#adopt a highway

[wayward-persephone]

NSFW Alphabet List

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

[dr3amdolly]

𝐏𝐥𝐳 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲 , 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 :<

[ethanshawke93]

[s-tellans]

long haired ethan please come home we miss you ✋😔

[mandowifey]

i loved your ray headcannons!! <3 could you do a similar one for russell? he’s like the polar opposite of ray in terms of personality and cockiness lmao

You're the sweetest, Annon! Hope you're still around since it's taken me ages haha.

Russell Millings x 18+ Reader Headcannons!

Warnings: NSFW talk, sexual content, general 'slice of life' vibes, baby talk, pregnancy mentions, reader has ovaries, trauma mentions, general mentions of mental health, and what not.

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Russell fell for you in the blink of an eye.

No, literally. He fell.

He would have seen you come into the Internet cafe while he was in the middle of returning to the counter for help. You were breathtaking, and his foot caught a corner of a chair, and down he went.

When you helped him up and he got to look into your eyes for the first time, he knew he was out of his league. But you smile at him and pick up his phone and give it back to him. Before you walk away, you ask,'You okay?' And Russ just gawked at you while nodding. Your giggle made his stomach knot.

It took a while to find the nerve to ask you out. The entire time in the cafe, he'd steal looks at you and could hardly focus on his research. Eventually, the young man who usually helped him had encouraged him to go for it.

Russ likes to text you once he gets the hang of it. Always telling you to have a good morning, if lunch was okay, and what the plans were after work. Even as you guys were deeper into your relationship, he still texts you routinely to check on you. He likes knowing you're okay.

Some of the first dates he'd take you on would be extremely thoughtful. A tiny, cheap local restaurant or the boardwalk to catch the sunset and go on the ferris wheel together.

He is extremely careful and mindful of your boundaries. It took him a long time to work up the nerve to hold your hand, and you were the one who instigated the first full contact hug. Russ melts into you, always. He loosely twines your fingers together when walking places or nervously touches your arm anytime he's uncomfortable. But god, he loves hugs. Once he knew you were okay with it, it was all over. His arms around you, head tucked in the crook of your neck and breathing you in.

The first time he kissed you, it was a nervous peck to your cheek. The two of you stared at each other afterward, and when you giggled, his entire face lit up red. "S-sorry, I just, I wanted to- I, well-", and you're reaching out to cup his cheeks and draw him close, slotting your mouths together. Russ is a little tense. He doesn't have much experience in this department.

Physical affection is Russ's jam. He loves touching you, showering you in gentle kisses as you wake up and cuddling you when you fall asleep. He loves to play with your hair, to kiss your knuckles, and when you're waiting in line he headbutts your shoulder and nuzzles into your neck.

The first time you two had sex, it started slow. You climb into his lap on the bed, deepening the kisses as he grasps at your hips. He smiles into your mouth, his eyes bright from the attention. But when you start to grind, his face flushes, and his expression is stunned. "O-oh!...Oh." He's hard, babbling and asking if you're sure. When you roll down onto him, his head is back and mouth open, his eyes screwing tightly shut.

Russ cums within minutes of you grinding on him. He'd apologize profusely. He would he clearly embarrassed. Unfortunately, he hasn't had partnerships in a long time and never thought to touch himself. He'd be worried he upset you, so when you purr and tell him it's sexy, he melts. Russ is extremely timid and gentle, but he manages to roll on top of you and start kissing your neck. You would have to encourage him; "Good boy," "just like that," and "that's it." He likes when you're vocal, it let's him know he's doing something right.

The man is delicate, loving, and yielding. He gives you everything and more. There is no end to his patience towards you and life itself. He takes his time making love to you - he won't say 'fucking' because that is obscene and graphic, what he does to you is passionate and loving. But he takes good care of you, always making sure you come and that it feels good. Russ works hard to remember the things you like or what makes you melt, so next time he can surprise you.

Russ absolutely has a breeding fetish. I don't think he realized it until he got involved with you, though. You both were going at it, and in the midst of him driving himself into you, you choked out a "b-breed me, please!" And he lost it. Like, he completely became unwound. There's so much in that statement that sets him off. After he spills inside of you, he's nearly whimpering at the idea of you full of his child. You'd be a wonderful parent, and he's quite enjoyed what time he spent around babies.

Arguments are few and far in between. Not to say you two don't disagree, but Russ is inherently submissive. If you're angry, he listens and apologizes (even when it isn't his fault). He is quick to take ownership and sit with his head down and tail between his legs until he's sure you don't hate him.

The downside of Russ is his clinginess and codependency. He grew up incarcerated, which means he never got to form meaningful relationships. But now that he has you, it's abundantly clear he's codependent. He gets nervous if you want to go places (like shopping) alone, or always wants to sit with you (he sits on the toilet to talk while you're in the shower) and other things such as that. There is always that worry that some day you'll wake up and not love him anymore, so he's desperate to be the best boy for you that he can be.

