#Brianna Lust

[flower-radio]

i almost forgot to do an ahs animatic this year which is a crime so i threw this together very quickly enjoy

[mactrix2]

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[diorsainz]

𝓛𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 ⟢ nicholas alexander chavez.

𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 𝖫𝖤𝖳 𝖬𝖤 𝖨𝖭 by H.E.R. 𓂀

summary! your boyfriend desperately wants to get inside you and satisfy himself with you.

pairing: nicholas chavez x fem! oc

warnings: sexual content + unprotected sex! english isn’t my first language so i apologize if there are any grammar mistakes.

i will descend to your sex to explore each other under the eternal night, while we penetrate our desires to merge in the same communion, while the moon whispers your moans and our voices are sweet songs rising to the infinity.

tonight my breath will be the key to your fury that with each caress guides me in your lost madness. i will free the lions locked in the whisper of your gaze maddened by the need of mine.

roar at me, growl at me, awaken your animal instinct with me. my voracious hunger dissolves in the taste of your lips.

there will be no turning back and you will be the muse who in its humidity drowns my fantasies of loving.

“let me in.” he whispers softly into her ear, stirring up thunderstorms inside her.

brianna watched him intently, his naked torso and his fine brown locks falling over his shoulders, turning her man into a work of art worthy of admiration.

although for nicholas, the work of art was her, the fine curves of her naked hips and the subtle corners of her lips curving into a slight smile, similar to the mysterious smile of the monalisa, nicholas would become her Leonardo da Vinci that night.

the touch of his rough fingers made her skin crawl, running with cursed energy over every part of her body.

caressing her pelvis, nicholas moved down her legs until he reached her femininity, her most precious lost treasure.

he grabbed one of her thighs tightly, running his tongue over it, playing with her skin, while brianna begged for mercy, she wanted it with all her might.

“brianna”

the sound of her name coming out of his mouth made the brunette shudder, as if nothing else existed but the two of them. it made her sound so unique, so full of lust, so special. she only belonged to him and no one else.

she watched him intently, raising her gaze to him.

“beg me,” he acclaimed.

“nicholas, please, i’m begging you,” brianna sighed with subtle desperation.

with a mischievous smile playing on the corner of his lips, nicholas left small bites on her thighs, exploring every part of her figure until he reached her intimacy.

he ran his tongue over her clit, drawing circles around it. he licked his lips and enjoyed its sweet and salty taste. he loved that bittersweet taste every time he went deep inside her.

without warning, he began to insert one of his fingers inside her, then he inserted the second, feeling how her intimacy became wetter by the moment, getting wetter and wetter as he went through her.

“fuck, you’re so wet brianna, i love it,” he growled fiercely against her skin.

he continued to thrust his fingers in and out in time with light licks all over her clit. brianna sighed and moaned non-stop, pulling hard on the black satin sheets. she couldn't help it, feeling his tongue inside her felt so good, so fucking pleasurable.

she grabbed his hair and squeezed it hard, pulling him closer to her. she felt the fire burning in her insides, she was about to reach orgasm.

nicholas enjoyed every moan, every sigh, he didn't want to stop, he had his girl right where he wanted her, and he loved it. she filled him with pleasure in each and every one of his senses.

suddenly, she stood up from her spot, positioning herself on top of him, with his cock throbbing and his veins standing out, eager to enter her interior.

“i haven't asked you to finish yet,” nicholas said in a soft, demanding whisper.

“let me in," he desperately asked.

“all yours.” brianna spread her legs and opened her folds, giving him free entry.

nicholas pushed hard against her hips, eliciting a scream from brianna. he thrust in and out mercilessly, one thrust, two, three. he couldn't stop, he didn't want to stop.

“i want you to feel how I make you mine in the different ways you want, satisfying all your desires with hours of pleasure.”

a fleeting kiss burst onto their lips as they both moaned again and again. sweat dripped down their foreheads and the speed increased with each thrust.

nicholas had become an animal, eager and desperate to eat his prey.

“come, touch me, feel me, I want you to cum in me.” nicholas exclaimed against her ear.

brianna leaned her head back on the pillow and closed her eyes, she felt like she was touching heaven and at the same time entering hell.

she wanted with all her might to freeze time and stay in that intimate moment forever, she wanted to enjoy it, feel it until she couldn't anymore.

digging her nails into his back, she felt her fingers leave small marks on his rough skin. the sound of their sexes colliding echoed throughout the room.

and fuck, how good it sounded, it was music to both.

“fuck brianna.�� that signaled their end, both of them were about to reach the sweet climax.

she felt his whole body tense, his sharp breath piercing her mouth. she loved him, she loved every part of his soul.

one last thrust made them both finish in unison, culminating in pure pleasure and excitement.

nicholas lay down beside her, leaving a chaste but sweet kiss on her lips and stroking her hair softly. he wrapped his right arm around her neck, while brianna buried her face in his defined bicep.

his breathing was labored, and he could feel his entire chest rising and falling, while his heart was beating and pumping blood with force.

