#alex woodward

[willstafford]

Mean Girls

HEATHERS – The Musical The Alexandra Theatre, Birmingham, Tuesday 16th May 2023 Based on the cult 1989 film starring Christian Slater and Wynona Rider, this high school musical is named after the mean girls who rule the school.  Three girls named Heather, far from the nicest kids in town, form an unholy trio into which loner Veronica is inducted after she does them a favour.  Veronica’s life is…

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[harmonizingsunsets]

Running Gags in Hatchetfield Musicals pt 5 | Smoke Club

[fleshunger]

Ellie x Dina + Black Hair - Alex G

[cinemaslife]

#166: Un lugar tranquilo: Día uno (2024)

Sammy (Lupita Nyong'o) se encuentra en la ciudad de excursión con otros compañeros del centro de cuidados paliativos donde está, su enfermero es Reuben (Alex Wolff) que los acompaña en este pequeño viaje, para que se distraigan y no piensen en el dolor y en que son pacientes desahuciados.

Avisan a Reuben por el móvil de que algo extraño está pasando y que se acerca peligrosamente a la ciudad, por lo que le piden que recoja en el autobús a todos y vuelvan al centro.

Parece ser que unos meteoritos han chocado contra la tierra y traen con ellos unos extraterrestres hostiles, Sammy que tiene cáncer terminal, no quiere volver tan rápido a casa, pero antes de que se den cuenta son atacados, por lo que ella y su gato de servicio Frodo, tienen que escapar de estas criaturas.

Entran dentro del teatro de marionetas para resguardarse, y ya son conscientes de que es el ruido lo que atrae a los extraterrestres para que ataquen.

Los helicópteros militares que vuelan por encima de la zona advierten a los civiles que se queden callados y escondidos hasta que las autoridades puedan rescatarlos. Sam es testigo de cómo bombardean los puentes que conducen a Manhattan para evitar que las criaturas abandonen la isla. 

Cuando llega la noche, los monstruos atacan a Reuben y lo matan, por lo que Sammy decide huir. El ejército anuncia que está preparándose para evacuar a los civiles desde el puerto, ya que las criaturas no pueden nadar.

Grupos de personas comienzan a salir de los edificios hacia el punto de evacuación, pero el gran volumen de su movimiento juntos en multitudes crea un ruido que alerta a las criaturas, quienes los atacan y provocan una estampida. Sam huye en la dirección opuesta y se separa de Frodo.

Eric (Joseph Quinn), un estudiante, escapa de una estación de metro inundada y se encuentra con Frodo.

Eric consigue la medicación de Sam, y cuando intenta recoger a Frodo, descubre un grupo de criaturas lideradas por una más grande que se alimenta de "huevos" orgánicos de los asteroides. 

Sam le dice que, cuando era niña, solía ver a su difunto padre tocar jazz en un club y luego iría a comer pizza con él a Patsy's, algo que Sam siempre quiso hacer antes de morir. Eric cumple el deseo de Sam llevándola al club.

Dispuestos a escapar gracias a los botes que proporciona el ejército, Sam y Eric van al río y ven los famosos botes con supervivientes, pero parece que van a llegar tarde al último que zarpa. Mientras los dos se van juntos, las criaturas comienzan a congregarse a lo largo de la orilla.

Sam sabe que su aventura termina aquí y que es más fácil que ella se quede (ya que es una enferma terminal) y genere ruido para llamar la atención de las criaturas y darles una oportunidad a Eric y Frodo.

Eric y sale corriendo para distraer a las criaturas rompiendo las ventanas del auto, mientras Eric salta al agua y sube a un bote. Luego él encuentra una nota en su chaqueta de Sam, diciéndole que cuide de Frodo y agradeciéndole a Eric por darle sus mejores últimos días dentro del horror.

[ysayowt]

United’s Decline Stems From The Appointment Of Woodward, Not The Retirement Of Ferguson, (But It’s Still All On The Glazers)

Ed Woodward was employed by the Glazers. It was, in many ways, a thank you for the part he had played as an enabler when Malcolm Glazer bought United with very, very little of his own money and a lot of borrowed money. Unfortunately, the collateral for the borrowed money was Manchester United Football Club who, fairly soon afterwards, became plain old Manchester United. Woodward soon became, in…

[jupiitersreturn]

In some branches of Astrology, the Sun is commonly associated with the Husband whereas the Moon is associated with the Wife. In Modern Astrology, Jupiter is representative of the Ideal Man or Spouse for Feminines and Venus is representative of the Ideal Woman or Spouse for Masculines. That's why the Sun/Jupiter and Moon/Venus Midpoints are important to look at when considering Romantic Compatibility. They are a combination of what we are subconsciously attracted to in a partner and therefore the energies/signs we naturally gravitate to and form connections with.

