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beautifully-big-magazine · 2 years ago
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lerry-hazel · 2 months ago
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The long-ass Thomas post that needs to stop living in my brain
Part 6: Brief and Cracky
Going back to how it happened to me before, both Professor Snape and Guy of Gisborne had the flimsy excuse of needing (however willingly) to blend in with the “dark side”.
Whenever I think of why Thomas Barrow would be written the way he was, I can't help imagining something like this:
WRITER: And that's it, that's all of them.
PRODUCER: No, wait, we also need an openly gay character.
W: There would be no openly gay characters in an early 20th century English country estate.
P: But I hear modern audience just eats them up, so we definitely need one.
W: He’ll drag the attention away from other characters.
P: Nevertheless.
W: Do I have to? P: Yes!
W: Fine, but, fair warning, I'm making him as unpleasant as I can realistically get away with; in fact, I'll make him unrealistically unpleasant, just in case.
P (shrugs): Suit yourself, I'll simply hire the most attractive actor I can find. (turns around and leaves, nose in the air)
W (resignedly, to P’s retreating back): I'll also make him an impulsive idiot – 
I'm kidding, of course.
However, it's noteworthy that Oscar Van Rhijn from “The Gilded Age” was perfectly balanced as sort of selfish and whiny but sort of charming and friendly, and obediently kept to the outskirts of the plot.
He's only got a handful of fics on AO3. I do wish there were more about him and Marian bonding, “I've always wanted a sibling”-style, but that's beside the point.
Slightly more to the point, “The Gilded Age” taught me that JF has a thing for clock-making, and it's definitely a good thing. So now I find it fascinating that clock-making, however briefly, got to be Thomas' thing.
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miksweety · 2 years ago
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Sour Times - Portishead, intimate piano / vocal cover.
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Jam Run (The Eddie Barrow Series) by Russell Brooks
Publisher: Date of publication: March 31st, 2023 Genre: Thriller, Mystery Series: The Eddie Barrow Series Chill Run—Book 1 Jam Run—Book 2 Purchase Links: Kindle Goodreads Synopsis: What if crying out for help made you a target? Within hours of arriving in Montego Bay, Eddie Barrow and his friend Corey Stephenson witness a gruesome murder outside a bar. When the victim’s sister reaches…
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bookdivareads · 2 years ago
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Book Showcase: JAM RUN by Russell Brooks
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Jam Run, An Eddie Barrow Mystery, by Russell BrooksISBN: 9780986751387 (Paperback)ISBN: 9780986751394 (eBook)ASIN: B0BZ1C8T4F (Kindle edition)Page Count: 571Release Date: March 31, 2023Genre: Fiction | Crime Thriller | LGBT Fiction What if crying out for help made you a target? Within hours of arriving in Montego Bay, Eddie Barrow and his friend Corey Stephenson witness a gruesome murder outside…
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literaryvein-reblogs · 2 months ago
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Writing Reference: Topographical Elements
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Ideas for Naming your Fictional Places
Buildings and stones brough, burton, caster, church, cross, kirk, mill, minster, stain, stone, wark ⚜ Examples: Crossthwaite, Felixkirk, Newminster, Staines, Whitchurch
Coastline features ey, holme, hulme, hythe, naze, ness, port, sea ⚜ Examples: Bardsey, Greenhithe, Sheerness, Southport, Southsea
Dwellings and farms barton, berwick, biggin, bold, by, cote, ham, hampstead, hamton, house, scale, sett, stall, thorpe, toft, ton, wick ⚜ Examples: Fishwick, Newham, Potterton, Westby, Woodthorpe
Fields and clearings combe, croft, den, ergh, field, ham, haugh, hay, ing, land, lease, lock, meadow, rick, ridding, rode, shot, side, thwaite, wardine, worth, worthy ⚜ Examples: Applethwaite, Cowden, Smallworthy, Southworth, Wethersfield
General locations and routes bridge, ford, gate, ing, mark, path, stead, stoke, stow, street, sty, way ⚜ Examples: Epping, Horsepath, Longford, Ridgeway, Stonebridge, Streetly
Hills and slopes bank, barrow, borough, breck, cam, cliff, crook, down, edge, head, hill, how, hurst, ley, ling, lith, mond, over, pen, ridge, side, tor ⚜ Examples: Barrow, Blackdown, Longridge, Redcliff, Thornborough, Windhill
Rivers and streams batch, beck, brook, burn, ey, fleet, font, ford, keld, lade, lake, latch, marsh, mere, mouth, ore, pool, rith, wade, water, well ⚜ Examples: Broadwater, Fishlake, Mersey, Rushbrooke, Saltburn
Woods and groves bear, carr, derry, fen, frith, greave, grove, heath, holt, lea, moor, oak, rise, scough, shaw, tree, well, with, wold, wood ⚜ Examples: Blackheath, Hazlewood, Oakley, Southwold, Staplegrove
Valleys and hollows bottom, clough, combe, dale, den, ditch, glen, grave, hole, hope, slade ⚜ Examples: Cowdale, Denton, Greenslade, Hoole, Longbottom, Thorncombe
NOTE
These elements are all found in many different spellings. Old English beorg ‘hill, mound’, for example, turns up as bar-, berg-, -ber, -berry, -borough, and -burgh. Only one form is given above (Thornborough).