“you are beautiful, brianna,” nicholas confessed, before falling into morpheus' arms.

brianna smiled, caressing his sweaty cheeks from the excitement of the moment.

that night he placed his hands in her mind before reaching her waist, her hips or her lips.

that night he didn't call her beautiful, he called her exquisite.

© diorsainz — all rights reserved. hope you enjoyed it! ♡

[elly-grace]

The best day

Pairing Joe Burrow x reader

Thank you @funnyjb for proof reading

You and Joe stood in the Hotel bathroom getting ready for the NFL honors. Joe was in the running for NFL MVP. He was extremely excited to even be considered for it. The Bengals had a great run this season going 15-2, and they are playing in the superbowl on Sunday!

You knew eventually you'd have to wake your daughter up. But as for now you were enjoying alone time with your husband, even if he was blaring his Kid Cudi. You didn’t have anything against Kid Cudi’s music but it wasn’t what you’d choose. You were trying to listen to Taylor Swift while curling your hair, key word trying. You sighed, setting down the curling iron and turned to face Joe.

“Babe, can you turn your music down, please?”

“But, the music is so good!” He whined out in a joking manner.

“So is my Taylor Swift, but I’m not blaring it.”

He dramatically sighed and turned his music down.

“I have something to tell you.”

After you said that, you heard the bathroom door open. You see Brianna scuttle in the bathroom. You looked towards Joe giving him a small smile then mouthing ‘I’ll tell you later’.

Brianna was a mini you, she had your hair color, facial structure and if you asked Joe she also got your attitude. The only thing she got from Joe were her bright blue eyes.

“Mommy?”

You felt a pull at your dress and picked up the five year old.

“Yes my love what’s up?”

“You look so pretty!” She says while looking at you. She then turns to Joe, “and daddy, nice music dude.” She said sarcasm laced her voice. She definitely got the sarcasm from you, which was part of the reason Joe says she adapted your attitude. You tried to stop the laugh from coming, but you couldn’t. Joe gave you a look which was his way of saying, ‘come on be more mature’. But even he couldn’t stifle the laugh that left his throat.

“I’m going to go get her ready, please turn off the iron for me.”

You said then put Brianna down, she then ran back into the other room. As you were following her Joe grabbed your arm and pulled your back into his chest. Placing his lips on your ear.

“I do agree with Bri that you look incredibly pretty. It makes me think about making baby number two.”

He whispered into your ear, his voice sounded husky. You let out a soft moan at how he was making you feel and Joe definitely caught it. He turned you to look at him, a huge smirk plastered on his face. He knew what he was doing, he was trying to turn you on. He was seceding.

“Joe, that’s what I wanted to tell you. I’m already carrying baby number two.”

All the lust he was feeling moments prior was gone. Now he stood in front of you, his face lit up like a child’s face on Christmas. He hugged you tight then picked you up and spun you around. Once your feet we’re back on solid ground he gives you a long passionate kiss.

“When did you find out?”

“This morning, when I didn’t get my period two days ago I thought it was just going to be late. But when it didn’t come this morning I decided to just take a test. I was shocked to see that it was positive. I know we weren’t trying.”

“Oh my god baby I’m so happy!”

He gave you a peck although you could still feel the passion behind it. As you were going in for another quick peck there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?”

Joe yells from the bathroom.

“Ja’marr.”

Joe sighed. Of course it would be his best friend ruining this moment. Joe felt like alone time with you was impossible.

“I’ll be there in a minute.”

He yelled, although he knew as soon as Brianna heard Ja’marrs voice she’d be already unlocking the door. Brianna loved Ja’marr, he really was her bonus uncle. When you and Joe walked out of the bathroom you saw Ja’marr sitting on the couch. He was in a conversation with Bri, which quickly turned into him tickling her.

You looked between Joe and Ja’marr sensing they needed some bro time. You quickly jumped to action grabbing your five year olds hand.

“Hey Bri, let's give your dad and Uncle Ja’marr some guy time.”

“I want to be by uncle Marr though!”

Brianna started to throw a tantrum. Which all three of you went to shut down. But Ja’marr beat you and Joe to it.

“Hey bean, you can hang out with me later after we’re all done getting ready. But you have to get ready, you can’t show up to the NFL honors in your pajamas.”

You and Joe look at each other with pure happiness. You were so lucky that Ja’marr was in your lives. Not only was he Joe's best friend but he became one of your close friends, and he’s great with your daughter.

After hearing Ja’marrs words Brianna quickly jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom with you to get ready.

Once you and Brianna were in the bathroom Ja’marr started talking with Joe.

