#nicolethered

[perotovar]

Hey!

I hope you have a wonderful day!

omg 😭 this is so cute and sweet!! thank you so much, love 🥹

gif by @djo ♥

[something-tofightfor]

Ignore what your clock says

PS sorry I was late

lmao ok dave york's little :( made me ACTUALLY laugh out loud. But you aren't late! my birthday is actually today - January 7th - so you're right on time! (I just so happen to share a birthday with Mr. Nic Cage, so when Pedro posted that birthday shoutout to him in 2022, it was ALSO right on time, haha!)

I love this and love the thought you put into choosing the gifs. You're the best.

[lovesbiggerthanpride]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ✨

Thank you, Nicole 💙

[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Saved this from @nicolethered because this picture deserves its own post - can we talk about the GRAYS please 😩

[ozarkthedog]

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

summary: after an argument with Tommy, Joel notices you walking home and sees an opportunity to relieve his anger.

warnings: 18+ only. dark!joel miller x f!reader. dead dove. noncon. assault. threats. mention of stalking. breeding kink. no beta.

word count: 1.3k

author’s note: i’ve been in a dark! mood lately and this was the result. thanks to @ghotifishreads for being a supportive hoe. gifs by @nicolethered

☽ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ♁ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ♁ 𝐉𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ☾

The streets are quiet and it feels so right To be out of line like the shape of my veins For you, for you, for you - Mansionair

“What’d I tell ya about being out this late?” 

You skid on the snow covered payment. The bellowing tone shakes you to the bone making you shiver beneath your winter coat. You know that voice. The one that, at first, made you feel all warm and fuzzy, but now, you did your best to duck out of view whenever you heard his deep timbre while you were out around town. 

You swallow hard and raise a hand to shield your face from the falling snow. “Joel?”

The older man stalks toward you leaving something dark in his wake. Hot air puffs from his nose and mouth like a dragon into the cold night. His jaw is set in a hard line, anger seeping from his skin. “Want to tell me what you’re doing out here?”

You try not to cower as he pins you with an ominous glare. “I was helping stock the shelves at the market.” You meekly reply. “Besides it’s not that late and it’s safe.” You say, waving your hands around showcasing the barren streets.

You’d been living at the compound for the past year and finally felt like you could call this place home. You don’t know why he was so adamant about looking out for you. Ever since he came into your life, he was a thorn in your side. 

“That’s just it. No matter how safe you feel, you never really are.”

White hot pain brands your skin when he lands a rough smack to the apple of your cheek. You stumble back a step and clutch your jaw in shock. Tears prick your eyes as snowflakes melt on your raised, warm cheek.

“See? Look how easily I was able to hurt you.” His eyes flit down your body, growing darker by the second, much darker than you’d ever seen. “It’d be a real shame if something much worse happened.”

Your mouth drops open with a fearful shout but he cuts it off with a vile punch to your belly. Pain ignites in your gut pitching you forward with a sick gag as you clutch your stomach. Nausea crawls up your throat as you clutch your stomach with a fearful gasp.

Joel grabs the scruff of your jacket and roughly yanks you upright. He carelessly drags you into a dark alley making the tendons in your abdomen throb and scream as he man handles you into the shadowy abyss. Your boots slip and slide on the snowy surface not allowing you an ounce of traction. You couldn’t put up a fight, no matter how pitiful it’d be.  

He cages you against the frigid brick wall and smothers your cries with his palm. His leather glove smells of wood and smoke from a day in the barn as he kicks your feet apart. He grinds his half hard girth into your belly and a fresh wave of fear races up your spine.

“Just showing you all the awful things that could happen, Sweetheart. Always gotta be prepared.” He leans his chin on his glove with a smirk. “Be good to me. I don’t wanna have to mess up that pretty face.” A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest when you whimper under his palm. 

Tears spill over your lashes as he uses his free hand to unbuckle his jeans and tugs on his thick length. “If only you’d listened.” He mutters, shaking his head. “Then you’d be at home all curled up in that cute oversized band shirt you always wear.”

Your brain slowly registers his words. He’d been watching you.

He spins you around and slams your body against the hard bricks before a gloved hand wraps around your neck as a warning. Warmth fans your cheek as he husks against your skin. “If you make so much as a peep, I’ll cut your tongue out.”

Your bottom lip quivers and a small gasp escapes the tight confines of your throat.

Joel snickers at your pitiful face. “Good girl. Now stick that ass out.”

When you don’t move fast enough, a brash hand on the back of your neck yanks you from the wall and folds your body in half.  

“Hands where I can see ‘em.” He grits, waiting to move his hold on your neck until you place both hands on the wall in front of you.

With precision, he unbuttons your jeans and slides them down just far enough for him to stake his claim. You hiss when leather bound fingers prod your folds and deftly rub your mound. “Shit- you got a nice puffy pussy.” He comments while tapping the blunt head of his cock against your slit. “Gonna look so good spread open on my cock.”

He sheaths his entire length in your heat in one fluid motion. Pain erupts in your lower half forcing your head to drop between your shoulders. Your nails bend and break as they scrape down the brick while he ruts carelessly into you. He snarls like a beast savagely taking down prey. 

Your elbows bend from the force of each thrust sending you closer to the wall on every drive as his pelvis smacks into your ass. “Takin’ me so good. Shit-” Joel hisses. “Such’a tight cunt.” His hips saw back and forth, gliding his thickness along your swollen channel, hitting spots that make you cringe with pain and pleasure.

Joel adjusts his grip and in the blink of an eye, pulls you into a standing position with one arm locked around your clavicle. His cock feels even more massive. Your body burns and you can barely breathe while he’s inside you. 

It’s too much. He’s too much. 

Mustached lips brush the shell of your ear. “You’re gettin’ wet.” He states with a vile grunt. “Never pegged you for a pain slut but you feel like you’re gonna come.”

Metal floods your mouth as you bite your cheek to keep from screaming into the night. Unwanted pleasure creeps up your spine and you want to vomit as he keeps moving. He cants his hips and directly aims for the spot behind your clit pushing you towards the edge whether you want it or not.

“Love watchin’ you struggle. That dumb brain of yours thinkin’ it can escape this,” Joel sneers and snaps his hips even harder. “but you’re mine, girl. Gonna make sure you fuckin’ understand.”