Several items have the same form, but differ in meaning because they come from different words in Old English. For example, -ey has developed in different ways from the two words ea ‘river�� and eg ‘island’. It is not always easy deciding which is the relevant meaning in a given place name.
This resource does not distinguish between forms which appear in different parts of a place name. Old English leah ‘forest, glade’, for example, sometimes appears at the beginning of a name (Lee- or Leigh-), sometimes at the end (-leigh, -ley), and sometimes alone (Leigh) (K. Cameron, 1961).
Source ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ Notes & References ⚜ Worldbuilding
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pam3pr · 1 month ago
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New Horizons in Flower Arrangement by Myra J. Brooks with Mary Alice and John P. Roche, M. Barrows & Co., NY, 1961
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litgwritersroom · 1 year ago
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can you please write the background story of ozzy hooking up with the mystery celebrity??
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LET ME BE YOUR WOMAN
Ozzy / MC - 5000+ words - @mrsbsmooth NSFW
It’s professional. It’s strictly professional.
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Ozzy rolled his neck, stretching the tension from his shoulders. He wasn’t sure why he was so nervous.
Being a choreographer was his dream job. The choreography videos he’d posted on social media had been fun to make, but he’d never imagined he’d get this big. Dance classes with a waitlist four months long. Invitations to choreograph music videos and international tours. Working one-on-one with celebrities and popstars, all to great success.
But he’d never worked with someone as famous as Brooke Barrow.
Millions of fans. Tens of millions of albums sold. A twenty-country international tour that had fans getting in fistfights over merchandise. And in just a few minutes, she’d take the podium as the biggest celebrity he’d ever taught.
He cast his eyes around the studio one final time, wiping a smudge from the floor-to-ceiling mirror with a silent curse. Did he have time to go over the whole thing again? He checked his phone. No. But he did have a text from Marshall.
Snogged yer worldie yet?
He frowned.
She’s not my worldie. She’s a client, he typed. This is professional.
The dots danced at the bottom of his screen as the reply came instantaneously. Professional my arse. I can feel you sweating from Essex.
Ozzy rolled his eyes, setting his phone to do-not-disturb.
Maybe it wasn’t strictly professional.
All the celebrities he worked with were gorgeous, but she was like something out of his imagination– though he supposed he wasn’t alone. Curves like murder, eyes wide and innocent, skin like a summer evening; bronze and glowing and warm. Hair like silk, and lips you couldn’t help but want to bite down on. FHM, Maxim and Playboy had tried beating her door down for years, not one of them successful; her “good girl” image hadn’t aligned with the type of photo spreads they’d want to put her in.
But things had changed. The label said she wanted a rebrand; a sexier, more grown-up persona better suited to her now 22-year-old self. The issue was that the label thought she had absolutely no idea how to look hot when she danced. She needed help to nail it for her next video.
And she’d requested him specifically.
They’d spoken on the phone many, many times, to clarify the vibe she was after, or discuss the preparations and stretches she should be doing beforehand. They got along great. She was a professional, but still wonderfully friendly, something he’d come to understand was rare among celebrities. She put on those sequin shorts she was famous for one leg at a time. There was nothing to be nervous about.
He made the last few adjustments to the studio, breathing steadily to calm himself down. He had the choreography down, he’d recorded it and it had been approved by her management team. Everything was set and ready to go. He just had to teach her how to do it, that was all.