The Sign That Your Sun/Jupiter (For People Attracted To Masculines) or Moon/Venus (For People Attracted To Feminines) Midpoint Is In Could Tell You Your Ideal Partners;

Sun, Moon, or Venus Sign

Catherine Zeta - Sun/Jupiter MP in Libra | Michael Douglas - Sun + Venus in Libra

Keith Urban - Moon/Venus MP in Leo | Nicole Kidman - Venus in Leo

Paul Newman - Moon/Venus MP in Aquarius | Joanne Woodward - Moon in Aquarius

David Beckham - Moon/Venus MP in Aries | Victoria Beckham - Sun in Aries

Nicole Kidman - Sun/Jupiter MP in Cancer | Keith Urban - Moon in Cancer

Nicole Kidman - Sun/Jupiter MP in Cancer | Tom Cruise - Sun in Cancer

Perrie Edwards - Sun/Jupiter MP in Leo | Alex Oxlade - Chamberlain - Sun in Leo

Priyanka Chopra - Sun/Jupiter MP in Virgo | Nick Jonas - Sun in Virgo

Jessica Biel - Sun/Jupiter MP in Capricorn | Justin Timberlake - Venus in Capricorn

Jay - Z - Moon/Venus MP in Scorpio | Beyonce - Moon in Scorpio

I'll make another post about Midpoints more in depth later this week! <33

[raspberrysmoon]

oh my god wait im intrigued by this au so much . please say more

hiiii hehe im gonna use this as an opportunity to properly introduce levels!!! heres a link to two other ictd posts that have background information - one and two ! :3

so, levels! levels are a categorization of the powers of people in hatchetfield. they rage from zero to ten. here are the basics:

10 - wiggly - a lord or lady. godly, designated to exactly six characters. level ten characters are lord wiggly, lord nibbly, lord tinky, lord blinky, lord pokey, and lady webby.

9 - lumberaxe - inhuman, gifted, but not godly. other level nine entities include evelyn metzger and the witchwood.

8 - uncle wiley - semi inhuman, strongly gifted. some are able to cross the black and white. not godly, still looks human. some have open, 24/7 communication with patron and other lords. another level eight character is miss holloway.

7 - hannah foster -often have open communication with patron and access to not only their own gift but their patrons power as well. likely semi inhuman. other level seven characters include: holly cross, sheila young and lars metzger.

6 - sophia - high level gift; usually unable to access patrons power, but can draw on their energy as use it as their own power. low communication. other level six characters include lex foster and daniel laine.

5 - ted spankoffski - semi-open communication/one sided communication with patron. no obvious gift power, but definitely gifted. another level five character is seaton monroe.

4 - linda monroe - obviously gifted, but not so much that it’ll ever do much in a day-to-day life without training and/or enhancements. another level four character is alex bailey.

3 - grace chasity - gifted, but without self-held power. often held as toys. other level three characters include steph lauter, pete spankoffski, and sherman young.

2 - ethan green - very low, almost unnoticeable level of the gift. cannot be trained to be useful on the daily. can be enhanced, but not by much. other level two characters include sam sweetly and solomon lauter.

1 - jeri - not gifted, but touched. another level one character is deb reynolds.

0 - blake shapiro - not gifted, not touched. normal human level. other level zero characters include matilda waylon, lucy stockworth and the entire town of clivesdale.

now, levels dont dictate which powers each person has- only their strength. for example, jeri has more powers than alice woodward, despite being several levels below her. alice just happens to be stronger.

anyway. uhm. i outlined 23 chapters of the mainfic today. are any of you proud of me

[dizzyjelly]

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🫧Hi lovelies<3 welcome to my page, read below for all my info🫧

{Masterlists}

Ellie Williams

Abigail Anderson

Dina Woodward

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About Me

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•she/they•

•lesbian•

Boundaries: I appreciate any kind of positive comments or messages about my writing, but I don't really share lots of personal information bc I'm just not comfortable with that. If u wanna be friends we can totally message on here, but that's about as far as it will go.

My Interests

•Reading/writing•

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•Music: phoebe bridgers, TV girl, mitski, sexxy red, childish gambino, Lana del Rey, Alex G+more•

•Recently watched/currently watching: Hamilton, OITNB, Young Royals•

•Content Creators: Sinjin Drowning, Danny Gonzalez, Jake+Johnnie, Chad Chad•

[oobbbear]

Ah yes, now my animated music vid playlist will be handy!

Fan animated section but great

Charlie's inferno by Urser

Vampire series by Daria Cohen

OR3O Clover series

DKC m: Return to Krocodile Isle by alex Henderson

Run, Rabbit, Run by LiteralHat

Now for some official ones i love!

