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Clancy Brown at this age is seriously my type how is that possible??

Shawshank Redemption is good but you know what else is? UR MOM—

Yes pls I miss my little old man😓

I miss Clancy he needs to do another show or movie pronto smh

Ugh fr

౨ৎ‧₊˚ they'll message you after a post talking about how sad and ill you are too?? can they just be normal 🙏

Kurt Caldwell edit coming soon if my procrastination allows it🙏🏻

Ily Draga <3

@gussgx convinced me to watch ambition and now i’m in love with albert … and yes we both decided he deserves better, so there’s an albert merrik x reader in the works 🙂‍↔️

Brothers and Sisters…I finally did it!!! May I present to you the Justin Crowe edit!

Hi tumblr, I recently watched a carnival and Justin... I love him, I hate him, he's done a lot of bad things, BUT he's played by Clancy Brown, so yeah, I can't help it

And this is also the first edit that I will show here hah :p

My 2020 edits didn't know what HD quality was💀

Anyways Vik baby hii

@naughtydogg @clancybrownsbf @fossil-creek @enfp-shoga-dilfholic

I would love to join them ngl

promotion ; 2/2

pairing: lieutenant hank anderson x wife!reader

summary: continuation to of part one 'promotion.' hank fucks you good and tells you how great of a mom you're going to be

warnings: pure smut with some fluffy bits on the side, minors dni!!!!

a/n: ty to those who've read this!! i had a lot of fun writing this, and will def be writing more hank anderson x wife!reader content (because i'm a sucker for angst and i feel compelled now to write something post-cole's death) so enjoy the smut and fluff while it's hot! :D

"trust me, sweetheart — this is still my night."

your eyes widen as he towers above you from the side of the bed. you had to lean back a little on your elbows, to be able to really get a good look at all of him. you squeeze your thighs together.

“well, what were you thinking, lieutenant?” you look up at him and tilt your head to the side.

hank doesn’t say anything — he doesn’t even laugh. he presses a pointer finger to his lips before making his way to the foot of the bed. you watch as he pulls his t-shirt off, tossing it somewhere on the floor. you let out a whine when you watch him drop to his knees.

this time he does laugh, because all he’s done is remove his shirt and settle in between your legs at the end of the bed — and yet you’re already whining.

“someone’s needy,” he teases. his hands grab at the waistband of your pants before sliding them down your legs until they were off — leaving your cunt exposed for him. “beautiful.”

you blush at the compliment and turn your head to the side. you moan when you feel his lips press against your inner thighs.

“hank,” you sigh, his hot breath inching up closer to your burning core. “please.”

he taunts you by kissing aroouund your pussy. unbeknownst to you, you were already dripping for him. despite not even kissing your pussy, you feel yourself getting more and more sticky.

you groan and try and move your hips so his lips meet where you want them to. you feel his lips just barely brush your clit, coaxing his lips. you thought you won, but it doesn’t last long. he pins you to the bed before you can succeed.

“are you going to be a brat tonight or my good wife?” he asks, now hovering over you so he could look at you. you notice the faint shine of your wetness on his lips, smell yourself on him. hank made sure to not put his full weight down on you — because of the baby.

you tug at the waistband of his pants now, “i can be a brat and your good wife, lieutenant.”

he could feel himself getting harder, his clothed cock pressing against your bare cunt. hank had no idea he would get this turned on by you calling him that — lieutenant.

your gentle fingers run down the length of his cock still trapped in his pants. he let out a groan. you smile and press your lips to hank’s ear.

“or you could always fuck the brat out of me,” you bite on his earlobe, before pulling away far enough to look into his eyes. “please?”

“just because you say please all nice, doesn’t mean you’re off the hook,” he’s moving you now to lay on your side. he spanks your ass once before giving the piece of flesh a squeeze. “now, be good and stay put.”

you hum and rest your head on the pillows, moving only to get comfortable. meanwhile, hank was pushing his pants down his thighs, kicking his pants off his legs until he was left naked.

you turn your head to watch him. he was looking down at his dick, stroking it with concentration. his eyebrows furrow and tongue peeking out from his lips. his balls feel heavy, length long and hard — the tip of his dick was turning a violent shade of red, nearly purple.

you feel him press the tip of his dick against the bottom of your thighs, smearing his precum over your skin. you groan and start to wiggle.

