#American Clock History

[jenniferkatz]

Antique American Clocks: Embracing Elegance and Timeless Craftsmanship

Antique American clocks are more than just timekeepers; they are cherished artifacts that capture the ingenuity and artistry of a bygone era. With their intricate designs, historical significance, and enduring craftsmanship, these clocks hold a special place in the hearts of collectors and enthusiasts. Whether you are a seasoned connoisseur or a first-time buyer, exploring an antique American clock offers a unique opportunity to own a piece of history.

The Legacy of Antique American Clocks

American clockmakers changed timekeeping in the 18th and 19th centuries, combining function with beauty. Here's why they are still iconic:

Artistry: Antique American clocks show painstaking detail through hand-carved cases and complex movements.

Historical Significance: Many of these clocks were important to early American homes, businesses, and public venues.

Innovative Technology: Eli Terry and Seth Thomas, two early American clockmakers, furthered the art of mass making, thus making the clocks more affordable and easier to obtain.

Aesthetic diversity: These designs ranged from tall-case grandfather clocks to fine mantel clocks and catered to an array of tastes and styles.

Durability: Antique clocks were built from sturdy materials and were meant to last throughout time: both literally and figuratively. 

Popular Types of american antique clocks

1. Grandfather Clocks

These longcase clocks stand tall and majestic, often containing intricate woodwork and moon-phase dials that would make such a clock the centerpiece of any home.

2. Mantel Clocks

Small yet elaborate, mantel clocks often adorned fireplaces and shelves, serving both beauty and use.

3. Wall Clocks

From schoolhouse clocks to regulator styles, wall clocks were the practical yet elegant way to tell time both at home and in public spaces.

4. Shelf Clocks

Light yet attractive, shelf clocks enjoyed enormous popularity in the 19th century.

5. Banjo Clocks

Banjo clocks represent a uniquely American style, distinguished by their thin silhouettes and patriotic themes that represent the spirit of the country. 

Why American antique clocks are valuable to collectors

1. Historical Significance

Each clock tells of America’s industrial and cultural evolution. These are cherished relics among historians and collectors alike.

2. Artistic Appeal

Having come to be characterized by intricate engravings, painted dials, and ornate cases, these clocks are justly as much works of art as they are functional devices.

3. Rarity

Many antique American clocks are rather rare finds, especially in limited editions or those from early manufacturing periods.

4. Investment Potential

These clocks are vintage collectibles that gain immensely in value.

5. Sentimental Value

Owning an antique clock arouses nostalgia and gives tangible connection to the past. 

Tips for Buying American Clocks at Auction

Do Your Research: To determine the clock's worth and validity, find out about its manufacturer, model, and time period.

Examine Condition: Look for any indications of restoration, working movements, and original components.

Recognize Provenance: A clock's worth and attraction are increased by a documented history.

Decide on a budget: Be mindful of your budget and steer clear of competitive bidding.

Consult an Expert: Seek advice from specialists in horology or auctions.

Caring for Your Antique Clock

Regular Maintenance: Have the clock serviced by a professional to ensure accurate timekeeping.

Proper Placement: Keep the clock in a stable, climate-controlled environment to prevent damage.

Gentle Cleaning: Use soft cloths and mild solutions to clean the case and dial.

Winding Routine: Follow proper winding procedures for mechanical models to avoid overwinding.

Conclusion

Antique American clocks embody a rich legacy of craftsmanship, innovation, and artistry. Whether adorning your mantel or becoming the highlight of your collection, these timepieces offer timeless beauty and historical significance. To explore a curated selection of antique clocks, consider participating in an Online Auction, where you can discover extraordinary pieces that resonate with your passion for history and horology.

FAQ

Q: What makes antique American clocks unique?

A: Their blend of craftsmanship, historical significance, and innovative design sets them apart.

Q: How can I verify the authenticity of an antique clock?

A: Look for maker’s marks, serial numbers, and original components.

Q: Are antique American clocks valuable investments?

A: Yes, many clocks appreciate over time, especially rare or well-preserved models.

Q: How often should an antique clock be serviced?

A: Regular servicing every 3-5 years ensures longevity and accurate timekeeping.

Q: Can antique clocks still be used daily?

A: Absolutely! Many antique clocks remain functional with proper care and maintenance.

