#William A. Clark

[newyorkthegoldenage]

This is the house of Senator William A. Clark, on Fifth Avenue & 77th St. in 1927. It had been completed in 1911 at a cost of $7 million (now equivalent to approximately $231 million). The house contained 121 rooms, 31 baths, four art galleries, a swimming pool, a concealed garage, 11 elevators, 20+ servants' rooms, and a private underground rail line to bring in coal for heat. It boasted repurposed pieces from a French chateau, oak panels from Sherwood Forest, Turkish baths, a pipe organ, vaulted corridors lined with Gustavino tile, and galleries for Clark’s extensive art collection. After Clark died in 1925, his daughter, Huguette, and her mother, Anna, moved to 907 Fifth Avenue. When she died at age 104 in 2011, Huguette Clark left an estate of $300 million. The house was demolished in 1927 and replaced with a luxury apartment building.

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[foreingersgod]

this…can’t be real wtf 😭

[beatricecenci]

William Clarke Wontner (English, 1857-1930)

The Willing Captive

[vague-in-vegas]

femslash february // day ten

popular media + wlw kisses

[egg-on-a-legg]

who is she ?

[windybluebelles]

Captain Marvel gets cursed to live by fae rules for a short amount of time, no biggy- he already lives by most of them either due to his own magical freakiness or just cuz he lives in Fawcett and would really rather not risk it.

It’s all going great till, Oh No! Superman decides to reveal his full legal name to his close friend and colleague. Shazam now owns Superman’s name, shit gang

Now, the person who cursed him wasn’t very good at cursing people, so Billy only really has to follow approximately- let’s say like 1/3 of every fae rule.

So when Clark Joseph Kent gives him his full name, he only has the right to take one out of three name. Clark isn’t overly happy about the whole situation, he quite likes his name, means alot to him, so Billy is like-

“Chill, chill, it’s fine”

Then they switch middle names.

…

This is all just a big post to talk about the fact that William Joseph Batson and Clark Joseph Kent have the same middle name and I find that really funny for no good reason

[calicoheartz]

꣑୧ — summary | just thinking about grinding on her thigh ! ᶻ 𐰁

— warnings | nsfw & suggestive content ahead. read @ ur own risk.

read more slutty thots here ♡

this lil blurb can be applied to anyone ! not specific :’)

† just thinking about rubbing your puffy clit on her strong and muscular thigh has me soooo wet

i can just picture you being so needy and desperate for her , practically begging her to touch you in the places where you needed it most.

whether it was on the couch , in bed , best believe you were sitting your pretty self on your girlfriends heavenly lap, I mean at this point it has your name written all over it since you’re always sitting there :’)

but the moment you feel like it’s getting too much , you immediately begin to slowly grind yourself on top of her strong thigh ♡

you begin to slowly rock your hips back and forth , soft moans falling from your lips and she grabs your hips, softly pinching them in the process as she helps you leisurely get off on her

you practically turn into a puddle from how wet you were getting off this basic interaction , leaving a small wet spot on your girlfriends brand new pair of pants . . .

awh , is my girl really that desperate for me ?

how about i slip this pretty dress off , and take you to the bedroom , where i show you how to really get yourself off ♡

[wbbwifeee]

Need this edit injected into my bloodstream

[tsarjozinzbazin]

some various things from the weekend bc yes :)

[angelliicc]

women.

[plasticviolence]

These are my favorite expressions oh my gawd

Also hello Who's Lila-ers I'm Normal about this game

[curlytsunamiart]

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[beatricecenci]

William Clarke Wontner (English, 1857-1930)

The Persian Girl

[jetslay]

YA Daily Planet book pitch by Brittney Williams.

[finchyclarkemd]

Unspoken Words

~Fluff~

Will never told you how he felt. He never let the words escape, though they hovered on the edge of his tongue like fireflies in the dark, flickering, waiting.  

He was always there, wasn’t he? The friend who listened when your world cracked open, who knew how you took your coffee, who laughed at your jokes even when they weren’t funny. He memorised the way your nose scrunched when you were deep in thought, the way your voice softened when you spoke about the things you loved. And every time you turned to him, smiling, oblivious, his heart tightened in his chest.  

But he couldn’t say it.  

What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he lost you? So, instead, he loved you in silence. He loved you in stolen glances when you weren’t looking, in the warmth of his jacket draped over your shoulders when you were cold. In the texts that started with ‘Just checking in’ but really meant ‘I miss you.’

One evening, as you sat beside him, laughing at something trivial, his eyes lingered on you for just a second too long. You caught him.  

“What?” you asked, amusement in your voice.  

His heart pounded. Say it, Will. Say it.

But he only smiled, shaking his head. “Nothing,” he lied. “Just… I’m glad you’re here.”  

Maybe one day, he’d be brave enough to tell you the truth.  

But not today.  

The moment passed, like all the others. You didn’t press him for more, just smiled and nudged his shoulder playfully before turning back to your drink. Will exhaled slowly, forcing his heart to settle.  

He knew he couldn’t keep this up forever. Every day, the words grew heavier in his chest, pressing against his ribs like something alive, something restless.  

And then, one night, everything almost changed.  

You were sitting on the grass, staring up at the sky, your breath curling in the crisp air. “I love nights like this,” you murmured. “It makes everything feel… simple.”  

Will swallowed hard. Simple. If only it were.  

He watched you, the soft glow of the streetlights catching in your hair. It would be so easy. Just three words. He could say them now, let them fall into the quiet between you. Maybe you’d smile, maybe you’d reach for his hand. Or maybe—maybe you’d look at him with that gentle kindness that would shatter him, that silent apology that meant ‘I don’t feel the same.’

