#Human Billboard

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The Tenacious Five…..

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Human Billboard -- about 1880 by Jim Griffin Via Flickr: Advertisement for the studio of Julius Leschinsky (1860 - 1937), Grand Island, Nebraska -- Collection of the Library of Congress

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i present you all with my magnum opus:

turbo if he was sponsored by mug root beer

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« The Cyclist » by Natalia Goncharova

[nkirukaj]

Our Renaissance (6)

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Acts, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 1920s Slang

Genre: ANGST (& Humor!)

Word Count: 2.9K

The year is 1933.

“I love you, Vera.” He says with slow passionate thrusts “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved. And the only one I will ever love. No matter what happens, I want you to know that I love you.”

“Mhmmm. I love you too Alastor. You’re my one and only.” she reassures him wrapping her arms around his neck as he kisses hers

Her legs wrap around his hips to pull him deeper into her cunt, the wet squishes of her pussy make them both much warmer under their skin. Vera digs her nails into his back, clawing at his skin, adding to the scars she always saw but never asked about. Closer, she needed him closer. “Alastor, I need you. Don’t ever leave me,”

“I won’t ma cherie,”

“You promise?”

“I promise," he says moaning into the crook of her neck, dragging his tongue up across it, and leaving a small bite

She buries her face into his neck, taking in his scent, smelling something like freshly cut grass. His cock inside her was a feeling she never gotten used to, it felt as though she was being split apart in the best way possible.

“It feels so good Alastor, please keep going,”

“Yeah, baby? You like it when I make love to you?”

“Yes ugh oh GOD make love to me,”

Her twitching walls made it easy for him to keep going, his cock reaching its hardest inside her, but it wasn’t just his body but his heart. The idea that she could and would love him forever despite all the things he’d done was something his heart could not handle.

“Tell me you love me, baby,”

“I love you,” she moans

“Say it again,’

“I love you,” she gets louder and it turns into a moan

“How much do you love me?”

She can’t even speak with how good she was feeling all over her body. 

“Tell me how much you love me, I need to know how much you love me,”

“So fucking much! I love you so fucking much!”

He begins thrusting faster, ready to make his pretty wife cum “God, I fucking love you,” he lifts her legs up, ankles to her face, getting as deep as possible into her cunt

“Oh GOD!” she bites her lip moaning

“God isn’t the one fucking you baby, I am,” Alastor grins evilly as he holds her ankles back

“Ugh fuck Alastor give it to me!”

He lowers down to her face “Shhh, you wanna wake the babies?” he thrusts harder “Hmm Vera, you have to be quiet. Be a good mommy and don’t wake up your babies,” Alastor thrusts into her so hard her head starts hitting the headboard.

“Alastor, please,” she sputters under him, his balls hitting her clit and his dick massaging her from the inside.

“Anything you want doll, just don’t wake the babies,”

“Alastor,” she pleads with her eyes

“Have to be quiet,” he whispers thrusting even faster

“Ugh, I love you…..FUCK!!” she screams as her pussy twitches releasing her juices all over his cock. He grins at her, cumming inside of her with a deep grunt and kisses all over her body and her lips.

“Love you too dollface,” he winks just before the cries of their two-year-olds fill up the entire room “I told you not to wake them,”

Vera pushes her husband off her “Your turn,”

Alastor slips on his boxers and goes to take care of the crying babies. After a while, Vera gets the feeling in her legs back and slips on a nightgown. She enters their bedroom to see her husband cradling them, bouncing them up and down in his arms shh-ing, and talking to them

“Look at you two, growing a bit too fast if I do say so myself,”

Vera leans in the doorframe watching as her husband handles the babies “You were born to be a father, you know that?

