#John Pastore

[politicaldilfs]

Rhode Island Governor DILFs

Donald Carcieri, John Chafee, J. Joseph Garrahy, John A. Notte, Bruce Sundlun, Lincoln Chafee, Dan McKee, Christopher Del Sesto, John Pastore, Dennis J. Roberts, Lincoln Almond, Frank Licht, Robert E. Quinn, Norman S. Case, Theodore F. Green, J. Howard McGrath, Edward D. DiPrete, Philip Noel

[oldshowbiz]

1969.

Rowan and Martin appeared on the Smothers Brothers Comedy Hour to present the Fickle Finger of Fate to pro-censorship politician John Pastore.

[emmalandry]

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𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝 ~ ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕩 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕤!𝔻𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

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𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝔸𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℙ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣'𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕦𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕦𝕝 𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕚𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕖. 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 ℝ𝕒𝕗𝕖 ℂ𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥? 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕦𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝔻𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝔻𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪/𝕊𝕚𝕣 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝔻𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, ℙ𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖, ℍ𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕍𝕚𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕚𝕥𝕪, 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 𝟙.𝟟𝕜

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Y/N L/N. The most beautiful girl on Kildare island. She had silky smooth skin that was almost like porcelain so dainty and delicate she could be shattered and corrupted at any moment and that's just what Rafe Cameron planned to do. Corrupt her and claim her as his. Every time he heard her sickly sweet voice something grew in him, an urge. The urge to take away her innocence, He was like a predator lying in wait for the opportunity to attack. After months of waiting he found the perfect opportunity to strike. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, Mr.L/N had just finished today's Sermon but he and the rest of Y/N's family decided to stay back at the church letting Y/N return home knowing she had some leftover schoolwork to complete. Rafe knew that whenever the L/N's decided to stay at the church every other Sunday they were usually gone for hours upon hours and today would be no different. He watched as she clicked her heels against the pavement on her way back to her car, her long sun dress flowing in the breeze she looked so angelic. It may seem cliche to say it about the Pastor's daughter but Y/N most definitely was an angel sent from heaven above and every single time it cause a strain in Rafe's shorts.

Just as she was about to reach her little blue beetle convertible she felt a hand on her shoulder she was almost sent into a panic when she heard it, heard him and a wave of relief hit her. "Hey darling, can I talk to you for a second?" she felt her heart flutter and a blush creep up her cheeks at the nickname leaving his lips. She took a deep breath before slowly turning around and looking up to meet his piercing blue eyes. "Sure Mr.Cameron, what is it?" 'Mr.Cameron' he chuckled to himself, the two weren't well acquainted other than the occasional small talk at the country club or church other than that even though they were both kooks their paths didn't cross often. "Slow your roll angel, you can call me Rafe, Im only a year older than you no need for all these hotshot titles." He gave her that smile that could have any girl falling into a puddle at his feet and Y/N's legs just about gave out at the sight. She would smile back at him before opening her mouth once more to speak "What did you need to talk to me about?" She looked away trying to avoid his piercing eyes and he smirked. "Just wanted to tell you that you looked really good today" He played with the hem of her sun dress dragging on what he was gonna say "Your dress really compliments your skin...I was wondering maybe if I could take you out to dinner tonight?" Y/N gave him a confused look, Rafe was handsome, really really handsome and he had a reputation with women around the island.

Kooks and Touron women alike, all of them were far more experienced than her. She never held hands, kissed a boy, she never even had a boyfriend and yet here she was standing in front of the Kook King staring dumbfounded because he just asked her to dinner. Noticing her puzzled look he spoke again, "My whole family leaves for the mainland this afternoon so maybe you could come over and I can make you dinner?" "Are you asking me on a date?" a low chuckle left his lips. "Yes angel, I'm asking you on a date."