[storywestistrash]

i am actually so tired of the way westerners treat eastern europeans

[awakefor48hours]

You know the 9/11 jokes in the DC universe are the most unhinged

[deedeecreations72]

[metamatar]

i think my housemate was poking around and gently testing me these past few days before mentioning outright that he's in a socialist reading group.

[music-history-funfacts]

Why are Grandfather Clocks Called That?

Have you ever wondered why grandfather clocks are called grandfather clocks? Probably not, but there's an interesting story behind it! Invented in the late 1600s, these clocks used to mainly be referred to as 'longcase clocks'. In 1876, however, composer Henry Clay Work published the song 'My Grandfather's Clock', and they have been called grandfather clocks ever since! The lyrics of the song are more spooky than the title may suggest! The narrator recollects their grandfather's clock and how it mysteriously stops working the moment their grandfather dies. The clock seems to be connected to the grandfather somehow, knowing about important life events like marriage (and death).

My favorite cover of this song is the one by Johnny Cash: (spotify link) (youtube link), but it's also cool to listen to older versions, like this one from 1905! (link)

If the tune sounds familiar to you, you might be a FNAF fan! 'My Grandfather's Clock' is the song used for the marionette's music box that you wind up in FNAF 2. (and also apparently in the credits of the FNAF movie... i still need to watch that lol) Honestly this song is pretty fitting to use in a horror game, since it's about death.

sources: (wikipedia) (wikipedia) (wikipedia)

[timetrek24]

🇺🇲 Let's explore the captivating history and enduring features of the Timex Easy Reader—a watch celebrated for its simplicity, functionality, and timeless style.

⌚️ A staple in the Timex lineup since its debut, the Easy Reader exemplifies the brand's dedication to accessible timekeeping. Introduced in the 1970s, this iconic watch was crafted with readability and user-friendly design at its core.

⚜️ The Easy Reader boasts a clean, straightforward aesthetic, ensuring effortless readability at a glance. Inspired by the mid-century Bauhaus movement, known for its emphasis on simplicity and functionality, this watch features large, bold numerals and contrasting hour markers for exceptional visibility in any lighting. Over time, the Easy Reader has evolved to offer a diverse range of styles and colors, catering to various tastes—from classic leather straps to contemporary metal bracelets.

💡 Developed by Timex in the early 90s, our INDIGLO® night light allows you to tell the time in the dark with the push of a button. This watch is suitable only for hand-washing or accidental splashes of water. It is not suitable for swimming or diving. To maintain water resistance, do not press any buttons while the watch is wet.

📺 Widely recognized in popular culture, the Easy Reader has graced the screens of films, television shows, and fashion magazines, attesting to its enduring appeal. Seen on the wrists of celebrities and influential figures, this watch has solidified its status as a timeless classic.

🌟 The Timex Easy Reader remains a favorite among watch enthusiasts for its enduring design and everyday practicality. Despite its stylish appearance, this watch remains affordable, making it accessible to a broad audience of enthusiasts. Whether dressing up for an occasion or keeping it casual, the Easy Reader effortlessly complements any ensemble.

[thewritingcoroner]

To the Europeans with a superiority complex: are the Americans who were never taught basic life skills in school in the room with us right now?

[wanderlustjennifer]

Independence Hall, Philadelphia

[smonk-wonk]

Me when I eat lead paint

Also a lot, and I mean a lot of people supporting Palestine aren't overprivileged (in fact many against it are powerful figures- look at how many rich celebrities are anti Palestine). Genocidal bootlickers write off supporters as upper middle class whiny little white kids when so many aren't- not to mention there's a strong history of black and Palestinian solidarity. Malcolm X was a well known supporter of Palestine in the civil rights era and personally visited Gaza, and also met with the The Palestinian Liberation Organization. Black activists supported Palestine so to continuously write off supporters as bratty stupid white kids hopping on a trend erases that history. Which is what colonialism is best for, hence the unity in anti colonialism and anti racism. It matters to me for the same reasons it mattered to my ancestors and relatives. Not that it needs to- plenty of people can be decent without those historical ties. But to reduce it to a trend and erase that history is deplorable and very much racist. These communities have a strong historical solidarity

Many poc know the immense weight of the racist reblogs in most posts like this (its even in the reblogs here and its not like op cares to comment on it so i can only imagine they agree. i wouldn't be silent on that shit idk) calling Arabs things like goat/donkey fuckers- which is how all of you sound btw. And you can't go "oh they're just saying that about Hamas!" because where are they getting that generalization from? Pretty sure it's the racist stereotype that Arabs all partake in bestiality. And there's also a lot of weight in calling them things like animals, children of darkness, beasts, and savages, more weight than some realize.