Marriage would be quick. God, that man probably got a ring (or found one) within a month or two of dating you. He certainly is not sneaky about it, and you find the little envelope with the ring in his underwear drawer. Of course, he proposes, and you say yes, and he promises he will work nonstop every day to afford a big and beautiful wedding. He'd want to spoil you rotten. Then, of course, he comes into all those coins and that money, and he surprises you with a house. Something lovely and humble, in a place you mentioned in passing when you two started dating.

He would strive to be the best husband he can be, to raise your (eventual) children with endless love and understanding, and most importantly, to love you through the good and bad.

[fawnb1te]

Brb drawing him , if all doesn’t go well m gonna draw him as a tired fluffy dog thx ily

So far it just lookz liek m drawin Dante Sparda ???? 😔

I might just draw him as a fluffy dog ……. Art is hard !!!!

[cevans-is-classic]

18+ only please, language, mentions of time in jail, me just wanting to write Russell

Masterlist One and Two

Ethan Hawke

Russell heard you shift, fabric stretching over fabric, the static of new sheets prickling the air. The room is dark, light breaking through in muted rays across the carpet. The bed makes a woosh noise when you settle down in it. 

He waits. 

It’s only been a month — maybe less. He’d thought you would have left by now growing bored with his wandering adventure. 

You were strangers, after all. 

You stayed. 

Asked him if he could ride the next bus with him and kept going after that. He enjoys you being here and loves the company, and the conversations. You knew so many things — wonderful things. You listened when he talked about his father’s stamps and how he’s starting his own collection. 

He knew you knew nothing about stamps — which is okay; he knows that. It leaves room for you to talk — he can go on and on about what his dad taught him. What he learned on his own. Not once did you ever seem uninterested or made him feel uncomfortable with his stories — with who he was.

It makes him want to learn more about you.

He loves hearing what you’re interested in. Russell would sit for hours if it meant you kept talking and talking. You stopped in New Mexico, a small urban town that had a Walmart and Dunkin donuts. He’d never had Dunkin Donuts — you told him he wasn’t missing much. (He thought the coffee was okay, but the donuts weren’t.) 

Instead of hitching a ride to Albuquerque you hung around with him. Walked the town from one end to the other in slow meandering steps. Every moment filled with conversations — music, his favorite, your favorite. He asked about your favorite movie and remembered telling Diane he liked Predator.

Russel doesn’t think it’s Predator anymore. He rewatched it, loving the nostalgic feeling he’d gotten, but wasn’t excited about it. 

He doesn’t think he has a favorite, really. 

You told him about a scary movie that’s based loosely on a true story. Russel asked about the movie which sent you on a tangent about it. You told him every detail from the family moving into a new house — to them performing an exorcism on a demon lady under the kitchen. 

He never learned the name, but he wants to watch it with you.

That day he held your hand. 

You held his hand.

Three days later, he expected you to keep going. The two of you made it to Albuquerque, and you caught up with the people you were chasing after. 

He was ready to take off on his own from there, but you turned to him and asked if he’d like a tour. How could he say no?

You showed him your favorite places to eat, where you graduated, and the house you grew up in. You never brought him inside though, never invited him over to meet your family or along with your friends.

Everything you showed him it felt like he was looking from the outside in.

He figured he embarrassed you. 

He wears his dad’s suits all the time — uncomfortable in anything else he tries on. His facial hair has grown back out, and he knows he needs a haircut. Russell understood if you were. The second day you were there, and he purchased his ticket you surprised him by buying your own.

That you stayed with him. A bigger bag thrown over your shoulder, new clothes, and his hand gripped tight in yours.

You went with him.  

A knock startled him, his eyes jerking towards the hotel door. It wasn’t their room, someone further down the hall, maybe. The person knocked a few more times followed by a muffled thump, then all went quiet. Russell listened to the quiet around him and ignored the hard thud of his heart.

“Hey Russ.” You whispered. 

He turned over, seeing the faintest line of you beneath the blankets. “Yes?” 

“Remember how I told you I had things I needed to figure out?” 

Of course he did. Russell remembered everything you told him. “Yeah.” 

“I figured one of them out.” 

A smile quivered his lips, “That was easy.”

You laughed, soft, breathy, as you shifted until you were facing him. The thin line of light in the room made your face a shadowy mask. Russell swore he could see the crook of your smile even from here. 

“You’re like me.” 

His brow furrowed. “I’m like you?” 

“Yeah.” You moved, slipping through the blankets until your feet hit the floor. Russell had enough time to move over before you were sliding in beside him. You shivered, little small trembles. It made him throw the blanket over you and scoot closer.

Your noses were almost touching before you talked again, “You’re starting new. Having a fresh start and rediscovering yourself, right? Me too. I needed a new life, a new outlook. I’d been stuck between Nevada and New Mexico my whole life. Now I’m everywhere. I’m here! We’re here. This is all new.” 

Your voice rose as you spoke, eyes going wide, your hand moving under your chin. 

Russell gives himself a single moment to think, “I want to kiss you.” Before he does it. 

It cuts you off mid-sentence, his lips pressing to yours, his hand sliding to the small of your back. You felt stiff against him, making his stomach curl in shame. 