Caracan Palace with Mirrors, Miracle,Rock it for Me, Lone Digger, Moonshine and MAD

Stromae with Carmen

Delta Heavy with Get By, Ghost, White Flag, Hold Me, Take Me Home, Punish my love

C2C with Delta

McBaise with She's a Big Boy, Water Slide, Wood

Fever the Ghost with SOURCE (Felix colgrave animation)

Stuck in the sound with Let's Go

The Shins with The Rifle's Spiral, Pink Bullets

SIAMES (ofc) with My Way, The Wolf, No Lullaby, Mr. Fear, Summer Nights, All the Best

Skip the Use with Nameless World

June with A Little Messed Up

Flobots with Handlebars

Freak Kitchen with Freak of the Week

Goldfish with We Come Together, One Million views, Get Busy Living, Washing over me, Fort Knox, Talk To me, Forever Free

Jinkx Monsoon with Cartoons and Vodka

Blockhead with The Music Scene

Twiztid with Dead & Gone

Pearl Jam with Do the Evolution

John Hickman with Cascade

Jay-Z with The story of O.J.

Mystery Skulls witj Endlessly

Britney Spears with Break The Ice

Daft Punk with their classic Interstella series

GRADES with King

Coldplay with Something Just Like This, Adventure Of a Lifetime, Hurts Like Heaven, Daddy

One T + Cool T with The Magic Key

Ryan Woodward with Thoughts of You

Expect a part 2 in a bit

HOHOHOHO I’m shaking this like a kid found a jar of cookie thank you thank you thank you

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Rating Flesh statement givers

Keiran Woodward 15/20 he's chill, like him Lee Rentoul 16/20 Sick fuck, I like the energy (minus one because he was mean to Angela and Angela is neat) Sebastian Adekoya 20/20 MY BELOVED SEBASTIAN PLEASE BE IN TMP I WANT YOU TO BE THERE SO BADLY Christof Rudenko 1/20 I would give you a zero by how much of an asshole you are but your name rolls off the tongue nicely. Be happy you have 1. David Laylow 18/20 You're great, love your view on life, I like you very much, hope you recover well from your encounter dude Gregory Pryor 14/20 Yes, but why you gotta describe poor Hector like that Mrs.Carlisle 19.5/20 I need to know your name PLEASE YOU'RE SO BADASS (minus 0.5 is for lack of a first name Jonny give us the name of Mrs.Carlisle I need to know) Craig "Greg Goodball" Goodall 16/20 Craig "I didn't want my last thought on Earth to be lowkey racist" Goodall (this line fucking killed me)(and it's ironic.) Ross Davenport 25/20 MY BLORBO YOU NEED SOME THERAPY I'D BE WILLING TO PAY I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY Dylan Anderson 12/20 Take care of your pigs well, love them, please. Kind of forgettable tho, not the statement, just you Mikaele Salesa 13/20 JONNY STOP WITH THE MICHEALS how do you even write his name (also I used to think he was a girl) Lucia Wright 15/20 girl you recorded a statement about meat on my birthday/pos ALSO GNOSTISM??? THAT'S FUCKING INTERESTING Jared Hopworth x2 19/20 Dude I like you but WHY DID YOU KILL YOUR BEST FRIEND if you denied your internalized homophobia you could've dated also you have 7 hands and that's canon now (Alex said it) also what do you look like for your creator and VA to go NUTS about you Bonus - Reese "Gristlebloom Orchid" [No last name] - 30/20 ANOTHER BLORBO WHY ARE MY BLORBOS DYSPHORIC BODYBUILDERS BUT I LOVE THEM (also ft him getting me a cool user) Bonus - Tyler 19/20 I just think he's meat. I mean neat.

[sillyunknownkitkat]

Hey !

Now, I know this account had other names and did other things in the past but this time I'll use it to write headcanons, oneshots, series,... about characters and self insert (so reader's) and character ×/+ character

So please send ask but be mindful of the rules that are under the cut :)

ABSOLUTE NO'S :

Anything with poop

Pee if it's sexual (but it can be a little reader having a accident for example)

Pedophilia (the best I'll do is 16 and 18 but if one of the characters is older then they have to at least be 18)

Extreme NSFW (if it's in your ask I'll explain)

Poly releshionship with more than 4 people

Anything with actual rape (cnc might be okay)

Racism coming from the reader or the characters (But can be a headcanons if you got harassed by someone for exemple)

Death (like suicide or someone graphically killing another [for the last of us and resident evil "zombies" dying ate okay]

Sexual Assault (once again if it's too graphic)

SUBJECT YOU CAN ASK :

Any hardcore kink (if you're not sure you can message me and we'll talk about it)

worms, maggots, ...