He couldn’t risk it.  

So instead, he leaned back on his hands and said, “Yeah. Simple.”  

But then you turned to him, eyes searching his. “Will?”  

His breath caught. “Yeah?”  

You hesitated, just for a moment. Then you shook your head with a small smile. “Nothing,” you said, echoing his own words from before.  

And he wondered—just for a moment—if maybe you had something unspoken in your heart too.  

The silence stretched between you, heavy with things neither of you dared to say. Will’s fingers curled into the grass, grounding himself. He wanted to ask, ‘What were you going to say?’ but he didn’t. He was too afraid of the answer—afraid that it would either be everything he wanted to hear or nothing at all.  

So, he let it go.  

The days passed, then weeks. And still, Will kept his secret locked away. He told himself it was enough just to be near you, to exist in your orbit, even if you never knew how he felt.  

But then came the night that changed everything.  

You were pacing in his apartment, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, frustration written all over your face. “I don’t get it,” you said. “Why is love so complicated?”  

Will froze. His grip tightened around the mug in his hands. “What happened?”  

You sighed, collapsing onto his couch. “I went on a date.”  

His stomach twisted. He forced himself to breathe. “Oh?”  

“It was fine,” you said, but there was no excitement in your voice. “He was nice, I guess. But the whole time, I kept thinking… I don’t know. That it didn’t feel right.”  

Will’s heart was pounding so hard he swore you could hear it. He wanted to ask—‘Did you wish you were with someone else?’ But he was terrified of the answer.  

You looked at him then, your gaze softer now. “Have you ever been in love, Will?”  

His mouth went dry. He wanted to laugh, wanted to say, ‘Yes, every damn day, and it’s killing me.’ But instead, he swallowed hard and said, “Yeah.”  

Your head tilted. “Really? With who?”  

For a second, everything inside him screamed to tell the truth. ‘With you. It’s always been you.’

But then you smiled, teasing. “Wait, do I know them?”  

And just like that, the moment slipped through his fingers. He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah,” he lied. “Just someone from a long time ago.”  

You sighed, leaning back against the cushions. “Lucky them.”  

Will looked at you then, at the way you chewed on your bottom lip, lost in thought. And for the first time, he let himself wonder—really wonder—if maybe, just maybe, you weren’t as oblivious as he thought.

Will told himself he’d never say it. That he’d take this secret to his grave if he had to. But as he sat there, watching you sigh and stare at the ceiling, something inside him snapped.  

Maybe it was the way you looked at him tonight, like you were searching for something. Maybe it was the exhaustion of holding back for so long. Or maybe it was just the simple, undeniable truth—he couldn’t keep pretending.  

His fingers twitched against his knee. His throat felt tight.  

“Actually,” he said, his voice quieter than he intended. “You do know them.”  

You frowned, turning to look at him. “What?”  

His chest ached. His pulse roared in his ears. But there was no stopping now. If he didn’t say it tonight, he never would.  

“I lied,” he admitted, forcing himself to meet your gaze. “It’s not someone from a long time ago. It’s not some stranger you don’t know.” He swallowed hard, his heart racing. “It’s you.”  

Silence.  

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came. The air between you was thick, electric. Will’s hands curled into fists, bracing himself for whatever was coming next—for rejection, for awkwardness, for the possibility that he had just ruined everything.  

But then—  

“You idiot,” you whispered.  

His stomach dropped. He opened his mouth to say ‘Forget I said anything’, to backtrack, to turn this into some joke, but then—  

You smiled.  

And before he could process it, you were reaching for him, your fingers tangling with his. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” you murmured. “For so long.”  

Will could barely breathe. “You have?”  

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Of course I have.”  

And then, before he could think, before he could talk himself out of it—you kissed him.  

And suddenly, every unspoken word, every stolen glance, every moment of hesitation melted away. Because you knew now. You had always known. And he didn’t have to be afraid anymore.

Will felt like the world had stopped spinning. Your lips were warm, soft, everything he’d dreamed about but never dared to imagine. For a moment, he didn’t move, too stunned to believe this was real. But then you tilted your head, deepening the kiss just slightly, and he swore he felt his heart crack open.  

His hands found your waist, hesitant at first, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he touched you. But you didn’t pull away. Instead, you smiled against his lips, and that was all he needed. He pulled you closer, breathing you in, his fingers curling into the fabric of your sweater like he was trying to memorise the feeling of you.  

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads rested together, breath mingling in the space between you. Will’s eyes searched yours, still trying to process what had just happened.  

“So,” you murmured, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on the back of his hand. “That was long overdue.”  

He let out a shaky laugh. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Guess I took my time, huh?”  

“You really did.” You poked his chest lightly, grinning. “I was starting to think I’d have to confess first.”  

Will exhaled a laugh, shaking his head. “God, I’m an idiot.”  

“Yeah,” you agreed, teasing, but your voice was so full of affection it made his chest ache.  

His thumb brushed against your cheek, reverent, as if he still couldn’t quite believe you were here, choosing him. “So… what now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.  

You tilted your head, considering. “Now, I think you should kiss me again.”  

Will didn’t need to be told twice.  

He leaned in, capturing your lips with a quiet, content sigh. This time, there was no hesitation, no fear. Just you, just him, just the feeling of finally getting it right. 

And as the night stretched on, with you curled against his chest, your fingers intertwined like they were always meant to be, Will realised something:  

Loving you in silence had been easy. But loving you out loud—that was the best thing he’d ever done.

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Will fic as requested! I will try and get round to making all the requests, but feel free to fire some more my way (it keeps me entertained)

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[klmmcqueen]

some girl you like?