Then you moved. 

Surging forward to pull him closer, your hand going to his hair as he presses you against him. 

It’s been so long since he’s held someone, touched someone, had another person’s lips moving against his.

It made him dizzy. 

Russell was never a touchy man to begin with. He kept to himself and when he was with others, he played wallflower.

Prison didn’t change that. 

Which makes this moment feel like an exploration into a part of himself he’d forgotten.

You’re soft, your lips trailing along his cheek, fingers touching his chin, his nose ghosting over his eyelids before carding through his hair. 

His hands brush over your shoulder, down your back and up again. He doesn’t know where he wants to touch, what he wants to feel. Is he allowed to?

What he knows is he wants you to cover him, to crowd him in, push him into the mattress and breathe life back into him. 

“Russell.” You whisper. 

He nods, knocking his nose with yours.

“Mind if I sleep with you tonight?” 

Russell’s brain was filled with static. 

“Sleep with me?” 

You grin against his next kiss. “I’d like to cuddle with you tonight, if that’s okay.”

He feels his cheeks flush. “More than okay.” 

You kiss him again, slower, deeper, drawing him in before releasing him, “We can talk about other kinds of sleeping together later, okay?” 

“Okay.” 

He falls asleep with your head on his chest.

@ethanhawkelover01

[ethanhoewke]

when you're mean to me

this is who you're being mean to😔

[knight-in-sour-armor]

[proudace]

I just got back from roadside cleanup, and was gonna post about my weird finds, but this showed up as the first thing

So, weird things people felt the need to throw out of their cars:

2 separate vacuum attachments

A fire extinguisher

An antifreeze bottle so old a giant blackberry bush was growing through the handle

4 whole glass wine bottles

So so many plastic bags

So so many Taco Bell containers

So so many big foot Java containers

So so many beer cans

A disturbing amount of pee bottles (which had turned concerning colors, please see some doctors, truck drivers, I am begging you)

A cup of boba tea while we were gone for 5 minutes to refill on water (like why? You saw the signs and trash bags)

Fuzzy sweatpants

A pair of jeans

A Polaroid of an office space

A brand new duffel bag

A half gallon milk carton

And an honorable mention that was most definitely not thrown out a car window:

16. 2 road signs (one clearly hit by a car, and one in pristine condition still attached to the pole)

who fucking litters. why do i ever see litter. who thinks that’s okay. who. who NEEDS to throw their fast food bag out the fucking window instead of waiting until they get somewhere with a trashcan. what kinda clown behavior. get fucked.

[wayward-persephone]

Heyy so um my brain went brrrr

Which characters would have a lactation kink, I mean like full-on sucking the tit- (besides grabber cuz that man is horny)

Ethan Hawke makes my brain go brrrr on the daily 😩👌

I totally agree that Al would be on this list because he is always horny and there are a few other I think would enjoy it, but the ones who would LOVE it...I would pick....

Arthur Harrow

This man literally worships the ground you walk on. He would absolutely worship your breasts and would press featherlight kisses over them before sucking on your nipples. Relishing in your taste. All while whispering in between licks and suckles how much he adores you and how much you mean to him.

Ernst Toller

Same as Arthur as in he would worship you. Would literally spend hours kissing and licking and sucking and nibbling every inch of skin he can find if you let him. There is something so intimate about letting him drink from you and nothing gets him harder faster imo

Jolly

He's a menace and would pull down your top in front of everybody if he felt the urge. Jolly has done everything and seen everything at least once so nothing surprises him and he would absolutely be the one to bring up lactation play. He's a deviant at heart.

Russell Millings

Probably discovered it by accident, but quickly grew addicted. Finds it intimate and loves how much you too have grown as a couple together since discovering this kink. Will let you make the first move since he never wants to pressure you, however, you will wake up to his head underneath your shirt some mornings.

[mr-ninja1]

TEAMWORK!

Perry Garden Club invited the CAP to help with their Adopt-A-Hwy cleanup. Perfect weather last Tuesday!

[ethanshawke93]

[wayward-persephone]

Okay but this looks so fun! 💙

put three names & a number in my ask

some fmk alternatives

stab, shoot or drown

fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with

fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with

write a book with, read a book to, hit with a book

go on a six hour road trip with (no car radio, you choose who drives), sit next to on a six hour plane flight, sit across from on a six hour train journey

go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with

go to a wedding with, go to a party with, go to a museum with

share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with

watch a soap opera with, go to a play with, watch your favourite movie with

netflix and chill with, go ice-skating with, play dodgeball against

[thingsifoundongeoguessr]

Thank u reddit athiests for keeping our highways clean

[svalleynow]

Colonial Chemical Earns State of Tennessee’s 2023 Award of Excellence

Recently, Colonial Chemical was presented with the State of Tennessee’s 2023 Award of Excellence for its continuing commitment to actively preserve and protect our state’s natural beauty through the Adopt-a-Highway program. Colonial was recognized above all other Adopt-a-Highway programs in the state in this category.