#Jonathan cross

[heelhausen]

More maritime wrassle cheebs

[beyourselfchulanmaria]

CHAIR 150, 2022 /sculptural chairs DESIGNER by Jonathan Cross (b. 1961 American ceramicist)

$10,000 IN-STOCK

MATERIALS /Stoneware, wood fired. DIMENSIONS /L 21" x W 22" x H 20.5"

COLLECTION /Jonathan Cross Ceramics LEAD TIME /2-4 Weeks ORIGIN /United States PRODUCTION /One of a Kind

Jonathan Cross crafts mesmerizing sculptures using an ancient wood-firing technique, skillfully blending tradition with innovation to fashion functional artworks that evoke ancient geological shapes reimagined for the modern era. The artist's inspiration and keen eye for striking visuals shine through in every composition, drawing from the influence of esteemed artists such as Richard Serra. By seamlessly integrating sculpture and utility, Cross's ceramic creations embody his deep-rooted appreciation for geology, science fiction, and contemporary art, utilizing shape and color to manifest his artistic vision.

[mitwodlemi]

In the archives. Straight up beholding it. And what do I mean by it? Heh... well let's justr say... my statements.

[industryhbo]

What was that for? So you’ll remember me.

MATT BOMER & JONATHAN BAILEY as HAWK & TIM Fellow Travelers S01E04 “Your Nuts Roasting on an Open Fire” (all episodes)

[skxtchyghost]

animal crossing scriddler <3

[cowboysorceror]

if you don't believe that the child of Lois Lane is a little bit salt & vinegar you are mistaken <3 ID in alt text

[tarriecat]

It is the eve of St. George's Day and I'm sure our friend Jonathan Harker is going to have a completely unremarkable business trip.

Last year I didn't finish my Dracula stitches until October, so I'm posting them this year in line with their appearance in the text! (Pattern available in my shop here!)

[cult-of-the-eye]

given the opportunity to fuck elias bouchard i would do it for one reason and one reason only - i want to be able tell jonathan sims that i fucked his boss

[leslie057]

there was plenty of room for her to scoot over a little bit……

[godspeedviper]

Christian Woman - Jonathan Crane x Preacher's Daughter Reader (+18)

𖤐 Synopsis: Jonathan Crane and the preacher’s daughter drive up to a lover’s lane in an old truck with the intention of indulging the Devil on this hot summer evening.

𖤐 Type: Established Relationship || Fluff and Smut

𖤐 Word Count: 826

𖤐 Rating: Mature || PiV || Underage drinking and smoking

𖤐 A/N: This is the second work in the preacher's daughter series! (Yes, I'm making it a series!) First work can be found here

Forgive her,

For she knows not what she does.

  One summer night – the moon was full yet the sun hadn’t fully set – the cicadas and grasshoppers and frogs all sang the song of the south, of lust, of heat. Tithonus’ hymn to Aphrodite. We drove out into the fields on her daddy’s old pickup truck, stopping at the edge of town where the terror of the Appalachians met the terrors of small town farmland, a symbolic sort of crossroads upon which to meet with the Devil and sin. 

  Sin! Sin! Sin! Oh! The Devil was ever-present in the south, you could feel his oppressive presence in the humidity, see his glowing red eyes nestled in the tall grass watching as you walked to and fro. God should forgive us for succumbing to his temptations, for the Devil was our neighbor, how could we not give in? 

A cross upon her bedroom wall

From grace, she will fall.

An image burning in her mind

And between her thighs.

  A crucified scarecrow bore witness to our consummation, watching solemnly from its post – I feel that way now, condemned to reminisce but not partake – but in the heat of the moment we paid it no mind. Through the veneer of love, everything is beautiful. Through the hunger of lust, everything can be devoured, and I was all mouth. A thick sheen of sweat coated her from head to toe, giving her skin a pearlescent glow that made me believe in divinity, even if only for a moment. Perhaps God was not to be found in the pages of the Bible or even in the pews of a church. Perhaps God was inside of her all along. 

Before him, beg to serve or please

On your back or knees

She looked at me as I undressed with a reverence I’ve not seen even amongst the most pious; I was her God and she was my salvation. 

“Fuck me,” she said. 