But as the studio door flung open, he suddenly felt a little queasy.
God Damn.
Her perfectly curated Instagram had nothing on what she looked like in person. She was unreal, a loose, white t-shirt hung off her shoulders, exposing the hint of her brown skin. The flash of a black sports crop stretched over her perky breasts. Tiny, skin-tight shorts he was sure Lululemon never intended to be so pornographic, and heels; sky high, lace-up heels he’d told her to wear, knowing she’d need to be dancing in them on stage.
He had to avert his gaze, shaking some sense into himself as he greeted her with a smile and an outstretched hand.
“Brooke,” he said, as politely and professionally as he could. “I’m Ozzy, great to finally meet you.”
“Ozzy!” she grinned, smiling with recognition. She took his hand, shaking it gently, but didn’t immediately let go. “Hi! It’s so nice to meet you in person, I really am such a fan.”
Ozzy’s eyebrows shot up. “A fan… of… mine?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Huge fan. I swear, about 50% of the views on your Youtube videos are from me and my friends.”
“Well, thank you,” he laughed, feeling a lot more at ease. “That’s really nice to hear. I’m glad you enjoy them.”
“Enjoy is one way to describe it. My friends would call it “drooling over…” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. She bit her lip, and he couldn’t hide the surprise on his face.
…What?
He couldn’t help the rush of adrenaline that flooded his veins. Jeez, his dancing had helped him with women in the past, but… he definitely hadn’t expected—
Was Brooke… flirting with him?
He was suddenly a little at a loss of what to do. Flirting back would’ve been insane, not to mention crazy unprofessional. He couldn’t get a rep for flirting with his students. But… he knew this choreo– he’d created it himself. It wasn’t exactly “leave room for Jesus” type of dancing. So maybe a little harmless flirting would help her to feel less… exposed.
He glanced down at their still-enclosed hands, and looked back up at her, only vaguely trying to hold back the heat in his eyes.
“Well,” he said, a cool confidence in his voice. “I’ve obviously seen all of your music videos, too. Maybe we should leave it at that… for now.”
He held her gaze, and she bit those beautiful lips again, his eyes lingering on them. Brooke released his hand with a coy smile, placing her bag down on the floor in the corner of the studio. She pulled a water bottle from it, wrapping her lips around the mouthpiece of it, tapping it gently against her lips after taking a sip.
“So,” she said. “Where do we begin?”
*
Ozzy showed her every move, running her through it in sets, slowing her down and adjusting her position as she followed along.
But she wasn’t getting it.
She was rigid. Stiff, even, like she was embarrassed to fully let go.
“I’m so screwed,” she groaned, flopping to the floor to take a drink of water.
“No, you’re not,” Ozzy chuckled, sitting down alongside her. “You’ve got the steps down perfectly. You’re just too stiff.”
She sighed, tucking her leg underneath her as she turned to face him. “How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Make being sexy so fucking easy?”
Ozzy’s eyebrows twitched upward, and he couldn’t help but look her over once more. God, she looked so fine with a sheen of sweat over her body, the glow on her skin like she’d been kissed by sunlight.
“You’ll get it. You just need to loosen up. Let go a little.”
“You keep saying that, but I don’t know how,” she complained, pouting at him.
He laughed, getting to his feet. “Here, I’ll show you.”
He reached out his hand, helping Brooke to her feet, and she let him pull her up with a huff.
Ozzy led her to the mirror which spanned the breadth of the wall, turning her to look at herself.
“Okay, do the leg sweep.”
Brooke did a rigid leg sweep, her hands firmly on her hips.
He raised an eyebrow. “This isn’t jazz dance, Brooke. Make it slutty.”
She giggled, looking at his reflection in the mirror.
“Oh, you’re serious?”
“Yes, I’m serious,” he smiled.
“Oh, God, how on earth do I do that?”
Ozzy frowned at her. “Come on, Brooke, you’ve seen people dance seductively. Arch your back. Swing your hips. Run your hands over your body.”
He counted her in, and she tried, running her hands awkwardly up her body. She turned, looking hopefully at him, and he shot her a look of disbelief. Brooke blushed, and Ozzy shook his head, teasing her with his gaze to let her know it wasn’t that serious.
Then, he had an idea.
