#John River

[katalina27ua]

"Рівер", 4 серія

1. Після того, як Роза допустила Рівера до подальшої роботи, Кріссі нарешті вирішила, що якщо вже він все одно розслідує вбивство Стіві, то хай краще робить це офіційно й ділиться з нею результатами) Але я так і не зрозуміла щодо сцени у неї вдома, чи він просто потрапив в той момент їй під руку, чи вона справді мала до нього якісь дуже добре приховані почуття?  Але хай там як, хоч з коханням їй нічого не обломилось, звичайно, але з дружбою, думаю, в них все буде гаразд) 2. Рівер всю серію намагався переконати всіх, а особливо самого себе, що не ревнує, але ніхто так і не повірив, в тому числі й він сам) 3. Роза, мабуть, думала, що зробить Ріверу приємне, повісивши у себе в офісі фото озера, в якому він мало не втопився у дитинстві) Ну зате воно дало йому можливість зіскочити з неприємної теми Стіві та її можливого коханця і заспівати Розі шведську народну пісню) Про кохання, звичайно) В якій герой називає свою кохану дівчину трояндою))) І буквально через пару секунд після цього сказати їй, що Стіві постійно бісилась через те, що він ніколи не співав для неї) Так що може слова пісні Роза і не зрозуміла, але це зрозуміла дуже добре, бо одразу спитала, навіщо він пішов за нею до театру) Але тут дуже невчасно прозвучав сигнал поже��ної тривоги, і вона (і ми разом з нею) нічого про це не дізнались)) Хоча мабуть, і так все ясно))

[poemsandpromises]

Such a duo. 💔

[classic-art-favourites]

Lovers in a Wood by John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1871.

[tojisun]

uhm thinking about realizing that you like dbf!price more than some platonic thing when, during some casual party that your parents are hosting, you caught him leaving the guest bathroom with a random girl, his arm thrown around her waist her lipstick smeared all over his lips — she’s claimed him for herself and the jealousy burns down your throat like gin and tonic.

he meets your eyes across the room, nods at you with that curious furrow in his gaze, and you — fuck — you couldn’t even pretend that you’re fine. that you’re unfazed. that you’re not angry with envy, so vitriolic it’s petrifying because you want him.

you want him for yourself.

(john pretends the taste of her cherry lipstick is yours. and god, he knows this is wrong, but—

you’re the sweetest thing he’s ever had. and he wants more.)

[tonsillessscum]

[alwaysbewoke]

Jean-Baptiste Pointe DuSable was born in Saint-Domingue, Haiti (French colony) during the Haitian Revolution. At some point he settled in the part of North America that is now known as the city of Chicago and was described in historical documents as "a handsome negro" He married a Native American woman, Kitiwaha, and they had two children. In 1779, during the American Revolutionary War, he was arrested by the British on suspicion of being an American Patriot sympathizer. In the early 1780s he worked for the British lieutenant-governor of Michilimackinac on an estate at what is now the city of St. Clair, Michigan north of Detroit. In the late 1700's, Jean-Baptiste was the first person to establish an extensive and prosperous trading settlement in what would become the city of Chicago. Historic documents confirm that his property was right at the mouth of the Chicago River. Many people, however, believe that John Kinzie (a white trader) and his family were the first to settle in the area that is now known as Chicago, and it is true that the Kinzie family were Chicago's first "permanent" European settlers. But the truth is that the Kinzie family purchased their property from a French trader who had purchased it from Jean-Baptiste. He died in August 1818, and because he was a Black man, many people tried to white wash the story of Chicago's founding. But in 1912, after the Great Migration, a plaque commemorating Jean-Baptiste appeared in downtown Chicago on the site of his former home. Later in 1913, a white historian named Dr. Milo Milton Quaife also recognized Jean-Baptiste as the founder of Chicago. And as the years went by, more and more Black notables such as Carter G. Woodson and Langston Hughes began to include Jean-Baptiste in their writings as "the brownskin pioneer who founded the Windy City." In 2009, a bronze bust of Jean-Baptiste was designed and placed in Pioneer Square in Chicago along the Magnificent Mile. There is also a popular museum in Chicago named after him called the DuSable Museum of African American History.

