#terminator imagine

[dapper-lil-arts]

THAT'S RIGHT BABEY I'M WRITING A FIC OF SHREK 1 BUT IT'S RARIJACK LETS GOOOO And it's gloriously dumb. I love it.

[moron-rights]

-1 bloodless

+1 happy

[chellodello]

“I don’t feel the way they programmed me to feel today.”

Been thinking about how weird it is to be part machine and part organic and constantly oscillating between two competing drives, never feeling whole. Or something.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kthulhu42]

"I refuse to even reblog a post made by an evil TERF but I'm happy to use misogynistic slurs because women aren't people deserving of rights" part one

[loadsofcats]

Funny how Oliver went to Point Nemo for a nap because people became a bother that started to suffocate him. Terminal Velocity stuff could be made out of this methinks

[autisticdoomslayer]

While we're talking about Janet Cage can we please talk about the potential of MILF Janet?? Like genderswapped MK11 Johnny. old woman army MILF Janet DO YOU SEE MY VISION PLEASE

[cerise-on-top]

how long do you think it takes Kate and Valeria to day ‘I love you’ to their s/o’s? love ur stuff fyi!!! 💚

Hello! Thank you for liking my stuff, I hope this is enjoyable to you as well! I think it would take the both of them quite a while to say it!

When do Valeria and Laswell Finally Say “I Love You”?

Valeria: It would take her a while to say it. I mean, once she’s with you, she’s already smitten, but she says “I love you” in different ways that aren’t just saying those three words. Valeria courts you with lots of gifts, that much is true, but the closest thing you’ll ever hear from her that resembles a “You have my heart, I love you more than the sun loves the moon, than the ocean loves the land” would be her spending a day with you where she isn’t spending copious amounts of money on you. But that’s not what you asked. Valeria will tell you that she loves you when you’re feeling insecure since she never says it, but on her own accord? It would likely be a year or longer into your relationship, on one of those nights where the two of you are lying in bed together, just talking about your lives, what you’ve been through and how it’s shaped you as people. Just venting your worries, voicing your appreciation for each other and how you’ve helped one another. It’s during such a night, when you’ve gone quiet for a moment, that Valeria would hold you close and tell you, in a voice softer than what you’re used to normally from her, that she loves you.

Laswell: Like Valeria, she shows her love for you through different means. While she may be a gift giver as well, she also shows you how much she loves you by doing anything you may or may not ask of her. From chores, to walking your pet, to cooking you some stew when you’re sick. Laswell doesn’t say that she loves you from the get go either, it would take her several months to a year for her to say it. But when she does, it doesn’t seem like a special moment to anyone else. You’re probably hanging up your freshly washed clothes while she’s sitting at the table, a cup of coffee in hand. Laswell would get up, give you a kiss on your cheek, and tell you that she loves you so very dearly. She was overcome with adoration for you during that moment and needed to show you that she loves you. It’s afterwards that you get a lot more I love yous from her. Not on the daily still, but they would be more common. She will always, and I mean always, accompany her I love yous with some form of affectionate gesture, regardless of whether it be a kiss to your temple, a hug from behind, or a small lovely rose she found in a flower shop. You will always be taken care of and loved.

[benoitblanc]

making an emily-arc gifset and screaming internally. why the fuck did they do that to scully

[hawkinsunderground]

No but if the whole 'will is somehow turned into the villian (obvi against his will) and is going to fake die next season only to come back and save the day when all hope is lost' thing is legit, can you imagine the implications of byler??? Can you imagine the implications for my mental state????????

Mike realizing his feelings and not getting the chance to tell Will before it's too late, or even having them revealed to him just a little too late? whether that be before Will becomes the 'villain' or 'dies'. The effect Will's 'death' would have on his character. The grief, the knowledge that its real this time, that the person who believes in him the most is gone, and there's no other world he's coming back from this time? (Especially if Will's feelings about him are clarified, if Mike knows that the painting and everything Will said was from his heart, not el's?) The deep regret of missed opportunities haunting Mike?