Fluff, angst, nsfw, ...

LGTBQIIA+

Self insert or a ship

Headcanons, oneshots, ...

Self harm (not too graphic)

Eating disorders (again not too graphic)

Mental illnesses

Hybrid characters (like puppy!Chris, bunny!Izuku, ...)

Pretty much anything actually as long as it's no from the list above

FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS :

UNDERTALE : Sans, Papyrus, Asgore, Toriel, Alphys, Undyne, Mettaton, Grillby, Muffet, Frisk, Chara, Asriel, Astel (I don't remember for wich au or wich au but it's a new Dreemurr basically), Gaster => and their Au's such as

-Undertale, Underswap, Underfell, Swapfell, story shift, horrortale, echotale, gastergang, dreamtale, Ink, Error, Fresh, aftertale, reaper, ... all of the basics

....

RESIDENT EVIL : Chris Redfield, Leon S. Kennedy, Carlos Oliveira, Ethan Winters, Rose winters, Zoé Baker, Lucas Baker, Karl Heisenberg, Dona Beneviento ,... No big Au's but might change from which game they're in and I can "change what happens"

...

THE LAST OF US (1 AND 2) : Ellie Williams, Joel Miller, Dina Woodward, Jesse, Tommy Miller, Abby Anderson, Many/Mani, Owen, ... the games, not the series, tho

...

SALLY FACE : Sal Fisher, Larry Johnson, Lisa Johnson, Ashley Campbell, ...

Same as above, no Au's, but changes in the game are okay

...

MY HERO ACADEMIA : Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Eijirou Kirishima, Shoto Todoroki, Kaminari Denki, Mina Ashido, Hanta Sero, Hitoshi Shinsou,Tokoyami Fumikage, Tenya Iida, Mirio Togata, Tamaki Amajiki, Nejire Hadou, Shouta Aizawa, Hizashi Yamada, Toshinori Yagi, Keigo Takami, Rumi Usagiyama, Tenko Shimura, Touya Todoroki, Himiko Toga, Jin Bubaigawara, Shuichi Iguchi, Kai Chisaki, Hari Kurono, Kendo Rappa, Shin Nemoto, Toya Setsuno, ...

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CALL OF DUTY : John "Bravo 6" Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John(ny) "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garick, Alex Keller, Nikolai Badanov, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, Keegan Russ, Konig, Phillips Graves, Kim Horangi, ...

That's all for now :) Don't be shy and ask

Hope you have a good day/night and be safe everyone <3

[thecutiecollective]

Trinity Woodward

IG: TrinWoodward

📷 Alex Stone

[sinsiriuslyemo]

Title: I Know I'm Pretty

Pairing: Drexyl Spivey/Reader

Rating: NC17 (smut, language, marijuana use)

Summary: You and your roommate get a new weed dealer. As it turns out, he's hot.

Notes: This idea was super random and just sort of sprung up on me. I obviously don't condone anything that Drexyl Spivey stands for if he were a real person.

Warning: marijuana use, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, spanking

Your first impression of Drexyl Spivey came secondhand, when your roommate told you about this new pot dealer in town — some white guy with locs and gold teeth. The image that the short description conjured in your mind was more cartoonish than man, so when she asked if you would accompany her to get some pot from him, you agreed. Your regular dealer had just moved to Colorado, and you figured, best case scenario you would have found a new dealer with quality pot. Worst case scenario, you would at least get some amusement from the cartoonish weed guy.

The last thing you expected when you walked into his decent sized house on Woodward was to be attracted to him.

‘Attracted to him’ seemed way too light, actually.

The man was hot. Lean, with long dark locs that reached past his shoulders, a goatee, a blue right eye, one cloudy left one and a deep scar that circled the cloudy eye. He wore a leopard print silk robe that was left carelessly open to expose his bare chest, loose flannel pants and comfy-looking house slippers.

“Well, well, well…” His gravelly voice crackled on your skin while he slowly looked you over, undressing you with his one good eye as he sucked his front teeth. “What we got here, Marty?”

“These two lookin’ for some Mary Jane,” said the man who had let you both in, standing behind you and your roommate.

Normally you would’ve kept one eye on the doorman, but your attention was completely fixed on Drexyl, who was sitting on the couch, his knees spread comfortably with one side of his lips curled up.

“I’m Alex,” your roommate blurted out, waving awkwardly.

“Well, come on over here then, Alex.” He said her name playfully, his eyes only glancing at her for a moment before they were back on you. “What about you, Sugar? What’s your name?”

You couldn’t help the way you smirked right back at him. “Not Sugar.”

