#Jersey Noir

[semioticapocalypse]

Bruce Davidson. The Dwarf. New Jersey. 1958

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[admiralgiggles]

I never knew I needed a noir anthology of Jersey based stories, but here we are. Over all, it was a good read, even if you don’t hail from the Garden State. My favorite was “New Day Newark” by S.J. Rozan. It’s about a 70 year old lady named Miss Crawford who’s tired of the rival gangs taking over her street corners and influencing the impressionable youth, so she conspires a plan to take them all down.

I don’t remember I how I found this book, but I’m sure glad I did.

[zoeandsubaloveart]

Jersey Style Photography, Mark Kranjak

“The Pulp Writer”

[joejoescircusworld]

The Sopranos Season 5, Episode 10: Cold Cuts #michael imperioli

[koolcards]

Jamal Murray Jersey Card

[new30lifestyle]

Kick Door // A New30 Picture

[charlixcxashtray]

yesssss i have beef w a non binary !!! finally i can walk the walk instead of just talk the talk

[atavist]

Copper Kettle sold the best fudge on the Jersey Shore—and after its owner's body was found stuffed in a car, his murder went unsolved for decades. Things change, though. Atavist issue no. 143, WHO KILLED THE FUDGE KING?, is now available.

But a cohort of Ocean City residents insisted that the answers were right there for anyone who bothered to look. They believed that a toxic brew of prejudice, rage, and power had doomed the Fudge King.

I agreed, and thought that the story might make a great screenplay—a kind of South Jersey noir or David Lynch fantasia, where the flowers are pretty above the surface but gnarly worms lurk just below. Yet, soon I was hooked more deeply by the story of a fellow gay man living a relatively out life in the town where my family had spent our summer vacations. Someone whose reward for trying to yank Ocean City into the future was to become a target of hate and hypocrisy.

[fandom]

This is a gentle reminder to drink some water and sit up straight.

The Roy family is really going through it during the final season of Succession. Nintendo dropped a trailer for The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, and folks are counting down the days until the game’s release. In other gaming news, Obey Me! Nightbringer launched, and players have jumped in head-first. April 13 came and went, with an outpouring of memes and fan art for both Homestuck and everyone’s favorite rodent musician, Neil. Taylor Swift’s tour is underway, and the GIFs are impeccable. Also, Misha Collins discussed last year’s drama at the Creation New Jersey convention. This is Tumblr’s Week in Review.

The Owl House

Succession

The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom

Misha Collins

Homestuck

Obey Me! Shall We Date?

Luz Noceda | The Owl House

The Mandalorian

Artists on Tumblr

Barbie

Ted Lasso

Taylor Swift

RWBY

The QSMP Minecraft Server

Critical Role

Neil Banging Out The Tunes

The Welcome Home ARG

Wally Darling | The Welcome Home ARG

The Limited Life SMP Minecraft Server

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

[galleryofart]

Apparition

Artist: Odilon Redon (French, 1840–1916)

Date: c. 1910

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Princeton University Art Museum, Princeton, New Jersey

Description

During the 1890s, Redon shifted his attention from charcoal drawing and lithography to a practice that embraced color, working in pastels and oil paints. With this shift came a change of mood: the brooding melancholy and nightmarish anxiety of the "noirs" (as he called his works done in shades of black) gave way to emotional tranquility and the pursuit of visual pleasure. Most of Apparition is devoted to a phantasmagorical cascade of butterflies, flowers, and suggestively organic shapes - a disorienting field of pulsating colors and textures, seemingly liberated from contingencies of the everyday world. Somewhat marginalized in the distance, a wraithlike figure holds a bunch of flowers and moves forward gracefully while another figure stands motionless, emitting a saintly aureole of light. Perhaps Redon included the pair to suggest an allegory for his later work, in which sensual attraction and spiritual illumination are commingled.

[burntsaltsblog]

tw: nsfw, mdni

Chapter Seven

Two weeks later

Sex, food, and sleep. That was all Butcher and I participated in. Rarely did we leave the bed, except for a daily shower, which Butcher insisted we take together. Though I was never one to complain, especially when he held me firm against the shower wall with my legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked me hard and fast.

"Good girl. Such a good girl for me," he'd praise as I lost control in his arms, gushing all over his length the second he told me to. In the past, I had been vehemently against taking directions from anyone. But, as soon as Butcher looked at me with his deep, hazel eyes, asking me if I wanted "Daddy to take care of me," I was putty in his hands, yearning to obey his every command.

Every night, we'd hear from MM, Hughie, Frenchie, and Kimiko, stating that they were ok and out of harms way. MM and Hughie had crossed the border into Ontario unscathed, except for Hughie's tragic fall, which I still found hilarious, and Frenchie and Kimiko had driven to New Jersey. Apparently, Kimiko had discovered the reality show, The Real Housewives of New Jersey and had begged Frenchie to take her to the state where it all takes place.