“Joe your the favorite for MVP”

“I know but if I’m being honest, I don’t need the award. Today has already been amazing. I got to spend l mostly uninterrupted time with my wife, and you want to know the best part? I found out I’m going to be a dad again.”

“Oh my god, Y/n’s pregnant?”

The smile on Joe's face was large, almost like a cheshire cat grin.

“I can’t believe you were able to wait four years. I thought you guys would be pregnant right away, with the way you two are. But I am so happy for you two!”

“Thanks man! Also it was kinda hard to be active with a little kid running around 24/7.”

Ja’marr laughed.

“We're going to be offensive player of the year and MVP. I'm calling it right now Joe!”

With that he walked out of the room, and went to finish getting ready himself.

Joe walks into the bathroom where you and Brianna were finishing getting ready. He stares at you causing heat to rise to your cheeks and butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You may have been married for almost five years but everytime he stares at you the same thing happens.

“How are my beautiful girls doing?”

“Good! Mommys music is way better than yours daddy!”

This caused both you and Joe to laugh.

“Oh is that so? You like Taylor Swift more than Kid Cudi?”

Brianna nods her head and stares at Joe waiting for his response. He knew Brianna loved Taylor Swift, she knew every song.

“Okay, Y/N I think we need a son. I’m out numbered. It’s not fair.”

Joe spoke acting like a four year old, which in response you patted his back.

“You love being a girl dad, don’t even lie.”

He sighed, you smiled knowing you were right. Joe loved being a girl dad.

“Now don’t go revealing my secrets! You two look beautiful, are you guys completely ready?”

“Yeah almost, I just have to put my shoes on.”

Joe went and grabbed your shoes and told you to sit.

“Here let me”

He put your shoes on for you. You thank him with a kiss.

After the three of you were ready you went to Ja’marrs room and all got into the car that was sent for you. Joe and Ja’marr requested to listen to Kid Cudi, which did not shock you at all. Once you get to the event, you and Brianna walk inside to your seats and wait for Joe to finish walking the nfl honors carpet.

The night went on as the nfl honors were being announced then finally it was OPTY. Which Ja’marr won! Then it was MVP. This was the moment that had Joe nervous, he was up against Lamarr, Patrick Mahomes, and Jalen, which was some tough competition. As they announced it you could see Joe started to shake slightly, but then they said his name. Joe just won MVP! This was the best day of his life. He looked at you as he received the award.

His speech was short and to the point making sure he thanked everyone who made it possible for him to revive this award. Coach Taylor, Ja’marr and his other receivers, his O-line, and then most importantly You and Brianna.

[ospreyeamon]

revan as the ghost

I had the odd experience of playing KOTOR 1 and having my Revan, then playing KOTOR 2 and discovering that I liked its Revan more than mine. Revan as Narrative Ghost/Controversial Historical Figure is far more interesting to me than Revan as main character.

Part of it is that 2 fleshes out Dark-Side pre-amnesia Revan into a more compelling character. All of the juicy hints about the deeper plan and purpose behind the Jedi Civil War, the past relationship with Kreia who is as preoccupied with her former student’s legacy as with her own, the probable betrayal of Revan’s own forces led by the Exile at Malachor V.

The motivation of preparing for the future great war against the True Sith is great because it doesn’t preclude the other motivations of vengeance, power-lust, and the love of warfare. Revan might have despised the atrocities of the Jedi Civil Wars as evils necessary to save the galaxy. Revan might have subconsciously latched onto the True Sith as an excuse to solve the problems with the Republic and Jedi Order using outright warfare because everything looked like a nail after the Mandalorian Wars. Revan might have just been acting with an eye to the long-term logistics of forcibly holding power in the Republic post-conquest and was never planning on fighting the True Sith Empire because Revan thought it was a real threat, but because another war would be politically convenient. Revan might have slid from one to another over time.

Maybe Revan always considered himself to be loyal to the Republic, even if the Republic didn’t always appreciate the form that loyalty took. Maybe Revan decided that democracy doesn’t work and the Republic would be better off under a competent autocrat. Maybe Revan decided that the structure of the Republic’s constituent governments – mostly monarchies, aristocracies, and corporate plutocracy – meant that it wasn’t a real democracy and believed a benevolent dictatorship could be used to build a foundation of true democracy. Maybe the future long-term structure of the Republic’s government wasn’t a major consideration, with Revan taking the pragmatic view that the best government for the Republic would be the one that enabled it to survive.

Supplying that backstory as a jigsaw of character dialogue was an excellent choice, especially since it also works well for the events of the first game. Brianna the Handmaiden believes Revan showed the desire of his heart when he killed Malak during the Battle of Rakata Prime; Kreia thinks she’s completely wrong about that.

