#Jonathan Hill

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Oh BROTHER

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Coming from Comixology Originals:

Budding Crisis #1 (of 5) debuts Jan. 21

Written by MK Reed (Americus, Science Comics: Dinosaurs, Delver) with art and letters by Jonathan Hill (Americus, Lizard Boy 2) and colors by Allie Drake, Budding Crisis is a new fantasy series about the disappearance of the world’s most precious magical resource, a plant whose seed has the power to grant wishes. With the Onomanthe plant extinct in the wild and the last cultivated strain dying out, what will the population do?

[fundamental-cactus]

J’Kaylee attended church on their honeymoon (surprise!). All I could think was ‘girl, why wasn’t this your wedding dress?!?’

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NYCC 2024: comixology Originals Expands With New Acquisitions and Print Distribution Channels

NYCC 2024: comixology Originals Expands With New Acquisitions and Print Distribution Channels #comics #comicbooks #nycc #nycc2024 #nycc24

Timed to New York Comic Con, Jeff DiBartolomeo, head of comiXology, unveiled a robust and diverse slate of new digitally exclusive comiCology Originals titles, teased upcoming projects, and announced a new print publisher for the program. At an event at Amazon’s Midtown Manhattan office, DiBartolomeo underscored the company’s ongoing dedication to the comiXology Originals program as he teased 17…

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Immaterial Architecture : Waverley Pavilion by Russell Moreton Via Flickr: russellmoreton.blogspot.com/ Building The Drawing. The drawing as analogue allows more subtle relations, of technique, material and process, to develop between drawing and building. Immaterial Architecture The Illegal Architect Jonathan Hill Oak Tree Oil Paper Plaster Rust Sgratfito Silence Sound Steel Television Weather Frosted Light Index of immaterial architectures TRANSPARENCY : LITERAL AND PHENOMENAL Colin Rowe, Robert Slutzky Interactions of the Abstract Body Josiah McElheny Object Lesson Interactive Abstract Body (Square) The Spatial Body (After Fontana) Tracing Eisenman Stan Allen Indexical Characters FABRIC=MASS+ FORM Alan Chandler The interest in fabric formwork is in its deployment in a building process, which is faster than conventional formwork. Fabric formwork is inherently more sustainable due to the minimising of both concrete and shuttering, and more radically, allows the constructor to intervene in the process of casting even as the cast is taking place. ANTI OBJECT Kengo Kuma We are composed of matter and live in the midst of matter. Our objective should not be to renounce matter, but to search for a form of matter other than objects. What that form is called- ARCHITECTURE, GARDENS< TECHNOLOGY is not important. ReThinking Matereriality The engagement of mind with the material world Elizabeth DeMarrais, Chris Gosden, Colin Renfrew The Affordances of Things Towards a Theory of Material Engagement Aesthetics, Intelligence and Emotions Relationality of Mind and Matter Material Agency Towards a Non-Anthropocentric Approach Carl Knappett, Lambros Malafouris At The Potter's Wheel : An Argument for Material Agency We should replace our view of cognition as residing inside the potter's head, with that of cognition enacted at the potter's wheel. The Neglected Networks of Material Agency : Artefacts, Pictures and Texts Material Agency as Cognitive Scaffolding The Cognitive Life of Things Material Engagement and the Extended Mind Lambros Malafouris, Colin Renfrew Minds, Things and Materiality Michael Wheeler Communities of Things and Objects : A Spatial Perspective Carl Knappett Imagining the Cognitive Life of Things Edwin Hutchins Things and Their Embodied Environments Architectures for Perception Structuring Perception through Material Artifacts Charles Goodwin Leach Pottery, Studio and Museum A Potter's Book Bernard Leach Adventures of the Fire, Vessels Through Time Ceramic Pavilion People make space, and space contains people Ceramic space and life Gordon Baldwin Objects For A Landscape David Whiting Vessels-Spaces that cannot be drawn, rather they need to be experienced. Imagining a Vessel in a Rock on a Beach, 2006,(charcoal on paper) The Architecture of The Ceramic Vessel The use of the vessel in the investigation of our world. The exploration through the dichotomy of the analysis between exterior and interior, of one pot to another and from the message they convey. MATERIAL MATTERS ARCHITECTURE AND MATERIAL PRACTICE Katie Lloyd Thomas PLENUMS : RETHINKING MATTER, GEOMETRY AND SUBJECTIVITY Peg Rawes ARCHITECTURE IN THE AGE OF DIVIDED REPRESENTATION The Question of Creativity in the Shadow of Production Dalibor Vesely The Nature of Communicative Space Creativity in the Shadow of Modern Technology The Rehabilitation of Fragment Towards a Poetics of Architecture The Projective Cast Architecture and its Three Geometries Robin Evans Architects do not produce geometry, they consume it Analysing ARCHITECTURE Simon Unwin Geometries of Being Architecture as Making Frames Space and Structure

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More Graphic Novels - if you haven't read them, they're new to you!

