#vladviago

[eddievedders]

Am I supposed to be the little girl? I'd like you to be. TED LASSO — 1.03 “Trent Crimm: The Independent”.

[chiefnooniensingh]

50? That’s not exactly a legion. Your friend was very persuasive, but er...it was a tough sell. Yes, I know that, Rory, I’m not exactly one to miss the obvious, but we need everything we can get.

[luminousnotmatter]

Top five fictional boyfriends right now!

Oh man oh man oh man oh man oh mAN, Sweet T!! Will I ever write a more important thing than this list??? 😳🙈💀😂 (I refuse to actually rank these because I just refuse because I hate doing that they're all my boyfriends and I love them all so how could I possibly name one as better than another I refuse to do it I'm an adult and that's that so it's really just a list of five of my fictional boyfriends 😜🤷‍♀️😂)

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin

Steve Rogers

Matt Murdock

CT-7567

Eggsy Unwin

Bonus: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw

[velvetmel0n]

I Slithered Here From Eden; Prologue

Summary: The Embassy’s newest intern has a run in with everyone’s favorite Colonel

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: I haven’t written in like two years so enter at your own risk, idk man age gap??? Reader has graduated college and is like midish twenties, neither party wants to pine but oh well, the university girl and the colonel tag is becoming a fic

A/N: Consider this like a teaser trailer for the feature length fic coming soon to a screen near you......I’m putting my clown wig on as we speak

@vladviago @alexxavicry @nessamc @hallothankmas @mamacitapascal @morguleth @venusandromedadjarin @watsonwise @mserynlarsen @brihhhhhh @millllenniawrites @bookshelvesandteacups @littleferal @feelmyroarrrr @maybege @wretchedwisteria @oldstuffnewstuff @miss-me-jack @plexflexico @writefightandflightclub  @visintaes @mapache-lector @goldafterglow @hansoulo @mylifeliterally @adverbedly @spoopyredacted @pikemoreno @perropascal @shadow-assassin-blix @veracruz-miller @flightlessangelwings @themarcusmoreno​

You’re too focused on the files in front of you to notice his entrance, mind too full of manila folders and grainy photographs, trying to divine an organizational system that makes sense to more than just you from redacted words and red ink. Trying to make sense of how things work in this place where the green of the jungle and the humidity are each living, breathing things— so unlike the sleepy college town you’d been imported from, courtesy of the Embassy. Professional internship, they had called it. Your reward for all the sleepless nights over the years, studying into the small hours of the morning to graduate well within the top of your class, several minors and certificates tacked along behind your actual major because you wanted to be good. Wanted to save the world, wanted to weasel your way into international politics and diplomacy and communications because you thought that changing it from within, from the room where it happened, would be the best strategy. 

And you still do, but sometimes you wish saving the world came with better coffee. You don’t bother hiding the grimace as you gulp it down, too bitter and burnt for the cheap, breakroom creamer in the little plastic cups to really touch it but it’s still your second cup of the day and beggars can’t be choosers. In the short weeks since your arrival you had gotten used to the acrid taste, the way it liked to stick to your teeth. It seems to underscore your work in times like these, when it’s barely ten o’clock in the morning and you’re already frustrated, ran fifteen minutes late because you thought you could walk to the Embassy this morning, wanted to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city waking from its fitful sleep. You made three wrong turns before you’d admitted defeat and caught a taxi. 

But you had made it and you’re here now, engrossed in your work, lost to the outside world until a voice sounds from right in front of you, cutting through the din of the office because he’s actually addressing you in a voice you’ve never heard before. You can’t help the way you jump, heart tripping over itself and one of the papers in your hand slicing across the pad of your thumb, right down the middle.

“Colonel Carrillo,” Because you know who he is, had been given a run down on all the important players when your plane had landed so you’d be able to hit the ground running, wouldn’t have to wait for formal introductions that may never come. He looks the same as he did in the photo you were shown, right down to the uniform he’s wearing, but you’re seeing him in the flesh now, can see the true breadth of his shoulders and the way he seems to fill the whole room up. Can see the way the coworkers who’ve noticed keep sneaking glances from the corner of their eye, like they want to look but don’t want the full weight of his attention on them. 