All the characters have at least heard of Revan; the Exile, Kreia, T4-M4, Mandalore, HK-47, and the Jedi Masters knew Revan personally. And, beyond being a mere person, Revan represents things to people.

Kreia is invested in the idea that Revan was always driven by some vision of a greater good, that she never became primarily ruled by hatred or power-lust. Kreia has a low opinion of those she views as dominated by emotion and is unwilling to believe her prize student ever fell into that trap. She really wants every choice her old Padawan made to have been well-informed and well-considered, always feeding towards Revan’s larger goals rather than undermining them. (Yet, there are a couple of Revan’s actions, like killing Malak, that I feel Kreia would have preferred to blame on the Force, on the unfairness of the universe, rather than on Revan.)

It’s a major blind-spot in Kreia’s assessment of Revan. Cutting Malak’s jaw off but keeping him as her second-in-command – seemingly not expecting any negative effect on Malak’s loyalty – is unlikely to have been anything but a short-sighted emotional outburst on Revan’s part.

In contrast to Kreia’s narrative, I think that Revan’s disappearance in unknown space between the games was unplanned and unwilling. Revan apparently spent years attempting to build a massive logistical staging ground for a war with the True Sith; locating the Star Forge, invading to capture Republic infrastructure, brutally converting captured Jedi. Why, after previously engaging in such large-scale preparation, would Revan leave to fight the True Sith alone, without telling anyone but T3-M4? Why would Revan leave without warning Admiral Carth of the Republic Navy and battle-meditation master Bastila Shan about the threat?

More likely, I think, that Revan’s memories were returning in tatters and scraps. Revan became increasingly sure that there was something important she couldn’t remember; some vital secret that would explain so much, and spell disaster if not uncovered. Revan’s journey to unknown space began as a temporary trip retracing a past journey, searching for prompts to resurface those memories. Something went wrong.

Or maybe I’m wrong. Maybe Revan despaired of the state the Jedi, Revanchist Sith, and Galactic Republic were in after the Battle of Rakata Prime and the “end” of the Jedi Civil War; despaired of the mess she had apparently made trying to manipulate the Republic and Jedi into forms capable of standing up to the True Sith. Maybe Revan came to doubt his previous assessment that the True Sith Empire were planning to invade the Galactic Republic, since it had been more than a decade since the beginning of the Mandalorian Wars with still no sign of them, and left to do some quiet scouting without raising what might be a false alarm that triggered an avoidable conflict.

Another judicious choice of character trait with KOTOR 2’s Revan was – and even post-amnesia still continued to be – secretive. Revan kept the grand strategy for the Mandalorian Wars close to her chest; good for operation security, but also good for hiding your plan to purge your own forces. Even HK-47 and Kreia, who were close to the Revanchist Sith’s upper command structure, aren’t certain what Revan was trying to achieve because Revan didn’t tell them. When Revan vanishes between the games, it is seemingly without having told any of her companions save T3-M4 where or that it was to investigate the True Sith Empire. That repeated failure to share information provides another justification for the ambiguity.

That bled through when I replayed 1 and imagined a new Revan, a stranger even to himself.

How did you change so much? Could you change again?

You remember your mother’s face, remember her voice as she read to you from the histories she loved so much, but the records in the Jedi archives imply that’s impossible, that you were given to the Order too young. You remember racing your swoop bike across the fields of Dantooine as a teenager; as a teenager you were a Padawan studying in the Enclave there. How many of your memories are real? How much of you is real?

Is there a monster slumbering under your skin that might awake, unravelling the person you are now to take your place? Did the young Revan have all the Jedi Masters fooled, rotten from the very beginning? Might you eventually live your life haunted by nightmares of committing another person’s atrocities?

More frightening than the idea that you and the Revan lost to amnesia are different is the idea that you are the same; that your past choices won’t be beyond comprehension or justification. If you remember, will you understand why you started the war? If you remember, will you understand why you bombed Telos? If you remember, will you discover that you have been the person who could make those choices all along?

[beachlifelez]

Years in the brewing, since puberty, actually, sisters Bella and Brianna were finally ready. And it was younger sister Bella who gave the final push on that hot summer day in the beach house they rented for the week.

"I love you, Bri. Total, no holds barred love. Can you love me like that?"

"I think I already do, I already have loved you like that. But do we dare continue down this path?"

"Our path has been set; it is just now the need for courage to proceed forward. I am so hot for your touch. I want to be totally surrounded by your love, by your lust, by your sex. You need it as badly as I do. Let me prove it to you. Right now."

"Then we are to become lovers?"

"We already are, my darling sister. We just need to consummate our lifelong relationship. In my bed. In whatever ways we can dream of."

"I've dreamed a lot of ways, truth be told."

"As have I. And we have the rest of our lives together to make all those dreams come true."

"Take me down the path, Bella. I am ready."