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Considering how your day started you would've never expected to be in Rafe fucking Cameron's bed, your thighs squeezing his head while you're begging for your release, whines and small "Oh god's" leaving your swollen pink lips. "So I'm God now princess?" he let a chuckle slip out receiving a whine from you as he felt you clench around his fingers. A smirk creeps up on his face "Oh you like that angel? Do you like thinking of me as a god?" a small "Mhm" leaving your mouth. He grabbed ahold of your face making you look down at him "If you're not gonna use your words baby then ill put that mouth to use some other way. Open up. Now." Your jaw practically unhinges at his words as he stands to his full height and spits into your mouth, "Swallow" he shuts your jaw and slaps your face lightly as you swallow his saliva. "Such a good little girl, aren't you doll?" he continues to pump his fingers in and out of your soaked cunt, repeatedly hitting the soft spongey spot inside you causing you to let out a loud almost pornographic moan as you clench around his slender fingers one last time before releasing your juices all over his fingers.

"You taste so sweet, like honey." he sucks your release off his fingers and climbs up your body landing a kiss on your lips. Looking up at him with your big doe eyes you ask "What about you?" he lets a laugh slip past his lips "Aren't you just so generous, darling?" you bite your lip and avoid his gaze. "I just...I want you to feel good." a frown crossing over her face. He puts his index finger to his chin almost like he was thinking. "Okay, princess...you want me to feel good? Open up." Y/N hesitated looking up to see Rafe rolling his eyes before reaching his hand up to your face and giving you a light slap. "I thought you were a good girl Y/N. Why are you not following Daddy's orders, Hm?" You begin to feel a blush creep up your neck. "I-I am a good girl...I promise." You frown and he gives you a sly smirk. "Then prove it." You open your mouth slowly and hear him unbuckle his belt before hearing it hit the floor. Your eyes marvel at his visible hard-on showing through his boxers. As he pulls them down you witness his cock slap against his stomach and you begin practically drooling.

"You like what you see sweetness?" You nod slowly, too scared to close your mouth to speak before he walks over to you and slaps his cock against your lips. “Don’t be shy baby…Suck.” You take his cock into your mouth and begin to lightly suckle his tip giving kitten licks here and there before trying to take the whole thing in your mouth. You gag when the tip kisses the back of your throat but try again whilst tears are welling up in your eyes. He weaves his hand into your hair and pulls you off. “Careful Baby. I know you’ve never done this, you’re just a dumb little girl you’re not ready to take it all in that pretty little throat yet.” you nod and pull your mouth off him reaching your hand up to stroke him. You look up to see him flashing you a panty-dropping smile and you feel your arousal gush down your legs once more as you clench your thighs together. Rafe's hand begins to stroke your cheek as you continue to tug on his cock. "You think you're ready to take me baby? You want me to destroy that perfect little pussy?" "Yes sir." He smiles again, "There's my good little girl. Don't worry baby. I won't stop until I've completely corrupted that dumb little head of yours."

He rubs his tip through your soaked folds and the moment his tip bumps your puffy little clit you let out a whine. You whisper out a pathetic "Please." and you notice him shift his gaze to your face. "Please what angel? Tell me what you want." "Wan' you to fuck me sir...take my v-virginity." You swallow harshly and feel him begin to push his fat head inside you. "Relax Darling, Daddy's gonna take good care of his sweet girl." Hearing these words leave his lips your body relaxes and it allows him to bottom out inside you. You felt so full, you've never had anything feel this good. You never even touched yourself in fear that god was watching. "M-move...please need you to move." "Oh yeah? You think you're ready for that baby?" You nod, he begins with slow shallow thrusts that have you arching your back into the air as your hands grip onto his satin sheets. "Oh god." You moan out. "Shhh angel, God's not here. It's just me." His hand reaches up to grip your silver cross that dangles around your dainty little neck before he snatches ahold of the chain and pulls you upwards for a kiss. It's messy. Nothing but tongues and teeth clashing together. His thrusts begin to get more aggressive the sound of sweaty skin slapping together filling the room as you writhe beneath him.