His smile slowly widened, a chuckle trickling up from his chest as he tilted his head to one side as if trying to check out your ass. While your roommate happily took up space on the far side of the couch, you purposely sat in the armchair that was next to it, which he clearly wasn’t thrilled about.

“So what can Drexyl do for you ladies?”

“We were hoping to get a quarter,” you said.

“How do I know you ain’t cops?”

“Oh, we’re not,” Alex said with a smile, holding up two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”

His grin resembled that of a wolf, eyes still planted on you as his tongue grazed over his front teeth. It made a shiver pull from between your thighs, and you pressed your knees together in an effort to calm yourself.

“Prove it,” he said, crooking his finger and beckoning you to him.

You barely managed to keep from rolling your eyes as you stood and stepped toward him, frowning when he patted one of his thighs.

“You think I’m gonna fuck you for some pot?” You arched a brow at him. “I’m not.”

“Girl, relax, I’m not asking you to,” he answered, shifting to the edge of the couch to lift the lid off a box on the coffee table and pull out a joint. “I just wanna see how good you can take a shotgun.” He winked so quickly that you almost wondered if you’d imagined it. “Come here, Not Sugar, I won’t bite. Unless you like that.”

He didn’t light the joint until you started to move again, reclining back against the couch as you sat on his lap, facing Alex, your feet settling between his. He had more, smaller scars on the same side of his face and you fought the urge to trace them with your finger. The hand behind you landed on the small of your back while the other held the joint after he’d taken two healthy drags and beckoned you toward him.

Biting down on your bottom lip, you bent down and pressed your lips against his, opening your mouth to suck as much of the smoke out of his as you could. All the while you ignored the tingle between your thighs and how the seat of her panties grew wet. You gasped when his tongue swept against yours and groaned at the taste of tobacco, sugar and what tasted like pork fried rice. You moved your own to return the favor, licking along two of his gold teeth before retreating back into your mouth. When you couldn’t inhale anymore, you pulled away, holding back a cough before blowing the smoke out steadily, and coughing one more time.

Apparently, he was satisfied with your performance, smiling up at you as he said, “You said a quarter?”

That was three weeks ago, and ever since you hadn’t been able to get the taste of tobacco, sugar and pork fried rice out of your mouth. What was worse was that his weed was the best you'd ever had — smooth, slightly sweet and earthy, much like him, and with an even keeled, full body high.

“He was totally into you,” Alex said, taking a drag from the joint she’d just rolled. “It was crazy, even that Marty guy was like —” She widened her eyes and shifted them from side to side.

“Whatever, he was okay,” you replied in a chuckle.

“Yeah, right, I was surprised when you said you weren’t gonna fuck him. Like, did you suddenly get over your thing with scars?”

You blinked. “What thing with scars?”

“You know, how you’re totally into guys who have scars? Like, remember when we watched Scarface and you were, like, obsessed with Tony Montana for months? Drexyl could be like your Scarface.”

Your mouth opened and closed in guppy-like motions as you tried to think of something to say. But nothing came. And if you were being completely honest with yourself, Drexyl was hot. But he was also cocky, which made you want to fight the fact that you absolutely would’ve let him fuck you, and you didn’t even need anything in return.

“Whatever,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“We’re almost out,” she said with a smirk. “You should totally call him and be like, ‘Oh hey, Drexyl, can we get some more weed?’ And I bet he’d be all, ‘Yeah, Baby, why don’t you bring your fine ass over here and get it?’ And you’d be all…” She giggled theatrically.

“You’re such an asshole,” you muttered, trying to hold back a smile. “He’s exactly the type of guy I should be staying away from. He’s probably dangerous.”

“Yeah, but I bet he’s a great lay,” Alex mumbled, taking an inhale from the joint, holding in the smoke as she added, “Seriously, we should call him and see if we can come get more. I wanna bake cookies.”

“You’re supposed to use skunk for baking,” you reminded her.

“I don't care, I’m doing that gourmet shit. Let’s go, call him.”

“Why do I have to call him?!”

“You’re so annoying, I’ll call him. Jesus,” Alex groaned, picking up her phone from the coffee table. “You wouldn’t even tell him your name, so rude,” she mumbled, hitting a few buttons before she brought the phone up to her ear.

You took the joint from her and took a drag, biting down on your bottom lip as you tried to listen for his voice.

“Hey Drexyl, it’s Alex — Awesome, we were hoping we could stop by again today.” She held her free hand in front of her, inspecting her nails absently. “Oh okay — yeah, that’s fine. I’ll page you. — okay, cool. Bye.” Hanging up, she reached over and plucked the joint from between your fingers.

“So what time are we heading over?”

“Oh he’s running errands so he’s gonna come here,” she replied.