[cfbetabankruptt]

You will be broken for bratty brianna 😈

More than you even deserve 🌀

Betray your urges for me & obey your lust 🤭

[darkmessiah2000]

My OC Backstory Part 3:

(I switched back and forth calling Naomi Jordan later on but just remember their the same person)

Jordan would travel this strange new world with this Monk, learning things about humans, both good and bad, learning the different faiths practiced by those who live in The Holy Land, The Monk of always been opened minded and engaged with people of other faiths, (Hebrews and Muslims alike) during his pilgrimage he took time to teach Jordan of his faith (Catholicism) which she took an interest of learning more along with the other faiths, after his Pilgrimage it was time for him to head home to his hermitage in Belgium, not far from Westmalle Abbey, Jordan began to love the old monk like a father, and the Monk saw Jordan as they daughter he never had, they lived happily together in that little hermitage, The Monk taught her and welcomed her into the Catholic faith (going so far as to baptize her) despite all this happiness, a dark feeling was lurking in Jordan’s heart, a feeling of vengeance against the monsters who took her mothers away from her, she made a vow to herself that one day she would return to Hell and train herself to face Adam & Satan once for all, of course she would tell these feelings to the monk who of course didn’t 100% agree with, as Vengeance belonged to the Lord, but he asked if she would be doing this for what was done to her, or to keep these monsters from destroying any more lives, Jordan had no answer to this. For the next 9 years they lived in peace, Jordan kept learning more about this World, and would love to explore it more, but one day The Monk got real sick, both he and Jordan knew that his time in this world would not be much longer, on his death bed, he told Jordan how he had lost his daughter and wife when he was young, and he had become a Monk, he had a gift for Jordan’s 18th birthday, a black cross necklace which she accepted with tears, he told her that he loved her and then he passed, now alone once again, Jordan and the other monks of Westmalle Abby gave him a proper burial, saying goodbye to her father figure, there was only one she could do now, return to Hell and began training, using her Asmodeus Crystal she opened a portal and returned for the first time in 9 years. When Naomi was young, her mothers had a very close friend (she didn’t realize it when she was young but more like very close friends with benefits) The Countess Alexandria Valentine, she was also a very powerful/beautful alchemist who Asmodeus had put in charge of creating Asmodeus Crystals (as well as regulating & licensing them) she and hundreds of other women were trained as warriors by Kali herself, known as the Vishakanya of Kali, if there was anyone could train her it was her.

(While the Lust Ring’s weather is usually dark and raining, Alexandria’s castle was located in the only part of the Lust Ring where the sun only shined, it still rained constantly but was a sun-shower type weather, also considered the most beautiful part of the Lust Ring)

When she arrived, Naomi was captured and brought before the Countess who wanted to know who this beautiful stranger was, Naomi told her she was the daughter of Kali & Brianna which Alexandria thought was lie, Naomi did manage convince Valentine of her linage much to the shock of the later, but while Alexandria was willing to train Naomi in the way of her mother, she felt that she would need to a different form of training, so she gave Naomi a task travel the human world and learn their ways of fighting, after all Kali spent thousands of years amongst them fighting, if there is anyone who she could truly learn the art of war from it’s humanity.

[flower-radio]

girls are so important to me

[ripped-up-newspaper]

a continuously updating list of books I would like to read, the crossed out titles are those I’ve finished;

Crime and punishment, fyodor dostoyeysky

Where they burn books they also burn people, marcos antonio hernandez

The mind of god, dr. jay lombard

The evolution or mortality, richard joyce

The fear of the feminine, erich neumann

The yiddish policemen's union, michael chabon

Memoirs of lady trent, marie brennan

All's well, mona awad

If we were villains, M.L. Rio

The outsider, albert camus

The metamorphosis, Kafka

Sleepless nights, elizabeth hardwick

Heaven, Mieko Kawakami

The Kites, Romain Gary

House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski

How to Justify Torture, Alex Adams

Paradise Rot, Jenny Hval

The Man Who Watched The Trains Go By, Georges Simenon

The Yellow Wallpaper, Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Fear and Trembling, Soren Kierkegaard

Lust For Life, Irving Stone

Existentialism From Dostoevsky to Sartre, Walter Kaufmann

A Certain Hunger, Chelsea G. Summers

The Collector, John Fowles

Frankenstein, Mary Shelly

The Resurrectionist, E.B. Hadspeth

Play It As It Lays, Joan Didion

The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think, Brianna Wiest

Newsflash, Mira Grant

Seven Against Thebes, Aeschylus

Lysistrata, Aristophanes

The Wasps, Aristophranes

Smoke, Dan Vyleta

The Count of Monte-Cristo, Alexandre Dumas

Froth On The Daydream, Boris Vian

Bel-Ami, Guy de Maupassant

Howl’s Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones

Native Tongue, Suzette Haden Elgin

The Judas Rose, Suzette Haden Elgin

Earthsong, Suzette Haden Elgin

The Deeper The Water The Uglier The Fish, Katya Apekina

If The Body Allows It, Megan Cummings

Am I Disturbing You?, Anne Hebert

Things We Lost In The Fire, Mariana Enriquez

Nightbitch, Rachel Yoder

Parasite Eve, Hideaki Sena

The Red Market, Scott Carney

Women In The Picture, Catherine McCormack

[renee-writer]