Butcher and I assured the rest of the group that we were safe as well, living as Ed's only guests in his small inn. And since we were his only tenants, Ed had taken the opportunity to show off his baking skills, making us anything from chocolate scones to apple tarts. According to Ed, he had learned it all from his late wife, Edna, and found comfort in recreating her original recipes.

Butcher wasn't one to coo over sweet stories from Ed's fifty-year marriage, but the baked treats kept him satisfied and uncharacteristically docile compared to his usual irritated personality.

"How much longer do we have to lay low?" I inquired on a Monday night during our third week at the inn. "I'm getting restless; I want to go see the town and walk around."

"Oi, Have I not been keepin’ ya’ busy?" Butcher asked, mildly insulted as he tore his eyes from the small TV in Ed's quaint living room on the first floor. We were watching reruns of old noir films, cuddled up on a pink settee.

My cheeks heated as I nestled further into his side, leaning my head on his shoulder. "No, you've done an excellent job at that...but I'm feeling a bit like a vampire. I miss the sun," I whined.

"Dontcha worry, Ella, you'll see the sun again." Butcher rubbed his hand up and down my arm, keeping me warm as a New Hampshire blizzard blew outside.

"Ella? Who in the hell is Ella? Fuck, I knew you had a side piece.”

"I'm talkin’ about the bird from that vampire show you and Kimiko watch all the bloody time," he replied.

I rolled my eyes as I breathed out a laugh. "You mean Elena? And the show is called The Vampire Diaries, for your information."

"Eh, Ella sounds better," Butcher shrugged.

I turned to him, a bemused look on my face. "Oh, really? Do you wish my name was Ella? No wonder you rarely call me by my name. You don't even like it."

"Come now, love. I see what you're doin’, tryin’ to get me all riled up. Well, it ain't gonna work unless ya’ want a very long trip over my knee."

I couldn't stop the way my legs rubbed together, seeking friction after hearing Butcher's threat. He'd already had me twice that day. But what can I say? I suppose Butcher was right, and I was insatiable.

"Sorry, Daddy," I said, pawing at his chest as I stared at him doe-eyed.

"That's it," he grumbled, standing from the small sofa and dragging me with him. "You asked for it, doll. Good luck sittin’ tomorrow."

I giggled in anticipation as we began to exit the living room, but Ed appeared in the doorway, halting us in our tracks.

"Oh, I was worried you folks had retired for the night. I just finished this fresh batch of brownies, and I simply could not wait for you to try them," Ed beamed, holding a tray chock full of chocolate squares with steam rising from them to prove they had just left the oven.

"Uh, sure. Of course. Sounds lovely, Ed. You're so generous, always offering us your wonderful sweets," I said kindly as Butcher and I retraced our steps back to the settee. Butcher discretely slipped a pillow into his lap to hide the tent forming in his pants.

"One for you, Mr. Butcher, and one for you, Mrs. Butcher," Ed said, extending the tray in front of us so we could each select a brownie. I still wasn't used to being called Mrs. Butcher, and I made sure to turn my head so Butcher wouldn't see how flustered I got.

"I'll tell ya’, Ed. If you keep feedin’ us like this, the misses and I will have to wrap up the honeymoon. I'm afraid she'll divorce me if I go up another size in me trousers." Butcher joked before stuffing half of the chocolate treat into his mouth.

Ed tittered," Speaking of the honeymoon, you all never told me about the wedding. Or how you met, for that matter. I'm sure it's a beautiful story."

I looked at Butcher to take the lead. We hadn't planned out a story ahead of time, so I was waiting to see what improvisation he had up his sleeve.

"Well, gov, where should we start?" Butcher asked, having already finished his dessert when I hadn't even taken a bite of mine yet.

Ed thought for a moment before his face brightened. "The engagement! Oh, tell me about the engagement. How did you propose, Mr. Butcher?"

I stayed watching Butcher as he brushed excess brownie crumbs from his lap and began to speak.

"Well, my girl here loves to see those Broadway shows. So, on the night of our second anniversary, we drove into the city to see her favorite one. What was the name of the play again, love?"

Realizing it was my turn to take the reigns, I sat up straighter, looking at Ed. "Phantom of the Opera. I always thought the show was so romantic, and Billy here definitely took advantage of that."

"That's for sure," Butcher chuckled, placing a hand on my thigh and rubbing it affectionately. "After the show, I took her to The Plaza for drinks. Then, I led her to one of their balconies, where I had hundreds of red roses set up. It was there on that balcony, under the moonlight, that I got down on me knee and asked her to be my wife."

"I didn't even give him a chance to finish the question before I was screaming, 'Yes! Yes!' over and over again," I laughed. "There was no need to think it through. I knew he was the one the moment I met him."

"Isn't that just precious," Ed declared, looking between the both of us with a wide smile. "I know two soulmates when I see them, and there's no doubt that you both were fated to be together."