Teeth gnaw into your skin, marking the sensitive column of your neck, and setting off the immense pressure that steadily builds in your gut. He slams a gloved hand over your lips as you orgasm, cutting off your cries while your cunt swirls around his length as you explode into a million pieces.  

The swell of his cock and his frantic pace registers in the back of your mind. You desperately scream into his gloved palm and struggle to get free despite his vice-lock grip around your frame. “Gonna be a good lil’ wife for me? A good mommy, yeah?”

Your screams are soft rumbles under the butter like leather as he takes his fill and shoves his cock as deep as it can go. His bulbous crown painfully grazes your cervix and nausea creeps up your throat once more. 

A ragged groan vibrates your jaw as he reaches his end and fills you to the brim. Hips slam against your ass one final time before staying glued to you making sure nothing drips out. “Gotta make sure it sticks.” 

Tears spill over his glove as he keeps your cries at bay. He nudges your cheek with his nose in a gross display of affection before slipping from your heat with a hiss. “Now, no funny business. You hear me?” He gives your jaw a rough squeeze before letting his hand fall. 

The freezing winter air burns your lungs and the seed that drips between your legs scalds you. You fall against the wall with a whimper once he lets you go. Wanting to disappear, you curl into the wall and pray for him to leave but he’s at your side, like a moth to the flame.  

You jolt as he tugs your jeans back into place. “S’only me.” He chuckles.  

Joel curls an arm around your neck before walking you out of the alley and in the direction of his house. “Let’s get you home.” He kisses the crown of your head with a sigh. “Safe and sound.”

[for-a-longlongtime]

Charlie Hunnam signed on as main producer for potential Triple Frontier 2 sequel!!!

(yes I'm fucking dying, OMGGGG)

Article link here and video of him talking about it here!! Via @nicolethered / HighRoyalRedness on the Pedro subreddit:

I mean

Obviously it isn't greenlit but he is actually already signed up as a main producer??? That just makes the whole possibility of TF2 ever even happening so much more likely than I ever expected it to be.

Happy Frankie Friday to all of us, y'all. Fuuuuck.

Oh, PLEASE let them be able to get Pedro and Oscar on board if this happens. (For some reason I now have the feeling that maybe they'll focus it more on the Miller bros) Please please please please....

(Discord is down so I'm tagging @legendary-pink-dot @sin-djarin @goodwithcheese @linzels-blog @rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @morallyinept @avastrasposts @laurfilijames @trulybetty @frenchiereading @i-own-loki @nerdieforpedro @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @gemmahale @sp00kymulderr @undercoverpena @musings-of-a-rose @maggiemayhemnj@secretelephanttattoo @ladybess-a03 @imalrightllama @magpiepills and my brain has stopped working and doesn't remember other tumblr names, sorry :X )

[perotovar]

dedicated to everyone, for the @swiftiscruff friendship exchange ♥

sappy message and tags under the cut:

this week snuck up on me and i didn't have any time to make the things i wanted to for specific individuals (and even got this out at the last possible second) so i'm sorry that never happened! hopefully this funny/cute moodboard will suffice <3

y'all, i don't even know where to begin. i love all of you so fucking much and feel so blessed and humbled to consider so many of you my friends.

when i joined this fandom (end of january 2023) i told myself i was just going to make my gifs and stay in my lane. i didn't want to make any friends because i'd been there, done that.

i'm so fucking glad that never came to pass because even if this fandom can be full of drama and toxicity, it's also one of most lovely and supportive groups of people i've ever been a part of.

i can't tell you all how much i love you and thank you for your love and support on my gifs, my fics, god, i never expected that. tbh i thought people were just being nice and humoring me when i started writing but i'm slowly but surely realizing you're all just giant sweeties. seriously, thank you so much.

i tried to find as many people as possible that i consider friends and/or admire a great deal for their creativity/presence in this fandom because you all make my time here beyond worth it <3 if i left anyone out i promise it wasn't on purpose!

i'm so grateful that this silly, talented man brought you guys to me!

-

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@hellishjoel @chronically-ghosted @gasolinerainbowpuddles @5oh5 @theredviper

@swiftispunk @joelscruff @jksprincess10 @for-a-longlongtime @bonezone44

@mrsmando @freelancearsonist @ozarkthedog @ghotifishreads @futuraa-free

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@sweetenerobert @ghostofaboy @toointojoelmiller @theywhowriteandknowthings @covetyou

@nerdieforpedro @agentmarcuspike @missredherring @boliv-jenta @beefrobeefcal

@toxicanonymity @marisferasiop @morallyinept @atticrissfinch @trulybetty

@max--phillips @iamskyereads @grogusmum @tieronecrush @nicolethered

@thetriumphantpanda @radiowallet @wannab-urs @oonajaeadira @fuckyeahdindjarin

@beardedjoel @secretelephanttattoo @schnarfer @joelsgreenflannel @janaispunk

@tomshiddles @djo @trashcora @miguelo-hara

[something-tofightfor]

Hope you had a great day!

THANK YOU! look at them in their little party hats and with a big old present that is what I am assuming is going to be the best season of TV to air in recent history.

Thank you for sending this! I had a wonderful day and appreciate you very much. <3

[imaswellkid]

Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! ♡♡♡

Merci Meve ma chérie 🧡🧡🧡 Right back à toi.

[albertasunrise]

Hope - Masterlist

Masterlist

Summary: After Joel loses his wife and your best friend during childbirth. You support him as he takes on parenthood on his own at 22. But when feelings start to develop, you battle with the guilt you feel for falling for your best friend’s husband.

Relationships: Joel Miller x Reader

Warnings: Like AO3 I choose to give none. Read at own risk. 18+… this is to avoid spoilers! (This is a fic that I’ve had rattling around in my brain a while. No cordyceps outbreak. I am still working on my other fics but one or two are on hiatus just for a bit till I get my head straight)

Hope in Heartbreak

Getting your Hopes up

No Hope

Gotta be Hopeful

Hope I See You Again

Hope for Forgiveness

Hope You Can Forgive Me

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[ladamedusoif]

20/20 - no outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

(gif by @nicolethered)

Summary: After months of pestering from Sarah, Joel finally concedes that he might need to get his eyesight checked and makes an appointment at your optometrist practice. He really doesn’t want glasses, though.