Because it is a weight, thick and heavy and warm as it settles on your eyes, your skin. 

“What can I do for you?” You can feel heat rising up the back of your neck but you rally, proud when there’s no quaver in your voice despite the way you almost jumped out of your skin. This is what you do, after all. Your job. You did not come here just to shake like a leaf at the sight of Escobar’s own personal boogie man, the man you’ve been hearing stories about since you arrived. Mean, they say. Brutal. And you have half a mind to believe them, of course, because this is Colonel Horacio Carrillo. The one person in charge of the Search Bloc, the man leading the war on the ground.  

But his voice is soft as he speaks to you, so at odds with the harsh lines of his face, the set of his jaw. “Get these to Peña and Murphy,” No please, no thank you as he hands the small stack of files over, just the silent expectation that his orders will be fulfilled. 

His fingers are warm and rough as you take the files from him, skin brushing skin and for some reason that small touch, that one small feel of him, makes your breath catch and something dangerous prickle across your skin. You try not to think about it the same way you’re trying not to think about the blood that’s surely blooming on your thumb, the little ache that’s underscoring everything that’s happening, the throb underneath the skin. The same way you’re trying not to think about the heat that’s begun pooling low in your belly, the way the hair on the back of your neck is standing up because he hasn’t looked away from you once. Not once, and the realization makes it a little harder to breathe.

“I’ll make sure they get them,” You hope your smile is easy, if a little bland. Hope he can’t read anything else in the curve of your lips because the last thing you need is him. Older and meaner than you have any right to want. Dark in a way you can’t quite fathom yet, the kind of dark that justifies the means to an end everyone in this building wants to see. An end you want to see. 

He nods once, a simple dip of his chin and what might have been a murmured ‘thank you,’ and you don’t look at his shoulders as he walks away. You don’t look at how he moves, how people get out of his way long before he reaches them. He’s something quiet and seething and it shouldn’t make your mouth water, the latent power that you already know lies just beneath his skin. It shouldn’t make something low in your belly quiver, almost in time with the throbbing of your thumb. 

You swipe the blood way with your tongue, sucking on the cut until it stops its slow drip, taking care not to get any on the paperwork spread around you. It tastes like pennies and the coffee that had spilled over the rim of your cup when you’d walked back to your desk. It tastes like Carrillo’s name. 

You don’t see him for the rest of the week but you can’t keep him out of your head, his voice haunting you when it’s late at night and the air is warm and heavy, when the shadows can keep your secrets. You blame it on the fact that you’d never met someone like him before, never seen someone like him before— so big and solid with that scowl on his face.

 You don’t want to know what it says about you that he’s the one that you can’t stop thinking about, not Peña or even Murphy, or any of the other men at the Embassy you see on a semi-regular basis. You don’t want to know what it says about you that instead of wanting one of them, a good portion nice-enough-seeming and closer to your age bracket, you want the Colonel. 

You don’t know that he’s thinking about you either, so bright and soft he didn’t know what he was looking at, at first. You kept your word though, getting the files to Peña and Murphy as soon as you could, and he tells himself that's why he comes back to you when he needs something else. Why he keeps coming back until he learns your name, until you smile when you see him and start asking how his day is going. 