"I certainly think so," I mumbled as Butcher and my eyes met. We gazed at each other as thick tension bloomed between us. If it weren't for Ed's constant feedback, I would've forgotten he was in the room with us.

A faint ding from the kitchen broke the bubble around Butcher and me, and he casually cleared his throat as I focused on eating my dessert.

"Oh, that's the oven timer!" Ed exclaimed, jumping up from his lazy-boy recliner. "That means my second batch of brownies is done."

"As it so happens," Butcher stood, stretching his arms. "Me and the misses outta turn in for the night."

"Of course, of course. You folks have a lovely evening, and like always, don't hesitate to come find me if you need anything at all."

Butcher and I nodded our thanks and watched Ed scurry from the room on a mission to rescue his brownies from burning in the oven.

"He's adorable," I commented as Butcher followed me up the short flight of stairs to the second floor. "I'm going to feel bad when we leave. He's going to be all alone."

"Dontcha worry, doll. He'll have other guests," Butcher assured me, holding our bedroom door open as I waltzed past him over the threshold.

I hummed faintly, thinking of poor, soon-to-be lonely Ed as I stripped off my clothes and readied myself for bed. A quiet settled over the both of us as I rummaged through Butcher's drawer in the dresser, looking for a shirt of his to steal.

When I turned towards the bed, donned in a dark blue Hawaiian shirt decorated with tall palm trees, I caught the man himself, standing on the other side of the bed, lost in thought.

"Everything alright?" I asked, pulling the covers on the bed back in order to dive under them.

"Yeah, darlin’. S’all good," he mumbled as he unbuttoned his shirt, letting it drape over the back of the desk chair.

"You sure?" I pressed as gently as I could. "You know you can tell me anything, right? I mean, if this relationship is going to work, we need to be able to communicate comfortably with each other. So, if there's something on your mind," I painted on a small smile of encouragement. "I'm all ears."

Butcher regarded me for a moment before turning around, and I surveyed the tension cascading down his back.

Concerned, I abandoned the bedding and circled the bed, coming to stand in front of Butcher.

"Don't hide from me," I whispered, "Please, Billy."

Butcher wrapped his arms around my back to pull me close, and I leaned into his chest and pressed a kiss over his heart, wanting to stop it from beating so erratically. He sighed at the affection and rested his cheek against the top of my head.

He didn't speak, so I took his lead and remained silent as well. If this was the comfort Butcher needed at the moment, then damnit I wasn't moving from this spot until my legs gave out.

Eventually, my eyes drifted close as I relaxed in Butcher's hold. I had come very close to falling asleep standing up when he finally spoke. I didn't know how long we had been standing there in each other's arms, but I disregarded that thought as I focused on Butcher's words, which were barely loud enough for me to hear.

"I stopped wearing me ring around my neck.”

He didn't continue after that, and I wondered if he was waiting for me to acknowledge his statement.

"Oh," I mumbled, my mouth muffled by his chest.

I didn't want to hinder the rest of his confession if there was anything left of it, that is, so I all but held my breath. It was like walking on eggshells, but even the toughest of men sometimes needed to be handled delicately.

"I took it off the night we got here after ya’ fell asleep. Didn’t think it was right to ask ya’ to be my girl when I was wearin’ it."

"Oh," I said again, feeling terribly lost for words.

"I don't-" Butcher hesitated. "I don't even know why I was wearin’ it. For safekeepin’, I suppose. But what was I keepin’ it safe for?"

"Do you ever wonder?" I asked cautiously, pulling back from Butcher's hold to look up at him. "If she'll come back? The police never found a body. Maybe, subconsciously or something, you were holding onto it in case she ever returned."

"She ain’t comin’ back, petal," Butcher whispered, stroking my cheek. "But it's ok. I've moved on. That's why I got rid of the bloody scrap of metal. How can I focus on the future if I'm still holdin’ onto the past?"

I nodded, contemplating what Butcher said as I bit the inside of my cheek. I wanted to ask if, in the extraordinary event that Becca came back from the presumed dead, Butcher would put his ring back on. They were married for eight years, almost a decade, for goodness sake. Why would he throw all that away for someone like me, who he's been in a relationship with for two goddamn weeks?

But I didn't want to beat a dead horse, and I had a feeling that that's I would be doing should I voice my concern. Butcher cared for me too much to admit that he'd leave me for his reincarnated wife.

"But speakin’ of movin’ on," Butcher stated, pulling me from my rambling thoughts. "I want ya’ to be the one I move on with."

"What do you mean?" I cocked my head. Isn't that what was already happening since he'd asked me to be in an established relationship?

"Well, I guess all that talk down there with Ed tonight got me thinkin’ about things. About us. About our future."

"Our future?"

"Yeah."

"What would a future for us look like?" I ran a hand down his bare chest.

"Well, after we kill every evil supe cunt that's ever walked this bleedin’ earth, I thought we could get married."

