#Jenny Hill

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Some Like It Hot (2022, Broadway) - Digital Booklet Pics

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GERMANY’S FAR RIGHT IS SURGING

Peter Fitzek is the self-proclaimed “King of Germany.”  (https://www.haaretz.com/world-news/europe/2018-08-09/ty-article-magazine/.premium/guns-anti-semitisms-and-fake-kings-germanys-dangerous-new-cult/0000017f-f7e9-ddde-abff-ffedb1fd0000) A Skynews report earlier this week profiled a town in Germany where thousands of “extremists” were gathering to give their allegiance to the new king of…

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Mr. Badgley

Penn Badgley x Fem!Reader

summary: you can't stop thinking about your married piano teacher, Mr. Badgley. and one day he slides under the instrument to show you how much he's been thinking about you too.

wc: 1k

cw: age gap (reader 19, Penn late thirties), cheating, piano teacher x student, pussy eating, fingering, female masturbation

Sundays are your favorite days, especially ones like this when the clouds hang low with a murky swirl in the sky. You're nineteen, and college is kicking your ass but you promised yourself you wouldn't think about the papers due when you're here, at Mr. Badgley's house.

You found his ad on craigslist, piano lessons..fifty bucks an hour you would've scrolled past it until you saw him, and his family. You felt safer in a random man's house when his wife and newborn baby were in the same room with you. So you started going there, ever since your freshman year.

Your raggedy car rolllsss to stop and you get out to see the lonely house, picked apart to be perfect, not a single thing out of place... except yourself.

His wife answers the door a few minutes after knocking, the cold biting your bare legs as you run in for warmth, completely missing her scowl at your lack of kicking the mat with your dirty boots.

Mr. Badgley offers you a warm smile, hair combed perfectly, sweater ironed and pants straight like every weekend. His eyes always look a little empty when you come. His wife jingles her keys around her finger as she readjusts the baby on her hip

"I'm going out, be done when I'm home" the same line. Every week. You smile her way but she doesn't pay mind to it, leaving you and her husband to play. you turn to Mr. Badgley but he's already walking to the connecting living room of the tiny house, sitting on the worn bench as he slides the fallboard up.

You sit next to him as he wears an excited smile, when he's like this, playing with you, it doesn't seem orchestrated by his wife. Every move he makes is analyzed by her, except this. The only reason he's allowed to do this is because they needed the extra money.

"Let's start where we left off last week, yes?" he asked and you nodded, you inhaled the mixture of musk and old books that surrounded the pianist as he began the background cords. his eyes are on you, they shine as his spine relaxes into the music and you begin your part. fingers dancing over keys as you try to remember the pattern

Your eyes squeezed shut once you messed the keys up. He smiles softly and lets a laugh out of his nose at your reaction

"Like this," his larger palm rests on top of yours as he guides your fingers, you nod and try again.

Soon enough an hour passes and you both rise from the bench and you dig into your purse for the fifty bucks you crumpled into it this morning, but, warm hands slide on top of your shoulder and the older man shakes his head.

"No need" he grins and tries to send you off but you insist, grabbing the money but he pushes you out the door.

"I will not have you pay for something that I enjoy just as much, Y/n, have a lovely week" The door softly shuts and you're left stunned.

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You roll around your dorm bed, restless as the man's words keep ringing in your head. Why didn't he let you pay?

Maybe you're being dramatic. But it isn't like the Badgleys are set either.

You shut your eyes in a huff, suffocating yourself in the pillow under you as you replay the keys in an attempt to lull you asleep

But it isn't just the keys you're thinking about...

It's how his hand guided yours, it's how he looked at you when it was your part to play, it's his scent, it's his being. It's driving you mad.

You arch your back slowly, fingers sliding down your body until you get to your aching core. slick-filled fingers rubbing yourself at the thought of your teacher's hands touching you, grabbing you, loving you.

You moan into the pillow, legs shaking as you cream around your fingers, the thought of him drives you wild.

So just how will you act the next time you see him?

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Before you know it, it's Sunday and you're back at the Badgleys, with his wife announcing her departure and the formal greetings of you and your teacher, you're back at that bench, side by side.

He starts the cords, and you follow trying to calm your shaking legs as you think about what fueled you that night. You couldn't even look him in the eyes this session.