The sense of all hope being lost, of having nothing to fight for, or rather, no longer having the spirit to fight, but going on with it anyway because he's not going to let Will's perception of him be a lie. It's a suicide mission anyway. And maybe he's glad for it now.

And he'll inspire his friends just like Will said he does, when they're all reeling from Will's death too and can't imagine going on without him. He'll get them to fight, and he'll fight with them.

And at that last minute, when they're about to lose, when their plan starts coming apart at the seams and they're on their last leg, with nothing to do but accept defeat, and Will comes back, alive???

The reunion, the renewed sense of spirit to fight, with Will not just giving them a chance by unexpectedly jumping into the fight, but reigniting the spark that went out in everybody when he died? And they finally win and Mike is running to hug Will but it's so crazy and hectic and all his friends are there too crying in relief and shock and joy at having their friend back and Vecna actually being dead this time, so there's no time for intimate heart to hearts.

But then the dust settles and it's just them, and Mike just can't get over how he lost and regained Will for a second time, with the finale paralleling the pilot, and how awful it was and how much it put things into perspective for him.

and they have a sweet moment, where Mike is reeling and just taking in that his best friend isn't dead, and at first, Will thinks it's just that. That Mike's little 'I thought I lost you' moment would end there, with another hug, the intensity of which is lost on Will, and some meaningful words, not seeing the deeper feelings that he's convinced could never be there.

And then Mike finally, finally confesses? What then? Where would my sanity be then?

[charles-pitlane]

[littlenightma]

Sick | T-1000 x Reader

It was two in the morning when you felt your stomach cramp. You clutched yourself while you stumbled out of bed and into the bathroom. Falling to your knees, you not-too-prettily expelled the contents of your cramping stomach into the toilet. From behind you, Austin’s lean figure hovered defensively.

“What is wrong?”

You dunked your head one more time before answering, pushing the leftover bile back down your throat.

“I’m sick.”

Sick.

He took in your shivering form hunched over the toilet and the glaze of perspiration coating your skin. He did not like seeing you in pain and he wanted the wretched sounds coming from your mouth to cease.

His internal database held a plethora of files on the human anatomy, among other useful topics, which served to help him take down targets proficiently. He was created to kill, not to protect. In other words, he was out of his element when it came to nursing a human back to passable health.

He knelt down and felt your slick forehead with the tips of his fingers. The nanobots quickly pick up on your high body temp.

“Your temperature is 2 degrees above what it should be.”

“How did you do that without a thermometer?”

“Stop evading the issue.”

Evading the iss- God, he’s so dramatic.

You shoot him an annoyed look, “It was a genuine question,” you paused, “And there is no issue.”

“You have a fever.” He pressed.

“It’s barely a fever.”

“Your body is overheating.”

You winked, “So you’re saying I’m hot, huh?”

It did not register on his face, but Austin was growing frustrated at your nonchalantness. “Why are you disregarding the state of your well-being?

Starting to feel uncomfortable, you sat down with your back against the toilet. The cool porcelain felt good on your warm skin. You were in no mood to be chided by the machine about your well-being when not too long ago he was the reason it was in danger - on multiple occasions.

“Because,” you began, wiping the side of your mouth with the back of your hand, “I’ve been sick before. I know what to expect. Everyone gets the stomach bug. I will be fine in a few days.”

Austin internally bristled. “That long?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Give or take. There’s medicine I can take that will help make me feel better.”

Austin stood up, “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

“No, you’re not. It’s not that serious, Austin.”

“It is to me.”

Thankfully, T-800, Uncle Bob, appeared in the doorway wearing his signature shades, holding a small, plastic bottle in his large, mechanical hand.

“I heard you from downstairs. Here,” he offered you the bottle.

Before you could take it, Austin had snatched it from Bob, scrutinizing it. He ran his index finger down the back label and shook his head. “There are too many side effects.”

“Just precautions. The medicine will help them.”