Butcher peered at me intently to gauge my reaction as he broke the barrier on the subject of marriage.

I rolled my lips together as my eyes nervously found his. "You're not like proposing now, are you? Because I've got to say, you really set the bar high with that bullshit proposal story you told Ed down there."

Butcher chuckled, "No, darlin’, m’not proposin’. What kind of a wanker proposes without a ring? All I'm sayin’ is that after all this shite is over, I want us to be together. Long haul and all that."

The side of my mouth curved up as I listened to Butcher describe his dreams.

"We could buy a nice fuck off house in the country somewhere, you know? So we can finally get some peace, and you can go outside and see the sun whenever ya’ like,” Butcher continued.

"And, if you're up for it, we could start a family."

I had to work hard at swallowing the lump in my throat as Butcher's hand came to rest on my lower stomach, both of us imagining what a little bump would look like there—proof of our devotion to each other.

"Billy," I croaked as my eyes burned with unshed tears.

"Ya’ don't gotta say anythin’ right now, love. I don't wantcha to feel pressured into-"

"No," I interrupted. "No, I want that, Billy. I want all of it. Everything you said. I want to marry you and build a home with you."

I placed my hand over Butcher's, which was still on my belly. "I want to have a baby with you."

I lost control of my tears, and they fell freely over my cheeks. I saw Butcher's eyes fill with his own emotion, and he swiped my tears away before bringing me in for a kiss.

"I love you," he whispered against my lips, and I inhaled sharply, pressing my mouth harder against his.

The kiss was heated, filled with emotions and confessions that we were finally letting free.

I drew back as I traced my fingers over every beautiful line on Butcher's face. "I love you too. So much."

"Fuck, I don't deserve ya’," Butcher shook his head, now swallowing a lump that was in his own throat. Unable to say anything, he brought his mouth back down to mine, wanting to express his feelings physically if he couldn't do it audibly.

"Want you," I plead as Butcher's mouth traveled down my neck, sucking and nipping to mark me as his. "Need you."

"I'm gonna ruin you," Butcher promised, voice like gravel. "I'm gonna fuckin’ ruin ya’ for every other fucking man."

I had no problem with that, and I jumped, wrapping my legs around his middle, groaning when both his hands groped my ass, kneading the soft flesh.

Butcher threw me down on the bed before unzipping his dark jeans. I followed his lead and unbuttoned my shirt, tossing the clump of fabric to the end of the bed, totally forgotten.

"Take them off," Butcher instructed, pointing a finger toward my white lace panties.

"Yes, Daddy," I obeyed, pushing my hips up to easily slide the underwear over my thighs and down my legs, never breaking eye contact with Butcher the entire time.

"Look attcha, followin’ Daddy's orders," Butcher uttered possesively, leaning over my frame, causing me to lay down on the bed so he could tower over me. "But s’not because you're a good girl, is it? No, it's because you're a needy little whore who's so desperate for Daddy's cock that you'd do absolutely anythin’. That's the truth, ain’t it, doll?"

I gripped the sheets as I felt my core clench around nothing, desperate to be filled to the brim.

"I think I asked ya’ a question, sweetheart," Butcher said, running his hand down my neck before wrapping his long fingers around my throat, physically stating his dominance over me.

"Yes, Daddy, it's the truth," I mewled, beginning to pant as if I were a bitch in heat, preening to be fucked.

"And what truth is that?" Butcher pressed, applying pressure to my neck, cutting off the blood flow to my brain. My head grew fuzzy, and a dopy smile covered my face as I gave Butcher the answer he was waiting for.

"I'm a needy little whore who's desperate for your cock, Daddy."

"Fuckin’ look at ya’.” Butcher observed my body. "I bet you'd let me do anythin’ to you, huh? Just Daddy's little toy who he can fuck however he wants."

I wrapped my legs around Butcher's waist and ground up into the hard-on he was sporting through his boxers.

"Did I say you could do that, princess?" Butcher reached around to smack the side of my thigh. The lasting sting caused me to moan, pressing harder against his covered shaft and relishing in the friction against my throbbing clit.

"Can't wait," I whined, blinking up at him helplessly. I was beyond the point of being embarrassed at how pathetic I looked.

"God, you really are a slut. I can feel ya’ makin’ a mess all over me fuckin’ boxers. Eh, drop your legs," Butcher slapped my leg again and I reluctantly let them fall against the mattress, but that didn't stop my hips from lifting off of the bed to find something to hump like a desperate pup.

Butcher slipped his boxers off and threw them somewhere behind him, not caring where they ended up, and wrapped a hand around his length, veins bulging and weighty balls hanging below.

"Show me your pretty cunt, sweetheart," Butcher said, and he barely got his request out before I spread my legs for me, pushing my sopping pussy up toward his face.

Butcher dragged his red tip that was already leaking pre-cum through my folds, and a broken sob left my mouth. "Please don't tease me."