Painting a group as sexually predatory and deviant to dehumanize them is something very often used to justify killing them. Gay people, trans people, black people, Native Americans. Maybe you don't think about the claims of black people being "super predators", don't think about people like Emmett Till or events like the Duluth lynchings when you hear that kind of shit and see that image painted of a people, plenty of us do though. The language we hear every day by people on this side of history is language we've never heard from people on the good side of history. Never.

Do the good guys use words like savages? Goat/donkey fuckers, beasts, animals, people of darkness, inhuman, monkeys, sand people (or sand n*ggers if you're feeling spicy), pigs, bloodthirsty, collateral damage (in reference to human lives)? You got anything like that for me written by the good guys in history? The ones that weren't the oppressors and aggressors? Did the oppressed need to "defend" themselves by committing crimes against humanity?

The justifications for occupying Gaza and the actions taken against innocents mirror stories I've heard passed down from formerly enslaved family members during WW2. How Hitler and other figures spoke of them, treated them, dehumanized them, assaulted them, tortured them, exterminated them. The atrocities I see coming out of Gaza are often similar to events I've heard out of the mouths of people who survived genocides. So yeah it's not like there aren't white people who also see what's going on and can't help but think back to injustices their people have faced. So again even though it's not like that generational trauma is required, you can't generalize white supporters as all performative or stupid. And plenty of Jewish people recognize what genocide looks like for obvious reasons and stand by Palestine

Also if protesting were pointless they wouldn't be trying to illegalize boycotting businesses! They're shitting their britches actually! Look at all the Starbucks closing down and all their new "holiday deals". Look at the prices of Squishmallows right now. Public protests get a lot of coverage and show just how many people strongly advocate for the liberation. People on your side of history are no different from the people who have told my people (from multiple lineages) to shut up, obey, be good, accept the lynchings and the injustice and the slavery, they're all bad and all the oppressors are doing is putting them in their place and/or defending themselves against animals. Savages unworthy of dignity

You also can't dismiss all criticism of the Israeli government's actions against Palestine as antisemitism. Any government deemed exempt from criticism deserves the most criticism. You can't dismiss criticism as if it's all coming from a place of ignorance, ignoring the context of so many people's advocacy. I don't support Palestine for followers or praise or whatever, just the right thing to do. When I see what's happening I do this crazy radical thing called having some fucking humanity. Try it sometime, it's free

I'd make sure another October 7th doesn't happen by not occupying Palestine anymore, personally

[paulpingminho]

[reasonsforhope]

"The sleeping giant of the US Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) has stirred.

In the past month, an avalanche of anti-pollution rules, targeting everything from toxic drinking water to planet-heating gases in the atmosphere, have been issued by the agency. Belatedly, the sizable weight of the US federal government is being thrown at longstanding environmental crises, including the climate emergency.

On Thursday [May 18, 2023], the EPA’s month of frenzied activity was crowned by the toughest ever limits upon carbon pollution from America’s power sector, with large, existing coal and gas plants told they must slash their emissions by 90% or face being shut down.

The measure will, the EPA says, wipe out more than 600m tons of carbon emissions over the next two decades, about double what the entire UK emits each year. But even this wasn’t the biggest pollution reduction announced in recent weeks.

In April, new emissions standards for cars and trucks will eliminate an expected 9bn tons of CO2 by the mid-point of the century, while separate rules issued late last year aim to slash hydrofluorocarbons, planet-heating gases used widely in refrigeration and air conditioning, by 4.6bn tons in the same timeframe. Methane, another highly potent greenhouse gas, will be curtailed by 810m tons over the next decade in another EPA edict.