He looks up at her “Hmm, I suppose,” he looks back down at them

She goes and wraps her arms around his waist as he lays the babies back down “I’m so glad I did this with you,”

“Me too,”

      ____________________________________

“Have you thought about having any more?”  Daphne asks playing with the girl twin 

“Oh we don’t know about that,” Vera tells her mom offering the other twin to May, who gladly takes him

“I am satisfied with these two,” May cooes at the toddler

“Cassius, hold your grandchild,” Daphne chastises him

Cassius, who was sitting in the corner of the room withdrawn, looks up “I’m just fine where I am,”

“Are you honestly that stubborn to deprive your grandchildren of love because of your feelings toward their father?”

“Can I hold one Vee?” Brynn pipes up

Vera laughs, “Sure if you can get May to give him up,”

“Cassius,” Daphne calls again “Look at your grandchild, she looks exactly like Vera,”

Once Cassius stares into the eyes of that baby girl, his resolve immediately breaks, he holds her and it’s as if he’s under a spell. He doesn’t even notice anyone else in the room anymore. As Vera watches her father become enamored with her daughter, she hears a whisper of her name. She turns to where the voice is coming from to see her husband, beckoning her to another room. She gets up and follows, no one even noticing, and meets him in an empty room where Alastor has the radio tuned to slow jazz, with a small number of candles lit around the room.

“What’s all this?

He shuffles towards her grabbing her hands and pulling her further into the room “We are going to dance,”

“Dance? Why we haven’t danced since -“

“The twins were born. Exactly,” he pulls his wife to his chest and they sway to the music, Vera laughing in pleasure staring at her husband’s grin.

“This is so beautiful,” she tells him, she is in awe of what he’s willing to do for her

“It seemed fit for you, considering that you’re so beautiful,”

Vera blushes “Oh stop, you don’t have to win me over anymore, we’re already married,” she jokes

“Vera, I am so in love with you,” he stares at his wife “You can’t even fathom half of the things I would do for you.” she chuckles, but he’s serious “I would kill for you. I would die for you”

“Let’s not talk about dying okay?” She chuckles and turns his chin toward her “We’ve got a long time before we have to think about that,”

He dips her “I just want you to know,”

“Well, now I do. Thank you,”

“Of course!”

They continue to dance and be happy. And everything was bliss.

                        ____________________________

There was a knock on the door.

Vera found it strange that anyone would be knocking on their door, considering her family had gone back up north, May had to work today, and they weren’t expecting any visitors. The knocks became more urgent, so Vera stood up from the kitchen table, dusted herself off, and made her way to the door. She opened it cautiously since she didn’t want strangers to see inside their home.

“Hello?” is what she said to the person

At the door was a tall, slim white man wearing glasses. He was blonde with blue eyes and he wore a suit and tie. She had never seen this man before, and he did not seem familiar to her at all. 

“Is Alastor here?”

Vera opens the door a bit further “I’m sorry?”

“I’m here to see your boss,”

Vera blinks with a polite smile “My boss?”

The man seems condescendingly irritated “Alastor? Alastor Fontenot?”

“Oh! You must mean my husband!”

The man is very shocked “Husband? Well, I will be damned, he went down the middle aisle! And what a catch! I mean, you’re no white girl but you’re a fresh tomato I’d take a bite of,”

Vera blinks blankly “What is it that you need sir?”

“I’m here to collect what he owes me,”

“And just who are you exactly?”

“You know, it’s not any of your business dollface, but I’m his father,”

The expression and politeness fall from Vera’s face as her eyes widen. She looks at him now and sees Alastor's eyes and nose, as well as his similar spectacles. She can see Alastor in him. She responds in a monotone “I will go get him,”

She closes the door back and enters the living room where her husband is reading a book. She stands in front of him and it takes a moment for him to notice her. When he does he lowers the book looking lovingly at his wife “Yes? What’s wrong?” He asks about her nerve-wracked appearance 

Vera swallows “Your father is outside,”

His face darkens “Why?”

She blinks rapidly “I…don’t know, he said he’s looking for you,”

Alastor slowly closes the book he is reading, places it down, stands up, and heads to the front door, all completely silent, as Vera watches, worried for her husband and his sanity. She’s behind him when he reaches the door and opens it.