“What?! You invited a drug dealer to our apartment?!”

“Oh my God, relax, it’s not like he’s selling us heroin. Besides, now you can just take him to your room for a quick fuck instead of hoping he’ll invite you into his!” she replied with a happy grin.

“I hate you,” you said half-heartedly, standing up to go change into something cute.

“Put on shorts, bitch! Show off your legs, they’re amazing,” Alex called after you, taking the last few tokes from the joint before putting it out in the ashtray on the coffee table.

It was four hours later that there was a knock on your door, and your stomach did a somersault as you went to it and looked through the peephole.

Drexyl stood in a button down shirt that had most of the buttons undone, with only two fastened in the middle. The top of the shirt was spread, showing off his chest and his black pants slung low on his hips. Behind him was Marty, the stout bodyguard you had met the first time you went to see Drexyl, holding a duffle bag. Running a hand over your hair, you pulled the door open.

“Oh hey,” you said, trying to sound aloof, but Drexyl just smirked.

“Oh. Hey,” he replied, imitating you playfully as he leaned against the doorframe. “You gonna let me in or what, Not Sugar?”

The corner of your mouth began to curl, but you pursed your lips to stop it, stepping aside and letting both of them in. Closing the door, you followed them down the narrow entryway and into the living room, where Alex was flipping through channels.

“Hi Drexyl,” Alex said, sitting up on the couch and grinning up at Marty. “Hey Marty. Come sit!”

Marty looked at Drexyl, who nodded before he looked over his shoulder at you.

“Y/N.”

“What’s that?”

“My name,” you said, walking past him and sitting on the arm of the couch. “Y/N”

“Y/N,” he repeated, as if testing the syllables on his tongue. The growl in his voice sent a shiver over your body, your nipples tightening beneath the sleeveless cotton shirt you were wearing. Brushing past you, he sat on the couch as well, so close that you may as well have been sitting on his lap again. He glanced down at your bare legs, licking his lips before turning to Alex. “So you want the same as last time?”

“I wanna make cookies, so can we maybe do a half?” Alex asked.

“Cookies?” Drexyl replied. “You know you’re supposed to use skunk for that, don’t you?”

“Told you,” you said, earning Drexyl’s attention again.

“Listen to your homegirl,” he said, gesturing to you with his head.

“Oh my God, I literally don’t care, I wanna bake gourmet cookies, damn it. Marty, tell them they’re being super annoying,” Alex groaned, bringing her legs up to tuck under her as she returned her attention to the TV.

Marty, however, just looked at her as though she had spoken in a different language.

“Don’t mind her, she smoked the last spliff before you guys got here,” you said.

Drexyl looked up at you again. “What about you, Y/N? You smoke the spliff too?”

“No,” you answered, this time not caring to keep the smile from forming on your lips. “I know how to control myself.”

“Stop being judgy, Y/N, I’m on vacation,” Alex muttered, reaching for the bowl of pretzels on the coffee table and eating one before she offered some to Marty. “Pretzel?”

“Thanks,” Marty said, speaking for the first time as he reached into the bowl.

“So a half then?” Drexyl asked, his eyes still on you.

You nodded, but Alex was the one who answered. “Yeah, half. You want a pretzel?”

“Nah,” he purred, and his eyes still hadn’t left you. “You got anything sweeter?”

Your lips parted as you considered suggesting he come find something sweeter in the other room with you, when Alex beat you to it.

“Y/N is totally into scars, by the way.”

Your eyes widened as you looked up at her. “Alex, shut up! Jesus fucking Christ!”

Drexyl was chuckling in amusement. He reached into the bag that Marty had come in with and pulled out a freezer bag filled with weed. “Marty, weigh out a half for them.” He looked up at you and pulled out a joint from his front shirt and held it up, gesturing to the hall with his head. “Let’s me and you enjoy this since she’s already smoked.”

You glanced apprehensively at Marty, only for Drexyl to command your attention again.

“Don’t worry, Baby, Marty will be a gentleman, won’t you Marty?” He looked in Marty’s direction.

“Yeah, man, I’ll be a gentleman.”

“Whatever, Marty, I see how it is,” Alex mumbled, belching loudly as she settled on a rerun of Ren and Stimpy. “You better like Ren and Stimpy or I’ll die.”

Drexyl was grinning, standing up and waiting for you to lead the way. You swallowed and stood, reaching to pinch the front of his shirt between two fingers and gently tug him along behind you. You pulled him into your bedroom, closing the door behind him just as he lit the spliff.

“I really am sorry about Alex, she gets kinda weird when she’s stoned,” you said, hoping that he was taking your roommates comments in stride.