In just a few short months the EPA, diminished and demoralized under Donald Trump, has flexed its regulatory muscles to the extent that 15bn tons of greenhouse gases – equivalent to about three times the US’s carbon pollution, or nearly half of the entire world’s annual fossil fuel emissions – are set to be prevented, transforming the power basis of Americans’ cars and homes in the process...

If last year’s Inflation Reduction Act (IRA), with its $370bn in clean energy subsidies and enticements for electric car buyers, was the carrot to reducing emissions, the EPA now appears to be bringing a hefty stick.

The IRA should help reduce US emissions by about 40% this decade but the cut needs to be deeper, up to half of 2005 levels, to give the world a chance of avoiding catastrophic heatwaves, wildfires, drought and other climate calamities. The new rules suddenly put America, after years of delay and political rancor, tantalizingly within reach of this...

“It’s clear we’ve reached a pivotal point in human history and it’s on all of us to act right now to protect our future,” said Michael Regan, the administrator of the EPA, in a speech last week at the University of Maryland. The venue was chosen in a nod to the young, climate-concerned voters Joe Biden hopes to court in next year’s presidential election, and who have been dismayed by Biden’s acquiescence to large-scale oil and gas drilling.

“Folks, this is our future we are talking about, and we have a once-in-a-generation opportunity for real climate action,” [Michael Regan, the administrator of the EPA], added. “Failure is not an option, indifference is not an option, inaction is not an option.” ...

It’s not just climate the EPA has acted upon in recent months. There are new standards for chemical plants, such as those that blight the so-called "Cancer Alley" the US, from emitting cancer-causing toxins such as benzene, ethylene oxide and vinyl chloride. New rules curbing mercury, arsenic and lead from industrial facilities have been released, as have tighter limits on emissions of soot and the first ever regulations targeting the presence of per- and polyfluoroalkylsubstances (or PFAS) in drinking water.” ...

For those inside the agency, the breakneck pace has been enervating. “It’s definitely a race against time,” said one senior EPA official, who asked not to be named. “The clock is ticking. It is a sprint through a marathon and it is exhausting.” ...

“We know the work to confront the climate crisis doesn’t stop at strong carbon pollution standards,” said Ben Jealous, the executive director of the Sierra Club.

“The continued use or expansion of fossil power plants is incompatible with a livable future. Simply put, we must not merely limit the use of fossil fuel electricity – we must end it entirely.”"

-via The Guardian (US), 5/16/23

[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1964 Chevrolet Cheetah

1964 Chevrolet Cheetah

1964 Chevrolet Cheetah

1964 Chevrolet Cheetah

Bill Thomas’s Cheetah: Chevy's Attempt at a Cobra

The Ultimate American Underdog

When we talk about iconic American sports cars of the 1960s, the Shelby Cobra usually steals the spotlight. But there’s another contender that deserves attention—the Cheetah, a car that might just be the most mysterious of them all.

A Vision from Southern California

Designed by Bill Thomas, a self-taught engineer known as "Mr. Corvette," the Cheetah was born out of a desire to take on Carroll Shelby’s Cobra.

With only 11 first-generation Cheetahs ever built, finding one is a true rarity.

Small, But Mighty

The Cheetah was powered by a 327-cubic-inch Chevrolet V8, with a unique design that allowed it to skip the need for a driveshaft.

This car was all about speed, hitting a staggering 215 mph at Daytona, although officially clocked at 185 mph at Elkhart Lake in 1964.

A True Time Capsule

The Cheetah is regarded as one of the most original and complete examples of its kind. With a period-correct 327 V8 and original racing components, it’s a rolling time capsule from the golden age of racing.

A Forgotten Contender

While it never got the chance to go head-to-head with the Cobra in official competitions, the Cheetah still managed to win 11 major races in 1964 alone.

Though low production numbers kept it from broader recognition, the Cheetah remains a true piece of racing history.

[kaurwreck]

fun fact! the contemporary Japanese constitution as amended does not and can't exist in bsd. this isn't conjecture— there are institutions that still exist in bsd that were dissolved by Japan's current constitution, and the events leading to Japan's current constitution have not happened in bsd.