His hand reaches up to draw quick circles on your clit. Who were you to tell him no? It was so swollen and begging for attention. You moan into his mouth, back arching into the air as your pussy begins to clench around him. "My perfect little fucktoy, You're nothing but a stupid little girl. Are you gonna cum baby? How about I fill up your tight little pussy? It's just begging to be filled. Want's me to give you a baby. You want that honey?" He breathes out, His breathing is shaky trying to help you reach your release. "Uhuh." you moan out, eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape. "Uhuh, what angel?" He slaps your cheek making your eyes shoot open. "Wan' you to give me a baby. Make me swollen and make me a mommy." he lets out a low groan as you clench around him and your arousal gushes against his cock and your thighs. After about 3 more shallow thrusts he shoots his seed inside you and lays his body on top of you. He slowly pulls his now softening cock out of you. He glances down to see his spend leaking out of you before gathering it on his fingers and fucking it back inside of you. "Gotta keep it in there baby. Make sure you become a mommy." You give him a shaky breath in response as he curls up next to you, stroking your hair out of your face and pecking your cheek. "This means you're mine now baby. My darling angel."

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[middlingmay]

Clegan Road Head anyone?

I tried to come up with some kind of semi-reasonable name for this fic, but there is none. I'll accept your best pun, please, but until then, Road Head it is. And yes, I am saying that like "Road House" in that Family Guy episode.

Set in the That Ol' Devil Called Love universe, a bit in the future. The Buckies have been together for a wee while by now.

I think this may be the filthiest thing I've ever written. Really, not for any young'uns lurking out there...

Enjoy!

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Driving, fast and reckless and hard. Swooping round wide curves. Flying over ridges and the jolting hit back down to earth. The grunts and growlings vibrating underneath as he pushed and pushed and pushed for everything he could get.

It always sent blood down and down, tightening the already limited give of his jeans.

He wasn’t the only one. Most fellas when they stepped out their low riding cars had to take a second to adjust things. The Pinks and other dames on the tracks liked to laugh at ‘em, but he’d seen that wiggle they did, covertly trying to rub their thighs together. Celebrations down on the air strip usually saw more than a few couples sneaking off to let the hot blood boil over.

“Jesus, Gale.” John’s breath caught in his throat and his body jerked in the driver’s seat.

The way Gale’s head bobbed in his lap wasn’t helping him get his breath back none, neither.

A menace of a passenger, was his Buck. A bossy, side-seat driver who issued commands and expected them to be obeyed. An unrepentant enabler of John’s hedonistic driving, rewarding him with petting and touches while he tried to concentrate on the road.

It might have taken them a hell of a time to figure it out, but John had to hand it to Buck: once they decided they were in this together, that pastor’s boy hadn’t held an ounce of himself back. John was discovering his Buck was just as wild, just as hungry for life and feeling as the rest of them.

Tonight was the first time in days they’d managed to find any time together. Between Buck’s tutoring and studying for finals and things being as hectic as ever at the shop, they hadn’t had much time for anything more than a quick peck on the cheek as they passed each other in the garage, or basking in the contented tiredness when he drove a yawning Gale home.

When John’d had enough, he’d driven up on Marge and Gale in the street and slowed down just enough to yell out, “Tonight. Ten-thirty!”, before he hauled ass to pick up parts Crank had secured for them.

Within two seconds of them driving out of town, Gale’s hands started to wander. He shuffled as close to John as he could get and peeled back the lapel of his leather. He warmed the cooling skin with his kisses instead. The thick, mallowy purse of Gale’s lips scattered a soft necklace of irrepressible need and affection.

The scrape of his teeth and their gentle tug on the tendon of John’s neck said, I miss you.

The hand sliding over his thigh and boldly, unreservedly, cupping the burgeoning bulge in his pants said, I want you.

