#Sidney Jones

[matbenetti17]

Sid's Moodboard

[4thelneyj0nes]

Here, though the world explode, these two survive,

And it is always eighteen ninety-five.

(background pulled from the Sidney Paget illustration that inspired this)

[ivystoryweaver]

THIS IS OSCAR ISAAC listening to me, responding to me, smiling at me and then laughing.

Life checklist complete ✅ I can die happy *SCREAMS ETERNALLY*

[nofatclips]

Day-O (The Banana Boat Song) from Beetlejuice

[jimsbeetroot]

I WANT SID SMUT PLEASE 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬 ♱ 𝐬𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧

since sid is a whole ass dad now, here’s some fluffy, domestic, vanilla smut, because why not?

words; 2113

summary; sid and reader enjoy a quiet morning together, seizing the moment before their baby awakes

warnings! fingering, dirty talk (but make it fluffy) a sickly happy family hehe

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THE SOFT MORNING LIGHT filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the bedroom. You blinked awake, slowly registering the warmth and comfort of the bed beneath you. For a moment, you wondered what had stirred you from sleep—until you heard it.

“Love?”

Sid’s voice was a gentle murmur. You turned your head, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. He was sitting up in bed, propped against the pillows, his hair slightly tousled, his face illuminated by the early light. He wasn’t watching television like he sometimes did in the mornings. Instead, his focus was entirely on you, a smile playing on his lips as he watched you stir.

You opened your eyes more fully, feeling the remnants of sleep slip away. The clock on the nightstand read 07:53. You blinked again, and a wave of realization hit you—it was late, and the house was eerily quiet.

No cries, no baby babble, no rustling sounds from the nursery.

Sid’s smile widened as he noticed the look of surprise on your face. “He’s still asleep,” Sid whispered as if saying it too loudly might shatter the fragile peace of the morning.

Your breath caught in your throat, and you found yourself smiling back at him. It was such a rare gift these days—mornings where you didn’t wake to the sound of your seven-month-old son needing you. You loved him more than words could say, but moments like these, when you could just be with Sid, were precious. And you both knew it.

“Good morning, my love,” Sid said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. He shifted closer, his body heat seeping into you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. The sensation of his bare chest against your skin was intoxicating, familiar yet always thrilling.

“Good morning,” you whispered back, your voice soft and still heavy with sleep. You nuzzled into him, inhaling his scent, a mix of warmth and something distinctly Sid that you could never quite describe. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if he couldn’t get enough of the simple contact. He held you close, his arm strong and protective around you, and you let yourself relax completely into his hold. For a few blissful moments, you simply lay there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world forgotten.

“I can’t believe he’s still asleep,” you murmured, your words muffled against Sid’s chest.

“I know,” Sid replied, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back. “It’s like a miracle.”

You giggled softly and gazed up at Sid with a smirk. “We should probably enjoy it while it lasts.”

Sid chuckled, a deep, warm sound that made your heart skip a beat. “Oh, I plan to,” he said, his voice dropping an octave as his hand slid down to rest on your hip, his touch sending a jolt of anticipation through you.

You felt a surge of affection for him, this man who had become not only your husband but the father of your child, your partner in every sense of the word. The past months had been a whirlwind—nights spent soothing a crying baby, mornings filled with laughter and the occasional tear, the constant balancing act of parenthood. But through it all, Sid had been your rock, your steady anchor.

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his, and the love in his gaze was enough to make your heart swell. He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss that was both tender and full of promise. You sighed into the kiss, your body responding instantly to the warmth and familiarity of his touch.

Sid’s hand slid under the hem of your shorts, his fingers brushing against the soft skin of your thigh. His touch was light, teasing, and you couldn’t help the shiver that ran through you. It had been a while since you’d had the luxury of a slow morning like this, where you could take your time and savour each other.

As if sensing your thoughts, Sid deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm that made your toes curl. You moaned softly, your body pressing closer to his as you melted into the kiss.

Sid’s hand moved higher, slipping under your shorts to caress your skin. His fingers skimmed the curve of your stomach, lingering for a moment on the slight softness that remained from your pregnancy. He didn’t seem to mind—in fact, his touch was reverent, as if he loved every inch of you just as you were.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sid murmured against your lips, his voice filled with sincerity. “God, I can’t get enough of you.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. “You’re not so bad yourself,” you teased, running your hand over his broad shoulders, down the hard planes of his chest.