Japan's constitution was rewritten by US General Douglas MacArthur in 1946, in the aftermath of WW2. But WW2 hasn't happened in bsd. (This is also not really conjecture; it's evidenced by there being a Great War and Fukuchi's aims to prevent a second would-be-greater war— irl, the Great War was only called that prior to WW2 because it was, until WW2, the most destructive, widespread war in the modern world. We then had an even greater war and so began numbering them.)

but, it's not even only that WW2 hasn't happened. you might have noticed bsd's Great War parallels but doesn't mirror irl!WW1— in bsd; the international alliances were different (ex: France was allied with Japan and Germany); Japan disengaged from the Great War before its conclusion (after Fukuzawa killed Japan's war hawks); the subsequent peace treaty was between France, Germany, and England (in lieu of the Treaty of Versailles); different nation states arose in the aftermath (the Republic of Nares only exists in bsd, it never existed irl— but WW1 did collapse empires and beget several new nations); the Great War beget the United Nations instead of the League of Nations; etc.

it's not clear precisely where bsd's alternate history breaks from ours— or if there was ever even a break or if it's an entirely parallel timeline—but it is canon that the Port Treaties that forcefully opened irl Japan exist in bsd but were never abolished like they were irl in 1899. it's canon that Suribachi City formed after itty bitty baby Chuuya black hole kaiju'ed a foreign settlement in Yokohama since there wasn't any appetite to rebuild it— which means that as recently as approximately a decade prior to canon, there were still foreign settlements in Japan. this is further confirmed by the Colonel in 55 Minutes.

all of this to illustrate: any claim regarding bsd!Japan's laws based on irl!contemporary Japan is incorrect unless specifically affirmed in canon. Based on the information we've been given thus far, the two Japans are operating on completely different legal frameworks.

in other words, there's no basis for deciding same sex marriage is illegal in bsd!Japan until Kafka Asagiri writes it into canon.*

*For example, I'm fairly certain Yokohama's municipal tax laws and regulations are similar enough to irl!Yokohama because Kunikida mentions a specific tax zone in Osamu Dazai's Entrance Exam that seemingly aligns with a tax zone specific to some contemporary Japanese municipalities, including Yokohama.

*Random fanfic of any gay BSD ships getting proposed to/are married/seems like they are married

“it’s cute and all but you’re forgetting that gay marriage is illegal in Japan”

Stfu, they are literally part of the mafia and have killed poeple, you really think they’d care about that💀

[depresssant]

'it's an american wedding. they don't mean too much. we were so in love.'

yandere!gojo x reader

synopsis : a simple senior year predicament landed you in a cage you were sure was bound to drive you insane.

it was always survival over luxury for you

amongst the rich kids, you were like a penny in a pile of a hundred dollar bills. seeing people with expensive cars and brand clothes that probably cost thousands of dollars never really mattered to you. you came from a very poor background and it never really mattered to you because there was nothing wrong with being poor. you really couldn't care less since some people were just unlucky. like you.

however, you didn't know what you were doing in a place like this.

everybody deserved the chance to climb out of poverty to live a good life. that was a belief you held onto firmly because it was the only thing that you kept you going, but you did not belong in an estate like this.

but now here you were, and you couldn't regret it more than you did right now.

"what the hell, satoru?"

the bane of your existence tilted his head and furrowed his brows in that manner that captured the hearts of everyone. if only they saw. if only they knew. if only they realized who this wolf in sheep's clothing truly was⏤that this persona of a kind, cheerful, and loving guy everybody knew and loved wasn't who he truly was. he was the devil walking amongst humans, and he was fooling them all.

"what?" he asked all innocently with his teasing grin and flirty eyes that finally weren't hidden behind those sunglasses that he wore everywhere.

"dinner with my mom? what the hell is wrong with you?"

"she invited me over, babe. what was i supposed to do? reject her offer?"

gosh, he was insufferable. he knew exactly what he was doing, but didn't want to admit it. the idea of his new, profound actions had made that pit of unease which settled in your stomach grow with each little skin-crawling thing he did.

this wolf sauntered around helpless sheep, picking them out one by one until he reached his prey. you. the thing was, you didn't know why he was so fixated on you.

that was the worse part.

he was out to get you, and you couldn't do anything but wait.

and satoru had now picked out your mother.