  Oh how sweet those foul lips taste! There is bliss in the profane. Perhaps this was the moment in which I became what I am today, where I first tasted the fruits of misbehavior. My inexperienced hands roamed her body like spiders, propelled by natural instinct alone, frantically running through every curve and crevasse. At long last my hands found purchase in her hair, holding the strands like reigns as I chased my orgasm at full gallop, thrusting into her with reckless abandon. I watched her eyes roll into the back of her head like a woman possessed and felt her body press into mine as her spine arched up off the bed of the truck. Her legs then wrapped around my hips, ensnaring me like game; she always was a good hunter. 

She’d like to know God

Love God

Feel, feel, feel her God

Inside of her

Deep inside of her.

“You’re going to Hell, Jonathan Crane.” She said with a giggle as I lit her cigarette, a tried and true cliche. “Fuckin’ the preacher’s daughter and providin’ her with smokes n’ drink. What a bad boy you are!” 

“If I’m goin’ to Hell it will be on your heels, my dear Eurydice.” I leaned in close to her and lit my own cigarette with the burning end of hers, gently cupping her face in one hand. 

“You ain’t no Orpheus,” she scoffed. “You’re too smart, and shit at the guitar let alone a lyre.” 

“And you ain’t no paragon of justice either.” I teased.

I got up off the bed of the truck and went around to the passenger side, folding the seat forward to pull out the small red cooler sitting on the back seat. I cranked the volume up on the dashboard, the music blaring out of the old speakers, and I jumped back onto the bed of the truck, one hand outstretched to offer her a drink. 

“O dreaded Persephone! Will you have me as your Hades?” 

“Hell yeah.” She replied, bumping her drink to mine. “Cheers!” 

In a town so steeped in religion, blasphemy felt like freedom. We had carved out this little pocket of existence for ourselves, outside of town, outside of our daily troubles. I stood up, outstretched my arms like a cross, and began to sing along to the music blaring from inside the vehicle. 

Jesus Christ looks like me

Jesus Christ, yeah

Jesus Christ looks like me

Jesus Christ, ah

Her laugh echoes through my mind, haunting my memories though her name has long since turned to ash in my mouth. That was the one and only time I felt any semblance of true confidence in myself, and the only time I was ever truly loved. This was the point of inception for The Scarecrow. The God of Fear born out of the only moment of confidence in my life. And so, I look into the rusty old mirror, and slip on the burlap mask.

"Jesus Christ looks like me." 

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[casual-socks]

season 1 archives crew in animal crossing btw. if u care

[gmaybe666]

'sorry I dragged you into this'

an evening jargyle sketch that I will work on more.

[foxnfishstudio]

Seven more days of this lovely project!

✅ The Watcher

✅ Mr Spider

✅ Lietener

✅ Celia

✅ Michael/Helen

✅ The Spiral

✅ The Web

[corkyviolet]

FELLOW TRAVELERS — White Nights, 1x07

[jonathan-samuel-smith]

Jon is playing animal crossing on the TV, with Damian resting his head against his thigh while using his phone on his back. Damian looks over and squints at the TV, where Jon's character is talking to a villager also named Damian. Damian squints at the TV and scrunches up his nose. "Why do you have a villager with my name on your island?"

Jon smiles and shrugs as he begins shaking trees looking for wasps. "He reminds me of you."

Damian sputters. "That-- that's insulting. I am nothing like him!"

"Yeah but you share the name and it makes me smile." He starts chopping wood absent-mindedly, beginning to pay more attention to Damian than the game. Damian's phone is now facing screen down on his chest.

"Can't you get someone who shares more in common with me than my name?"

Jon smirks and whips out his phone, taking a second to do the same in the game for "immersion". He pulls up a picture of the squirrel villager Marshall. "Like this?"

Damian turns over and stands up on his knees on the couch to whack Jon in the head. Jon is laughing hysterically. "I am not that short you asshole!"

"You are compared to me!"

"Shut up! I'm not done scolding you!"

"It's funny, D. Oh look you're even making the same pissed off expression."

Damian takes the remote and turns the TV off. "Nooo! My animals! My crossings!" Jon says, in a silly mood despite the raising volume of their argument. "Too far, Dames."

"You're lucky I didn't bury pitfalls all around your house. Yet."

"What do you mean *yet*?"

[annieqattheperipheral]

ty to this tweeter!! intrepid reporting🥹💕

natejo @ training camp // sep 20, 2024

THEM!!!!!!