“haannk,” you whine, pouting now up at him. “don’t make a mess before you’re in me.”

he smiles and lets his dick go, moving his hand up to grab your waist while he moves behind you. he’s spooning you now, hand back on his dick to press against your aching hole.

“i haven’t even prepared you for me,” he whispers low against your ear. he’s kissing around your ear and down your neck. “i don’t wanna hurt you, honey.”

you shake your head and grind yourself down on him, feeling his tip push into you. you both let out a moan, and it takes everything in hank to not fuck himself fully into you.

“then go slow,” you say, continuing your slow grind on him. you feel him slowly push just the tip in and out. “good. god, hank, that feels so good.”

he feels your cunt flutter around him each time he pushes into you. he wants to listen to you, to himself. he should go slow to make it easier on you. he doesn’t want to hurt you. but, fuck, he wants to fuck you sooo badly.

“i’m trying my best to go slow, sweetheart,” he moves his right arm under you, pulling you to his front. his fingers found one of your nipples, tugging and rolling it. “but you just feel so good. could put another baby in you.”

you let out a gasp when you feel his other fingers run down your clit. you couldn’t remember the last time you could touch yourself down there properly. having hank’s big fingers mush down on your bundle of nerves has your head spinning.

“h-hank!” you choke out, moaning loudly. you fight in hank’s hold to grind yourself on him — wanting him further in you, deeper.

he’s pushing himself further in you, slowly though. he pushes slow until he’s bottomed out in you, before pulling back and doing it again.

“would you want that?” he asks through his kisses. he gives your shoulder a love bite before kissing back up to your ear. “another baby? another one of mine-”

“ours,” you say, cutting him off. you’re panting at the feeling of him in you, filling you up nicely. he’s still playing with your nipples and clit, overstimulating you. “b-but, yes! yes, hank — i’ll have all your babies.”

he lets out a choked gasp, hips stuttering up into you before he has to stop. you listen to him pant, trying to catch his breath.

“are you oka-“

“yeah, yeah, sorry i just,” hank sighs and closes his eyes, nuzzling the side of your face. “i can’t wait to see you be a mom, i just know you’re going to be great. and whether you believe me or not, i think you look pretty hot pregnant with our kid.”

your eyes well up with tears from his words. you turn and do your best to look at him. hank only frowns, worrying he said something that upset you. before he could ask what’s wrong, you answer.

“i couldn’t do this with anyone else,” you say quietly, smiling when hank kisses your tears off your cheeks. “i think we’re both gonna do great.”

hank gives you a kiss on the cheek before you turn in his arms, looking ahead again. he slowly picks up the pace of his thrusts, listening to the squelching noises of his dick sliding in and out of your sopping cunt.

“keep doing that, hank. feels so good,” you moan, gasping when he suddenly thrusts up, hitting your g-spot. “fuck, right there.”

he looks down where the two of you meet, watching as a creamy white ring forms around the base of his cock — his eyes widen. he looks away quickly, fearing he’d cum right then and there.

“i got you, honey. i’m here,” he keeps you pinned to his chest, fucking himself up into you while you thrash in his arms. you were so sensitive right now. “let me take care of you.”

and you did. you cling onto him wherever you could, while he fucks you deliciously in bed. your orgasm was creeping up on you, but you want to wait for hank. you feel his balls smacking against your swollen clit, causing you to let out another loud moan.

hank continues fucking you, rutting himself in you like a dog. he feels his own orgasm threatening to hit him earlier than he’d like. he feels less bad about it when the walls of your pussy clamp down around his dick. you let out a sharp gasp.

“c-cumming!” you cry out, shaking in his arms.

your sudden orgasm surprises you both. he continues humping you, fucking you until his own hips stutter. he grunts like an animal against your ear, his shaky breath hot on your skin.

it’s quiet, though, when he cums in you, dumping his thick seed into your soaking wet hole. he’s shaking now, holding you as tight as he could without hurting you. he doesn’t want to pull out, and neither do you.