"leave her alone! she's got nothing to do with this!" you hissed out like a feral cat, but you were good at controlling your emotions. this rolling stone just managed to bring out the worst in you⏤the ugly you didn't know existed.

satoru laughed and wrapped his arms around you in a suffocating hug as he smothered himself into the crook of your neck. "relax." his arms tightened the second you tried to move around. it was a warning. "is it wrong for me to meet my wife's mom? besides, your mom is an amazing cook. i can see where you got your skills from."

your mom.

the three days since you hadn't seen her felt like an eternity. was she worried? was she lonely? was she concerned about this “friend” you were having a sleepover with? considering your history, you wouldn't be surprised if she tore up the entire neighborhood looking for you before you were finally allowed to message her.

satoru's attention on you was like working a full time job in which you only clocked out when you fell asleep. even then, he found ways to ruin it for you, either with his helicopter behavior or die hard need to be touching you every second of the day.

your silence was something he didn't like, so he squeezed your body under his hold. that was enough of a threat. holding back a sigh, you reluctantly returned to running your fingers through his silky, pure snow-colored hair that surrounded his beautiful face like a halo. how could a person this beautiful be so vile?

if only you could save your mother from his poisonous claws.

"you know, your mother told me a few things about you."

"... what did she say?"

his sapphire blue eyes flicked up to stare into your eyes, and time came to a standstill when he smiled. he smiled like an angel but loved like the devil. if the devil could even love. you didn't want to admit that every time you looked into his eyes, your breath halted like the world around you. it went against your deep-rooted hate for him, but you'd be damned if you didn't crumble like ash when he set you on fire with his mere gaze.

satoru explained how your mother gushed and ranted on about how hard-working you were, how you were kind and caring, and how you needed a partner who would support you when times got difficult. he teased you about baby pictures of you, and you questioned whether this really was the same scrawny guy you saved from a bunch of bullies.

back then, he looked completely different from how he did right now. he wasn't some hot jock with a body that girls fan-girled over, no. he was a tall and scrawny kid with broken glasses, a busted lip, and bruises that told you he was clearly being bullied by his peers.

that fateful summer day, you were just taking a stroll through the neighborhood when he came tumbling towards you with four kids you knew all too well. ordering satoru to get behind you, you had beaten the crap out of everyone of those guys and patched him up at your home before walking him all the way back to his house.

he had vowed to meet you again, and well, he had done it.

that kid was so much more different than the guy you knew now, and you would be lying if you said you didn't feel a little solemn about it. he had changed for the worse. you should've know that when he made another appearance in your life. those four guys had disappeared.

satoru just followed you around like a bubbly guy trying to rope a grumpy and moody girl into a friendship, but you could do nothing but regret it now. he tailed you around to get evidence of you and your illegal “activities”. to threaten you.

you wished you never even saved him from those bullies that day. the thing was that you got into tussle with the police quite a lot. you got into fights a lot and had landed up in jail for the fifth time before getting released on probation. the deal was three strikes and you would land up in the slammer permanently. you were two strikes in when satoru got a video of you in a fight...

he used it to threaten you.

that was three months into school, and he had wound up with you in an abandoned warehouse near the place holding a party where the two of you were. he proposed his deal leading to you nearly going ballistic, but those three digits dialing the police were enough to make you settle down. 

satoru's deal was simple. if you became his girlfriend, then he wouldn't show the video to the police.

typical rich kid shit.

of course, he would use any means to get what he wanted. you were no exception.

reluctantly so, you accepted, and the seven month of agony begun. the smothering touches, the constant need to be near you, the controlling and obsessive behavior, the tracker in your phone? he was batshit insane!

you were a very patient person, though. rumors and history stated that most of his girlfriends lasted a maximum of a month before he got bored, so you waited. you waited, waited, waited, and waited! that was your fatal mistake.

how stupid of you.

one evening before prom changed it all.

the cool autumn breeze of the california evening blew at your loose strands of hair, the large palm trees casted shadows that fell down the lukewarm sand of the beach as clear and sparkly waves running along the orange and pink horizon crashed upon the shores, singing a faint tale of time.

"marry me."

staring at that blue diamond encased in a gold ring decorated with silver, you couldn't have helped but feel like chains had begun to wrap around you like boa snakes... slowly beginning to squeeze the life out of you.

satoru's eyes were bright and glowing like the colors of the diamond, and they looked up at you sinisterly with that grin that seemed to make the entire world fall apart around you. 