Butcher repeated the same action until real tears began dripping down my face. "I'm serious, Butcher. Please, I can't fucking take it."

Butcher glared at me before grabbing my hips harshly and slamming his cock into my cunt. I gasped at the sudden intrusion and braced my hands on his shoulders to steady myself.

"That's not my fuckin’ name, doll," Butcher whispered darkly in my ear as he began to fuck me harshly.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry," I all but yelled as I hung on tight as Butcher rammed into me unrelentingly.

I reached down to circle my clit, and as a result, squeezed Butcher's length, letting him know that I was going to finish sooner than expected.

"Fuck, you're already close? My girl is more pathetic than I thought," Butcher chuckled.

I could barely process the shame from getting off on being so degraded due to Butcher slapping my hand away so he could work my clit himself.

"Are you gonna come, sweet girl? Cuz I'm gonna come too. And ya’ know what?" Butcher leaned his head down to whisper in my ear again. "I'm not gonna pull out."

My head slammed back against the pillow as my eyes screwed shut.

"I'm gonna come so fuckin’ deep in this cunt that you'll never question who ya’ belong to. You are mine. My girl. My wife. The mother of my children-"

Butcher's hips stuttered, and I felt hot ropes of his cum coat my walls.

My mouth opened wide in a silent scream as I pulsed around his cock, my slick streaming onto the bed sheets as I came, almost violently.

My body was covered in pins and needles as Butcher took deep breaths while coaching me on how to do the same.

"Breath for my, sweetheart," Butcher encouraged, rubbing a hand over my stomach.

"That's it," he said in approval when I took a full breath, filling my lungs with much-needed oxygen. "Good girl. Doin’ such a good job for me."

Butcher waited a couple of minutes before pulling his softening length out. Then, he climbed off the bed and pulled his boxers back on.

"Stay right there, doll. I'll be back in a jiffy." Butcher kissed me on the forehead, and I mumbled unintentionally in response.

He walked into the bathroom, and I heard the sink begin to run.

I didn't have to wait long before Butcher returned with a damp washcloth in hand. He knelt at the foot of the bed and pulled my legs apart, all sexual intentions gone, only the idea of aftercare on his mind.

The warm cloth against my skin was healing, and I felt a fatigue take over my body.

"I'm sleepy," I mumbled.

"Good. That means I wore ya’ out," Butcher teased, standing to take the used washcloth back into the bathroom.

I sat up and retrieved Butcher's shirt, slipping it back over my tired body, yawning as I did so.

When Butcher appeared again, he ducked under the sheets. I didn't hesitate to nestle up to his side, and I made a soft sound of contentment when he pulled me onto his chest.

My ear rested over his heart, and I smiled when I felt it beat slow and steady, unlike how it raced earlier. I was happy to know Butcher was at ease and void of his previous anxiety. And if I had something to do with that, well, I guess that would explain the butterflies tumbling in my stomach.

Butcher ran a hand through my hair, twirling the strands and lightly scratching my scalp as he attempted to lull me into a soothing slumber.

I was almost asleep when a bang rang out downstairs, and as a complete parallel to our first morning here, Butcher and I shot up in bed, gazing at each other, alarmed.

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[semioticapocalypse]

Bruce Davidson. The Dwarf. Palisades Amusement Park. New Jersey. 1958

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue September 15, 1952

Barbara Mullen wears a dress and cardigan, in black and white tweed jersey, with a narrow braid of black silk barathea. A carefully simple dress-jacket combination. By Nat Kaplan in Heller wool jersey. Gold earrings, Napier. Lipstick: "Razzle Dazzle" by Lucien Lelong.

Barbara Mullen porte une robe et un cardigan, en jersey de tweed noir et blanc, avec un étroit galon de barathea de soie noire. Une combinaison robe-veste soigneusement simple. Par Nat Kaplan en jersey de laine Heller. Boucles d'oreilles dorées, Napier. Le rouge à lèvres : "Razzle Dazzle" de Lucien Lelong.

Photo Richard Rutledge vogue archive

[no-see-um-incorrect]

(this idea was from  @weepingredwillow I hope I did it justice)

Also, I allude to the headcanon that sweetheart and Sam are siblings 

Tender love, And-

Sam and Masc Darlin belated after care 

⚠️NSFW Mentioned⚠️bruises⚠️ mentions of past trauma⚠️ angst⚠️

No proofread 

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Darlin woke up to the soft morning light shining in their face from the window. They adjusted their eyes to the glow, searching for the face that they usually wake up to…a face that is conspicuously absent.

Then the memories of their conversation with Sam last night came flooding back. He’s at Vincents. helping him with landscaping plans. 

He must’ve left before the sun came up. They could stay in bed all day, but. sadly, this was the day where they also had things to do. Darlin rolls over to sit up and is immediately met with an intense sharp pain in their side. “GOD!FuCk-”

Darlin’s POV:

“God that fucking stings!”