You nodded enthusiastically along with Bob’s words. Austin glanced at you and reluctantly uncapped it with more force than necessary. He held the bottle in the air as he dropped the thick, red liquid into the cap, making sure you received the exact dosage for someone of your age and weight needed.

You shot it back with a grimace. “Hm, disgusting,”

Bob chuckled as he took the medicine back. “You sound like John.”

You perked at John’s name, “I haven’t woke him up, have I?”

“No.”

“Thanks, Uncle Bob,” You smiled weakly from the floor.

The T-800 had been around humans long enough to comprehend sarcasm. “No problemo, kiddo.”

You giggle even though your stomach gurgled threateningly. “Good one.”

Austin handed back the medicine and T-800 bid his goodnight, going back to do his nightly routine of surveying the perimeter of the house.

Austin helped you off the floor and you went over to the sink to brush your teeth. He stood behind you like a shadow, electric eyes never wavering from watching you, as if waiting for you to suddenly fall apart.

“Austin?”

“Yes?”

“Will you lay with me?”

His head lifted at your question. “If that’s what you want, I will.”

“It is.”

Back in your room, he slid into your bed, carefully positioning himself in a way that prevented him from touching you. You may have been human, but you were by no means fragile. Austin didn’t fight you when you pried his arms open and settled within them.

As your head rested on his chest, you couldn’t hear the rhythmic thrumming of his heart or feel his chest rise and fall from breathing. He lacked everything that provided humans natural comfort, lacked any kind of genuine emotion or feeling and most of the time he was an asshole. Did it make sense to find safety in the arms of a killing machine? If he could kill you, that meant he could protect you all the same, right?

Right?

“If your temperature rises I am taking you to the hospital.”

His t-shirt hid your slight eye roll, “I’m not dying here, Austin.”

His fingers momentarily pressed into your ribs. His next words meant to comfort you, but they possessed a certain level of threat, briefly reminding you that the man holding you was not a man at all, and his whole existence, his whole purpose, was to dispose of people like you by ridding the world of the boy sleeping soundly in his bedroom just a few doors down.

“You’re not going to.”

Knowing you weren’t going to convince him otherwise, you didn’t argue. When your breathing evened out and your mouth fell slightly open, Austin shifted, lowering his head to your ear. Believing you wouldn’t hear him, he whispered two simple words.

“Get better.”

Little did he know that by laying in his arms, you already were.

[cinemastyles-backup]

Summary: FWB's Harry and y/n find out that they're more than just a temporary fix to each other

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, unprotected sex, oral (m rec), hair pulling, general filth

My original CinemaStyles-blog has been terminated, so I created a new one.

I tossed and turned for what felt like hours.

I let out a sigh, fighting the urges to call him. I haven't spoke to Harry in weeks because I was getting feelings and feelings for Harry were a no go.

"Fuck it." I roll over and slap my hand on my phone, dragging it over me. I go into my messages and scroll down to Harry's name. I chew on my lip, really debating if I want to do this.

I do.

I sink low and send him the typical, you up? text that most guys send at this time.

He might not even be up. I start to breathe a little faster. Anxiety mixed with excitement.

I get a text back and sure enough, he's up.

Harry: Well well well, if it ain't little miss lonely.

I scoff and roll my eyes,

Me: What's that supposed to mean?

Harry: Come over and I'll tell you.

I bite my lip and smirk,

Me: What's in it for me?

Harry: Come over and I'll show you.

I sigh, "Doesn't this man know what sexting is?" I sit up and I swear my thumbs move on their own,

Me: On my way.

I smile and try to keep my excitement down to a minimum. "Oh shit. Shit shit." I get up and quickly make myself look decent. I throw on a sweatshirt and leggings and slip on my shoes.

I quietly sneak past my sisters room and walk down the steps.

I grab my purse and grab my keys off the hook.

"Where are you going?" My sister asks popping around the corner, scaring the absolute shit out of me.