He’d used it many times, and it always worked. Every single time. He switched to the playlist one of his dancer friends had made him. She said it went hard in the Basildon dance crowd.
“You like clubbing, right?”
“...Yeah?”
“How do you dance in the club?”
“Awkwardly.”
Ozzy laughed. “I highly doubt that.”
Brooke grinned at him. “Yeah, alright, I’m probably a little more relaxed. But I’m usually drunk. And it’s dark.”
Without another word, Ozzy walked over to the door, and switched the lights off.
The studio plunged into darkness, the only light the emergency light over the exit. It was perfect, casting a deep red glow over the room, leaving her in almost full darkness. That deep maroon was the only thing allowing him to see her, and even then, only just. He hit play on the remote once more, smiling as the lyrics started.
Nails, hair, hips, heels, ass fat, lips real
Purse full, big bills, bitch I'm a big deal
Ozzy turned the volume almost to the max, and he took her hand.
“Pretend I’m not here,” he said. “It’s just you, dancing with your friends. Or dancing around your kitchen. No one’s paying attention. No one else is here.”
Ozzy started moving on his own to encourage her, and after only half a minute, he saw Brooke starting to move as well. She was hesitant, but quickly realised she could barely see him, gaining the confidence to start subtly dancing in time with the music.
“Yes,” he smiled. “That’s it.”
She huffed a small laugh, moving a little more confidently.
“Now you’re gonna walk,” he said, moving back across the room. “Or more like…, strut. Towards me. Step to the music.”
“What’s that gonna do?” she asked.
“Get you in touch with your body. And make you feel confident. Toss your hair over your shoulder, stop to dance, do whatever feels right. Just move in time with the music.”
He could just make her out in the low light, her brow furrowed as if she wasn’t sure, but he smiled encouragingly at her. As his eyes began to adjust, he saw her walking toward him, the click of her heels on the studio floor perfectly in time with the beat.
“Great!” he called, “Keep going!”
He began walking backwards around the room, drawing her towards him, and Brooke began laughing.
“You’re moving away!”
“Yeah, I know. Keep coming to me.”
“Ozzzzyyy–” she complained. “I feel stupid!”
“Good thing no one can see you, then, isn’t it?” he teased.
It wasn’t long before she started letting go a little.
As Todrick Hall started instructing her through the song, she started following along.
Drop for me, drop for me, drop
Pose for me, pose for me, pose
Striking dramatic, confident poses, or pausing to do a dramatic slut-drop, she was laughing her head off in no time, loosening up her movements as he finally stopped moving away. Brooke was having so much fun, she didn’t notice him stop, colliding into his chest with a thud.
“Oof,” he groaned, catching her by the upper arms, laughing.
“Oh my God, sorry!” she giggled. “I was getting too into it.”
“Good!” He grinned. “It’s a good exercise to get in the right headspace.”
“Can we keep going?” she said. “That was really fun.”
He slipped the remote from his pocket, hitting next, and Brooke burst out laughing as a deep, sultry rhythm started.
“Oh God,” she groaned. “Is this Buttons? Whose playlist is this?”
“Mate of mine. She loves making dance playlists. This one’s called ‘Hoe town, population me’.”
Brooke burst out laughing. “And you thought that was a good playlist to put on for me?”
Ozzy suddenly blushed, absolutely embarrassed that she might think he’d done that on purpose.
“God, Brooke, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–”
“Shhh!” She laughed. “It’s exactly the vibe I need. I love this song.”
She took his hand, twirling herself underneath it, swaying in time with the beat. She was rolling her head around, relaxed and carefree, her shoulders beginning to follow as she sang along to the lyrics. And as she sang, he couldn’t help but watch her.
You've been saying all the right things all night long
But I can't seem to get you over here to help take this off
The way her mouth formed every word, her tongue flicking gently and her teeth biting at her lip as she began to move. Jesus Christ, she was sexy. He felt his body starting to react as she joined her hands with his, lifting his hands into the air between them. He couldn’t help but step a little closer, bringing them to the side as her body heat began to radiate against his.
Brooke began winding her body, moving her hips in time with the music. She lifted his arms again, turning herself underneath them, and wrapped them around her shoulders. He tried to keep some distance between them, knowing they didn’t need to be dancing so closely, but before he knew it, she’d pressed back against him, their bodies moving together.