Sid’s breath hitched as your fingers brushed over his chest, and you could feel the tension coiling in his muscles as he tried to maintain control.

“Do you remember our first morning together after he was born?” Sid asked suddenly, his voice husky with emotion. “We were both so tired, but we just laid there, holding him between us, staring at him like he was the most amazing thing we’d ever seen.”

You nodded, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you remembered that moment. It had been magical—exhausting, overwhelming, but magical. And now, seven months later, you still couldn’t believe how lucky you were to have this little family with Sid.

“I do remember,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. “I never knew I could love anyone as much as I love you and him.”

Sid’s eyes softened, and he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I feel the same way,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “Every day with you and our little guy… it’s like a dream come true.”

Your heart swelled with love, and you reached up to cup his face in your hands, pulling him down for another kiss. This one was slower, more tender as if you were both savoring the connection you shared. Sid responded eagerly, his lips moving against yours in a dance that was familiar yet always exciting.

As the kiss deepened, Sid’s hand moved to the hem of your shorts, slowly pushing it up until it was bunched around your waist. You shivered as the cool air brushed against your skin, but the warmth of Sid’s body more than made up for it.

He broke the kiss to look down at you, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you laid out beneath him. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. You blushed, your heart racing at the intensity of his gaze. “Sid…”

He didn’t say anything else, just leaned down to capture your lips in another searing kiss, his hand moving between your thighs to tease you through your underwear. You gasped into his mouth, your body arching towards his touch, the slow burn of arousal spreading through you.

Sid’s fingers found your clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles that had you moaning in seconds. “Fuck,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand as the pleasure built, each stroke of his fingers sending sparks of electricity through you.

He watched you with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged as he continued to tease you, his other hand sliding up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple. The dual sensations were overwhelming, and you felt yourself quickly spiralling towards the edge.

“Please,” you gasped, your voice breathless as you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “Sid, I need you…”

Sid groaned at your words, his cock twitching against your thigh as he leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss. “God, you're amazing,” he murmured against your mouth, his voice filled with urgency.

With one swift motion, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slid them down your legs, tossing them to the floor. You gasped as the cool air hit your heated core, but Sid quickly replaced the sensation with the warmth of his hand, his fingers sliding between your folds to coat them in your arousal.

“You’re so wet,” Sid whispered, his voice thick with desire as he continued to tease you, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate strokes that had you squirming beneath him. He smiled at you and watched carefully how you reacted to his every touch.

You whimpered, your body arching towards his touch as you felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core. “Sid, please…”

He smiled down at you, his eyes filled with love and lust as he finally slid one finger inside you, his touch gentle yet firm. You gasped, your hips lifting off the bed as he began to move, his finger curling inside you to hit that perfect spot that had you seeing stars.

Sid watched you intently, his eyes never leaving your face as he added a second finger, stretching you just enough to make you moan. “You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe as he watched you writhe beneath him. “So fucking good.”

You could barely form a coherent thought, the pleasure building inside you like a tidal wave, threatening to crash over you at any moment. “Sid,” you gasped, your voice trembling with need.

Sid’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk as he watched the pleasure ripple across your face, but just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and yearning for his touch.

Your eyes followed his movements as he shed his boxers, revealing his hard cock, and your heart skipped a beat in anticipation. Sid crawled on top of you and positioned himself above you, his elbows braced on either side of your face as he dipped down to kiss you deeply, the passion between you igniting into something hotter, more urgent.

“Ready?” Sid asked, his voice a mixture of tenderness and desire as he lined himself up at your entrance. You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips as you cupped his face, your thumb brushing over his stubbled jaw.

“I’m ready,” you whispered, the words barely leaving your lips before Sid began to ease into you, his thick length stretching you. Even after all these years together, the sensation of his cock in you still made you weak, and you couldn’t help the soft whimper that escaped you.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your fingers digging into his bicep as you looked up into his eyes, finding nothing but love and lust staring back at you. Sid nuzzled your face affectionately, his lips grazing the tip of your nose in a sweet gesture.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his concern evident even as his own need for you pulsed between your bodies. You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with the overwhelming pleasure of having him so close, so intimately entwined with you. Sid began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, each one sending a wave of pleasure through you. But as the intensity built, his movements became more urgent, more desperate, and you clung to him as if he were your lifeline.