Pairing: No Outbreak!Joel Miller x Optometrist F!Reader

Content/Warnings: MDNI; 18+; not explicit as such but implied; no outbreak AU; Joel and reader are broadly around the same age; fluff; Joel in glasses is his own warning; me making stuff up about eye exams

Word Count: 1600 (this was supposed to be a drabble)

Notes: So @lunapascal and @julesonrecord decided I needed to atone for being incredibly thirsty for the sight of a certain someone putting on a pair of glasses. And voilà, a “glasses are hot” one-shot and my first attempt at Mr Miller.

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. But they’re also fascinating little machines in their own right, and you should know: you’ve been running your own vision care clinic in Austin for almost twenty years, after qualifying as an optometrist and gaining experience for a couple of years at various chains.

Some people love finding out they’re going to get to wear glasses. Others? Not so much.

Your last customer of the day definitely falls into the latter category. 

“Mr Miller?”

He looks around him in the empty waiting area, sighs, and stands up to join you in the testing suite. He looks like he’s being sent to the rack, not going for a routine eye examination. You introduce yourself and gesture towards the seat in front of your desk.

“So, Mr Miller -”

“Joel.”

“Joel. What brings you to the clinic today? You’re a new customer, have you just moved to the area?”

Joel looks uncomfortable, shifting in the seat. You guess he’s in his early fifties or so, salt-and-pepper hair and a patchy beard. He’s broad, still evidently a strong and well-built man. His denim shirt, embroidered with a logo that reads Miller Family Contractors, fits snugly but perfectly over his frame. 

“No, not new to Austin. Been here my whole life. Just…new to the eye doctor.”

“I see.” You pull up his file on the computer system and note his age. “If you don’t mind me saying, Joel, you’ve done pretty well getting to this stage in life without needing some kind of sight correction. What’s changed?”

He exhales, and for the first time since he sat down he actually makes eye contact with you.

Holy shit. You look at irises and pupils and corneas all damn day. You admire and respect the human eye, but you didn’t think it had the same power of attraction over you. Turns out, it had just been a while since you’d seen eyes as beautiful as his.

Even in the shitty artificial light of the testing suite, you can see that Joel Miller’s eyes are a perfect dark brown: at times like black coffee, at times like fine whiskey, depending on the light. They’re warm and enticing, even without him trying. You notice, too, the laughter lines and wrinkles around those extraordinary eyes - here, despite his stern exterior and manner, is a man who smiles and laughs. Who knows happiness.

“My daughter… she made me. Said she was gettin’ sick of me holdin’ up my phone so I could see the screen, and of missin’ half the stuff in my shows because I was squintin’.”

“Ah, she sounds like a wise person. Well, Joel, let’s get going.”

You conduct the retinal exam and the glaucoma test, Joel flinching as the puffs of air hit each eye. When he almost drags himself off the stool to move over for the pupil reactions and visual acuity testing, you decide to just ask.

“Joel, is everything okay? Are you comfortable with the procedures I’m doing?”

He arranges himself in the chair, his broadness making the equipment look comically small. He flashes you another look with those big brown eyes.

“I…I don’t want glasses.”

It’s not the first time you’ve heard this. “It’s okay, Joel. If you need vision correction we can look at contacts, or even laser surgery if you think that might be an option.”

He grimaces.

“I don’t want pokin’ in my eyes, either. Or lasers pointed at them. Absolutely not.”

You arch an eyebrow. “Well, let’s hope you don’t need glasses, then, Joel Miller.”

You have to get up close to him for parts of the eye test, as normal. To your horror, you realise that every time you do so, you get a surge of desire. He smells of shaved wood, of pine soap, of peppermint, and of leather. You notice the smattering of freckles across the tan skin exposed by the snaps left open on his shirt. You can’t take your own eyes off his hands: big, broad, long, and strong. 

Your mind immediately wanders to thinking about what those hands could do to you. Where they could go that you can’t reach with your own fingers, how they’d feel against your skin, reaching for you, groping at your tits as you - 

You clear your throat and turn back to the lens unit, away from Joel, lest he see how flustered you are becoming. He’s got a daughter, you remind yourself. He’s got a wife, or a partner.

“Everythin’ okay?”

“Sure, yes, fine, Joel. Sorry, just trying a new lens combination.”

***

Of course he needs glasses. It’s not a very strong prescription, but he seems crestfallen as you talk him through it.

“Joel, I don’t want to be condescending but glasses are a minor hardship when you think of being able to see clearly again.”

For the first time, he cracks a smile. “I know, I know. I just - I dunno. I feel like I’m an old man now, with my glasses and my stiff knees and my tight back. That’s why I didn’t want them, I - vanity, I guess. Didn’t want to admit I was old.”

You smile in return, noting how kind and warm his expression was. “You’re not old, Joel. You look great.”

That was unprofessional.

He blushes. “Until I put the specs on, that is.”

You point to yourself. “I’m wearing contacts today so it’s easier for me to do my job, but in my downtime - I’m glasses all the way.”

He scoffs. “Different for you, though, you’d look pretty no matter what.” 

“Pretty?” 

Joel looks up at you from under his lashes. “I mean…yeah, you are. Probably even prettier in your glasses, too.”

It’s your turn for the heat to rise to your cheeks, but you can’t help smiling. “Let’s just double-check the last of the personal contact details before we go look at some frames. Says here your emergency contact is Sarah Miller but there’s no description of your relationship - is she your wi-“

“Daughter. Sarah’s my adult daughter. No wife, no girlfriend.”

You try not to smile too obviously. “My emergency contact is my younger sister. Same reason.”

As you print out Joel’s new prescription, there’s a knock on the door - Meghan, your assistant who usually looks after customers when they choose their frames.

“It’s closing time… you want me to stay late?”

You shake your head. “Of course not, Meghan. I think I’ll be able to help Mr Miller choose his new frames. If that’s okay with you, Joel?”

He smiles and turns to Meghan. “I think I’m in good hands.”

***

Joel studies the selection of frames on display in the main public area of the clinic, looking completely overwhelmed. He turns to you, shrugging helplessly.

“I don’t even know where to start. What would you suggest? You’re the expert.”

You move closer to study his features, taking in the size and shape of his face, the firm set of his jaw, the strong line of his nose, the softness of his lips. 

Fuck, this is a beautiful man.