“stay in me,” you pant, holding his arm when he goes to pull out. you turn and look at him, “please.”

he gives you a toothy grin and looks you in your eyes. how could he say no to his pretty wife? so he nods, like a good husband, and kisses the sweat off your brow.

you feel his dick slowly soften inside you, but he remains inside. his heart beating against your back.

"i love you," he says once he's caught his breath. his cheek is resting against yours, but he turns his face to kiss the corner of your mouth. "so, so much."

"i love you too, hank," you relish in the post-orgasm high, eyes closed as you feel hank caress your body, your pregnant belly.

your worries from earlier now forgotten. the only thoughts left swirling in your head, was how soon you could convince hank to fuck you again.

ty to the kind souls who’ve read the first part of my hank fic 🙂‍↔️ part two will be up sometime this weekend!!

i also watched pet sematary two and highlander … and yes i do have drafts for gus gilbert and the kurgan, if you’re into that sorta thing 🫣

again, ty to those who’ve read. it’s nice to know there’s others on here who like the old man.

I had a vision: A Steve from Shoot to Kill edit with Criminal by Britney Spears.what do you guys think

promotion ; part 1/2

pairing: lt. hank anderson x wife!reader

summary: hank tells you the big news that he's getting promoted to lieutenant. you can't help but worry, but hank does his best to remind you that there’s nothing to worry about.

warnings: talks of pregnancy and pregnant body (reader is 8 months pregnant w/ baby cole), swearing, angst, minors dni

a/n: bestie showed me dbh and changed my life for the better. i love hank anderson the pathetic drunk bastard that he is — so hopefully you enjoy younger and recently-promoted lieutenant hank in this. he’ll probably feel a little ooc in this since it’s pre-dbh (and i guess also my hc of how i feel like he could have been when he was younger and married), but i hope you can still find enjoyment in this version. this can be read as a stand alone, but part 2 will be a continuation with smut for those who read that stuff. i haven’t wrote fanfic in at least a year so this helped me get back into the swing of things. enjoy! :’)

august 22, 2029 - detroit, michigan - anderson residence - 6:45 p.m.

you should have known he was going to be late. for as long as you've known him, as long as the two of you’ve been married — hank never seemed to be on time for anything. unless it was to a gears game.

you weren’t necessarily upset that he was late. you were just — confused. you knew you were probably just working yourself up over nothing, but it’d been nearly two hours after hank said he’d be home.

“he’s probably just working late,” you mumble, shaking your head before letting out a sigh. “i promise, your mother isn’t usually this paranoid.”

you feel your baby move around, pressing up on the spots where your hands rest on your stomach. the corners of your mouth quip up into a small smile.

“you’re right. i just need to relax,” you let out a deep breath. “he’ll be home any minute.”

and if on cue — the front door swings open. you could hear hank finishing a conversation with someone as he came in, closing the door after a few more waves goodbye.

he must not have seen you on the couch. when he went to turn, he caught you out of the corner of his eye — jumping back and nearly knocking into the bookshelf. before you could ask if he was okay, he starts talking.

“sorry, honey! the guys at work took me out for drinks after — and i lost track of the time,” he shakes his jacket off and hangs it on the coat rack before making his way to you.

leaning over the back of the couch, he gives the top of your head a kiss, “thanks for staying awake.”

your nose crinkles at his words, “it’s not even seven. you’re not ‘keeping me awake’,” you shake your head, laughing a little before sitting up for him to join you on the couch. “can’t do much when you’re expecting a baby in a month. i’m so bored.”

hank gives you a toothy grin before settling on the couch beside you. he opens his arms for you to join him on his lap, sitting sideways so he could hold you. you let your legs stretch out across the couch, while hank’s legs rest on the coffee table.

he feels you play with the buttons of his uniform, undoing each one until his uniform was left open. you run your hand over the white t-shirt he wore underneath, feeling his pecs. hank could have stayed in that moment for the rest of his life, you in his arms.

“i missed you a lot today,” looking up, you give hank a smile before kissing his lips, “but i’m glad you’re home now. seems like it was a good night at least after work.”

hank let his nose run along the side of your’s — up until he let it flick up off your forehead, only to be replaced by his lips. he could kiss you all night.