Single Chapter 19

AO3

They walk past Mary, hastily removing her things from the Laird’s room. With a red face, she courtesies towards Claire. Her actions remind Claire of what she walked in on. As exhausted as she is, they will need to discuss it, this night.

 

“Shall I place Brianna in the nursery?” His voice brings her back to the present.

 

“No, keep her with us, at least for tonight. I don’t want her waking up scared and alone.”

 

He nods assent. “Aye.”

 

They enter the Laird’s room. She recalls the first time she entered there. The talk of his parents, especially his father. The sword under the bed. Was it still there or had he gifted it to Fergus or Rabbie?

 

She is usually not a jealous person but… the idea that, had she not came when she did, Mary would be sleeping beside him. Loving him. It is made worse by the fact that she likes her. She is kind, a great mother, with a gentle but strong spirit.

 

Jamie lays their sleeping daughter on the bed. Claire slips her boots off her child and then herself. The slip under her dress will do for a night gown.  First she needs to remove the coin and medication, the pictures hidden in her dress.

 

She takes them out, one by one. Jamie watches, eyes wide, as with, seemingly magic, she brings forth the hidden gems.

 

“I know that times are tough here, after the Raising. I wanted to bring as much coin as I could to help.” She explains.

 

He walks over, fingering it.  “This will surely help.” Gold and silver lay in piles on the dressing table. “Thank you.”

 

“I am the Lady of Lallybroch. It is my duty and privilege to help.” Again, that edge in her voice . He swallows. The other items catch his eye.

 

“What is this?”  A knife like object, shaped like none he has ever seen.

 

“Medicine. It helps keep infection, ah festering, away.” She explains.

 

“Ahh, a most useful thing.”

 

She carried the pictures, wrapped in a handkerchief. He opens it and gasps. Her own heart gives a lurch.

 

“What?”

 

“They are called photographs, images captured with light. Like a portrait.” She spreads them out, “I wanted you to see Brianna as a infant.”

 

He picks the first up with a shaky hand. Claire holding their child, newly born. The baby in a carriage. He wordlessly goes through them, tears falling.

 

“Thank you, Claire.”

 

She hates to interrupt this moment but…” You’re welcome. We have to discuss Mary.”

 

He nods. They walk over to the bed where their child sleeps. Both take seats on the edge.

 

“It has been three and a half years. Where you lonely? Lustful? Do you love her?”

 

He sits the photos aside and takes her hands. “I love no other woman, outside you.”

 

She nods. “Then?”

 

“She was loyal. When we barely had anything to eat, she went foraging. Jenny was very sick at the start of this pregnancy. Mrs. Crook did all she could to help but… Mary ran the house. She saw all ran smoothly until Jenny was able to get back on her feet.

 

After I returned, sae weak and near death,” he absently rubs the scar on his leg through his breaks, “she sat up with me, reading and praying. So, when Jenny started talking about the need of a new wife. ‘Lallybroch needs a mistress,’ being how she put it, Mary was the person we both thought of. Even so, I told her Nae.  Not as long as I should have.” He shakes his head, “I never once stopped loving you, praying for you and our child. But, a man does get lonely.”

 

“And needs a woman in his bed. Especially a woman that loves him.”

 

He frowns. “Mary doesn’t …”

 

“Trust me, Jamie, she does.”

 

The way he sits, mouth slightly agape has her fighting laughter.

 

“I didn’t know.”

 

“A part of you did. I am not upset. How can I be? I wasn’t here. You never expected me to return. You sought comfort where you could. I am back now. The marriage didn’t happen. All is well. Will you help me out of my dress? I am well and truly done in.”

 

With nerveless fingers, he does.

[ripleybelieveitx]

Is this the end? / Demi & Gionna

Does anyone know what love is? Real love was a mystery that everyone longed to find. Demi didn't know if this was love or lust but her and Gionna had been doing this dance for awhile now. Demi was running and spiraling all at the same time as she turned to Brianna, Matt and Dominik to make herself believe that she wasn't still in love with the crazy Jersey girl. She couldn't be, they were polar opposites and she felt weak around her. Weak in the way that butterflies flew in her stomach.

Demi didn't care what people thought as much as she was afraid of being hurt again. The only real opinions she cared about were hers, her families and Luis's. They had seen her through the hardest times of her life, yet here she was at Gionna's trying to to justify being there by telling herself she had to see her one last time to be sure if those feelings were truly dead.