“Can you show me how to do those body rolls you were doing before?” she asked, her voice soft and innocent.
Jesus, he was getting hot under the collar.
“Sure,” he said, pulling her just the necessary amount closer. He reached around her, pressing her back into him. “Chest first, shoulders back, then arch your back, pushing your stomach forward. Roll it through, then grind your hips back.”
He pressed his chest into her back, his hand pressing her shoulders back against him. He rolled her with him, her body bending flawlessly with his, ending with her guiding her world-famous ass back.
Directly into his crotch.
She had it straight away, rolling her body against his in a way that had him glancing up at the ceiling for mercy. Her perfume was intoxicating, rich and sweet like caramel and sea salt, and he inhaled deeply as she pulled her hair to the side. He could still hear her singing; it was like a distraction to her, pulling her out of the studio and onto the stage.
Take a chance to recognise that this could be yours—
She began to grind herself back against him, and his heart began to race for real. She felt so good against him, her hips winding into his… but his mind kicked back in.
Professional. Shit. Keep it professional.
“Looser,” he whispered. “Let go of your hips.”
She sighed, her shoulders dropping a little as she immediately became disheartened.
“I can’t do this,” she said, exasperated.
“Brooke,” he said. “You can.”
“I can’t,” she said, stopping altogether. “I just can’t move my body like you can.”
Ozzy frowned to himself. She was almost there when she thought no one was watching. Whenever it was just her and the music, she was perfectly on beat, playing and having fun with it, moving with flawless rhythm. It would take so little to get her there. He just needed to get her out of her own head. Relax her. Get her thinking about something else entirely. He swallowed, hard. Because there was only really one way he could think how.
People acted differently depending on how they were feeling, and there was one mood that he knew would help her. The one that curbed shame and increased risk-taking.
He could turn her on.
“Would it help if I guided you?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
“Please,” she groaned.
“I’ll have to touch you a bit though. Is that alright?”
“Yeah,” she said, “but I don’t think–”
Brooke’s voice cut off halfway as he pulled her body flush to his, and she gasped a little at his sudden taking of control.
“Hips,” he demanded. ”Roll them, like you were before.”
He gently brushed her hips, but her movements were static, so he gripped her harder, guiding her firmly into the movement he wanted to see. Side to side, in a one-two grind, swaying her with the music.
“Oh,” Brooke said, her voice quiet. “So…”
He felt her begin rocking into his hands, and he leaned in closer, speaking into her ear so she could hear him over the music.
“Yes,” he hissed. “That’s it. Now hands.”
He didn’t wait for her to try, taking her hands and placing them on her stomach.
“Run them up your body,” he said, covering them with his own. “Touch yourself like you would want someone else to touch you.”
He traced her hands over her taut stomach, guiding them up over her ribs, brushing her breasts and squeezing them with her own hands. Brooke gasped, but Ozzy didn’t stop, dragging them up over her collarbones and onto her neck. He splayed them on her skin, threading them into her hair.
“Ozzy,” she whimpered.
“Don’t be afraid to get into it,” Ozzy whispered. “If it turns you on, you’re doing it right.”
Brooke’s breath fell heavy, and he released her hands, letting her guide them over herself. He watched her in the mirror, her face glowing in the soft, red light, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up as she closed her eyes. Her hands threaded back into her own hair, and she tugged on it gently, trailing her hands onto her collarbones. She traced her fingers across them, and moved downward, her touch falling heavier on her breasts. She squeezed them together, much harder than he had, and kept going. Lower and lower, over her stomach, trailing down her waist, her hands like a magnet for his gaze as she directed them to the space between her legs. She spread them, bending low to the floor, and traced her hands up the back of her thighs, scratching her nails into the skin. She arched her back, touching herself over and over again.
And Ozzy realised he’d stopped dancing.
All this, right in front of him, an arm’s reach away but feeling like miles. Her body was so effortless, moving with all the beauty and elegance of someone who’d been dancing for a lifetime. He was absolutely entranced by her, the heat in his body like a fire in his blood.The song ended, and for a moment, the trance was broken. But as the next one started, he knew there was absolutely nothing he could do to stop what was going to happen. Doja Cat was going to make sure of that.
The beat was low; seductive and sensual and sex in music’s form, and Brooke turned, gazing at him with deep, hooded eyes. She was in his arms before he could even pull her closer, her body pressed back against his as they began to move as one. He wrapped his arms around her waist, that intoxicating perfume curling into him once more, groaning as Brooke took his hands in hers.