John’s legs flexed and tensed and Baby shot forward. As soon as Gale felt the force of her pushing him back into his seat, he bit down and palmed a hard handful of John's denim-clad groin.

Against the pulse jerking in John's neck, Gale grinned. "Go faster."

Like he was the one in control of the wheel. John loved it, and Gale knew it, but still.

“Yeah? What you gonna give me?”

John foresaw another night of fidgeting against an uncomfortable mess between his legs until he could get home and clean up. Not that he gave much of a damn. Not that he didn’t get some kind of secret kick out of seeing proof of Gale’s lust for him.

What he didn’t foresee was Gale popping his jean buttons with a well-earned deftness, pulling him out into the open air, and swallowing John down in one go. Mouth open and throat lax, Gale Cleven was not in a teasing mood.

There on the straight of the old highway, John threw his head back and Baby flew across the roads like they were air.

John wished, oh how he wished, he could see the pillows of Gale’s lips cradling his shaft. He wished he could see that gorgeous, delectable pout all ruddied from riding up and down his length. He wished he could see those high and rounded cheeks full of Gale’s feeding. He wished he could see those long lashes fluttering in pleasure as he got off on the speed, the risk, and the exposure of it all, riding with Baby’s top down.

John shouldn’t even have been staring at the golden, undulating crown of Gale’s head.

He snapped his eyes back to the road. He’d never let anything happen to Buck whilst it was under his power. Gale knew that, and trusted it.

“Mmh, sweetheart.” John rolled his head along the line of his shoulders. He dropped a hand from the shifter to curl around the hidden profile of Gale’s jaw. “What’d I do to deserve this?”

Gale pulled off him, slow and slurping like the reluctant relinquishing of an ice pop on a hot day. The wind whipped across John’s exposed skin, sharpened by the copious wetness Gale left behind.

“Ah.” John’s hips kicked up at the arctic sensation and Gale kissed his crown in apology. He kissed there, then kissed his way up to John’s ear. Over the roar of the engine and the blood in John’s ears, he rumbled,

“I missed you.” The zing it sent down John’s neck, his spine and straight to his crotch had John spurring Baby on faster. Gale grabbed him in a firm fist and drew up, slowly. He thumbed the head and smeared over a spurt of pre. Humming with pleasure, Gale popped the sticky pad into his own mouth to collect the taste.

“Oh, fuck, Gale.” It coiled hot and desperate inside John.

Over John’s shirt, Gale pinched a nipple between his finger and thumb. Hard, and held it.

John bit his teeth around a grinding scream, raw and frustrated and sharp in his throat. His cock kicked against his belly and left a sticky, shiny patch on his shirt.

Gale was a quick study on what got John going.

“Eyes on the road. See if you can’t make it across the river before you come.”

John was going to bite through his lip. By Christ, he was. “And what’ll that get me?”

Gale, who’d started shimmying back down, raised an elegant, perfectly arched brow.

And oh boy, did John mean it when he said Gale knew exactly what made him tick.

Pressing a soft kiss, sweet as sugar, on John’s dimpled chin, Gale said, “It’ll make me happy. You like pleasin’ me, don’t you Bucky? Like giving me what I want?”

Lord save him, but yes he did.

“If you make it in fifteen, you can come. If you can’t do it in less than twenty, you’ll have to wait until we’re back at the apartment.”

It was a half hour drive to the other side of the river. With a smirk that promised both sin and rapture, Gale descended. Mouth full of him again, Gale gave a happy tingling hum of a sound which trembled over John’s sensitive skin; a vibration that was no less devastating for its delicacy.

John had never been ashamed of his performance, but Gale Cleven had proven a critical blow to his longevity. How was he supposed to last fifteen whole minutes?

The trees were a deep green blur. John was deaf to the blaring horns of the few late-night drivers still on the roads as they screamed past the last junction back into town. The swirls and thick wet prods of Gale’s eager tongue, and the hot suction of his mouth was too much. John grabbed a fistful of Gale’s hair and the mistake was near fatal. Gale threw himself down with even greater vigour and the snarling pleasure he spilled down John’s length nearly wrote his end in thick ropes across Gale’s tongue.