“Yeah, I remember, she started singing the Spice Girls the last time,” he replied.

You put your hand over your face and laughed. “Fuck, that’s right, I forgot about that.” You went to the mattress on the floor in the corner of the room below the window, and sat down.

“So, you like my scars?” he purred, blowing out the smoke as he handed the joint to you and got to his knees on the edge of the mattress.

Your lips parted again as you took the joint between your fingers. “Maybe.” You took a drag.

“I got hit with a bottle,” he said, as though leaning into the idea that you were fascinated by it.

“Ouch,” you said under your breath, taking a drag. Your eyes ran over the large, C-shaped scar. “What about these little ones?” you asked, gently stroking the smaller scars between his brows and on the bridge of his nose. “Same incident?”

He nodded. “Mhm.”

Taking another drag, you shifted back and patted the mattress next to you, inviting him to sit as you handed the joint back.

“You got any more?” you couldn’t help but ask as he moved to sit with you.

He smirked and held the joint between his lips, unbuttoning the two buttons of his shirt before he pulled it open to reveal a circular scar on his ribs, just beneath his pec on the right side. Your fingers came to graze over it, a breath leaving you at the feel of the raised skin beneath the pads of your fingertips. He pulled the shirt off and gestured with one hand to his back while the other hand took the spliff out of his mouth.

Moving behind him, you looked over the vast array of scars on the expanse of his back, running your fingers over each of them. Some were straight lines, others more jagged, both deep and somewhat faded. He let you explore them for a moment before he put out the joint on the ashtray you kept by the mattress. You hardly noticed, still entranced by the scar just behind his shoulder when he turned to face you.

“We’ll finish that later,” he mumbled as one hand smoothed over your knee, his eyes taking you in. “God damn, girl, you are so fuckin’ fine.”

You gasped as he leaned forward on his hands and knees, closing the space between you to take your lips in a heated kiss. Groaning against your lips, his tongue flicked against them, demanding rather than requesting entrance. Another moan buzzed against your lips as you opened up for him, pulling him on top of you as you lay back on the mattress, You yanked the various throw pillows from beneath you and threw them out of the way, rocking your hips up against his as he grabbed your breast and pinched your nipple. Biting down on his bottom lip, you dug your nails into his back, holding him in place while your legs curled around him as well.

His lips lowered to leave wanton kisses on your neck, his facial hair lightly scratching against your skin, while one hand worked to unbutton your shorts. A tingle bloomed between your legs, muscles clenching and unclenching as he reached up to pull your shirt off, groaning at the sight of your bare breasts. He wasted no time in taking one nipple into his mouth with his fingers twisted and tweaked the other. You bucked up against him, shivering when you felt his hard cock pressed against the seat of your shorts.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Oh yeah,” he replied, sliding one hand down the front of your shorts. “I’m gonna fuck this pussy so deep you’re gonna feel me for days.”

Your muscles clenched at his words as his fingers slipped through your folds, smearing your essence on your clit in quick, tight circles. Arching your back you cried out, rocking your hips in time with his movements, a light sheen of sweat forming on your neck. When he sucked your other nipple into his mouth and slid two fingers inside you, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, more juices wetting his digits as they curled toward your belly.

“Fuck! Drex!” you moaned, hips bucking wildly against him as one hand held tight to his locs.

“So wet for me,” he purred against your collar bone, thrusting his fingers harder in and out so that the sounds of them moving inside you grew louder. “Cum on my fingers, Baby Girl, come on.” He wiggled his digits against your G spot, earning an elated cry as your back arched again as he egged you on, “Such a good girl. That’s it, Baby, come for me.”

With a final arch of your back, your muscles gripped his fingers again and again, waves of pleasure shooting from the apex of your thighs. Your throat was raw as you screamed his name, begged for more, lifting your head to look at where his hand was shoved down the front of your unzipped and unbuttoned shorts. Your legs twitched, opening wider for him as he moved to sit back on his haunches, his fingers still buried deep inside you. Pulling his hand away, he smirked at your whimper at the loss of his digits and pulled your shorts and panties down and off.

“Fuck, you got a pretty pussy,” he purred, eyes locked on it as he unbuckled his belt.

You immediately sat up and helped, all but ripping his jeans open and shoving them down his hips. You licked your lips at the sight of his thick, long cock whipping from beneath his boxers, slapping his lower belly. Unable to help yourself, you reached for him and stroked his length a few times while he kicked off his jeans and boxers.

“Fuck me, Drex,” you moaned.

He groaned around a smirk and grabbed your hips, flipping you onto your hands and knees.