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[45hz]

keanu reeves (in river’s edge, 1986)

[sai-int]

I got another idea 🤭 (nsft)

Cod guys reaction to midsize girlies who don't like facesitting/being picked up due to their weight

river, hun. you're gonna send me into a spiral because i also just so happen to be a midsized girlie!! writing for these men make me so dizzyyyy ☹️

cod men x fem!reader

Simon doesn’t need a lot of words to get his point across, but when he hears you worrying about your weight, he gives you that long, deliberate look that says everything. His jaw tightens, his brow furrows just a bit, and before you know it, his hands are on your waist, pulling you into his lap like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“Listen t'me,” he says, his voice low and gravelly, eyes locked on yours. “Y'think I can’t handle ya, yeah? Tha' I don’t want all o'you? Don’t be daft...” His hands roam down to your thighs, squeezing gently as if to prove a point, his touch firm and grounding.

When it comes to facesitting, Simon doesn’t argue. He just lies back and guides you where he wants you, his grip unrelenting but so gentle it makes your heart race. “Look at me,” he murmurs, his gaze dark and serious. “Y'not too heavy. Y'perfect. Stop worryin' 'n let me enjoy what’s mine.” The low groan he lets out when you finally give in is pure satisfaction, and the way his hands force you to grind on his face, like he never wants to let you go, leaves no room for doubt—this is exactly what he wants.

The second you bring up your insecurities, Johnny reacts like you’ve just told him the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. His eyes widen, and he clutches his chest dramatically. “Weight? Lass, are ye jokin’? Yer worried about tha"?”

Before you can even respond, he’s got his arms around you, lifting you off the ground by your waist, spinning you around until you’re laughing despite yourself. “See? Told ye I could handle ye!” he grins, setting you down without a single bead of sweat dripping. His smile softens as his hands settle on your hips. “Now, le' m'make one thing clear: there’s not a single part of ye I don’t love, aye? You’re perfect just the way y'are, Bon.”

When it comes to facesitting, Johnny’s even more insistent. “Don’t deprive me of my favorite snack, lassie,” he tacks on a pout, but his voice full of mischief. But when he sees you’re genuinely hesitant, he cups your face in his hands, his expression turning serious. “Darlin’, I want this. I always want you. Let me show ye how much.” The way he grins against your skin when you finally give in, humming in pure delight, makes it clear—he’s exactly where he wants to be.

ps: since you brought your insecurities to his attention, he slings your legs around his shoulders and eats you out against the wall, holding your whole body up. he claims it "makes ye taste even better."

Kyle’s response is gentle but firm, the kind of reassurance that feels like a warm hug. When you bring up your worries, he tilts his head, his hands finding your waist like it’s second nature. “Hey, stop that,” he says softly, his thumbs brushing against your skin. “You’re absolutely gorgeous—every bit of you, yeah?"

If you’re nervous about being picked up, he never argues. He just waits for the right moment, then effortlessly lifts you, his grin widening at the surprised look on your face. “Told you it’s no problem,” he says casually, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

When it comes to facesitting, Kyle is patient but boy is he persistent. “If y'not into it, that’s alright, love, yeah? But,” he says, his hands rubbing slow circles on your thighs. “But if it’s just because you’re worried about me? Don’t be. I love everythin' about you, and I want this just as much as you do.” His voice is steady, his touch grounding as he murmurs soft reassurances. “Let me take care of you, yeah? Y'deserve to feel good.” The way he holds you steady, his lips and hands moving with purpose, leaves no doubt that he's all in for you.

Price’s response is calm but resolute, the kind of reassurance that makes you feel immediately grounded. The moment you voice your doubts, he fixes you with that steady, no-nonsense gaze that makes your heart flip. "’S enough of that,” he says firmly, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument. “You’re mine, and I don’t ever want to hear you doubting yourself like that again.”