That whimpering half-squeal and the shaking of his knee spelled out just how far he teetered over that precipice. John felt the heat boil and froth no matter how frantically he tried to stop it or how hard he begged it to stay at bay.

“Oh fuh—please, no. Not yet. Not yet. Uh. God. Fuck. Gale, fuck.” It spilled over his lips like a fanatical prayer. An incessant, fruitless, babble.

Gale came up to heave in lungfuls of gasping breath. John felt the rise and fall of his chest all the way through his back where John rested his hand.

“How long?” Gale’s already low voice rasped and John shivered to hear him sounding as wrecked as he felt.

“Half—about half way, I think.” Jesus, they could be in Poland for all he knew right now.

Gale tutted. He turned to look up at John and shook his head. Those peach soft cheeks lined with the barest fuzz of stubble teased against his cockhead, leaving a loving streak behind. John wanted to lick it off in one fat stripe

“You can do better than that. Keep it together.”

John bit the knuckle of the hand not clenched around the wheel. Gale granted him a small mercy and settled for little kisses and kitten licks all over the length of him. A reprieve: space to regain a semblance of self-control, like that hadn’t been shot all to hell since Gale had barrelled into his life.

John was revelling in the pleasant contrast of his wind-stung ears and a warm cock when it came.

The flash and blip-blip of a police siren behind them.

Gale froze. John pushed his head down into the soft, fleshy muscle of his lap so Gale wouldn’t be seen. If any word of this got back to the pastor…

He maintained speed and the siren blared again. John squinted at the wingmirror to read the plate.

“I think it’s Kidd.”

It was definitely Kidd’s cruiser, at least.

Jack Kidd didn’t harbour the same outright hatred of him as Sherriff Huglin. He was mostly annoyed, usually vexed, which was fairly standard. But John was sure Kidd was at least 10% amused by some of his antics, too.

But more importantly, he was near certain he wouldn’t shop Gale if John let them get caught.

But. Kidd could. And it might not even be Kidd; just some pig driving his cruiser.

“You think?” It was impressive, how Gale glared at him so fiercely whilst pressed up against John’s naked dick.

“You wanna risk it?”

Gale licked his lips. “Can you out run him?”

John mustered up an offended glare of his own. “Again? Sure.”

Gale got a wicked glint in his eye. “Alright. New plan. Once you lose him? You can come.”

John’s own relationship with God was complicated. But he could be almost devout in moments like this, where it seemed like Gale had been made just for him by a divine power. He swore he fell a little more in love every time Gale revealed those layers that were as snarled and wild as John’s own.

There were no kitten licks this time. No sweet kisses. Gale sucked him back inside and fed himself down John’s hardness inch by inch. John white-knuckled the steering wheel and fought all his nerve-endings screaming at him to gaze upon Gale and never look away.

“Fuck baby, you don’t play fair.” John whined and Gale stopped half-way down and clamped his hand tight around the base of John’s cock. John hissed but petted Gale’s head in thanks.

God it wasn’t a moment too soon. Seeing John had no intentions of slowing down, Kidd sounded his full blues and twos and picked up speed. That hot, heady thrill of the chase melted into the ecstasy from Gale, and John was only a man. Gale must have gotten a good, thick taste of his excitement; he moaned and pushed himself further down on John’s cock. The noises it forced out of Gale’s throat were needy—like when you couldn’t stop slurping down water, not even for air, you had to slake your thirst so bad.

“Christ.” John’s hips bucked off his seat but Gale quickly pinned him down. He clamped tighter around the base of him. Without it, John would have come. God, he would have come.

John took a sharp turn and Gale sighed as it jolted John down even deeper. They drove through a red light and Gale tongued the ridge under John’s head. He pushed Our Baby until she shuddered, and Gale teased him with the barest scrape of teeth.