“Finally!” The man says, “Tell your Jane it’s rude to close the door on people, you’re supposed to invite me inside!” He pushes past Alastor into their house and settles himself in the kitchen. Vera is a close step behind Alastor as he stalks the man that he called father. “So let’s talk,”

Alastor’s voice is cold as ice “What would you like to talk about?” he reaches his hand behind him. squeezing his wife’s fingers. She rushes off to the other room as Alastor keeps his hands behind his back.

“I’m here to collect your debt,”

Alastor squints “Debt?”

“The money that you owe me,”

“For what exactly?” he stalks closer to the man

The man puts his feet up on the table, the dirt from his shoes scattering “Listen, boy, the way I see it, if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be on the radio in the first place. I mean, I helped make you and raise you!”

Alastor’s neck turns red from his bubbling anger. “You told me that radio was a useless dream and that I’d never make it,”

He waves Alastor off “Take it as motivation! See? You took that and now you had the drive to prove me wrong!”

“You spent years upon years beating me and my mother. We both still have the scars,”

He smirks “Maybe if y’all behaved there wouldn’t be a reason to beat ya,” He stops and thinks for a moment “How is May hmm? She still hotter than a fresh tomato? She might be saggy from all them years working as what? A seamstress right? But she was such a good fuck! Woo!” He shivers in pleasure

Vera comes back with her gun, passing it to her husband’s open palm. He cocks it slowly as the man speaks, not noticing anything but his own voice.

“Anyway, just give me my money, and I’ll be on my way-“

In that second the man had a bullet through his brain, blood splattered on the kitchen table and floor as his body slumps over. Alastor turns around and he has some of the man’s blood on his face as the storm never leaves his eyes.

Vera nods “You take care of the body and wash yourself, I’ll take care of the kids and clean up all this blood,” she whispers.

She’d settled the twins to sleep and kissed them both goodnight, changing into trousers and her gloves, approaching Alastor as he was set to leave.

“What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Were you going by yourself?” he still doesn’t respond “Alastor! Answer me!”

“This one’s personal,”

Vera looks around in astonishment “Were they not all personal? Alastor remember, we are a team,”

“You don’t understand, this one has to be me,”

“And I’m going to help,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

“No,”

“Yes,”

“No!”

She puts her hands on her hips “Say no all you want, I’m going to help you.”

Alastor sighs angrily and shakes his fists “Fine! I will bury the body and you will stand as a lookout,”

“But -“

“But nothing! Do you want to help me or not?!”

She looks somewhat hurt and He looks apologetic seeing the pain in her eyes, he grabs her arms and stares into her eyes 

“Vera..”

She blinks back tears “It’s okay, I’ll stand as a lookout,”

“Thank you,” he turns to take off

“Alastor,” she calls after him

He turns back to her, slightly annoyed “Yes?” he asks through his teeth

“I just want to tell you something,”

He looks around, knowing that this isn’t the best time for this “What?”

“I…the only reason that I took so long to get married was because I was waiting for you,”

His face softens “And I was waiting for you mon amour, I love you,” he plants a soft kiss on her lips 

“I love you too,” she stares up at him. He caresses her cheek and continues in his pursuit. 

Vera holds her gun and stands just outside the woods where they had buried so many, and Alastor had done alone on many occasions before she’d found out about his “artistry”. Something about this night was different, something in the air felt wrong. She turned to call for her husband once more, but he was already long gone. Vera stood quietly between their house and the woods for what seemed like an hour, maybe two. He must have chosen to go real deep she thought, but every second that passed made her anxiety increase ever so slightly, to the point that she was now a boiling pit of nervousness. She stopped herself and took a breath, she trusted her husband, he had done this many times before without her help, and he could do it one more time now. Then when he returned she would let him know that as a father he couldn’t keep making her feel anxious like this and they could put this all behind them. She smiled at the memories of him, them meeting, them inside these same woods where he tasted her for the first time, courting, him proposing, their wedding, them making love for the first time, having her twins, him cradling them, and them dancing, all the way up until right now. It was truly wonderful, life with him. 