[tedllasso]

I need more Jason/Ted Lasso mutuals here. I’m tagging my favorite mutuals please reblog this post and ad your own so we know who to follow and try to grown this little jsuds community. ❤️ 

@ledtasso , @carmylasso, @ozarkthedog, @djsudeikis, @believemetheodore, @hunnam, @endlessblasphemy, @infatuatedjanes, @ohtendril, @amillcitygirl, @calzone-d, @keanurevees, @hart-kinsella, @baabodenkirk, @xspeedytrashx, @gulski2, @heclosescases, @enumchase, @thisismysecondrodeo, @vladviago, @sneaky-salty-bitch, @jsuds-lasso, @whatupwiththat, @flannelplanet, @stephaniejuhnay, @sason-judeikis, @brynndowney, @nadja-antipaxos, @imlorelai, @urbanhiking​

[crazyk-imagine]

Fic Recs

Top Gun + Top Gun: Maverick

Fics

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Head in the clouds // I get a kick out of you by @callsign-dragonbaron

Iceman Masterlist by @youlightmeupfinn

Risky business by @hotgirlmav

Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

Falling In and Out of Love by @youlightmeupfinn

Be my angel by @mitchellpete

Nick “Goose” Bradshaw

Gold Rush by @duchesstypewriter

Jake “Hangman” Seresin 

Good... Very Good by @enchanting-eloquence

Take me to bed by @siempre-bucky

Hangman Boyfriend x reader by @seasonsbloom

Pay your tab by @multifandomfanfic

Do not disturb by @callsign-valley

Icarus and the moon // Pt.2 by @reverierogers

The last word by @sunlightmurdock

Parling spots and Matcha Lattes // Filet mignons and parking spots by @withahappyrefrain

Who did this to you? by @justfandomwritings 

Hangover by @stillsaltyaboutmcr

Robert “Bob” Floyd 

Misquoute by @welcome-to-writers-haven

You look good in yellow by @cowboybeepboop

Top Gun Nine-Nine by @3tabbiesandalab

A friendly push by @skvatnavle

Stiff competition by @roosterforme

Under the burning sun by @skvatnavle

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw 

Pursuit by @sunlightmurdock

Remember You Even When I Don't by @beyondthesefourwalls

Blurbs

Plan G by @letsgotothefantasyworlds-blog

Hangster and reader by @callmefirefly

Icemav and Hangster by @ouizzyharringrove

Icemav by @writernothingness

Hangster by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur

Hangster by @fangirling-tussisque-noncaelatur

Over text by @fxderchen

Writers

@hederasgarden

@callsign-dragonbaron

@jakeseresins

@callsign-phoenix

@callsignbob

@topgun-imagines

@imjess-themess

@augustinescruelsummer

@bradshaw-fanclub

Outer Range

Fics

Rhett Abbott

The Duality of Man by @3tabbiesandalab

Branded // Part 2 @3tabbiesandalab

Writers

@hederasgarden

@rhettabbotts

Stanger Things

Fics

Eddie Munson

June Baby // Part 2 by @luveline

Wrapped around your finger by @lilacletter

I was made for lovin’ you by @milkiane

The stars at lover’s lake by @stranger-nightmare

More pushin’ for the kushin’ by @innerstrawberryheart

Mystery Girl by @munsonslove

Single dad! Eddie drabbles by @luveline

Everybody’s talking up a storm (act like they don’t notice) by @iliaclwrites

Writers

@hellfireclubmember

@luveline

Steddie 

Mouse Trap by @wordynerdygurl

Blurbs

Reader and the older kids by @josephines-simps-fics

Dustin calling Steddie his dads by @thegoblinking06

Bridgerton 

Fics

Benedict Bridgerton

An artist’s touch by @mrsbbridgerton

I love you as one loves certain obscure things by @letterstotheflre

Happy birthday, Mr. Bridgerton by @fayes-fics

Sonnet #29 by @fayes-fics

As a kite by @saintlike78

Touch: the following autumn by @eleanor-bradstreet

Anthony Bridgerton

Are we friends? // More than friends by @fayes-fics

Exquisite beauty by @tontattletale

Five sense of love by @libraryofloveletters

Right in front of me by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Writers

@butterflybuckethat

Marvel

Fics

James “Bucky” Barnes

Comfort by @crewhonk

What a peach by @angrythingstarlight

Super soldier by @kyloxox

Hawaii Five-0

Fics

Steven McGarrett 

And Then Some by @slutforsilverfoxes

Too Tired to Move by @hawaii5-0gurl

Writers

@slutforsilverfoxes

@hawaiifiveoh

Everybody Wants Some!!