John had lost all control of what came out of his mouth. He lost all control of the thrusting of his hips and when Gale gave a particularly hard suckle, they bucked double-time to Kidd’s siren.

“God, just like that. You’re so good, doll. Fuckin’—can’t beli-eve you’re my guy. Oh Christ. Don’t stop. Fuck. Tighter—tighter! Oh—”

Gale let him go. A thick, slick string broke off from his glistening lips. He looked up, blue eyes darkened to a shade much more like John’s own. “I said lose him.”

John tossed a glance behind them. They’d gained some distance, but Kidd wasn’t giving up.

Gale tossed him his final order. “Give it all she’s got.”

John and Gale both gave it their everything. Whilst John tore down straights and threw them around turns and ignore every stop sign, crossing or light change on almost empty roads, Gale worked him with a dedication and fervour the church’s most faithful could never get near. Both hands clutched John between them like a prayer.

Finally John caught a break. He’d gained enough ground on Kidd, and when he rounded a corner straight into a junction, he was able to tear up the road to the left before Kidd came back into view.

It took them up a dark road lined with fields. Not a single streetlight. The paltry light of Baby’s headlights was the only visibility on offer.

John turned into an opening in a field, likely for tractors. He hit the brakes and killed the engine.

Baby plunged them into total darkness.

Gale, who’d turned his face into John’s stomach, pulled him down to hunch over him and hide out of sight.

“Did we lose him?” Gale hardly whispered, buried underneath.

John’s heart hammered in his chest. He could barely hear a thing over it but strained for the sharp sound of two-toned sirens.

Nothing.

“I think so.”

Gale tentatively pushed up and John let him. Barely daring to breathe, they searched for the lights of the cruiser.

In the dark, bereft of flashes of blue and red, they looked at each other. Gale’s hair stood up in all directions, the pomade still valiantly trying to hold it where John’s hands had scattered it. His lips looked swollen, even in the dark.

John was so goddamn gone for him.

“You said.” He hadn’t meant for it to sound so begging and plaintive. But Gale clicked his tongue in sympathy and pressed their foreheads together.

“I did. You did good, sweetheart. Just what I asked.” He dropped down to capture John’s mouth in a burning kiss. Like he wanted to swallow John’s tongue just like he did his cock. The kind of kiss you could do nothing against; just had to sit there and take it as it got so deep and full you couldn’t breathe.

As Gale took up all of John’s air, the last of it was choked out over Gale’s tongue as he palmed over John’s cock.

“I’m as good as my word, darlin’,” Gale said against his lips. “I got you. Come on, now. Give it me.”

He delved down and took John in his mouth, all eagerness and hunger. John wished he could savour it, now they had a little time. But he was so keyed up already between Gale’s attention and the chase, he had no hope. Like his body knew it was finally allowed to sink in and surrender to the pleasure that had been burning up his spine and all his nerves. All it took was a few pumps of Gale trying to fuck his throat on John; of watching those long dextrous fingers scramble at Gale’s own belt as he slipped his hand inside and squeezed at his own hardness, sobbing at the sheer relief.

And John was lost.

“Fuck, fuck. Gale.” It punched out of him. Rolled his eyes into the back of his head. Each buck of his hips and lashing pulse of his come was accompanied by pitiful, ah, ah, ah’s.

Gale swallowed every bit of him down. Even as John jerked at the sensitivity, he still gave tiny helpless thrusts, like his body just couldn’t let it end.

Finally, Gale relinquished him and crawled into John’s lap. John licked the taste of himself from Gale’s mouth: his tongue, his teeth, the seams of his lips—even the spongey trap between the back of his cheeks and his jaw.

When he was done, Gale dropped his head to John’s shoulder. John held him tight, one hand smoothing over his back and the other cradling the back of his head.

“You’re perfect, you know that?”

