#FINE LITERATURE

[themenslibrary]

[ntls-24722]

you hear russtling in your closet you open ythe door and BOOM its me eating cheese but youre actually having a nightmare but NO you wake up on a raft floating down the river and its like that iomne scene in the totanic but onstyead of being sad you push me off the door and watch my droewn. BUT IT WAS ACTUALLY A DFREAM IN A DREAM AND YOU WAKE UP COVERED IN GLITTER. CONGRATS ITS A BAGUETTE

it most certainly is a baguette

[pansy-placebo]

*I breeze into a social event, my meek butler in tow, and take a deep breath*

"Ah-ha! Hello, people! I am here to find someone to have intercourse with! I'm, uh... Psst, how does the saying go again?"

*my companion leans over to whisper in my ear*

Thank you- *ahem* I'm a simple shingle and I'm ready to tingle!

*the butler shakes his head and whispers again. My brow furrows*

Well that's just stupid, how does that make any sense? How about this instead: I'M THE LAST CRISP AND I'M READY TO BANG YOU-

*my butler cannot interrupt me fast enough*

Oh?

*he keeps whispering as I slowly begin to nod*

It has to rhyme? Fine. Well. How about:

I'M SINGLE AS FUCK AND READY TO FUCK!!

*my butler nods warmly in approval, and realises, not for the first time, that in this moment he feels a bit more than simple pride over my literary prowess. We lock eyes, and he knows he's falling in love with me*

*I see the look on his face and finally understand that my feelings for him may not be so one-sided after all*

*we slowly lean into our first kiss, months of tension between us finally coming to a head as we simultaneously feel a release in tension with a rise in excitement, the world around us no longer matters*

*We are both picked up by our scruffs and held by a man twice our height and girth. He grunts something about decency. Our legs dangle, useless, while he takes long strides to the establishment's exit. He then throws us out the door, officially banning us from the funeral*

[cats-eat-humans]

Live,love,dog man

[k8loo]

What a fuckin roller coaster of emotion!!!! Every single chapter hit. They all killed me and the next one brought me back to life, just to start the whole process over. I love these idiots, I love this story, I love @ghost-proofbaby this is your magnum opus, a masterpiece in writing tension and complicated feelings. It’s gonna take me six years to process all of my feelings, but the ending was perfect. The perfect ending to a perfect story about to idiots in love 🩷🩷🩷🩷

twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)

→ in which eddie munson and you absolutely hate each other's guts. what happens when your friends make a bet that you can't spend more than twenty four hours consecutively together?

→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn

→ warnings: strong language, eventual smut, minors dni

→ pairings: modern!college!eddie x college!fem!reader

chapters with smut marked with *

spotify playlist.

ao3

masterlist:

PROLOGUE: A BET

HOUR ONE

HOUR TWO

HOUR THREE

HOUR FOUR

HOUR FIVE

HOUR SIX

HOUR SEVEN

HOUR EIGHT

HOUR NINE

HOUR TEN

HOUR ELEVEN*

HOUR TWELVE

HOUR THIRTEEN*

HOUR FOURTEEN

HOUR FIFTEEN

HOUR SIXTEEN

HOUR SEVENTEEN

HOUR EIGHTEEN

HOUR NINETEEN*

HOUR TWENTY

HOUR TWENTY-ONE*

HOUR TWENTY-TWO

HOUR TWENTY-THREE

HOUR TWENTY-FOUR

EPILOGUE: A BET*

"BEYOND THE HOURS" - extra content posted outside of canon 24 hours. (i.e. eddie povs, groupchat conversations that were cut, scenes mentioned in passing, etc.)

[shortnasties]

3001. The Danger of Fine Literature

This is called "The Danger of Fine Literature" In the soil, it's everywhere.

She is classically trained. She has gigantic kimonos in her boudoir. When she was thirteen she obsessively used the word chifforobe.

To vanquish her, you must cut her head off with a katana. The head must be burned. Drink the blood, before it drinks you.