A loud CRACK! broke her out of her memories of marital bliss. She began listening intently. The crack and then nothing. No sound at all. Vera’s heart began beating in her chest, realizing that it had been almost 4 hours and her husband had not returned. She was pacing in circles and doing her best not to panic, but her heart began palpitating and tears burned her eyes as the idea that something may have happened to her husband, refused to leave her mind.

She rushes through the woods, the branches breaking under her feet or ripping off pieces of her trousers, undeterred she keeps a steady pace, onwards to the place her husband told her he would be. But she couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t hear his footsteps, his grunts, or his breaths. Her body fills with anxiety at each step that she takes, especially getting closer and closer to the spot where he promised he would be. Looking around, she couldn’t see him there or anywhere in the vicinity either. He would never just up and leave her. Never. But thinking back to that sound she’d heard that sent her running, she began to think that him leaving, was not the worst possible option. 

“Alastor!” she called for him “Alastor!” if he was near, he should have heard her, and responded

She began inching forward instead of galloping like before, small steps to make sure she covered each piece of ground as thoroughly as possible. Closer and closer, each step is taken extra carefully. She takes another, tripping and falling on something hard, yet squishy. When she turned around to see what she’d tripped on, she realized that it was a freshly dug pile of dirt. She had found where Alastor had decided to dig, but then where was he?

She pressed down to try and help her stand up and realized that it was not dirt or a tree branch/log that she had fallen on. After inhaling the scent of freshly cut grass, Vera turns and sees herself lying on the body of the love of her life and husband Alastor, with a freshly bloody hole, right between his eyes. 

She jumps backward in fear, then crawls forward slowly in disbelief. No, this was not her husband. She shakes her head.

“No,” she whispers “No,”

Her husband was on his way home right now and she was just paranoid and seeing things. HE would meet her back at the spot he told her to wait and they would walk back home to their kids and have dinner. This was NOT Alastor. But when she caressed his still warm skin, she knew in her bones that this was him. Her husband, Alastor

She cradled his lifeless head in her lap, covering it in her tears

“You promised you would stay with me.” She comes out between sobs “You PROMISED!!” Her guttural scream at the top of her lungs in the middle of the forest, not another sound heard. She pressed her forehead against his and cried until she had no tears left. 

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I don’t know how people don’t go insane after knowing the extent of corporate crimes across the planet. Nearly everything we interact with in the west was produced through slavery and poor working conditions. Everything is tainted.

[livingloved007]

The Tenacious Five

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Corita Kent with her billboard

"We Can Create Life Without War" (c. 1984),

Photos courtesy the Corita Art Center, Los Angeles.

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Insert i hate living in rome bro text that im too lazy to actually add

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mini brands combine two of my least favorite things ever: blind bags and advertising. They make me mad when I see them at work as kids toys

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the kitty stretch continues with stef !!

more kitties under the cut cus i liked them lol

i think this one is dead

[nkirukaj]

Our Renaissance

Pairing: Human!Alastor x Fem! OC (Human!Voe)

Warnings: Swearing; 1920s Slang

Genre: Slight Angst (& Humor!)

Word Count: 1.8K

Voe and Alastor are lying on the grass in the bayou of the latter’s room, staring at the man-made stars above. Voe sighs and smiles warmly, Alastor’s eyes dart towards her.

“What is on your mind, my dear?”

“Oh, it’s nothing, it’s just my silly brain wandering”

“Do tell, I love to hear what your mind can do.” He leans on his arm and stares down at her with a smirk

She rolls her eyes “I was just staring at these stars and wondering if this is what real stars in New Orleans look like.”

Alastor tsks “Oh no, absolutely not. I couldn’t capture the beauty of the Louisiana night sky no matter how hard I tried.”