"Ah! Julie I almost killed you." I yell, "What the fuck are you doing?" She crosses her arms and smirks, "I can ask you the same thing. You going to see Harry?"

I look at her quickly, "What? N-no. I'm going to-" I sigh, "Yes."

She shakes her head, "He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that." She says as she walks away.

"What?" I say turning towards her. She stops on the steps and leans down over the banister, "Don't keep him waiting."

I scoff and look at my phone,

Harry: Come on, love. I can't wait to see you.

Me: I'm coming, I'm coming. Chill out.

I walk out and get into my car. I put on my music and grip the steering wheel tight before I start driving.

He's more than a temporary fix for you and you both just see to realize that.

I think about what Julie said, over and over again. Her voice playing in my head the whole time I drive to Harry's.

I sit in my car and I look up at his apartment, butterflies start to fill my stomach.

Me: I'm here. I'll be up.

I get out and lock my car, slowly walking up the steps to his door. I knock a few times before the door opens.

There stands Harry. Hot and shirtless. Tattoos on full display.

I bite my lip as my eyes scan over his half naked body, his voice snapping me out of my stare.

"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand there and gawk over me."

I look up at him and shake my head with a smirk, "Shut up." I walk in past him and push his shoulder. He shuts the door and presses his back against it with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What?" I ask while setting my bag on the couch.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you being here at this hour?" He chuckles. I shrug, "I guess I just .. needed a temporary fix."

"Yeah?" He walks over to me, "I told you can call me when you're lonely." He brushes hair off my shoulder and tucks it behind my ear, "When you can't sleep.." he slides his hands down to my hips and pulls me into him, "I'll always be your temporary fix."

I look from his eyes up to his lips and smirk before he leans down and kisses me which quickly turns into a very hot make out.

"I've missed you." He mumbles lowly.

I nod in agreement, slipping my hoodie off over my head and tossing it to the ground. I connect my lips with his and he unhooks my bra, sliding it down over my arms and dropping it.

He backs me up into his bedroom, not breaking the kiss.

My knees bend as I hit the bed and I fall back, pulling him with me. He holds his weight up as he hovers over me.

He places kisses down my chest and stomach and takes off my pants and panties together in one swift motion.

I raise my eyebrows.

He shrugs and crawls back onto me, "What?" He kisses me, "I said I've missed you." I giggle and wrap my arms around his neck.

"Didn't you miss me?" He teases, "Didn't you miss how my cock feels inside that tight little pussy you have? Hmm." He kisses my neck and sucks on a spot.

I whimper, "Y-yes." I run my fingers through his hair and arch my back as I can feel him sinking his teeth into my skin, "Fuck."

He kisses up to my ear, "Ive also missed those lips of yours."

"Which ones?" I joke and he looks up at me, "Both of them." He pushes his sweats down immediately freeing his cock.

My eyes flick down and I lick my lips, "Let me suck you off for a little." I look back up to him and he nods eagerly.

I nod for him to lay on the bed and I get up on my knees to finish taking off his sweats. I get myself into position, laying on my belly with my feet kicking in the air behind me.

I lean in and lick a long stripe up the shaft of his cock and he gasps, "Oh." I lick the tip, tasting his salty precum, "Mm, someone's excited." I tease playfully.

He tilts his head and nods once with his teeth holding onto his bottom lip.

I wrap my hand around him and work my way onto his cock. I swirl my tongue and bob my head, each bob earning a moan that gets louder and louder.

"Shit." He gasps laying a hand on the back of my head. He gently pushes my head further down and I let him. I gag slightly as he hits the back of my throat and he jerks his hips, "Fuck, baby."

I hold it there for a few moments as he thrusts his hips slowly.

"O-okay. Come here." He runs a hand up and down my back. I sit up and wipe my mouth before straddling him. Without a word, I slowly sink down into him.

My lips part slowly as I close my eyes and tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of finally having him inside of me after not having him for weeks.