His hand softly squeezes your bare thigh and you look back at the man.

"You're completely off" he informs you and you don't think your face could get redder.

"I-I'm so sorry...let's try again" you panic but his thumb rubs loving circles on your flesh.

"You usually think the world ends when you mess up, but you kept playing this time, you're mind is somewhere else Ms. Y/n."

"Sorry Mr. Badgley" you murmur

"Talk to me, get it off your chest so we can get back to playing" he smiles and you nod slowly

"...Why didn't you let me pay last time?" you ask, he stops for a moment as the hand on your thigh now rests on his face as he thinks for a moment.

"I just feel like, something so pleasurable shouldn't be bought," he says above a whisper and you feel your entire face glow, and he must have noticed with how he laughs.

"Not those pleasures, Ms. Y/n" he smiles and you don't think you've ever been so embarrassed. But when his laughter stops, his eyes swirl softly into something darker, in that moment you feel exposed to every thought as he eyes you.

He stands, hands finding your shoulders

"Keep playing"

You take a shaky breath as your thighs begin to shake once more, fingers finding the keys as you start the song

"Good," he whispers, his scents overwhelming you now as you feel almost dizzy while playing, you barely notice how he slips under the piano.

"Mr. Badgley, what are you doing?" you gasp as his dark brown eyes gaze up at you

"Keep.playing" he says sternly, and with a swallow, you keep going

He kisses your knees and you feel yourself sticking to your panties as he spreads them apart.

He has a wife. He has a kid. What are you doing?

"You're doing great" he huffs, kissing your thighs, you squeeze your eyes shut for a moment as his fingers dance up to your panties.

He pulls them down slowly, your wetness sticking to the fabric before they are lost in his pockets

Your bare pussy is in front of your teacher's face as he rubs up and down your thighs taking a shaky breath in

You slam the keys as his tongue licks up your pussy, he moans into you before forcing you to scoot closer into his face, his hands wrapping around your ass as he slurps and moans at your cunt.

"Mr.- fuck" you cry, hands climbing to try and stop your moans as your hips buck up to hump his face

"You taste so so good" he groans, making out with your pussy as he sucks at your clit just to tongue fuck your hole

Hot tears flow down your face as he stares up at you, watching you come undone for him.

You shake around him, orgasm approaching closer with every lick, he sucks on your slit before adding a long finger to your hole. You throw your head back as he fingers you, flicking his tongue relentlessly as his finger curls inside you.

You feel him whine and moan against your pussy, and when you look down you see him gripping and grabbing at his hard-on as he eats you out. You cry as that sends you over and you cum around his finger

You're panting as he curls his fingers a few more times before shoving it into his mouth and licking you clean, you're shaking and wide-eyed as hair sticks to your face and he crawls out from under the piano

Right, weren't you two supposed to be playing right now? Isn't his wife about to be home and he's sucking his fingers because they still taste like you?

He helps you off the bench and you stare into the stained cushion but he turns your chin to him before kissing you deeply, tasting yourself on his tongue before breaking it off with a simple

"My wife is on her way...see you in our next session Ms. Y/n"

And you can't wait for next Sunday.

an: lmk how obvious it is idk anything about pianos. This is based on a dream I had last night 😵‍💫🖤 I hope you liked it <333

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New Video: Easy Star All-Stars Team up with Steel Pulse on a Soulful Rendition of Bowie's "Five Years"

New Video: Easy Star All-Stars Team up with Steel Pulse on a Soulful Rendition of Bowie's "Five Years" @EasyStarAllStar @girlieaction @steelpulse

Founded and led by producer, arranger, multi-instrumentalist Michael Goldwasser, Easy Star All-Stars have established themselves as one of the top reggae acts on the international scene for the better part of the past two decades. During that same period, they’ve managed to tour in over 30 countries on six continents while brining together fans of reggae, classic rock, dub, indie rock and pop…

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Lake Mungo (2008) / Dark Red - Steve Lacy / Jenny Holzer / Smile (2022) / Blythe Baird / Symptoms (1974) / The Haunting of Hill House (2018) / Sharp Objects (2018) Gillian Flynn / M3GAN (x) / Bells for Her - Tori Amos / Crying During Sex - Ethel Cain / The Poughkeepsie Tapes / Smile (2022) / Black Pear Tree - Kaki King & The Mountain Goats / Whatever Will Be - Tammin Sursok / Ptolemaea - Ethel Cain / When You Finish Saving The World / The Haunting of Hill House (1959), (2018) / What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma - Stephanie Foo

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Shannen’s Co-Stars honor her memory 😢💔

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9K MAKE ME CHOOSE:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ@userchappell ASKED: Stiles/Malia or Jake/Peyton?