She looks up at him “I figured. But then, after I thought about how I’d never been there, and thought about what it would have been like if I had ever gone to New Orleans. Then I wondered what it would have been like if we’d met each other when we were alive.”

“We are from two different periods my dear, that would not be possible.”

“I know, but I just wonder, what if we weren’t? Like, what if I was around in the 20s while you were still in your prime? I wonder how you looked then.” She reaches up and caresses his face

Alastor grins at his partner “Oh I was quite the lady killer.” He said, his tone full of arrogance 

“In more ways than one,” Voe offered, and they both laughed to their heart’s content.

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The year is 1919.

“Alastor!”

The hunting grounds he had become so familiar with were just the right distance from his home. Far enough that no one would think of him here, and close enough that he could always hear his mother’s call. Alastor decided there was enough dirt over the hole and started returning. He left the shovel out back and entered the house, anxious to know what it was his mother needed. He entered through the back way, pretending he was there the entire time. He entered the kitchen, his mother’s back to him

“Alastor! Alas- Oh! There you are!” She caresses her son’s face “Please try to come when I first call you alright? I get worried,”

“Of course Maman,” he gives her a tiny smile

She turns her back to him and he walks around to face him “I just wanted to tell ya that I’ll be out ’til dark so please don’t wait up for me. Mr. and Mrs. Hebert want a whole lotta suits and dresses for the entire family tonight. Cook yourself some dinner and please finish that yardwork today, Mr. Doucet wants them delivered first thing in the morning.”

He nods, leaning on the table “Which flowers did his wife order again?”

“The lobelias,” she answers while slipping on a jacket “But only the white ones,” she pulls her purse over her shoulder “Have them cut, trimmed, and potted before I get home because I know you’ll forget if you don’t and it would be really helpful if I didn’t have to do it myself, okay?” She kisses his forehead

“Okay,” 

“Have a good night sweetheart! Be safe!” and out the door she was

Alastor looks through the kitchen cabinets to see what he would be able to cook for himself as well as for his mother to eat when she got home. Perhaps he could treat her to a dessert as well? If he could find the right ingredients. His mother was a huge fan of Bananas Foster, but never splurged on ice cream for herself. Alastor cut up meat and vegetables as he thought of all the tips he had been collecting from the deliveries he’d made with the intent of using them to buy something special for his mother. Nothing big, since he knew she wouldn’t ever allow him to spend that much money on her, but maybe some ice cream just to make her favorite dessert. As he mixed the chopped foods and let them cook on the stove, he retrieved the tips from under his clothes in his drawer. 

A carton of ice cream was 20¢ and when he went to count the coins he’d collected, he came up with only 10. He could go and buy his mother a banana split, but he wanted to make this gift with his own hands. The anger made him warm inside, the heat rising from his fingers and spreading throughout his body, all the way to the top of his head and the tips of his toes. He spins around and flings the useless change around his tiny bedroom, hearing the coins clatter on the floor. Leaning on his dresser, the scent of burned food hits his nose and he looks up in shock and worry.

His fear is recognized when he gets back down the stairs, the food he had so carefully prepared had burned on the stove, which meant that neither he nor his mother would be eating tonight, seeing as they would be getting paid tomorrow morning and only then would they be able to buy more groceries. Alastor angrily throws out the burned dinner and slams himself down in one of the kitchen chairs dramatically, hearing the wood creak. He held his head in his hands, silently waiting for the stove to cool down. Was it so wrong to want the luxuries that he so often saw people like the ones they sold to take for granted?

Alastor enjoyed potting plants, he’d roll up his sleeves and get caught up in the dirt, which may have been why he was so good at digging holes. It helped that he took an interest in the flowers they grew. Lobelias, Magnolias, Irises, Azaleas and much more. It may not have seemed like the most ‘manly’ way to spend one’s time but his mother took her time to teach him, so Alastor couldn’t care less. Getting covered in the dirt made him feel like he was doing something like he was earning his way. 