I sat up from the bed clutching my side, carefully walking to the mirror. Well doesn’t this bring back memories.

I look in the mirror and lift up my tank top. “Oh shit” a large dark bruise on my side “how the fuck-Oh” the memories of me and Sam escapades last night start coming back to me. We had talked about using a little more force but….he did not push me against the wall that hard. And even if he did my bruises don’t hurt NEARLY this fucking bad. I haven’t felt this bad of pain since-

“Aw shit….i must’ve re-Fucked it up” should’ve listened to Gabe when he told me to drink the milk out of my cereal bowl growing up. “it’ll make your bones stronger!” Who would’ve guessed the old man would be right.

Good going! First time your a little rougher with your mate in bed and ya fucked it up by getting hurt. I sit back down on the bed, wincing at the pain from grabbing my phone off the nightstand.

“Healershealershealershealers” I scroll through my phone contacts. Cursing myself for not learning healing magic like Marie was always wanting me and Milo to do. Then I see my saving grace 

invis-bitch

Given how close they are to Sam it’s not my best option, but better than an earful from Marie. I dial the number and put it on speakerphone.

“investigator Greer speaking” “investigator Greer~ is this some film noir scene! Am I supposed to put on some sort of cheap jersey accent and tell you about how my husband has mysteriously vanished~” “very funny. I’m just testing it out” “it sounds nice i’m sure if Milo heard you say that he would tackle you right then and there” a chuckle can be heard on the other end of the phone “are you gonna get on the topic of why you called? Or am I supposed to guess?” “oh, right. are you free at all?” “actually I’m at work right now. why what’s up?” “Shit-never mind I thought I left something at your house..but it’s right in front of me!” “you sure? You don’t sound normal” “i’m fine just woke up. see you at the next pack meeting. investigator Greer~”

I Hang up the phone and grab my bag. Taking a few ibuprofen. Before heading to the shower. 

Nobody’s POV 

Darlin gets out of the shower and gently slithers into a tank top and boxers.

*BUZZBUZZBUZZ* invis-bitch

“can’t get enough of me huh?”

“you worry me” “you’re not the first person who’s told me that” “given your track record I won’t be the last” “so what’s up?” “your hurt what happened?” “you got all of that from a phone call? No wonder you’re one of dumps best” “Answer the question Tank” “FINE. Me and Sam wanted to get a little rougher in bed and he pushed me against the wall too hard…” “did Sam not realize it?” “well, if he did, I wouldn’t be sitting here with a broken rib talking to you now would I?” “usually Sam’s pretty careful with his strength..” “🎶it was the heat of the moment🎶-OW! shit!” “try not to strain yourself DumbASS” “why do you sound so pissy?” “I had to cancel my dinner plans because I have to work late. stop deflecting” “…asshat” “why didn’t you call Sam?” “he’s already out  helping Vinny with shit and the sun is bright as hell. He can’t go anywhere” “but that’s not the only reason” “what makes you say that?” “because you hide your emotions the same way Milo does. You give some vague general ass answer, in hopes to satisfy the person asking because you don’t want to burden them” “wow getting read to filth on a Tuesday afternoon”

“spill. i’m literally sitting here doing basic ass paperwork I’ve got time” “…..Sam takes his time with everything…and that’s time I’m happy to give him..i’m scared that one stupid accident will make us go backwards…” “….do you wanna know why me and Milo work so Well?” “…sure” “Me and Mi work so well because we communicate on everything. “Hey love the knots are a little too tight” “hey sweetheart can you use a little less teeth?” We constantly have that line of intimate communication To the point where it’s as simple as talking about dinner” “but i don’t want to-” “To scare him? Oh Honey that Man is ALL IN! because you’re his safe person. He has a level of trust with you that he’s never had with anybody else” “..so what do I do?” “have a conversation. I promise you it’s not as hard as it sounds” “….thanks for the advice” “yeah, try actually listening to it”

They hang up the phone. and grab a heating pad out from the bottom of the cupboard under the sink 

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“I’m Home Darlin!” Darlin walks out of the bedroom “hey baby” they give him a soft kiss and wrap their arms around his neck. Their side burned in pain, but they managed to hide it  “how was your day?” “pretty uneventful. what about you?” “Who would’ve guessed Vincent is so picky when it comes to outdoor decor *sigh* but I’m happy to be home” “are you gonna go get cleaned up or do you want to chill on the couch” “we can chill on the couch. That’s fine with me” the two sit on the couch and cuddle up close, being careful as to not sit in a way that would injure them further 

“hey Sam?” “yeah Darlin?” they sit up and turn to him “um…I…I noticed something this morning that sparks an important conversation we need to have…” “is everything OK?” “yeah, everything’s fine. Justhear me out OK?” “all right I’m hearing ya” “last night was great it felt great. Everything was great. but this morning I woke up and saw the effects of it…” “..did I hurt you?” “….yeah. I didn’t want to tell you.. because I didn’t want you to feel shitty over a mistake..” “Darlin..I appreciate you looking out for me like that but I can handle a little constructive criticism when it comes to you. I wanna make sure you’re comfortable” “and I am comfortable! It just needs some tweaking..” “and I’m more than happy to do that…can I see” “how did you know the pain is still there?”