You catch your breath momentarily. “Many men who don’t want glasses choose the invisible frames, like these.” You hold up a pair of the lightweight style, placing them gingerly on Joel’s handsome face.

He studies himself in the mirror. “Not bad. Can’t even tell.”

“If I might suggest something, though?”

He nods. “You’re the expert, like I said.”

“I think your features could carry something a little stronger. More definite, more distinguished. Can I show you?”

You pick a couple of acetate frames from the rack, one in a dark caramel brown, the other in a sort of charcoal grey. You hold them out to Joel. 

He wavers, and settles on the caramel pair. You watch as he examines the frames, before gently putting them on.

That’s when you give yourself away. The sight of that man putting on those glasses is so devastatingly sexy that you let out a tiny moan. Joel turns, the frames beautifully complementing his colouring and the darkness of his eyes, and it’s all you can do not to moan again.

“You okay?”

“I’m…I’m fine. You just look…very…”

He moves closer, a little smile on his face. “You sayin’ the glasses are doin’ it for you?”

You nod. “That pair, yes. Yes, I think they might be. I’m sorry, this is horribly unprofessional of me.”

He grins. “Can you explain what it is you like about them?”

You swallow hard, turning him to see himself alongside you in a mirror. “They’re stylish. They are strong. They’re distinguished. They’re very…masculine.” You let the next words slip before you can stop yourself. “In other words, they’re very you.”

Joel turns his back to the mirror, focusing on you. “Only because you found them for me. I’d never have tried somethin’ like this.”

“You glad you did?”

“I am. And I’m glad I came in to get my old eyes checked out by the prettiest optometrist in all Texas.” 

You laugh, and he catches your hand to pull you in. Your fingers rest lightly on the broad expanse of his chest, feeling the taut denim underneath. You look at him expectantly.

“I know this is probably mighty unprofessional, but…”

You nod. “But I’ve already gone over the line, so…”

Joel leans in, frames still on, and kisses you: hot, hungry, deeply. You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, returning his kiss with the same intensity. When you break away, you take his hand and lead him back towards the testing suite.

“More tests, darlin’?”

You arch an eyebrow as you pull him inside and close the door. “I suspect you’ll pass these with flying colours, Joel Miller. You don’t need 20/20 vision for what I’ve got in mind.”

[galaxyedging]

New game based on this. Start the bidding on your own (respectful) Pedro or Pedro Boy moments.

NP tags @yourcoolauntie @movievillainess721 @scorpio-marionette @prolix-yuy @munsonownsmyass @harriedandharassed @nicolethered @kirsteng42 @thegreenkid2 @morallyinept

[missadangel]

Little Bird in a Cage (Javier Peña x Reader)

Part 12: Date Night (WARNING +18, Smut)

gifs by nicolethered - darksber

---------------- All episodes here ---------------

It was a quiet afternoon at the big hotel near the beach in Santa Marta, the journalists were already leaving in a hurry now as the president has recovered and getting ready for a press conference. Minister -your father- also already apologized for leaving him alone at the conference and said goodbye to him then arrived here by private jet. Since he learnt the identity of the attacker he got worried because he knew Jose well. They have received military training together and have been on countless missions together so he knew how a well-trained ex-guerilla and good sniper he was.

What he didn't know is that he was the target.

When your father arrived to the hotel you just came back from the hotel infirmary, the paramedic has bandaged your foot including your ankle. Felipe was acting like an ass thanks to his mother, he called a reporter already and you were getting angrier every second. Then your father rushed into the hotel, you smiled at him but he didn’t.

"What happened to your ankle?" He was angry.

"Nothing dad, I'm fine," you hugged him but then he stepped back, his eyes scanning around.

‘Y/N, Caroline, pack your things, we have to leave the hotel soon,’ he said hurriedly.

‘Dad, what's going on?’ you were surprised. ‘Actually, there's something I wanted to ask you-’

‘Honey, it's not the time, we need to go somewhere safer.’

‘Have you told him?’ Felipe came running towards you.

‘Tell me what?’ Your father asked, looking at you frowning.

You crossed your arms, ignoring him.

‘Dad, Felipe wants me to go in front of the reporters and tell them that we postponed the wedding.’

Your father was already in a hurry, angry, worried and when he heard this, a wave of anger passed through his eyes. ‘What do you mean? If it's a joke, it's not funny.’

‘But, sir, they'll think we cancelled.’ Felipe got upset. “And my whole family, all preparations-“

‘Listen, if you force my daughter to make fucking press statement or if I see her face in any newspaper or tv channel, I'll banish you and your prosecutor's office to place to the other side of the world.’

Felipe nodded, sulked and walked away. Your father didn't give a shit, grabbed your shoulder.

‘We don't have time for this, honey, please get your belongings, I'll check out of the hotel and then we leave, Dolores has already arrived to the safe house with all our stuff.’

‘Safe house?’

‘Don't ask questions, just do as I say.’ He wasn’t asking, you knew him well.

You nodded, heading to your room with Caroline who put her arm around your waist to help you.

Then one of your father's men called him out, because the phone in the car which he only uses it for political or important calls was ringing.

It must have been an important call.

He immediately went out to get the phone. The car was in the parking lot, just across the street. Your father got in the car, answered the phone. It was the police chief calling your father, informing him about José's team.

And that's when three things happened in a quick succession.

José's team arrived by a military vehicle and surrounded the hotel.

You and Caroline came in the lobby with your suitcases, looking for your father.

The police tactical and rescue unit has arrived and got into position.

Your father got out of the car he was feeling like his heart almost stopped. He was so worried about you his feet led him towards the hotel, but the police chief stopped him with his hand and told him that he was the target so it would endanger his life to go inside like that.

Even though Javi rushed to warn the police in Santa Marta before boarding the plane, José's team was already here.

They entered the hotel with their assault rifles like professionals.

One of them fired in the air to get everyone's attention and came into the center of the lobby. You startled when you heard the shots and screams, reflexively ducked your head and crouched next to the couch with Caroline, your foot was in pain, moaning, covering your mouth with your hand hoping they won't hear you.

No matter how much you've heard the gunfire lately, you were getting startled in the same way. You didn't want to be swept up in more action and trouble anymore but unfortunately trouble always comes back to hunt you.

Maybe this time its not about me? You hoped.