I need you to know something. look, I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you. Okay, I’ve never…felt this much of…everything. And if I could, I would stay with you here forever. But I just can’t. You’re the only person I can truly count on.

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I told you . . . I wanted the pain to end.

silent hill 2 remake // jenny holzer

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The wonderful and distinctive aroma of bog myrtle is only released into the air on warm, sunny days, which, as many of Algy's friends will know from his adventures, occur only rarely in the wild West Highlands of Scotland…

But it brings to those few balmy days a quality which all who experience it never forget, for the combination of that unique fragrance with the other scents peculiar to the peat bogs (and indeed to "the hills of the North") creates a lasting memory of an environment "far from the madding crowd" where - providing the weather is kind - it is still possible to find comfort and peace.

So Algy hopped down from his view point and nestled deep into one of the many ragged bushes which were scattered across the hillside. Taking a big, deep breath he inhaled the scent of the aromatic leaves, rejoicing not only in the delightfully invigorating effect, but also in the knowledge that the infamous Scottish midges so little appreciate the benefits of this particular herb that their vast hordes would keep well away from him so long as he stayed close to the protective bog myrtle. 😀

Let them boast of Arabia, oppressed By the odour of myrrh on the breeze; In the isles of the East and the West That are sweet with the cinnamon trees Let the sandal-wood perfume the seas; Give the roses to Rhodes and to Crete, We are more than content, if you please, With the smell of bog-myrtle and peat! Though Dan Virgil enjoyed himself best With the scent of the limes, when the bees Hummed low 'round the doves in their nest, While the vintagers lay at their ease, Had he sung in our northern degrees, He'd have sought a securer retreat, He'd have dwelt, where the heart of us flees, With the smell of bog-myrtle and peat! Oh, the broom has a chivalrous crest And the daffodil's fair on the leas, And the soul of the Southron might rest, And be perfectly happy with these; But WE, that were nursed on the knees Of the hills of the North, we would fleet Where our hearts might their longing appease With the smell of bog-myrtle and peat!

[Algy is quoting the poem To C H Arkcoll by the 19th century Scottish author and collector of folk and fairy tales, Andrew Lang.]

For those interested: bog myrtle (Myrica gale) has long been used in traditional herbal medicine, as it has many useful properties. The Herbal Resource has further information.

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you will never find me drawing prewar nick valentine bc that shit doesnt matter. there’s no photos in the game, no descriptors, no holotapes of his voice, no case notes that might tell us how he thinks. there’s just synth nick, now, and that’s the crux of the whole thing. there’s nothing for him to claim or hang his hat on. and it makes him crazy, because there’s nothing, there’s just him, and he has to fill the blanks with something new

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Uberhood (113) - McGreggor

Saturday morning on the McGreggor farm. 🌾🌻🌾

The McGreggor's family dog, Cooper, sadly passed away. It hit the family hard. R.I.P. Cooper!

Jennie McGreggor aged up to a toddler and is looking very Angelina Jolie. 😄

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for the ones who don’t have great sibling relationships all those other posts talk about

Clive Baker / Succession / Joshua A. Krisch / Cain Kills Abel / Natalie Diaz / Shameless / Richard Siken / Sharp Objects x / Jenny Han / The Other Boleyn Girl / Jane Mersky Leder / The Haunting of Hill House x / Succession x2 / Silver Linings Playbook / Boy Meets World / Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 / Ginger Snaps / Scream 4

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Did you know...

that 6 main cast members of Beverly Hills 90210 voiced characters in Biker Mice from Mars?

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i built the family a brand new house at the start of their round. they definitely needed the space with 3 kiddos on board. carter is having a blast being a stay at home dad and working on his skills toward his aspiration.