“you were walking weird..thought you just fell asleep on something…please let me see” Darlin lifts up their tank top and exposes the large bruise covering their side. They can hear sam’s gasp

“i’m so sorry Darlin” “Sam it was a simple mistake.. you don’t need to apologize for that” “….at least let me fix it..let me give you that tender love and care I should’ve given you last night before we fell asleep” Darlin nods and Sam gestures for them to lay down, And turns them to their side. “can I touch?” “Yea. Sammy baby you don’t need to ask. it’s not like we’re back in my old apartment after I fought those vamps. i’m familiar with these..callus hands~” they smiled  and for a split second it brought Sam back to that old apartment and hell, even through tears and blood and pain his darlin still smiled.

Sam’s hands gently shifted around their torso. Sam’s magic didn’t tingle like Marie’s or Milo‘s mate’s. It felt warm. Like a roaring fire on a cold winters night. or a warm blanket after a long day. It was a Sam feeling. it’s their favorite feeling. 

Once the healing was all done Darlin went to pull down their shirt, but Sam stopped them 

“I never said I was done” “but you finish the healing” “yeah, I plan to do much more than that kind of healing” they stopped his hands “Sam I don’t want it to take too much out of you. That was a lot of magic” “i’m fine darlin. I only got a dull headache it’ll go away in a little while. But right now I wanna do this. if you’ll let me” “..Fine”

Sam straddles their legs. And leans forward.  planting soft kisses on their side where the bruise used to be. Gently kissing up and down their torso. the feeling of his scruff against their skin tickled against their scars. “I can feel you almost laughing” “it feels nice! but it also tickles” “i’m glad” “….But..Ya know what would feel even better?~” “what’s that?” “feeling those soft lips on mine~” “is that so~” they adjust themselves  so they’re laying on the couch and Sam’s on top of them. He wraps his arms around their neck. And Darlin locks their lips. A soft and warm kiss.  one of those kisses where it just feels like everything’s right in the world. (even when things aren’t) Sam breaks away and gazes into their eyes. 

“I love you Sam” “I love you too Darlin”

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This might be shit 

But that’s OK. However, I am not. 

I’m not OK 

I promise that I will write something other than Sam&Darlin soon (I just really love them)

Hope you enjoyed 





[serpentinegraphite]

Since Gotham City is often set in Jersey, and NJ is one of those states where you can't pump your own gas, like. Before Batman gets an electrical car do you think he has to let some random gas station attendant top off the batmobile?

I'm imagining like Battinson brooding in the front seat of the batmobile, sad noir monologue in his head about crime, waiting for the gas station attendant to finish filling up the batmobile

Alternatively, campy early era Batman explaining to the viewer, "we have to allow someone else to pump the gas, Robin. That's the Law!" While they're illegal vigilantes

Like 1 in 3 gas station attendants are like "no dude, you're doing crimes (vigilantism) I'm not getting bagged as an accessory. Pump your own gas." And Bruce 100% does not know how the first few times bc he's Gotham born and bred and, crucially, the kind of rich boy who has a chauffeur most of the time anyway before his vengeance quest really gets underway.

[chic-a-gigot]

Le Petit écho de la mode, no. 10, vol 23, 10 mars 1901, Paris. 4. Toilettes de ville. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

I. Corsage en soie glacée bleu ciel de Nice. Ce délicieux corsage est composé de plis creux montés sur un empiècement carré en satin blanc recouvert de grosse guipure Cluny encadré par une patte entourée de petits galons d’argent. Cette patte se termine à gauche par un bouton fantaisie. Les plis sont réunis à la taille sous une ceinture en étoffe pareille; entre les plis, petites pattes en velours même ton. Manches plissées sur crevé de velours garni d’un parement rayé de galon d’argent.

I. Nice sky blue ice silk bodice. This delicious bodice is made up of box pleats mounted on a square white satin yoke covered with large Cluny guipure framed by a tab surrounded by small silver braid. This tab ends on the left with a fancy button. The pleats are gathered at the waist under a belt of similar fabric; between the folds, small velvet tabs of the same tone. Pleated sleeves on velvet trimmed with a striped silver braid facing.

Mat.: 4 mèt. de soie, 0m50 de velours, 0m60 de guipure.

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II. Costume tailleur en drap jersey coque de noix. Jupe souple non doublée, garnie au bas d’une bande piquée, formant des dents, des pattes piquées plus étroites garnissent le haut. Boléro court avec revers. Col et pattes piqués. Manches unies avec revers piqués. Gilet croisé en soie mauve surmonté d’un col droit rabattu. Ceinture ronde en drap. Toquet en taffetas noir orné de plumes noires. Gants blancs.