Gale scoffed and demurred. “John.”

“For me. You’re perfect for me.” He nosed at Gale’s cheek to get him to lift his head. “Let me show you?”

His hands crept towards Gale’s belt, but deft fingers caught his wrists.

Gale blinked at him all soft-eyed blueness and long lashes.

“How about,” he said low and teasing. “I drive back. You can show me just how perfect you think I am on the way.”

[illustratus]

Salisbury Cathedral from the Bishop's Grounds by John Constable

[reginadraws]

seven lies, multiplied by seven multiplied by seven again seven angels with seven trumpets send them home on the morning train

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was being chased down by John Pastor and a mob in a medieval city. Once they got close to my unusually contemporary house, I just told them to stop chasing me.

And they did.

[derputy]

Far Cry 5 as Parks & Rec* - Part 4 (Pt. 1/2/3) || As usual, tagging some awesome inspirations @racheljo47 @ms-rampage @i-am-the-balancing-point @yeetslovescheese - they never once asked to be tagged but they (so far) still let me for some reason <3

(commercial voice) **beware probable inconsistencies & spelling errors. the following meme video may not accurately depict op's feelings towards certain characters. canon accuracies may vary.

[barbituratecongestion]

this made me go crazy

[vox-anglosphere]

You don't have to go far in the Lake District to become mesmerised

[deadthehype]

Vincent Pastore for Sean John campaign in The Source Magazine March 2003 issue.

(via rapstylearcheology)

[annabolinas]

May 16, 1536 - Archbishop Cranmer Visits Anne in the Tower

"This day at dinner, the Queen said that she should go to a nunnery and is in hope of life." - William Kingston to Thomas Cromwell, May 16, 1536

"Only Anne herself, therefore, could set Henry free. What she said to Cranmer we will never know. But it was enough for the Archbishop of Canterbury to pronounce her marriage dissolved the next day. And later on the 16th, it may be by coincidence, it may not, it was determined that Anne should die, not by the agony of the fire, ut at the hands of the executioner of Calais." - David Starkey, Six Wives: The Queens of Henry VIII (2001)

"Did the archbishop hint at life in return for compliance? Did Anne confess to a consummated relationship with Percy or a third party, a quid pro quo, perhaps, for Henry not rejecting Elizabeth? There is no way of knowing what passed between the client, now archbishop, and his patron, now a condemned traitor. In all probability the meeting was what it purported to be, pastoral." - Eric Ives, The Life and Death of Anne Boleyn (2004)

"It's been suggested that [Cranmer] visited to try to convince her to 'confess to an impediment to her marriage'. This seems very probable given that that day at dinner, Anne told Kingston that she would go to a nunnery and that she was 'in hope of life'. Perhaps Cranmer offered Anne a deal: agree to an annulment and your life will be spared." - Natalie Grueninger, The Final Year of Anne Boleyn (2022)

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

John's note to Pastor Jerome

Heretic Jerome, You’ve listened to us. We’ve listened to you. We gave you time to think. LISTENING AND THINKING TIME IS OVER! You can’t protect your people from The Collapse! Only THE FATHER can! John Seed

A note, found in Fall’s End. ❇︎ Notes of Hope County

[middlingmay]

I am on a roll with TODCL. Here's a more fun snippet than I shared yesterday, from Crosby's bye-bye bash:

Brady tossed Gale the keys to Our Baby. “Can you take that,” he waved his hand over John, “home? Moron’s gonna wrap himself around a tree.” Protected by the enclave of the Bloody Hundredth and the fool’s bravery that came with a half bottle of whisky, John got handsy. When Gale deftly caught the keys, John's hands crept around his waist. Gale bit on the inside of his cheek as Benny swore and tried to peel John off him. “Will you—fuckin’ behave? Not now. You can feel him up later.” But as soon as Benny let him go, John slipped a hand into the dip between two of Gale’s shirt buttons. “Jesus, John,” Gale said and made no move to remove his wandering fingers. “Fuck sake.” Benny dragged him off and hauled him over to Baby and shoved him inside. “Marge.” Gale called her over, trying to ignore the sound of a car door opening and shutting, over and over, and Benny getting increasingly shrill. “Will you follow me over to John’s? So I can drop him off?” “If you open that fucking door one more time, Bucky, I’ll murder you with your own fucking rosary!” Marge peered over towards Our Baby, lips twitching in a merry dance. “Sure.” “Give me—give the goddamn door, Bucky. Give it!”