20 white lobelias cut, trimmed, and potted, ready to be delivered. Alastor wiped the sweat off of his forehead, some of the dirt on his forearm wiping onto his face. He stood to look at his work before bending to pick them up and carry them inside. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots a young lady in the street. She’s bent over, picking up a pocket watch. When she stands she continues examining the watch, a trolley approaching her fast. He didn’t know if she was deaf or dumb but she wasn’t moving. It’s as if she had no idea that vehicles drove on the road, Alastor looks back and forth between the woman and the flowers. he rushes toward her.

He launched forward, grabbing her wrist, yanking her out of the street, and holding her waist to keep her stable. Her hat had fallen over her face, but he could still see the plump lips under it.

“What were you thinking?”

She breathes out through her mouth “Who are you, my father?”

“I believe thanks are in order,” 

She tilts her head up “I suppose they are,” her voice smooth and soft “Thank you,” she says, clear that she didn’t want to

He lets go of her waist, letting her hands free to readjust herself. Alastor clears his throat, looking down at the girl’s expensive and neat clothes.

“Alastor, pleasure to be meeting you.” His breath was stolen as he gazed at the girl before him “Quite a pleasure.” he sticks his hand out

“Vera,” she responded, lifting her hat with her other hand while looking upwards at the man who saved her “Vera Bates.” she takes and shakes it. She looks down, seeing dirt spots on her arms and dress, she does her best to dust them off.

“What brings you to this area, bunny?” Alastor questions

She continues dusting herself off “How do you know I’m not from here?”

Alastor crosses his arms “To pale kreyol?” he raises his eyebrow smirking

“What?”

“Exactly,”

She scoffs “You did not know that when you forcibly yanked me out of the street,” she huffs

“Well, now I do,”

She rolls her eyes “If we all stuck to English, I could fit in,”

“That’s a load of applesauce,” he rolls his eyes

“Why?” She looks somewhat offended

“Look at how you’re dressed, does that look like you belong here?” he pulls on her sleeve “Around here we ain’t afraid to get dirty,”

Vera crosses her arms “Fine, I’m visiting with my family and I might have wandered a bit, are you happy?”

Alastor looks the girl up and down, his tongue rolling over his teeth “Where you from?”

“New York City,” she puffs out her chest, “The city that never sleeps,”

“And I bet you’re proud of that aren’t you?”

She looks taken aback “Of course I am! New York is so advanced! It has the skyline, Central Park, amazing food, music, and of course…Broadway,” her eyes sparkle “It’s practically the cultural center of the world,”

He scoffs “I beg to differ, we have much better food and music. Plus we got theaters too,”

“But not Broadway,”

“What does it matter?

“I want to be an actress!”

Alastor sniggers at the thought, barely able to contain his amusement

“What on Earth is so funny?”

  “Doll please, everyone knows that radio is the future,”

She tilts her head to the side “Radio?” she scrunches her brows “Well I have nothing against radio, but it has nothing on the stage,”

“The stage is entertaining. But radio is life-changing.”

“You can’t even see people on the radio! The stage can take you to a different world!”

He leans down “So can radio. And being on the radio isn’t a useless pipe dream,” 

“At least there already is someone like me on the movie screens. You think they would let a boy like you on the radio?” Her words are filled with venom, and it’s enough to immediately stop Alastor’s chortling.

“And what exactly is a boy like me?” he leans forward

“You’re weak!” she spits at him “You’re thin, like you haven’t eaten a day in your life, and you hardly sound like a man at all. Nobody wants to hear some little sissy yappin’ on the radio!” she grins as she knows that her hurtful comments have landed

“Says the girl who doesn’t know that cars drive on the road,”

“Oh dry up, ya rag-a-muffin!”

“You’re on my property, dollface! So get a wiggle on! Wearing your glad rags in the middle of the week,”

“These are my regular clothes!” She tosses over her shoulder and storms away from him

“Whatever you say doll,” he calls after her. She flips him the bird as she walks off. He pretends to be offended, “Oooh, rude doll.”

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