"Still feel so good." He moans. He grips my hips and starts to slowly rock them. I gasp and look at him, "That feels so good." He smirks and watches me. He leans his head forward so I can wrap and arm around his neck.

I start to bounce, moaning into his neck, "Harry." He wraps and arm around my waist and holds me, moaning along with me.

I wrap my arms tighter around him as I can feel my orgasm approaching, "M'gonna cum." I whimper, "Fuck, Harry."

He turns his head and kisses my neck, biting the same sensitive spot he already marked me with, "Cum on my cock."

I rock my hips, getting him to hit exactly where I need him to hit and I gasp loudly followed by the scream of his name, "Harry, fuck fuck." I groan and arch my back so my chest is pressed more into his.

He thrusts his hips up to meet mine, fucking me through my leg shaking orgasm.

He rolls us over so he's on top now, "Feel good?"

I bite my lip and smile, "Always."

He slides a hand up to my neck and gently starts to squeeze the sides. He starts to thrust again but slow and hard. He watches my face as my eyes roll back and I smile.

"You dirty girl. You like being choked don't you?" 

I keep smiling and nod.

He thrusts all the way in and pushes against me, "You're so fucking hot." He slowly moves his hips causing me to whimper.

He removes his hand from my throat and leans down to kiss me, "Where do you want me to cum?" I open my mouth and stick my tongue out.

He nods with a smirk, "As you wish." He starts to thrusts again at a faster pace. He groans and grips my hips tight, tilting his head back.

He pulls out and I quickly get up, wrapping my lips around the head and pumping. He tangles his fingers into my hair and moans as he pumps his hot cum into my throat.

"Fuck, baby, Mm, fuck." He moans as I suck him clean. I lean and fall back onto the bed. He lays down on his stomach next to me, "that.." he blows air and smiles.

I nod, "one hundred percent." I look up at the ceiling and bite my lip. I didn't realize Harry was staring at me until a few minutes later.

"What's going on in that beautiful brain of yours?" He props himself up onto one of his elbows, "Whatcha thinkin about?"

I look over at him and shake my head, "Nothing, it's nothing."

He lays a hand on mine, "It's obviously not just nothing, what's going on?"

I sigh and laugh slightly, "My.. uh, my sister said something to me when she caught me sneaking out and I can't stop thinking about it."

"Uh oh. What did the all mighty Julie have to say?" He chuckles.

I think for a moment, "That.. you're not just a temporary fix for me." I slowly look over at him and he has a smile plastered on his lips.

"What?" I ask slightly embarrassed, "Harry don't ma-"

He brings a hand up to turn my head towards him, "That Talia I told you about.." he pauses and I nod, "Yeah? What about her?"

"She isn't real."

"Huh?" I ask confused.

He shakes his head, "I mean, she is, but she has a girlfriend and I just told you that to see if you'd get jealous because I wanted to see if you caught feelings like I did."

"Feelings we're hooked lined and sunk a while ago buddy."

"Buddy? Did you just friendzone me?" He laughs and leans in, "I don't want to be just a temporary fix for you anymore." He kisses my forehead.

"Good because I don't want you to be either." I place my lips on his and we fall asleep cuddling with our naked bodies as close to one another as they can be.

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[mistocho]

terminator 3 is not a real film to me, but the idea of a john connor, alone after his mother’s death, living in a world where skynet seems to have been stopped before it ever started, yet he has been raised from birth to defy it. what does a messiah do when he has no one to save?

[chellodello]

I think we should revisit Skoodge moving into Zim’s basement. As a treat.

[mwagneto]

sorry i can't hang out rn the two men from that 4 year old show kissed and i literally cannot think about anything else. yeah gonna be all month

[jay-wasreblogging]

Violet girl Ik you got lots of things that just got revealed to you but ain't no way you holding onto Zach crying after what he did? Like that is CRAZZYYYYY, stand UP.

Also still referring to Zach as 'baby' and begging 'please'? BABY GIRLLLLL YOU ARE IN DENIAL OR HAVE INTENSE TRAUMA!!