She had only had a brief time at home to freshen up before flying back out for Smackdown. Once she'd landed, she headed to the hotel that Gionna was staying at, making her way to the room number she'd sent her. The wait after she'd knocked felt like an eternity, anxiety twisting in her stomach that she tried valiantly to ignore. When Gionna opened the door, Demi found herself smiling, a natural reaction, and she bent to kiss her on the cheek before she entered. "Thanks for agreeing to see me."

@livforevcr

[ironicscavenger]

Seven Sins Challenge: Which of your OCs fits pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, gluttony and sloth. Then pass it on...

This is such a fun prompt! Thank you for sending this ask, my dear friend.

Gotta admit, it was a bit harder that I thought to choose, because my characters have a million flaws, but not really enough to call them sins. Still, I think I did them justice.

Pride: Piper Blue

Piper fits here for a number of reasons. First, as a lesbian, she’s always worn pride like a badge of honor. She knew who she was since she was a child, and she never looked back. But she’s also a proud agent, mother, sister, wife, daughter, friend, and aunty. She’s always been proud of the people she loves, and to be a part of their lives. In her line of work, she’s always the best in her field, and she knows it.

Greed: Octavia Coldwell

This one I didn’t even need to think about. All Octavia ever wanted was to have it all: the money, the status, the lifestyle… Everything about her, from her actual personality, to how she presents herself, it’s all calculated and orchestrated to earn her everything and more. In the end, she lost her family because of it. To her, it probably doesn’t matter that much. A complete narcissist, she cannot care about anyone, except herself.

Wrath: Felicity Blue

For years, Felicity looked for the people who took her parents away from her. Her anger, though justified, consumed her entire being. She could think of nothing but revenge. She didn’t get what she wanted, but she got what she needed: justice. However, it cost her a lot. It is still unclear whether or not she can get what she lost back. But, at least, her anger has been appeased.

Envy: January Storm

January’s envy is not what you think. All she ever wanted was to be ordinary. People around her were normal. They didn’t have to worry about perfection, or rules, not in the way she did. She found a way to walk away, though. It took a lot of bravery, but finally, she was ordinary. No cost would have been too high to get the life she wanted.

Lust: Brianna Navarro

Brianna likes women. She likes them a lot. But maybe, someday, someone will come to take her sinful ways away. Or maybe not. Who knows.

Gluttony: Alexis Newton

Alex likes cooking. But, most importantly, he loves eating what he cooks. His wife does not complain though. His specialty? Early morning pancakes with homemade whipped cream.  

Sloth: Fred Gillespie

Growing up in a wealthy family, it is no wonder Fred is not too interested in working. He always thought he’d just live off of his parent’s law firm, maybe find a low-level job there and inherit the rest. But life had other plans, and now, that is no longer an option. Who knows what the future will bring now, but he plans on taking the time to figure it out while living off the remains of his inheritance and the sale of the firm. If push comes to shove, he can rely on his big brother.

[influencermagazineuk]

Bringing a Part of Pugh: Andrew Garfield in Red Carpet Gesture at London Film Festival