There is a cycle we're not privy to. And shouldn't be. Sooner or later we all live in Philadelphia with a sadness we carry with us like a fanaticism.

[songthursh]

Alright, I will start with this one then - everything starts with the glorious revolution and everything starts with the night watch 🌸

[themenslibrary]

[14rainyday]

GO READ ACHILLES' SHIP RAAAAHHHH

He looked up at the sky, and risked a quick glance at Painter. The AIs eyes were wide, mouth agape. “It really does go on forever.” He breathed. Sebastian let out a wet chuckle, tears threatening at the corners of his eyes. “Wait until you see the stars.” He said, smiling through his bleary eyes. “You'll bring me out tonight?” “Promise.”

GO READ ACHILLES' SHIP IT'S SO GOOD: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59480374

[flowersforfrancis]

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Charles-Amable Lenoir (1860-1926) "À la Recherche du Temps Perdu" ("In Search of Lost Time") Oil on canvas

[cricketcat9]

For educational purposes

[die-rosastrasse]

Women & Books in Classical Art

Charles Edward Perugini, Carl Holsøe, Alfred Stevens, Edward Hughes, Alberto Piza, Léon Bazile Perrault, Alfred Stevens, Gabriel Schachinger, George Lawrence Bulleid

[life-spire]

[lithium-poet]

Daniel Kwan, Daniel Scheinert, Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) // Pinterest // Albert Rutherston, Laundry Girls // Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Fleabag // In Bed, The Kiss, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec // @cultof-aphrodite, Tumblr // @saiwormoon, Twitter // Pinterest // Lana Del Rey, Sweet // Ron Hicks, Spending More Time // @softkatie, Tumblr // Robert Browning // Owen Rival // Sufjan Stevens, Futile Devices // Jan Vermeer, The Love Letter // Lizzy McAlpine, Pancakes for Dinner // Taylor Swift, Sweet Nothing

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

[katlovestatelangdon]

i’m freaked.

tate in the rubber suit + some thigh riding 😛😛😛

꒰ anything for you, love of my life 🙏 ꒱ 𝅄

  ／ tate's grip on your waist was rough, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided you to rub yourself on his latex-clad thigh. "that's it, baby," he encouraged, his skin hot and sweaty underneath the black fabric that clung to his skin.

the material was slick with your arousal as you clutched his shoulders, dragging your bare cunt against his leg. "you look so pretty like that," he practically panted as you writhed against him.

his hands slid down from your hips to your ass, digging his fingers into the fatty flesh as he helped you move. "fuck, i love watching you get yourself off on me like this," he groaned, his own arousal evident in the way his cock strained against the confines of the rubber.

you were a mess of needy whines and moans as you desperately rocked against his thigh, the slippery material alone not providing enough friction to satisfy you.

"shh, it's okay baby. let me help you," tate cooed, almost hypnotically. one of his hands slid around to your front, delving between your legs to rub tight circles on your puffy clit while the other continued kneading your ass. "i've got you."

you moaned, your head falling back in pleasure as he finally touched you where you so desperately needed him. your nails dug into his skin as you bucked your hips into his hand.

"that's it, just like that," he encouraged, his fingers slick with your arousal as they worked your sensitive flesh. "you're doing so good, baby. don't stop."

"'m so close," you panted, feeling your pleasure building deep within you as he drew you closer and closer to the edge.

"come on, baby. let go for me," he urged, his touch firm and insistent as he guided you to the brink. "show me how good i make you feel."

you moaned his name as you came, your inner walls clenching and unclenching around nothing. tate continued to rub your clit, drawing out your orgasm until you were left trembling in his lap, your cum glistening on his rubber-clad thigh.

satisfied with his handiwork, the hand gripping your ass slid up your back, cupping the back of your neck and pulling you into a kiss. "So fucking pretty," he murmured against your lips, his other hand tracing shapes on your thigh.