Another graphic novel TBR rundown! Tales of a Seventh-Grade Lizard Boy, by Jonathan Hill, (Sept. 2022, Walker Books), $24.99, ISBN: 9781536216462 Ages 8-12 Tommy Tompkins is the new kid in town, and he’s from somewhere REALLY different: he’s a lizard person from beneath the earth! Beginning seventh grade in a new town is tough enough, but Tommy has an entirely new face and has to pretend to eat…

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Vampires vs Werewolves, ft. Joe Hill, @victoriocity, Aliette de Bodard, Ben Aaronovitch, Oraine Johnson, Garth Nix, @sarah-hawley and @jonnywaistcoat prevaricating like he knows any answer will be used against him in the future.

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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

[kingsbridgelibraryteens]

Middle School Monday: Tales of a Seventh-Grade Lizard Boy by Jonathan Hill 

This graphic novel tells the story of the Lizk’t family of lizard people, who fled from a terrible life under the Earth’s crust. Now they are passing as humans, wearing masks and calling themselves the Tomkins family. Booger Lizk’t is now using the name Tommy Tomkins, but just because he has an ordinary name doesn’t mean he fits in with the other human kids in the seventh grade.

Tommy Tomkins is teased and bullied by the other kids, he doesn’t like wearing his human face, and he’s worried about a popular TV series featuring lizard invaders from outer space (which is clearly inspired by the 1980s science fiction mini-series / series called V!)

On one level, this is a fast-paced and engaging book about alien invaders. But at the same time it’s also a book about the challenges of middle school, friendship, trust, and becoming the kind of person that YOU want to be.

Give this book to older kids and younger teens who enjoy science fiction and aliens, as well as thought-provoking stories about fitting in and growing up.

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Thinking about a world where they never find Tim’s remains in the Unknowing, but it’s assumed he’s dead, so when Jon wakes up from his coma and asks after him Basira says the same. And that’s all we ever hear of it.

But then the world goes to shit and our two favorite backpackers come across a fiery domain in London where once, there might have been an abandoned theatre. And there might have been a circus.

Now there is only a rageful man on its stage, burning to his core, fending off wave after wave of things that once had faces with burning palms. Things that, once, might have been his friends. He doesn’t know.

Except, when he looks up into the audience carved from stone, there he is— standing where Tim once did, in a time that seems so far away, is his asshole boss. And he’s so angry but he also can’t help but be relieved, in a way that is oh so achingly familiar, knowing that this man, this fucking prick, is the only man he can ever be sure is real.

He still doesn’t forgive Jon. But he once again thanks him. And when he presents Tim the golden opportunity to blow the Magnus Institute into pieces? Well, shit, maybe he will forgive him, if he can find him Somewhere Else.

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I know Jill has done a few pretty heinous "renovations" in her day but this is so BAD

Those white cabinets were FINE and she went through all that trouble just to make them look 20 years out of date with that wall color, not to mention that backsplash that goes with literally nothing

And of course she put one of her weirdo flower arrangement things right next to the oven so it can start a fire like wooooo eeee this one is a doozy

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Thomas Cromwell Introduction Scene.

WOLF HALL | S01E01 'Three Card Trick'

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Jonathan: So you're Eddie? Eddie: I am... if you want me to be.

Scriddler Silent Hill aka putting the ship through unfathomable horrors with @acapelladitty 😱😱

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listen listen I think Tim and Sasha should be in their 40s. And then you just have this obviously 20 something year old who's now THEIR BOSS claiming is 38 as if they can't spot a fresh out of college baby a mile away

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i put them in a place

[gollancz]

That's right baybeeee - ten years after it first launched, Gollanczfest is back and it's bigger than ever!

WHEN?

16th March 2024

Leonardo Royal Hotel, London

Tickets go on sale Friday 6th October at 10am UK time!

Early presale for tickets available exclusively to our newsletter subscribers

WHO?

Our headliner? Only VICTORIA AVEYARD

Other confirmed authors: Joe Abercrombie, Natasha Pulley, Garth Nix, Dhonielle Clayton, Joe Hill, Ben Aaronovitch, @joannechocolat, Aliette de Bodard, Sarah Hawley, @jonnywaistcoat, Esmie Jikiemi-Pearson . . . and MANY more

Plus: YOU

PLUS

All tickets come with a goodie bag full of Gollancz goodies work at least £30

VIP tickets are available with access to the green room, priority tickets to panels, and additional goodies

FREE SFF quiz run by the greatest quizmasters (allegedly, this may be a title they've claimed themselves and I cannot verify) Joe Abercrombie and Garth Nix!

We'll be announcing panels soon, but this is going to be a fun, friendly and festive day, full of nerdery, excitement and probably a lot of harried looking Gollancz staff stuffing their faces with sandwiches and trying to find where distracted authors have wandered off to.

PARTY TIME