-list horror movie, a vibe I think supernatural loses as the show goes on but I love it.

Rewatching this episode after seeing the whole show really makes me sad for Sam, he is so full of hope. He’s about to go to law school and dating an amazing girl, he thought he was out of hunting for good only to be pulled back in. Also the parallel of Dean being the one pulling Sam out of the burning house at the beginning and ending of the episode is *chefs kiss*

It’s the pilot episode so it’s not the greatest episode but it is very nostalgic and worth rewatching if you haven’t seen it in a while

[pinkelotjeart]

I find it very funny that getting into the magnus archives I already knew about some characters like Martin, micheal and so on. Based on what I knew I fully expected Jon to be my favourite. I mean he’s ace and has a grumpy stand offish attitude. I always love it when characters are emotionally closed off and I do love Jon for that reason but-

I was incredibly surprised to find that Tim (a characters I didn’t know much about) became my favourite almost instantly. Tim is legit such an amazing character, because he just- Fits the same ‘this is a character Pinky would like’ requirements, BUT BETER.

He’s the comic relief that slowly becomes more bitter towards the world around him as he’s unfairly put into life threatening situations. I love his sassy temperamental demeanor towards John. The struggle of his anger is just so chefs kiss. His fibes of wearing Hawaiian shirts and stuff also fits me really well.

Ugh I love Tim so much

[dsandrvk]

Monday, March 18 - Four days at sea

It always seems like sea days will be lazy and restful, but that never seems to happen, since sea days are packed with activities. On Friday, there were the sea trials for the boat building contest - a staple of cruises with multiple sea days. As usual, there were several very inventive entries, a couple of serviceable designs that carried the cargo well (a tin of caviar in this case), and one that wouldn't stay upright, let alone carry cargo. The one that won wasn't the most elegant, but it was the most stable and had a rubber-band propulsion system which impressed the judges.

We crossed the equator early Saturday morning (at about 2:30AM), so had an event on Saturday where those who haven't yet crossed the equator by sea (known as polywogs) are brought to trial, and have to endure a bit of hazing (kissing a fish, getting slimed with colorful goo, and jumping into the pool) to become "shellbacks" in a ceremony presided over by "King Neptune" and his court. Because the folks on this particular voyage are extremely well-traveled, there were only about twenty-five or so victims, so they all appeared before the judge to have their "crimes" listed, get sentenced to kissing the fish, etc. and the whole ceremony went quickly. All the staff seemed to enjoy dressing up, especially our bar services manager who really got into her dominatrix role. Russ and I first crossed the equator by sea in 2014, so could just watch the proceedings, although the pool did look inviting in the equatorial heat and sun. At least until all the slime (shaving cream, actually) wound up in the pool. It was drained and cleaned shortly after the ceremony.

Sunday brought a St. Patrick Day celebration, complete with green drinks. Every event we have had has had some special drink involved, although we could always have anything else. The bartenders seem to love making these fancy, colorful drinks, though.

We have also had lots of lectures, including one on the tracking of animal movements and data with sensors and small attached cameras. The newer methods are all pretty non-invasive to the animal, unlike this tracking vest on this Gentoo penguin. From the data gathered they have learned a lot about the feeding patterns of species such as the wandering albatross. One made an entire circuit of the southern ocean on one feeding foray. The cameras attached to penguins have found them catching and eating squid almost as large as themselves. And those attached to seals have measured the extreme depths that they can dive to. Quite remarkable.

Once the pool had been drained and cleaned, the kayak guides did a kayak rolling demonstration. Although they are primarily sea kayakers, Santi had acquired an older Dagger whitewater boat at some point, which they used for the demo. Rolling a sea kayak is another level of difficulty (I know, because I have tried), and wouldn't really have fit in this little pool. The picture is Santi trying his hand roll - successful on his second attempt.

There was also a "cook-off" between our Executive Chef, John, and our Cruise Director, Nick, which was mostly comedic, since it's questionable whether Nick's dish was even edible. To the ingredients they were given they could also add a mystery ingredient - John, who is a proud Scot, produced a can of Haggis, while Nick went for the quintessential English baked beans. John's dish was pronounced "delicious by the judges - those who chose to sit in the front row - while Nick's, which also was seasoned mostly with cayenne and pepper flakes, was deemed "interesting" and "different". The whole thing was a lot funnier than the comedy magician who has given several shows.

We did spend some time packing up, and realized we will probably need to find a DHL place in Seville to ship some things home. We brought a lot of warm stuff for Antarctica and now also have our parkas and little packs from the ship, as well as a few T-shirts, etc, we have picked up on our way. As a result, our carry-on size suitcases and daypacks are crammed full, and heavy. No need for long underwear, heavy socks and gloves and waterproof parkas for the next three weeks in Spain.

We also got our first look at the video for this leg of the trip at our closing party. Once again, Patrick has outdone himself and it really sums up our experience. This leg had everything from the cold of South Georgia to the heat of the equator, and a wide spectrum of animal life. We were lucky to see a couple of sperm whales yesterday - the bird life has been pretty sparse since we left Ascension, although there are plenty of flying fish. I will try to post a link to both of the videos from our trip soon. What is nice is that we can download them when we get home.

Tomorrow we dock in Praia, Cabo Verde and begin the next phase of our trip. It will be hard to leave this beautiful ship behind and fend for ourselves. We have enjoyed everything about this special experience - from the people on the ship to the places we have been, and all the special treats. One of the nice things is in addition to the two restaurants open every evening there is sushi up in the Club - made fresh as we watch. It makes for a nice dinner when we don't want a fancier, more involved meal, and it was always delicious. We just let the chef decide what he wanted to fix for us that night, and we were always delighted.

We have met so many interesting people, too. Because of the one-of-a-kind nature of this trip, our fellow passengers are mostly well-traveled and quite an international group. The expedition nature of the trip also attracts people who are more interested in the destinations and experiences than dressing up for dinner and expecting fancy entertainment. Also because it is an expedition ship, the Captain and Expedition Leader have a lot of discretion to alter itineraries and take advantage of opportunities, while a regular ship has a more rigid schedule to which to adhere. It has been a truly wonderful experience.

And now on to Spain...

[stratocumulusperlucidus]

1, 5, 20, 21 for the music asks!

1. what is your favourite song of all time?

The hardest question ever 😭😭😭 maybe Drunk in Love by Beyoncé, but specifically the version she sang live during the Renaissance World Tour, that riff is just *chef's kiss* so beautiful i tear up everytime i hear it. I would die for a good live version where you can't hear the audience attempt to sing (and butcher every note because honestly who else can sing that? Barely anyone).

5. is there a song that always makes you cry, no matter what? what is it?

Probably Still Breathing by Green Day

20. do you have any band t-shirts or other clothing items and what are they??

I have so manyyy haha last year only i bought concert t-shirts of Måneskin, Beyoncé and Green Day. I have a lot more, of Elton John, Indochine (a French band), Polysics (Japanese band), Peter Doherty, The Libertines, older Green Day and Beyoncé shirts (can you tell who my favorite artists are yet? 😂😂), and i'm probably forgetting some.

21. what is the best album of all time?

i've been listening to Beyoncé's album Renaissance non stop for the past two years so probably that one? It's so hard to pick only one though!!

Thank you for sending me these!!