But your heart skipped a beat when you remembered how your father was in rush earlier.

This men weren’t like the cartel gunmen you've seen before. No, they were like the soldiers from the military base in the jungle where Javi first kidnapped you, but in smaller numbers.

They were looking for someone indeed, and the man you thought the commander sent some of his men to check hall and all rooms.

“Don't come back without him,” he yelled.

They overpowered the hotel's security guards and moved everyone including all staff, east of the lobby, away from the doors and windows.

When the men done checking the rooms one by one, but returned empty handed, he swore angrily. He spoke to someone on a walkie-talkie, he obviously has other men. Caroline held your hand, everyone in lobby was so anxious, murmuring, praying for their lives.

Then all of the men gathered with commanders signal, talking among themselves, you heard them saying plan B, you wondered what it was.

------

Soon Javi and Steve arrived, thanks to Javi's super-fast driving skills.

Javi jumped out of the car and ran to your dad. Steve followed him behind.

‘Sir, thank God you're safe,” he was panting. “Your daughter...'

Javi petrified when he shook his head like no.

Steve approached the police chief who was checking hotel layout plan with his unit.

'What's the situation?’

'We estimate there are about sixty hostages inside, they've rounded up the people they've taken from the rooms and put them in the lobby. Including the staff, the guards, everyone in the hotel.'

Javi angrily kicked the door of the police car next to him. Then he walked over to the chief, having trouble with staying calm meanwhile.

'Did you find out how many people were in the team, their identities, anything?

'We don't know anything yet, but it seems there are less than twenty.’

'It won't take them long to realize the Minister isn't there,' Steve muttered.

'And it's only a matter of time before they find her,' Javi said, his voice cracked.

------

Their commander raised his hand after they done talking.

“Alright everyone! My name is Alvaro, it seems that the person we are looking for is not here right now, I don't intend to hurt anyone but don't try my patience. I'm a hot-tempered man.”

Just then the police chief shouted through a megaphone from outside.

‘You there! All of you are surrounded, release the hostages! You have nowhere to run!’

The soldiers immediately went into defense mode, spreading around, their commander Alvaro glanced out of the long window, he was very calm, as if he raids some places, every day.

“There you are,” he said smiled to himself.

He slung his assault rifle over his arm and slowly approached the hostages, including you. He eyed everyone's face one by one, you got nervous.

Not me, please God. Maybe he’s looking for someone else.

Caroline squeezed your hand with hers, you both getting more nervous. When it was your turn, he eyed your face as you bowed your head, he crouched down, his rifle slides on the floor with sharp sound, you hold your breathe.

You couldn’t help to wonder why he was looking at you so intently, but who cares. He was scarier than any bad guy you have ever met, even Miguel himself.

He grabbed your chin with his big, strong hand as you felt his gloves on your skin. He made your face turned to his, like trying to kiss you.

Your felt nauseous.

“Hey Diego, give me the picture,” he said to the man behind him without taking his eyes off of you for a second.

He handed him the photo and you got shocked when you looked at it.

It was you.

“Hm, you're prettier than your photo,” he said with a wicked smile, a shiver ran down your spine.  

“Get up, honey,” with his strong arm, he grabbed yours made you stand up.

Caroline was about to say something to him, but he silenced her without speaking.

While you were wondering who the hell these men and what they want, Alvaro ignores you staggering in pain meanwhile, approached the hotel door without letting go of your arm for a moment.

Before he opens the door, he takes out his pistol and points it at you.

You felt your throat go dry with fear.

All the cops pointed their guns towards him. Your father got furious when he saw you.

“Lower your weapons!” Javi yelled at cops, he was worried about you.

“Fernando, look who's here. Say hello to your daddy, sweetie.” Alvaro called out to your father.

Your father took a step forward, you got worried when you saw him in the crowd. Then you noticed Javi and you felt like you gonna cry, you believed that he would save you again, but that didn't ease your fears.

“Alvaro! Let my daughter go now!” your father shouted. “Take me, I'll come inside, let her go!”

Javi came up to your father, his eyes were on you, grabbing his pistol with one hand getting ready for anything.

‘Sir, if you go there like that, you're gonna put you both in danger,’ he muttered.

‘It's me he wants, Agent Peña, I have to let him take me so he can let her go but I need you to help me with something.’

‘I'm waiting!’ Alvaro was getting impatient and tightened the muscular arm around your neck.

You gasped with fear.

‘Alvaro can't use his left hand, he's missing three fingers, but I mean, if I can grab his gun, you'll have a chance to get her.’

‘But if he fires the pistol, you'll get hurt-’

‘Agent Pena, if you really care about my daughter, focus on saving her, not me.’

‘Javi, we'll be on our guard too,’ Steve said, ’Other three men guarding him, we should aim them, then-’

Suddenly Alvaro fired a shot into the air and everyone tensed up. You closed your eyes tightly, feeling like you were going to faint.

‘I'm gonna put the next bullet in her skull!’

Javi and your dad looked at each other and made their move.

‘Alvaro I'm coming, my daughter has nothing to do with this, let her go,’ he said and slowly approached the stairs.

Javi followed him close with his hands in the air.

‘You stay back,’ Alvaro growled.

‘You give me the girl, take him, there’s no other way,’ Javi said looking at him menacingly.

Alvaro hissed but pulled his arm away from your neck as your father got closer, let you go towards Javi. He was pointing his pistol at your father when Javi quickly grabbed you and wrapped his arm around you as you moaned in pain. 

Just then your father managed to grab Alvaro's pistol, and after a brief struggle the gun went off.

You wanted to turn that way in fear, but Javi wouldn't let you, instead he pulled you away.

‘Open fire!’ the police chief ordered and the cops obeyed immediately.

Javi picked you up and ran as fast as he could out of the line of fire. Steve came running covering you both.

Javi made you sit in the backseat in the police car but you were worried about your father you wanted to get out.

‘Javi! My dad! Please!’

Javi looked over to find your dad then he turned his head to you, ‘He's fine, he got shot in the leg, doesn't seem bad.’

You were almost relieved but you wanted to get out of the car, the shots were now coming from the back of the hotel, they almost got them all. You staggered as you stepped out, Javi put his hand on your waist to help.

‘Did you hurt your ankle?’

‘It's nothing, take me to my dad, please.’