"we'll go to the courthouse tomorrow. who gives a damn about the elders?" his voice was pleading, but there it was. that tone. he spoke like he was stating. not pleading. "we'll have an american wedding."

and an american funeral.

for when he put the ring on your finger, you died.

...

the sun set, and you looked at the snake wrapped around your ring finger. it glimmered under the dim light of the bedroom like the glowing eyes of a predator staring from the shadows. 'you two were so in love with each other that it had driven the both of you insane!' satoru had claimed, but maybe...

maybe it was just you who had gone insane.

[puck-luck]

Ooh omg congrats on the 1K!!

I would like to request 5 of clubs with Jack Hughes please. (Maybe with an exhibition kink 🙈)

This isn't quite as clubs-like or exhibitionist, but I've been feeling slightly out of the mood today (I think because I had to make a lesson about the American relationship with Native Americans during colonization... not the most uplifting topic). Hoping for something better tomorrow!

Also I'm watching a 2.5 hour video essay about One Direction's history right now. I love that people can make whatever content they want, and they usually give it their all :)

after typing that i'm realizing that statement is really meta since i'm writing nhl fanfic. sigh. ok fine i guess i enjoy my own content whatever

Warnings: fingering, exhibition, Paul Mescal in Gladiator II WC: 592

You’ve never been one to keep trivial secrets from Jack. He’s your boyfriend and you are thoroughly against miscommunication. Your openness has resulted in plenty of fun jokes for Jack, the latest of which has landed you in your current predicament. You’re in the bougie movie theater that Jack always splurges on, sitting in a plush recliner and watching Gladiator II. Jack thought this would be a fun date night, because– well– you love Paul Mescal. 

It’s something about his nose. It’s very Roman, which you find sexy. Jack knows this, and knows that you’ve particularly enjoyed the costume design of the film, even joking with you about dressing up like a gladiator for Halloween. 

He hadn’t mentioned it again until this morning, which is when he told you that he’d bought some tickets for the film. It had actually been out for a while now, so the theater is relatively empty, but you’d never had the time to see the movie. Jack, after all, had wanted to see it with you… probably because he wanted to pull something like this.

He knows that Paul Mescal is your celebrity crush. You’ve been repeating that to yourself since you realized that it’s the motivation behind Jack’s movements. His touch had been casual at first, just tapping his fingers against your thigh. He’d convinced you to wear a skirt by claiming you’d be going to dinner afterward. You expect that his real reason is that he wanted easy access.

His fingers are inside of you now, petting over your walls. He’s teasing you, moving slowly when Paul Mescal isn’t on screen and thrusting into you at a quicker pace when your crush graces your vision with his presence. Jack also particularly likes drawing circles over your clit as he moves inside you, constantly keeping you on the edge.

“Jack,” you hiss, ready to try and convince him to stop, even though you only half-want his movements to cease. You’re flushing a bit, eyes darting around the theater to make sure no one is watching you. There are only a few other groups in the theater: another couple two rows ahead, a group of university-aged girls near the middle of the theater, two middle aged women in the front row. All in all, there are less than fifteen people in this theater. 

“Be quiet, baby. I can’t have everyone hearing you,” Jack murmurs. He shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, continuing his movements. He’s acting completely normal, even as your cunt squeezes him tight. 

You bring your hand down and clutch his wrist, trying to halt his movements. 

Jack turns to you. “Do you really want me to stop?” He asks quietly. Paul Mescal starts speaking on the screen and Jack’s eyes flicker away from you to check the screen. His thumb increases its pace against your clit and his fingers flex rapidly inside of you. 

You whimper a bit, clenching down involuntarily. Your knuckles turn white while your fingers grip his arm. Your hips jolt.

Jack quirks an eyebrow. 

“No,” you admit, loosening your grip and allowing him to continue. 

“Just pay attention to Paul,” Jack encourages, smirking at you and brushing a kiss against your cheek. “I’m just here to help you along, baby.”

You scoff quietly, cringing a bit at his words. 

Jack clocks your reaction, his face breaking out in a tiny smile. He giggles to himself, tracing the line of your jaw before mouthing against your throat. “Don’t laugh. We’re having fun. You, me, and your other boyfriend.”