[illustratus]

L'Allegro by Thomas Cole

[dephellseed]

I could share my works in progress and all the the things i'm working on related to those things or I can throw out cute headcannons and I think I have a preference so here are all the cute sleepy headcannons I've got

Heralds Sleepy Headcannons

John gets whiney when he's sleepy. Borderline nonsensical in speech as he gets more tired, his voice goes up a little bit and his old southern accent starts to slip out. Once actually convinced to go to bed, he isn't exactly a peaceful sleeper. He tosses and turns a little bit unless he's holding something (or someone) and he mumbles in his sleep. He can and will get mad at you about something you did in his dream.

How Jacob sleeps is entirely dependent on whether or not someone reads to him or helps soothe him to sleep. He refuses to admit he's tired if he's in the middle of doing something, but it takes a while to catch the little warning signs of his for when he's gone too long between siestas. He talks less, stares off into space, kind of agitated. Generally though, unlike John, he doesn't need to be convinced to go to bed. He's actually an adult about his sleep schedule, mainly because he's learned to value every second of sleep he gets. When soothed, he sleeps like a log, unmoving and peaceful. He snores, but its not very loud. Its more like a low rumbling you can't really hear unless you lay your head on his chest. Left to his own sleep care, he thrashes in his sleep. He mumbles borderline incoherent statements about whatever nightmare is plaguing him, and his prone to sleep walking. He's been a sleep walker since he was little, but it got better as he got older, only to return full force once his time in the service was over. Their mother use to say he was a "walker and a screamer," so at least he doesn't scream anymore. It is very rare that during a nightmare he ever gets physically violent or acts out the actions in his dreams, but it has happened before. As such, he's very hesitant to let people around him when he's tired or near him when he's sleeping.

Joseph sleeps flat on his back with his arms crossed over his chest. Always has. Everyone thinks its weird, but he doesn't get it. He also sleeps fully clothed, which he also doesn't understand why people say is weird. His visions often plague him in his sleep, so he does actively sleep talk. It is rather common for people who sleep in the same room as him to be able to have complete conversations with him while he's asleep, only for him to not remember them when he wakes up. When sleeping in a bed with someone else, he prefers to be the little spoon.

Faith is a very light sleeper, something she attributes to her "sinful past." Every small noise from the creak of a floorboard to someone she breathing differently than normal wakes her. Once woken up, she has a very difficult time going back to sleep. Fortunately for her, Bliss tends to make people very sleepy. She's a professional napper at this point. Sleeping through the night might not be easy but there's plenty of quiet, secluded places to get an hour or two throughout the day. Generally a rather fidgety person, the only time she's ever truly still is when she's asleep.

Assorted Guns For Hire and Side Character Sleepy Headcannons

Sharky snores like a freight train. Saws logs like nobody's business. Very avid cuddler, but if he's holding you when he falls asleep? Good luck getting out of that death grip, babe.

Pastor Jerome sleep preaches. He mumbles whatever sermon he was planning before bed in his sleep. He thinks people are joking when they tell him about it. They really aren't.

Kim swears up and down that Nick snores loud enough to send her to the couch most nights. He claims this is blasphemy. She laughs about it.

If you thought Adelaide was loud when she's awake, you should try sleeping in a house with her. While her snoring is sporadic, it is very loud. Xander will try to convince you it's cute.