The British actress Florence Pugh couldn't attend the premiere of her film as she is already busy with another movie but that wasn't a valid reason for Andrew Garfield to walk the red carpet solo. He turned up for the London Film Festival along with his unusual co-star - life-sized cardboard cutout of Florence Pugh - where she became the delight of many a photographer and fans. The John Crowley-directed film targets the emotional journey of a young couple, and the star-studded cast features Pugh as Almut, a chef diagnosed with cancer, while Garfield takes on the role of Tobias, her partner, and father to their three-year-old daughter. The film tackles a heavy subject matter like illness and mortality, leading some to call it "life-affirming." Bex Walton from London, England, CC BY 2.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0, via Wikimedia Commons This impression proved to be a far cry from the reality, as Pugh did not walk the red carpet for her film's premiere. However, her influence on the film and the narrative was palpable all along. Pugh's role in We Live In Time explains her much-talked-about shaved head, which she debuted at the 2023 Met Gala. She caused quite a stir in the fashion world then, but in reality, it had direct ties to her portrayal of Almut, who is in remission from cancer at the start of the film. Meanwhile, Almut falls for Tobias, who, incidentally, was recovering from his painful divorce as a marketing executive for Weetabix. The characters meet in a dramatic fashion; he is hit by Almut's car, and a bond slowly turns into love. However, their plans for a future together are shattered when the cancer returns for Almut. Though the film has somber tones to it, its story about love, life, and its loss has earned praise for its sincerity. The film premieres at Royal Festival Hall in the UK, after having successfully crossed the boundary to Toronto International Film Festival. Garfield, synonymous with charm and wit, could pride himself for walking the red carpet alongside cardboard cutout of Pugh-though he made light of it by stating he did not mind missing the actress because, well she was cut from cardboard after all. We Live In Time received mixed reviews from critics. Some of them, like The Hollywood Reporter's David Rooney, were touched by the depth with which the film was emotional. He praised director John Crowley for bringing such sensitive themes across with a "tender yet truthful touch." He called it a poignant look at life and death. For Rooney, "Seldom has such an unflinchingly honest take on mortality felt so transcendently life-affirming." However, still other critics were less than enthused. Kirsty Puchko of Mashable called it "the biggest cinema disappointment of the year," because it was bereft of emotional appeal even though the film boasts great stars on the set in the form of Garfield and Pugh. "This is not a hot or even sweaty embrace of lust and love, but a soggy handshake of a film," Puchko said, a deeply disappointing film that failed to bring hefty emotions. One of such opinions was given by Brianna Zigler of The AV Club, who said that characters seemed to be underdeveloped and this was accompanied with overly sentimental plot. "Everything about Tobias and Almut is so easy and sanitised, so positively twee and precious, that they are borderline unbearable to watch." Another complaint was the simplicity of characters-their underdevelopment ruined the entire movie. A weakness, however, has been the lack of chemistry between Garfield and Pugh, which here has proved to be largely one-way, at least tonight. Apart from the chemistry, their on-screen chemistry has been highly acclaimed. Other great subplots within the film, like Almut getting herself involved with an international chef championship, flesh out stories involving these characters. It was a nice evening set up and done well within the humor of his situation by Garfield as he posed by the cut-out of Pugh. His niceness brought some levity to the evening, to even up the serious undertones which the film itself had set. The fans and attendees could not help but be charmed into action by what Garfield had done. We Live in Time can be seen as a reunion of sorts for Garfield and Crowley, who collaborated for the first time on one of Garfield's first notable films, Boy A. It is amazing to see the duo once again, and there is huge buzz with people eager to know how their creative chemistry has evolved since then. That, of course, should provoke more debate for the rest of the festival. Not everyone will like the approach to storytelling in We Live In Time. Hailed as tender and life-affirming, or criticized as twee and underwhelming, it is that kind of film that has taken its leave. And while Pugh was not there to receive this performance in person, she was felt throughout- partly due to Garfield's resourceful handling of her not being there. Read the full article

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´´I don't think she's an A-lister in his Rolodex... 🤭´´

Yet Brianna is part of his entourage because she was with him and his other friends at the restaurant, and for her birthday in Nevada (or after we don't know), during the holidays on the same boat (she wears his cap). He was also there for her 33rd birthday, there is a photo where we see JL's arm. It seems to me that I saw it on your blog by the way.

So maybe she also has her chance or maybe she already had it 🤷‍♀️. Did they have a relationship?

A man who schtoops 20-smthg hotties is suddenly lusting for Chandler´s former PA who´s pushing 40 and looks extremely... well... ruff comes to mind.

And don´t even get me started on the rogue chesticles and T-Rex-leggies.

This is what JL suddenly craves?

Is that really what you´re getting at? 🤔

[mommasaystoread]

#MyReview

I do not like kidnapper "romances." I've tried reading a few, and while I love dark romance, I don't think Stockholm syndrome is love. There, I said it, and I know it's not really a popular view in romance books, but it is what it is.

What I do like is pretty much anything I've read by Melanie Moreland, and I figure if anyone can win me over with a kidnapper romance, it will be her. So, I started reading - and I didn't stop until I absolutely could not hold my eyes open any longer. I absolutely love this kidnapper romance. It's definitely not what I would consider anything close to Stockholm syndrome, but I'll just tell you that even if it were, Dante is so darn lovable, I don't think I would've minded.

The story is all about the insta-lust, but honestly, I can remember being pretty attracted to my man when we first met, so insta-lust away, Dante and Brianna, because I couldn't get enough of this couple. Then, there are the cakes! I was ready to hit the local bakery and just bring everything home. (I'm not much of a baker, but I can order up a storm at the bakery counter.)

To sum it up, My Favorite Kidnapper is funny, it's sweet, and it's sexy. That's a hard-to-beat combination, in my opinion.

Turns out, reading this one wasn't nearly enough of this couple, so I listened. The audiobook was everything I hoped for, and when I reread the book (because I definitely will), Maxine Mitchell and John Lane will be the voices in my head. I've listened to and enjoyed both narrators several times, and they pull out all the stops on this one. Dante's arrogance, Brianna's insecurity, the mutual attraction that becomes so much more... all of it comes through in the performances of John Lane and Maxine Mitchell. Melanie Moreland couldn't have placed My Favorite Kidnapper in better hands. So, read it, listen to it, or follow my suggestion and do both! You won't regret it. 

@melanie-moreland-author