“Fuck, you're good,” Sid groaned, his voice thick with emotion as he buried his face in your hair, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. “So fucking good.”

Your body trembled beneath him, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak, and when he finally pushed you over the edge, you cried out his name, your voice filled with nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss. Sid followed you seconds later, his own release coming with a deep, satisfied moan that seemed to reverberate through your entire being.

Exhausted and content, Sid waited a few moments before pulling out of you gently and collapsing onto his back beside you. You lay there for a moment, both of you catching your breath, the reality of the moment slowly settling in.

Sid reached for you again, drawing you into his arms in a tender embrace, his body curving around yours protectively. “How did I get so lucky?” he murmured, his voice full of wonder as he held you close, his breath warm against the back of your neck.

[theweirdgoodbyes]

THE PACIFIC X LIKE A PRAYER

[ktamina]

Young Sid Wilson #0

[uwmspeccoll]

Milestone Monday

On this day, January 29, 1845, The Raven was published in The Evening Mirror marking the first time the poem was published with the name of the author, Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849). At the time of publication, Poe was working as a critic for The Evening Mirror in New York and his poem was met with instant praise and popularity, although not much financial success.  

To commemorate the day, we’re sharing The Raven published in 1927 by The Bibliophile Society out of Boston. The Bibliophile Society was founded by Charles E. Hurd in 1901 to study and promote “the arts pertaining to fine bookmaking and illustration” with the intent to publish books of useful literary purpose outside of the element of rareness. The Society’s treasurer and founding member, Henry H. Harper (1871-1953), wrote an extensive introduction and commentary for The Raven bestowing his ideals on the importance of preserving exceptional literature upon its membership readers.  

The book was printed anopisthographically on parchment paper and bound in full calfskin with gold border lines. Title page engravings by Sidney L. Smith and Arthur N. Macdonald greet readers while dry point etchings by Haydon Jones (d.1954) bookend the text. Tissue guards printed with red text mirror each etching. Special Collections copy of The Raven was a gift from our friend Jerry Buff and bears the bookplate of Charles J. Hardy. 

Read other Milestone Monday posts here! 

– Jenna, Special Collections Graduate Intern 

[iceiceicecold]

What Your Favorite Pacific Character Says About You (based on personal experience)

Sledge- Type 1: You’re learning to find joy and beauty in everything you do and see. You’ve lived most of your life as a cynic, but you’re learning how to have hope. U got this brother

Type 2: Horny Joe Mazzello superfan and 80s fanatic. Put down your iPad that has queen‘s rock in rio pulled up on YouTube and go outside.

Snafu- OKAYYY WE GET IT you think he’s hot!! stop being so horny on the internet!! You also have AWFUL taste in men, but GREAT taste in music. You were probably raised Southern and smoke a LOT of pot.

Burgie- You either have a savior complex or ur fav BoB character was Shifty.

Sydney- You describe your type in men as “golden retriever” and tend to have relationships that all of your friends are jealous of. You also more than likely have a hyper-feminine aesthetic and a weird thing for Robert Irwin.

Basilone- You probably have a thing for firefighters, but not cops, and like to stalk gym rats on instagram. You like your men beefy and a little stupid.

Lena- You’re either a lesbian or you were just really happy to see a woman with a real personality in wwii media.

Leckie- You REALLY liked lord of the flies and great gatsby in high school are more than likely one of those cinephiles who prioritizes look and aesthetic over plot. You also have a journal that you take VERY seriously.

Hoosier- You just want someone to boss ur ass around. Don’t think I don’t see it. We all do.

Chuckler- You’re just kind of normal. Like there’s nothing really wrong with you, you just have common sense and a somewhat stable sense of self.

Runner- I literally don’t even know how to describe Runner fans. They’re kind of jacks of all trades, but also they just kinda keep to themselves? Y’all r an enigma.

De L’Eau- You listen exclusively to sad bisexual girl music and talk about your “babygirls” that are just grown men with mental illnesses.

Ack-Ack- Daddy issues.

Hillbilly- Daddy issues but somehow more complicated.

[denwritesandcries]

ugh, the urge to write for a certain character but their fandom/tags are practically dead

[caffiene-fueled-fuckery]

Have a map I made of M*A*S*H Hometowns!