He saw the ambulance arrived for your dad so he took you in his arms and walked towards there.

As soon as you get in you wrap your arms around your dad.

“Dad! Are you okay?” Your tears flowing like river.

‘Yes honey, I'm fine, don't worry about me, I've seen worse,’ he said in a low voice.

The paramedic gently warned you to get back so she can apply first aid to your father's leg and then you got up and sat back.

Javi put his hands on his waist and sighed with great relief, while watching the ambulance drive away.

----

As soon as the ambulance arrived at the hospital, the paramedics took your father on a stretcher and rushed him inside. As you were coming down after them, a paramedic grabbed you by the arm and helped you down.

‘One of the agents said you hurt your ankle, let me put you in a wheelchair,’ he said, and brought the wheelchair from the entrance of the hospital for you to sit in.

‘Thanks,’ you smiled, it has to be Javi.

The injury on your foot was nothing serious, but the bullet in your father's leg has hit the bone, but fortunately it hadn't shattered it. In 3-4 weeks he would be able to walk again. During that time he was in the hospital and you accompanied him.

As for Caroline and the other hostages, they were rescued in a successful operation. Everyone in Jose's team has been neutralized. He was sent to America under the control of the FBI.

Javi and Steve were given a plaque of appreciation for their help in the successful operation by the Colombian Government.

But Steve has to go back to his country, where he continued his work as an agent. Javi, on the other hand, chose to stay in Santa Marta for a while longer, because he was on a break or on leave. And of course he had to go back to his country and continue his work, eventually.

This made you think because you didn't want to be separated from him again.

One day you were surprised when your father asked to see Javi in private in the hospital room, but you did as he said and left them alone. This was more of a physical therapy center than a hospital. Your father could now stand up and walk with crutches, and next week he would be fully discharged and be able to go home.

You thought about how to go on with your life after that, there was no going back to Cali, your father had cut off with everything there.

In the safe house in Santa Marta, Dolores and the other servants had already made a life for themselves. It was more like a super-security house and you didn't like staying there.

But I guess I have to, you thought.

“What are you thinking?”

Javi's voice broke you out of your thoughts. He sat down next to you, put his elbow on the top of the bench and looked at you.

“Nothing,” you said shrugging.

“Do you have any plans for tonight?” he asked suddenly, his hand touches your cheek.

“Except staying here?”

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” his hand running through your hair.

“Sure,” you said, blushing.

Javi stood up.

“Great, I'll pick you up around six.”

Before you could ask where you were going, Javi kissed the top of your head and hurried off.

What the hell is this? you asked yourself.

You shrugged your shoulders and let go and decided to go to your fathers room, there was still a lot of time before evening. You wondered what your father and Javi were talking about in secret, but you couldn't just ask.

“He really loves you,” your father suddenly said. You were surprised.

“So you've been talking about me?” squinting your eyes.

“I know you love him too, you want to be with him. I shouldn't have ignored you before and forced you to marry that idiot, forgive me, honey.”

You sat next to him, it was a bit strange for your father to talk like that.

“Dad, let it go, it's over now, it's your health that matters.”

“Your happiness is above all,” he said, looking out the window. Then he turned his head to you.

“Whatever I've done, for your happiness and safety, and that's what I'll do from now on, but this time I’ll do by listening to your heart.”

You held his hand.

“I know, dad. I'm not angry with you, whatever happened just happened, doesn't matter anymore, let's forget it and move on.”

“You're right,” he said.

You gave him a hug and he kissed you on the top of your head.

But you could have sworn he was hiding or planning something.

-----

In the evening you went to your new home to get ready to meet Javi.  Dolores has hardly touched the suitcases in your room, she must have been very busy.

You smiled happily as you found an elegant dress in the suitcases and you put it on with excitement. Time was running out. This was your first official date with Javi.

A normal date, without any drama or complications between you. 

Javi picked you up by his car and took you to a fancy restaurant.

After dinner you decided to take a walk along the beach.

“I can't believe I haven't been able to swim even once since I got here,” you complained.

Javi looked at you. “It’d would be nice at night if you want to go in.”

“What? Swimming at night? No way.”

“Why not?” Javi grinned.

“Everyone will look at us and think we're crazy.”

“Fuck them, come here,” he said and took you in his arms.

“Javi! You're crazy, put me down!”

But he didn't, he ran towards and jumped into the sea with you. You screamed as you hit the water, shivered when your skin touched cool water. You were not in deep, the water was at shoulder level. Yet you were soaked to the bone.

“I'm wearing Ralph Lauren!” you yelled at him, and you began laughing too.

“Do you want me to take it off?”

“No, no, no.”

Javi swam closer and wrapped his arms around your waist under the water, pressing his lips to yours. It tasted like the salt and whiskey. You put your arms around his neck, it has been a while since you kissed him, you missed this feeling, pulling his neck against you.

Javi pulled his head back, “We can't do it here, I don't want you to catch cold,” he smirked.

“Yeah, I don't know if I'm wet that way, anyway,” you giggled.

He kissed you again, carried you as he getting out of the sea.

----

When you got to Javi's apartment you were both soaked and when you started shivering Javi gave you one of his shirts and made you hot chocolate. While you were drinking he goes to change and when he came back he was only wearing pants. He took a thick envelope out of the closet drawer and put it in front of you as he sipping from his cup.

“What is this?” you opened it curiously, you got shocked when you saw your passport and your flight ticket to United States.

“Javi? Is this-”

He sat next to you, holding your hands, looking at you with his warm brown eyes.

“That time, when I said, ‘If I ask you to come with me, you said you would’, now I’m asking you, will you come with me to my homeland?”

You didn't know what to say, it was all so sudden. Then you remembered what your father said early in afternoon.

Your happiness is above all..

Your eyes filled with tears, you sighed.

“You going to say no to me,” he said with sad pout.

You placed a kiss on his lips.

“I'd love to,” you said with a happy smile.

He smiled back and kissed you back, and then you found yourself on his lap, gasped with surprise, he was already half naked, your hands running freely over his shoulders.

The kiss deepened and Javi pulling the shirt off over your head and threw it on the floor. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his erection under your thighs.

Without wasting any time your hands finds buttons of his pants, he giggles, stands up to get rid of it and tossing it on the floor. Then he picked you up, carrying to his bed, kissing you meanwhile.