Fics

Finnegan 

Count on it by @marvelandotherfandomimagines

What’s the consensus? by @callsign-cacti

Triple Frontier

Fics

William “Ironhead” Miller 

A nice night in the middle of July by @merakiaes

Other

Reptile by @lustinglilac

Francisco “Catfish” Morales

Angel of Death 

Star Trek

Fics

Spock

The great, green room by @lucycola

Other

Spot the cat

Teen Wolf

Liam has a crush on Scott’s Girlfriend by @bonniebird

Puppy Sitting by @bonniebird 

Stiles sister by @bonniebird

I may have made her mad by @bonniebird

Huffing and puffing by @bonniebird

Teen Wolf master list by @fandomnsfw

Derek Hale by @twjournals

Writers 

@bonniebird

Other fics

Show me the stars by @vladviago

Find the lady by @bluebellhairpin

Well played by @beautifultypewriter

Soft boy by @omg-imatotalmess

Happy Birthday by @rocknrollmj

Softer by @dpimagines

Master list of master list by @blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms

Ted Lasso

Fics

Jamie Tartt

Operation: Tarrt’s Heart by @theowritesstuff

Good Friend by @pandorasprongs

Say that again by @iwritefandomimagines

The Proposal by @creationcitystreet-em

Dress by @its-time-to-write

I’d be better armed if you agreed to take it. by @pandorasprongs

Through the lens by @katsu28

It’s just wanderlust by @its-time-to-write

Glitter on the floor by @its-time-to-write

One Piece (Live Action)

Vinsmoke Sanji

Distractions by @obscure-imagines

Dracule Mihawk

What you really want by @obscure-imagines

Misc

Friends with Benefits... or something else? by @violetrainbow412-blog

Best man I ever knew by @farfromharry

I’m not like them by @starsofmilos

What’s in front of us by @iguana-eyanna

Bet by @hotchsstuff

Persuasion by @aemonds-sapphire

Sebsxphia Master List

DPS post

Plus, a shameless shoutout for myself ;) @crazyk-imagine

[the-love-witch-roleplays]

I posted 8,593 times in 2022

That's 838 more posts than 2021!

28 posts created (0%)

8,565 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@filmgifs

@andorerso

@antifandor

@vladviago

@cassianserso

I tagged 8,572 of my posts in 2022

#inspiration - 3,088 posts

#misc - 2,716 posts

#happiness tag - 1,827 posts

#c'est moi - 575 posts

#diego luna - 500 posts

#favorite fc - 388 posts

#wanted fc - 386 posts

#important - 383 posts

#but like... show me the lie - 370 posts

#pedro pascal - 340 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#{tony gilroy read up on anything and everything rogue one fans loved and then said ‘i think i will cause problems on purpose’ and i’m fine!}

My Top Post in 2022:

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Tony Gilroy (watching the end of Rogue One and noting the beach scene):

Me (watching episode eleven of Andor): 

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[eddievedders]

Enough. I've had it with your mind games and your stupid gifts. TED LASSO — 1.03 “Trent Crimm: The Independent”.

[eddievedders]

TED LASSO — 1.04 “For the Children”.

[eddievedders]

TED LASSO — 1.04 “For the Children”.

[eddievedders]

What happened now? Just the usual. Jamie being a little bitch prima donna. TED LASSO — 1.04 “For the Children”.

[eddievedders]

You got something, Nate? No. So... No. No. God, no. Never mind, I'm sorry. Come on now. You're one of us. Let's go. Fire away. What do you got? TED LASSO — 1.03 “Trent Crimm: The Independent”.

[eddievedders]

Actually, he responds well to positive reinforcement. That's my wheelhouse! TED LASSO — 1.02 "Biscuits".

[eddievedders]

TED LASSO — 1.04 “For the Children”.

[eddievedders]

your turn, Swifties.

[eddievedders]