You yelped when his hand came down on your ass once. Twice. And a third time before he lined himself up with your entrance and pushed inside in one long stroke. His hands gripped your hips, holding you hard against him as he groaned in relief, letting you get used to his girth. After a moment, he slowly pulled out and snapped back in, beginning a steady tap of skin on skin. He filled you so well that your breath caught in your throat, and every time he buried himself to the hilt he was reaching a place inside you that not even your dildo had ever reached. Your legs trembled, the tickles in your pussy reaching a crescendo as he reached for a handful of your hair and carefully pulled your head up, using it as leverage.

“Fuck yourself back on my cock,” he growled, spanking you again with his free hand. “Like I know you wanted to the first day you met me.”

You almost want to give him a snarky response when he snapped his hips forward one, twice, three times as if to get your undivided attention. Then he stopped moving and let you take over, growling low in his chest as you rocked yourself hard back into him. Closing your eyes, you let yourself get lost in the feeling of him filling you over and over,

“Such a tight little pussy,” he whispered, the hand in your hair loosening as it and the other hand grab hold of your hips again, pulling you back against him. Moving with you, he spanked you again, snapping his hips forward until you were sure there would be bruises left behind.

He bent forward to bite the juncture where neck meets shoulder as one arm snaked around you to circle his fingers on your clit again. You whined as the pleasure and pain pushed you over the edge and your pussy hugged him again and again, your body trembling. His fingers didn’t let up, nor did his hips, stroking you through your own orgasm before he slammed into you one last time and you felt the heat of his release spurt deep inside you. He grunted next to your ear, keeping himself buried a moment longer while he reached for the abandoned joint before slowly pulling out and laying next to you.

“Grab that lighter out of my pocket?” he said, rearranging the pillows behind you.

It took you a moment to get your bearings enough to move. You fished the zippo out of his jeans and handed it to him as you laid down. Watching him light the joint, you bit down on your bottom lip as your eyes followed the scar around his eye again. You were still throbbing between your legs, your muscles spasming every few moments as though expecting to still find him inside you, and you realize after a moment that he wasn’t exaggerating when he said that you would feel him for days.

As he passed you the joint, he asked, “You gonna stop pretending you’re not interested now?” with that damned smirk on his face.

Trying and failing to suppress a smile, you rolled your eyes. “I guess.”

He grinned. “Good,” he said, rolling onto his side and drawing indistinct patterns on your stomach with his fingertips. “Cause you weren’t fooling anybody.” He winked. “I know I’m pretty.”

[cantsayidont]

Two movies with actual wlw content:

THE INCREDIBLY TRUE ADVENTURES OF TWO GIRLS IN LOVE (1995): Low-budget lesbian teen romcom, written and directed by Maria Maggenti, about the budding romance between 17-year-old baby butch Randy (Laurel Holloman, who later played Tina on THE L WORD), who works at a gas station and is in danger of not graduating high school, and a rich Black classmate named Evie (Nicole Ari Parker), who drives a $50,000 SUV and reads Walt Whitman. Cute and generally charming, though mostly at a sitcom level, it's most interesting when it contrasts the girls' home lives (Randy lives with her lesbian moms and aunt, while Evie lives with her affluent control freak single mother, played by Stephanie Berry). A somewhat disquieting element is teenage Randy's ongoing on-the-down-low affair with an older married woman (Maggie Moore), a situation that doesn't seem to trouble anyone other than the woman's boorish husband (John Elsen), and which the movie ultimately plays for laughs. CONTAINS LESBIANS? It's a lesbian movie, Bront. VERDICT: Pleasant, inconsequential.

JAGGED MIND (2023): Awkwardly titled, awkwardly realized lesbian thriller about a young Black artist named Billie (Maisie Richardson-Sellers), on the rebound from an emotionally unavailable ex (Rosaline Elbay), who jumps impulsively into a new relationship with a white woman named Alex (Shannon Woodward) despite struggling with debilitating memory problems that result in frequent déjà vu and jarring flashbacks to arguments and even violent incidents that can't have actually happened. (Or can they? Etc.) The editing tricks used to illustrate Bilie's flashbacks are dramatically effective, but the eventual explanation of what's going on is not, involving too big a leap from what's already been established while leaving some important story threads (and character motivations) largely unexplained; the film ends up relying heavily on Richardson-Sellers' looks and charm to paper over an abundance of holes in the plot. Perhaps most interesting as a companion piece to the 2022 movie HEATWAVE, with Kat Graham, another recent thriller about a queer Black heroine falling, at her peril, for a mysterious white woman — an emerging sub-genre of gay cautionary tale? (Of the two, HEATWAVE is better, mostly because while it also falls short, its more modest ambitions keep it from bruising itself quite so badly in the fall.) CONTAINS LESBIANS? Almost exclusively! VERDICT: Good-looking, half-baked.