You put your arms around his neck, he breaks the kiss, moves you lay back to the pillows with his strong arms.

"You're so beautiful," his warm breath hits your neck turning you on even more.

You want him, you want him now.

“I want you inside me Javi,” you purred, rubbing his ear with your soft lips.

“You wish is my command,” he kisses you deeply.

He kneels above you and positions himself at the entrance of your pussy. You wrap your legs around his waist as he pushes into you. 

You gasp and look up into his eyes as he continues sliding in, biting your lip, enjoying every moment with a little pain but pleasure most.

Slowly he starts to move in you breaking the kiss he presses his forehead to yours and moans. 

He sounds good when he moans.

You grip his shoulders as he continues fucking you. "Mmm please Javi," you moaned.

He was in hurry this time too.

As he gets faster you moaned again and dig your nails into his back. He groans slightly but doesn't ask you to stop. Dragging your nails down his back you moan his name as he fucks you harder.

You moan loudly as you were so close. He breaks his rhythm as your pussy clenches around his cock and finishes you off in some long, hard hits that feel amazing coming down from your high. Grabbing your hips, he holds you firm against himself as he fills you up, moaning loudly, collapsed next to you.

You both look at each other trying to catch your breath for a while then he leans forward and grabs your face to kiss you. Hotness spreads through your body at his kiss and you sit up wrapping your hands around his neck. He stops kissing you to hug you tightly, a loving embrace you have ever felt, smiling in happiness. You snuggled close to him and put your head on his strong arm as he pulled the bedsheets over you to cover you and then himself.

You smiled as you felt his lips on the top of your head and running through your hair, staying still to savor the moment without opening your eyes.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

*indicates NSFW/MINORS DNI/18+.

request a blurb for all characters i write for except wanda maximoff & stefan salvatore (acceptable characters in the tags). below i will have the prompts already taken listed on finished or pending requests. SUBMISSIONS CLOSED.

PROMPT LISTS: here and here.

Heat of the Night (marc spector x reader, prompt: AIR)

Snuggle (din djarin x reader, prompt: FUZZY)

Overboard (frankie morales x reader, prompt: #19)

Summer Song (javier peña x reader, prompt: BIRDS)

Instead (aaron hotchner x reader, prompt: #10)

White Noise* (steven grant x reader, prompt: NOISE)

Lemons (santi garcia x reader, prompt: #5)

Witness (din djarin x reader, prompt: #44)

Anything (jake lockley x reader, prompt: #3)

Midnight (marc spector x reader, prompt: CALL & TOWN)

Proof (javier peña x reader, prompt: #36)

Unravel (marc spector x reader, prompt: #31)

Maybe (jake lockley x reader, prompt: #18)

Possessed* (miguel o’hara x reader, prompt: #14)

Runnin’ (javier peña x reader, prompt: FOGGY)

Unnamed (steven grant x reader, prompt: #13)

Moron (miguel o’hara x reader, #22)

If Only (miguel o’hara x reader, #48)

tagging some moots: @hotchs-bitch, @doctorstethoscope, @greg-montgomery, @lefthandedhotch, @dudeitiskarev, @eyelessfaces, @juneknight, @cptn-nash, @missdictatorme, @campingwiththecharmings, @astroboots, @jazzelsaur, @hotchnerxo, @marc-spectorr, @toracainz, @mccn-bcys, @lavendertales, @haylzcyon, @inklore, @psychedelic-ink, @lesbianhotch, @softlyspector, @cupofjoel, @nicolethered, @iamskyereads, @pedrito-friskito, @flightlessangelwings, @lavenderursa, @whatthefishh

[ozarkthedog]

Helloo hii, here to submit a prompt for your 10k Birthday Celebration please:

📝 - 10. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice."

with Dilf!Joel Miller, preferably pre-outbreak!Joel, where reader is a friend of Sarah (of age), perhaps college friends, work colleagues etc... Artistic liberties of course welcome. ^^

🩷🩷

gif by the fabulous @nicolethered

Thank you for celebrating! I hope you enjoy this! 💙

warnings: DILF!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader. age gap. reader is Sarah's College friend. dirty talk. sexual tension. cliff hanger cause i'm evil.

word count: 655

✨10K Birthday Celebration✨

“Ugh, I’ll be right back. I forgot a book in my car.” Sarah says, standing from her seat at the kitchen table. 

You’d been studying with Sarah for an upcoming final all week long. It helped that her Dad, Joel,  allowed you to stay the entire week and not have to drive back and forth to your dorm every day.

“Where’s Sarah at?” Joel questions as he saunters down the stairs. You sneak a peek at his soft yet strong belly as he fixes his shirt. You narrowly miss his curious gaze when you flit your eyes back to your text book.

“Uh, she went out to her car.” You answer as you highlight a paragraph. Joel turns on the radio and busies himself around the kitchen.

You sneak another look at the handsome man as he opens the fridge door and searches for something to eat. You knew it was wrong to lust after him. He was so much older and not to mention your friend’s dad but you couldn’t keep your eyes off him.  

He sits down next to you with a plate full of eggs and a smirk. You give him a soft smile in return before returning to your studies. You try to focus on the words but every move the older man makes distracts you.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” Joel says, nonchalantly before taking a sip of his coffee.

Your eyes bug and your head whips in his direction. “What?” 

“Come on. Don’t play shy.” He muses and scoots his chair closer to you. He leans his elbows on the table, nudging your books, invading your space. “I can feel you undressing me with those pretty eyes.” 

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You reply shakily. 

Joel quirks a brow. “Oh no? Then how come you get all quiet when I come around? S’all most like that smart brain of yours goes all dumb whenever I’m in the room.”

He lays a hand on your knee and you jolt under his touch. The highlighter you’re holding falls from your grasp and rolls off the table onto the floor. 

Joel can’t help but smirk. “See? I ain’t doin’ nothin’ and you can’t even hold onto a pen.” He tips your chin up to meet his somber gaze. “What do you need pretty girl?”

Your lips part in a gasp as you drown in his primal energy. You’re caught like prey under the strong paws of a beast.

He looks at you under his lashes and licks his lips. “You want my cock? Is that it?”

You outright whimper. Heat swirls and ignites in your belly as he dips his head to your neck. 

“You’re a big girl,” Joel whispers into the crook of your neck. You shiver in response as he drags his lips along the shell of your ear. “You know what’s right and wrong.” 