“it was. i’m sorry again for being late though. it was a long day,” he gives you another kiss. “glad to be back home though with you. i missed you too,” hank’s calloused fingers found their way into your hair, pushing it back behind your shoulders to expose your neck. “i missed you more.”

before you could protest that you did, in fact, love him more, you feel hank’s lips press against the side of your neck — peppering kisses up and down the one side, before gently biting down at the joint where your shoulder and neck met.

you let out a squeak, pushing at his shoulders, “stop, that tickles!” but he wasn’t going anywhere — only moving his assault to the other side of your neck.

you were laughing now, hugging hank to you as sat in the moment. you almost forgot about the news he was going to share with you.

“hank,” you let out a breath, feeling yourself begin to get tingly and warm. “as much as i want you to keep doing what you’re doing, i also do want to hear what your great news is. it must be really good if you went out for drinks.”

there was a brief moment of silence, as if hank was debating with himself on whether to listen to you or not. he was enjoying where he was at, what he was doing, in that moment. he was also still working up the courage to tell you the big news.

he wasn’t even sure why he was so nervous to tell you. it wasn’t like it was bad. he’d been promoted to lieutenant. detroit’s youngest one. he was proud — and it gave him some relief knowing you’d be taken care of, all of you … you, him, and your son. he just had to tell you.

he finally let himself pull away from your neck with a wet ‘pop!’ noise and a shit-eating grin — there was a little bit of saliva on his lips.

“you don’t want me to keep kissing you? that’s a first,” your face grows hot at his tease, looking at him from your spot in his lap. he gives your side a squeeze. “i haven’t even gotten the chance to ask how your day was.”

you shift in his lap to your best ability. your baby bump was not helping, hearing hank let out a quiet groan when you finally were able to settle down. his hands were on your thighs now, as each of your legs were on either side of him.

“very compromising position for someone who doesn’t want to be kissed,” you let out a laugh at his words.

“leave me alone, i want to be close to you,” you gave both his cheeks a kiss before finally his lips. “but also look at you, you know?”

“weirdo,” hank let out a laugh this time when you gave his nipples a twist, a playful glare on your face. he finally let out a yelp and began swatting your hands away.

“okay, ouch, stop that. i’m sorry, i was only kiddin’ around!”

you give into his pleas and let your hands roam up his chest to wrap around his neck. the two of you fell silent as you did your best to compose yourself.

“my day was good. i’m ready for the baby to be here,” your eyes fell to the bump that was in between you and hank. you felt the baby move as you spoke. “he’s ready to be here too, i think.”

hank was just as ready as you were for the baby to be here. you both had agreed going in that it didn’t matter what the baby came out to be, so long as they were healthy. but when you told him that your baby was going to be a son, he felt like the luckiest man alive.

so maybe now was a good time to get the promotion, hank thought to himself in that moment.

“well the big news i wanted to share is that they promoted me at work,” he did his best to be casual about it, not be too prideful — despite the wonderful accomplishment. “i’m now lieutenant hank anderson.”

there was a glaze that cast over your eyes. he caught it before you zone out. shifting the mood. hank couldn’t help but frown at your reaction. it wasn’t what he was expecting at all.

of course you were happy for hank. what kind of wife would you be if you weren’t? he’d been working so hard to get here.

he was now the youngest lieutenant in detroit city police history. you wish you could have given him a better reaction, but you were taken off guard and, as selfish as it was, you almost didn’t want him to take it.

“honey? you okay?”

his words pull you from your thoughts. looking up, you force a smile, “yeah, of course. i’m sorry, that’s wonderful news, hank. i’m so proud of you.”

you lean forward and give him a proper kiss. holding his face to you until you pull away for air. you did your best to not look him in the eyes — you didn’t want him to see you cry.

“i’m really, really proud of you, hank,” you shut your eyes and feel the tears escape, slipping down your cheeks. you began crying once you felt hank kiss away your tears. “i’m sorry.”

“talk to me, sweetheart,” he whispers against your temple, rocking you in his arms. “what’s going on in your head?”