II. Tailored suit in walnut shell jersey cloth. Soft, unlined skirt, trimmed at the bottom with a stitched band, forming teeth, narrower stitched tabs garnish the top. Short bolero with lapels. Stitched collar and legs. Plain sleeves with stitched cuffs. Purple silk double-breasted vest topped with a straight turn-down collar. Round cloth belt. Black taffeta hat decorated with black feathers. White gloves.

Mat.: 5m50 de drap, 1m50 de soie.

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III. Toilette en crêpe de Chine gris étain, velours cerise, satin blanc et guipure. Jupe plissée par groupes, montée sur un empiècement découpé en velours entouré d’un entre-deux de guipure. Boléro bouillonné encadré de guipure et d'un dépassant de velours. Ce boléro, très ouvert, laisse voir un gilet de satin blanc croisé sur un plastron de guipure surmonté d’un col droit en guipure et de petites oreilles de velours. Ceinture en velours. Manches bouillonnées. Fond de jupe séparé.

III. Ensemble in pewter gray crepe de chine, cherry velvet, white satin and guipure. Skirt pleated in groups, mounted on a cut-out velvet yoke surrounded by a guipure insert. Bubbled bolero framed with guipure and a velvet overhang. This very open bolero reveals a white satin vest crossed over a guipure bib topped with a straight guipure collar and small velvet ears. Velvet belt. Bubble sleeves. Separate skirt bottom.

Mat.: 11 mèt. de crêpe de Chine, 1 m. de velours, i m. de guipure.

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IV. Costume en drap léger bleu toile, velours même ton et mousseline de soie. Jupe plissée à petits plis sur les hanches donnant l’ampleur au bas. Tablier plat devant. Cette jupe est montée sur un fond de jupe. Corsage-veste plissé à plis lingerie très fins formant une petite basque bordée de velours. Le haut, décolleté en rond, est garni d’une berthe en velours terminée par un nœud; petits nœuds retenant les devants. Chemisette plissée en mousseline de soie blanche avec col rabattu en velours. Ceinture en velours. Manches ouvertes du bas sur un petit bouffant en mousse line de soie serré par un poignet en velours.

IV. Suit in light blue canvas cloth, same-tone velvet and silk chiffon. Pleated skirt with small pleats on the hips giving fullness to the bottom. Flat apron in front. This skirt is mounted on a skirt base. Pleated bodice-jacket with very fine lingerie pleats forming a small basque lined with velvet. The top, with a round neckline, is trimmed with a velvet berthe finished with a bow; small knots holding the fronts. Pleated white silk chiffon shirt with velvet turn-down collar. Velvet belt. Sleeves open at the bottom to a small bouffant in linen silk foam tightened by a velvet cuff.

Mat.: 6 mèt. de drap, 1 mèt. de velours, 1 mèt. de mousseline de soie

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V. Costume en cover-coat « café », velours même ton et guipure. Jupe avec tablier plat, garnie de petits plis prenant des côtés entourant le bas. Corsage-blouse plissé en travers croisé de côté sous un revers fantaisie en drap recouvert de velours. Le haut ouvert laisse voir un gilet en guipure surmonté d’un col droit. Cravate de soie noire. Ceinture ronde en velours. Manches garnies de grands revers de guipure.

V. Suit in “coffee” cover coat, same-tone velvet and guipure. Skirt with flat apron, trimmed with small pleats taking from the sides surrounding the bottom. Bodice-blouse pleated crosswise crossed on the side under a fancy lapel in cloth covered with velvet. The open top reveals a guipure vest topped with a straight collar. Black silk tie. Round velvet belt. Sleeves trimmed with large guipure lapels.

Mat.: 6 mèt. de drap, 1 mèt. de velours.

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VI. Costume en lainage bleu militaire. Jupe ronde unie doublée de soie ou d’alpaga. Corsage-blouse ouvert devant sur un gilet de satin blanc. Le haut du corsage est garni d'up col fantaisie entouré de petits galons d’or. Coi droit garni de galon d’or. Ceinture ronde unie. Manches avec revers garnis de galon d’or. Petit bouffant en satin blanc retenu par un poignet rayé de galon d’or. Chapeau en paille maïs, orné de plumes blanches, soie maïs et roses roses.

VI. Military blue wool suit. Plain round skirt lined with silk or alpaca. Bodice-blouse open in front over a white satin vest. The top of the bodice is trimmed with a fancy high collar surrounded by small gold braid. Right side garnished with gold braid. Plain round belt. Sleeves with cuffs trimmed with gold braid. Small white satin bouffant held by a cuff striped with gold braid. Corn straw hat, decorated with white feathers, corn silk and pink roses.

Mat.: 6 mèt. de lainage, 1 mèt. de satin. 10 mèt. de galon.