He’s not one to just talk about it, either. He’ll prove it in the way he lifts you effortlessly, holding you close like you’re the most precious thing in the world. “See? Easy,” he says with a small, knowing smile, his hands lingering on your waist. “Now, no more of that nonsense, alright?”

Price is definitely more of a traditional man, but if there's one thing about him, he loves pussy. Now when it comes to facesitting, Price is nothing short of commanding. “You’re not too heavy. You’re exactly what I want,” he says, his hands steady on your hips as he guides you into place. His voice is low, laced with a quiet authority that makes you feel completely secure. “Let me take care of you.” And when you finally let go and just sit on his dang face, the way he hums in satisfaction against your skin, murmuring, “That’s my girl,” as he holds your hips is enough to make your head spin. Every touch, every word, is a reminder that you’re perfect in his eyes.

ps, he had to start dying his beard after he met you because the middle parts started to go copper-y.

mlist

[too-funky]

[fixy8ed4xys]

River Phoenix 1991 - ph. John Roco

[its-kapi-wara]

"You're so quiet today darling, what's on your mind?"

I was busy thinking about the manga/anime male characters whose physical appearance were inspired by real people...

[katalina27ua]

Про паралелі з "Рівером"

Мені раптово спало на думку, що паралелі між "Рівером" і "Добрими передвісниками" набагато глибші, ніж 100500 років юсту головних героїв) Все набагато цікавіше:

Але почну все ж з 100500 років юсту, причому у Рівера й Стіві таки за весь час нічого не було, це ми знаємо точно)

"Grumpy/sunshine"-динаміка. Стіві була тим буквальним сонечком для зазвичай похмурого Рівера, так само як Азірафель для Кроулі. Самого Рівера сайт ББС охарактеризував як людину з "the charmingly complicated, and tenderly intelligent darkness" всередині) Щось це нам нагадує)

Стіві могла змусити Рівера робити все, що завгодно) Навіть перефарбувати "Бентлі" в жовтий колір співати караоке))

"We're a team, a group. Group of the two of us". Рівер і Стіві були напарниками, буквально були командою)

Всі навкруги вважали їх парою. Родичі Стіві вважали Рівера членом сім'ї (а "родичі" Азірафеля вважали Кроулі його бойфрендом)))

Рівер дуже ревнував, коли дізнався, що у Стіві вдома жив голий чоловік)

Обидві парочки багато часу проводили в роз'їздах у машині)

"Завжди запізно". Рівер і Стіві тягли з зізнаннями в коханні до кінця й дотягли до того, що стало занадто пізно, Стіві відправилась на Небеса. Хоча про те, що вони один одного кохають, вони, звичайно, і так знали.

Дуже красива й романтична сцена танцю в кінці) Особливо, звичайно, в "Рівері". "People would gather and do some formal dancing and then realize they had misunderstood each other and were actually deeply in love." (c)

Монолог Рівера про те, як його в 6 років кинула в озеро з киплячою сіркою (Боженька, там навіть озеро повторюється!) рідна мати, і як він говорив нібито лише про матір, але насправді й про Стіві також:

"And we have nothing to say. What would you like to say? All of the things you want to say to someone who suddenly went away. How you miss them. How the air was sucked out of your lungs the moment they left. How you will never, ever... fully inhale again in the same way. How you miss them. How you miss them till your teeth ache".

[galleryofart]

Composition (Autumn)

Artist: John Palmer Wicker (American, 1860-1931)

Date: Between 19th and 20th century

Medium: Oil on canvas

Collection: Detroit Institute of Arts, Detroit, Michigan, United States

Biography

John Palmer Wicker (1860-1931) was born in Ypsilanti, Michigan, Feb. 23, 1860; son of William W. and Charlotte Adelaide (Palmer) Wicker; studied art seven years in Paris, three and one-half years at Julian Academy under William Bouguereau, and three and one-half years in private classes of Ferdinand Cormon; married at Saginaw, Mich., July, 1897, Marie Louise Saxmann.

[classic-art-favourites]

Thro' the Wood by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893).

[tonsillessscum]

[kittiekonfuzed]

Why'd he do that