“i don’t know. i guess im scared,” you confess. you knew his job wasn’t going to be any different — except more responsibility and paperwork — but now you were about to have a baby. you didn’t want to lose hank and be left alone to raise your son by yourself.

looking hank in the eyes now, you watch as his expression softens — wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

“i’m scared of losing you,” you begin again, this time more clear. “i’m scared that i’m going to get that call one day — from fowler or someone at your job, telling me something happened and you didn’t make it. i don’t- i can’t lose you.”

you let out a deep breath. it felt like a weight had been taken off your chest then. your hands found their way to hank’s wrist, holding them steady as he kept your face in his hands.

you watch as he comes close to you. he gives your forehead a kiss before tilting your head back so you could look him in the eyes.

“i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart,” he gives you that toothy grin you love so much and you began to cry again. “i’m not leaving you or the baby. you’re not gonna lose me.”

sniffling, you look him in the eyes through wet lashes, “promise?”

he chuckles and nods his head, “i promise, sweetheart. you have my word.”

you didn't want to spoil his night any more than you already had, so you decide his promise was enough for the time being. you give him a soft peck on the corner of his mouth.

"i love you, hank. i'm sorry for ruining the big news," you gently stroke the side of his face, smiling weakly as your thumb traces over the lines on his face.

"you didn't ruin anything, honey. not at all," he turns his head to kiss your fingers that were on his face, wrapping his arms around you in the process. "but i can't lie, it's not exactly how i pictured the night to go."

you laugh and nod in agreement, "i'd like to blame the fact that the baby is going to be here next month, but i just have to accept this is who i am."

"and who exactly are you?" hank asks you, leaning forward to press kisses on your neck again.

you smile and pull him closer to you, feeling his hands rest on your sides to hold you down on his lap.

"lieutenant anderson's wife,"

he stops pressing kisses to your neck when you answer him, a low growl escaping his throat. he pulls back from where he was buried in your neck, his once blue eyes now onyx from his blown-out pupils.

"that's right. my wife," he grips you tight before standing up, steadying you before making his way to the bedroom. "and i think it's time i show my wife some appreciation."

"but this is supposed to be your night!" you protest, clinging to him as he turns into the bedroom. you feel him gently lay you on the bed before smiling down at you. you couldn't help but glance down at the growing bulge in his pants.

"trust me, sweetheart — this is still my night."

The Sopranos fandom is dying!!! Reblog if you love whacking off middle aged men!!!!

I can’t tell if you’re trolling about Hadley or like if you didn’t understand Shawshank Redemption but Hadley didn’t “give guilty prisoners what they rightfully deserved”.. Andy was literally innocent, there are innocent people in prison, & he didn’t paralyze that guy for raping Andy he killed him because he was messing with the person he was exploiting. He loves cruelty because it makes him feel big

Think whatever you want boo that was my opinion

Is it just me flopping or the fandom is kinda dead lately? Idk I just don't feel it as active as it used to be

Brown haired Clancy my beloved (ik I missed out some other characters like Kevin and the Tales from the Crypt guy and Byron omg sorry😭)

@naughtydogg @clancybrownsbf @fossil-creek

Ik no one would care but Byron Hadley isn't a sociopath, there's a difference between not feeling for people and wanting to hurt them. While Byron does show no remorse for his actions, he still does have loyalty to Norton, is disgusted by what bogs does to Andy and cares about his family (on a certain degree), which sociopaths don't usually have, I'm no psychologist nor am I someone on the cluster B spectrum, but hadleys behavior clearly screams "Stanford prison experiment" gone wrong

Ok I'm done yapping now

Reblog this if its okay for your followers to introduce themselves to you.

Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends

I hate wanting to edit Clancy and yet having no ideas and a lot of them at the same time I'm going insane pls bully me so I can put my fat ass to work

My baby Gus was the first thing that came into my mind with the first pic 😭

When Safety Is Optional

Junior is gonna turn one year old on April 23rd, and ( as usual ) I am broke: I made her a little doggy wish-list just in case anyone would like to get her something that I can't ( because I'm broke and not working well! ) ( or you can get smthn from my shop, stickers and c0mms! )

My stupid ass forgot about posting this pt2

Dt Cheese bc he was the one who requested it in the first place + Abi and Julian bc I love them

@naughtydogg @clancybrownsbf @fossil-creek

clancy clancy bo bancy

I just realized my stupid ass never posted this edit here 😭

Victor Kurgan - Highlander (1986)

I like bad boys