It was wrong that you wanted him but it also felt so fucking right.

Joel wraps a large hand around the back of your next keeping you complaint. “I’d love to know how tight you feel wrapped around my cock.”

The front door whips open and disrupts the suffocating moment as Sarah makes her way into the house. 

“Hey, Babygirl. What took you so long?” Joel asks while shoveling eggs into his mouth.

“Ugh, sorry. I got caught talking to the neighbors.” She huffs as she sinks into her seat. “Sorry you had to keep the old man company.” She quips, nodding to the man next to you.

“Oh, that’s ok.” You send her a frazzled smile as your heart thumps steadily against your ribs. You sneak a look to your left, the reason you were in this predicament to begin with, and you’re met with playful, fiery eyes. 

Joel claps your shoulder with a chuckle. “Yeah, we’re gettin’ to know each other quite well.”

[for-a-longlongtime]

On Dieter, Goya's Black Paintings, and Pedro on Talk Art 

Alright y'all, it's Saturday evening, I have nothing better to do (I actually do but I don't feel like it), so welcome to my mini TED Talk about 'how to pay too much fucking attention to the Pedro cinematic universe'. None of this is new, and maybe everybody already knew about this, but I didn't... so here's a nerdy tangent courtesy of googling/wikipedia-ing.

I was reading a Dieter!fic (this one right here by @chaoticgeminate - go read her writing!) earlier today, which refers to the 'Saturn Devouring His Son' painting - that giant mural Dieter is working on in The Bubble:

(his brush isn't even touching the wall tho, ha)

The original 'Saturn' by Goya

The fic mentioned its part of 'The Black Paintings', so I got curious and started googling. I'm no art major or expert, so please allow me to just paraphraze the Wikipedia page. 'Saturn' is part of a group of 14 Goya paintings that are called Pinturas Negras/The Black Paintings. They "portray intense, haunting themes, reflective of both his fear of insanity and his bleak outlook on humanity" --this was late in Goya's life, and was connected to several illnesses he had experienced (and the fear of relapsing) and political turmoil in Spain at the time (post-Napolean war, changing Spanish government, etc.

Trivia fact 1: Goya actually made these paintings right on the walls of the Quinta del Sordo (so-called Deaf Man's villa) where he was staying -- so I love that Apatow had Dieter also paint right on the walls.

Trivia fact 2: while Goya was living in this villa, he actually became gravely ill (again) - not by a pandemic obviously, but it's hard to not link that loosely to the COVID period. He had never intended for these 'Black Paintings' to become public; "these paintings are as close to being hermetically private as any that have ever been produced in the history of Western art" (the murals were eventually transfered to canvas by other folks once he had moved out of the villa). Switching back to The Bubble -- I love how the tragic influence of Goya's illness(es) and art/things 'made at home away from the world, not intended for an audience' (so obviously, in a bubble) has that connection to the COVID experience and how many folks were suddenly homebound, along with the burden of illness in many ways (lord knows this all did a serious number on our mental health). In the movie, Dieter and the others do not want to go into isolation again, but that solitude is what eventually led him to painting on the walls in his room. This is not a 'grand discovery' of any kind, but I got a kick out of the parellels once I read up on it - and honestly makes me appreciate the movie a bit more, haha.

Not happy about another quarantine period.

Alright, more hyperfocusing after the cut:

Some googling led me to a post from last year by @nicolethered (gifs in this post are hers), and she included screencaps of the walls of Dieter's room (during that drug scene), which I hadn't even noticed while watching the movie. Upon taking a closer look, I noticed they're outtakes from other pieces of Goya's Black Paintings! I thought that was really cool, they sure worked on the details with that set (there's one more that's shown in a different shot but I can't exactly figure out which outtake that is):

First one is a mirror image from Two Old Men Eating Soup and the second one is basically Satan aka 'The Great He-Goat' from the Witches' Sabbath painting. Which IMO makes for fucking hilarious perfection a.k.a. trivia fact 3 -- because we all know about Dieter and his little emotional support goat, LOL. Excellent connection.

*insert sound bit from Hot Ones interview* : "Just let me love you!"

Anywaaay there's more. The Bubble was shot during Feb 22, 2021 to April 16, 2021, right? Pedro has spoken about how his input in shaping Dieter was mostly regarding his outfits (the Crocs, the robe, etc). But then I suddenly remember the Talk Art interview he had done in 2018, and how he namechecks 'The Dog' by Goya - and lo, guess which painting is actually part of the 14 Black Paintings? Yeap - the dog! So I checked the podcast and he was asked, 'if you could be any painting, what painting would you be?' by Russell. Here is the painting, and below it is what he said on Talk Art:

'The Drowning Dog' by Goya

"I think… it's a Goya. Yeah, old school. I think it's called 'Dog Buried in Sand' or something like that. It's so… I remember feeling it was such a visual representation of helplessness, in such a… come on, let's all admit that helplessness is a very recurring feeling for many of us, you know what I mean? When it comes to so many things. I guess… I was in Spain, in Madrid, and I was 20. And I went to the Goya museum. What's interesting about it is that the head of the dog is really quite small and sort of adorable, it looks like a stray mutt, and the painting - if I can remember it correctly - is very rectangular. There's so much above him, like the world just seems so big. It's quite incredible, isn't it? I know it's really sad, and sort of dark, and maybe I really like enjoy perceiving myself like..." (He gets interrupted by Russell, and then continues;) "Yeah, he's certainly not dying, it's sort of - it's a moment", (then interrupts himself with;) "Maybe he's totally dying, there's no way that dog is getting out of that. That dog is SO fucked. Anyway, that's the painting that represents my life". (All three of them burst out into laughing.)

If you're still reading this - I am impressed with your dedication to my silly little post, haha. Anyway, I just thought it was so striking that there basically is a straight line from the painting he mentioned in Talk Art to what Dieter is painting in the Bubble. Makes me wonder if perhaps he - or even Russell/Robert - had any input in that part of Dieter's backstory.

Thank you for attending my TED Talk on artistic analysis of Dieter Bravo during COVID, we now resume your regularly scheduled program for Saturday night. 🤪

(Have I been smoking because a local dispensary actually had 'Mando' bud? I sure as fuck have and I blame that for this post.)