Bremen is the town that Crabapple Cove is apparently based on. Fort Bliss I saw somewhere that Margaret mentioned, but she grew up on various army bases so I just used that one. And I can’t find a consensus for Sidney, it’s either Manhattan or Brooklyn so I just marked him down with Zale because they’re so close. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a hometown for Igor :(

I also included the location of the setting in AfterMASH!

[ivystoryweaver]

Lovely things I witnessed Oscar Isaac doing (Saturday edition)

(And have video evidence of)

^ this is my fave pic I took Sat. It’s not even that amazing but it shows him diving right in. ACTORS DONT have to do this!

So, I witnessed Oscar:

• standing on his tiptoes to reach way deep into the fan pool to sign autos

• thanking each person for their compliments

• speaking Spanish to Spanish speaking fans

• taking extra time with a disabled fan

• stopping a lot to take pics

• being told his car had arrived, asked if he was ready to go, said no, stayed several more minutes like around 6-7 min

• being very gracious when receiving gifts

• staying the longest of any actor (I respect their off duty choices. No shade. Just love to Oscar for this)

• he doubled back to some fans he missed (see below). Here’s a reach to sign a hat:

Below he’s receiving a MK drawing

What a sweetie 🤍🖤🤍🖤🤩

•p.s. I know we see his stage door pics and go, “it’s Steven!” Or “Marc!” Or whomever.

Sat. night I got a blended Marc/Poe vibe. (Sunday was definitely Steven)

Anyone there who can comment?

Or anyone have any other thoughts to share on Stage Door Oscar ™ ??

[toasttt11]

surgery

January 8, 2024

It has been a rough past two days for Connie, having been confirmed her jaw was broken and needed surgery and having to wait to get surgery while she’s been in quite a lot of pain and moving at all makes the pain worse, also having to get use to drinking liquids so she has not been having a good time.

Connie knew her mom had a very important conference through out the week and made her mom stay there not wanting her to miss it and she promised to update her family on everything.

Since Connie didn’t have her mom with her and the team also got back from Jersey so late the team had asked someone to stay with her and Alex offered right away so he’s been staying with her for the last two days only leaving for a game and practice.

Connie was currently waiting in the hospital bed about to get taken back to finally get her surgery and hopefully get on the road of recovering and to get back on the ice.

Alex was of course with her sitting in the chair next to her and Jason was also there but not with his wife and daughter because they didn’t want to have newborn in the hospital for most the day, something that Connor completely agreed on.

Connie fiddled with her hands trying to not freak out about having surgery in a few minutes.

Alex put his hand on top of her hands, stopping her from fiddling and gave her a gentle squeeze, “You’re gonna be okay Bubbles.” Alex spoke to her softly reassuring her, “It will be over before you know it.”

Connie managed a weak smile.

Jason raised an eyebrow at the two smirking knowingly.

“He’s right.” The nurse spoke as she walked into the hospital room, “It will be over very quickly.” The nurse reassured Connie as she unlocked the wheels of her bed.

Alex squeezed her hands once more giving her an encouraging look before standing up and walking over to Jason and standing next to him.

Connie waved at the two as the nurse wheeled her out of the room.

“Such a sweet boyfriend you have sweetheart.” The nurse commented as she wheeled Connie down the hallways.

Connie’s eyes widened in shock and her cheeks turned bright red right away, she shook her head no, she was not dating Alex but she was confused why that the idea of her dating Alex made her feel this way.

The nurse raised a skeptical eyebrow seeing Connie shake her head no, “Well you better tell him that, he stares at you with so much love.” She could tell that boy is in love with Connie it was obvious with how he looks at her.

Connie didn’t respond but her brows were furrowed thinking if the nurse was correct but she was not sure what she felt for Alex but she could worry about that later as she was wheeled in to the Operating room.

Connie stared at the bright lights on the ceiling before the mask was placed on her face over her mouth as she closed her eyes.

[anniiecrsta]

not to sound rude or anything but i feel like tumblr is becoming less and less tween girl friendly and i mean I GET IT the people that used it in its hayday are now like 20+ which makes sense for them to be 18+ accounts BUT LIKE CHAT.. if ur 16, talking to a 14-15 year old without any ill intentions (i see creeps) wont kill you or anything. this isn’t referring to anybody just a convo i had with my friends. just hoping i’ll still be able to find my friends even if im born in 2009 or whatever crime i did HELPP

[inthefallofasparrow]

Some Grifters Who Finally Faced Consequences |SOME MORE NEWS

[ktamina]

Sid Wilson #0