She placed his hands on her, covering them with her own, just as he had, and began guiding him over her skin. Her hips, her waist, under her t-shirt, pushing them onto her breasts.
Baby, worship my hips and waist
So feminine with grace
I touch your soul when you hear me say
"Boy, let me be your woman"
Every drop of blood in his body was rushing south, and he grasped her in a way that was wholly unprofessional, knowing she could feel what she was doing to him. He moved her hair to the side, dropping his lips to her neck, dragging them from behind her ear down to her shoulder. God, he wanted to bite her, her skin tasted exactly like her fragrance, the sweetest caramel with the delicious taste of her sweat.
“Ozzy,” she whispered, gasping for a breath as she reached behind her head and threaded her fingers through his hair.
Jesus, this was already going way too far, but he couldn’t help himself. One hand was on her breast, stroking her rapidly hardening nipples through her bra. The other on her stomach, toying with the waistband of her shorts. Brooke was grinding her ass against him with a wind that would put professionals to shame, the roll of her body against his only drawing more and more heat from his breath. He had to stop this. He had to stop before it went too–
Before he knew it, she’d turned, and her lips were on his.
Ozzy picked her up, and a moment later, he had her against the wall, holding her thigh around his waist as he held her legs apart. Brooke’s hands were in his hair, holding him against her as she slipped her tongue into his mouth, whimpering with need as he began rolling his hips against hers. She tugged at his shirt, and he gladly let her pull it over his head, drawing an irresistible whimper from her as she traced her fingers over his abs. He pulled hers over her head as well, tossing it across the room, before pushing his hands into her sports bra.
“Fuck, yes,” she gasped, “Yes, Ozzy, please!”
He lifted the tight fabric higher, exposing her to him, and leaned down to take her nipple in his mouth. She held his head to her, her back arched, moaning with each flick of his tongue against the sensitive bud. Brooke reached down, slipping her hand into his sweats, stroking her fingers down his length as he groaned into her skin.
“Oh my Goddddd,” she moaned as she traced his full length. “I knew it, I fucking knew it.”
He couldn’t help it, his body completely on fire with every kiss of her palm against his tip. He couldn’t take it any more. He curled his arm around her waist, sliding it into the tiny shorts that had been tormenting him since the moment she walked in, and he took a handful of her ass for himself. He rolled the fabric down his wrist, exposing her, before pushing the shorts all the way down. She reached down, tugging them far enough down that they fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them. She reached down for her shoes, but he stopped her, turning her face toward his.
“Leave them on.”
Naked except for her pushed-up sports bra and lace up heels, she stood like a goddess in front of him, every curve and angle of her body bathed in a cherry-red glow. His fingers traced her outline, admiring her for the work of art she was, before lingering on the heat radiating from between her legs. He pressed his fingers against her clit, starting a slow, steady rhythm, holding her legs open with his own as he pressed his hard length against her leg.
She tugged his sweats down, pulling him closer, and before he could even think about what he was doing, she was guiding his tip to her entrance. He captured her lips with his, groaning at how wet she was, and began to push inside her.
Brooke whimpered and moaned at his size, and he pulled back for a moment.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he whispered, kissing her softly.
She let her head fall back, exposing her neck to him, an opportunity he gladly took as he began kissing up and down it.
“No,” she groaned. “Oh my God, Ozzy, give me all of it.”
So he did.
Brooke gasped with each thrust, whimpering and moaning his name as if he was her favourite song, and he couldn’t help his eyes rolling back as he savoured her. Every roll of his hips was met by one of hers, drawing forward to meet him as if she couldn’t bear for him to not be inside her.
Jesus, he couldn’t believe she thought she couldn’t dance.
“Ozzy,” she groaned, and he paused for a moment, hearing the pain in her voice. “My heels. My feet are–”
Shit, he hadn’t even realised, capturing her thigh in his hand meant she’d been balancing on one heel. He released her, and she dropped to her knees, laying back on the studio floor, her hands against the wall. Ozzy kneeled in front of her, and she wrapped her long legs around his waist, urging him back toward her. He pressed back into her, his hands on either side of her body, and something came over him.
He’d never had a one-night stand before, it wasn’t his vibe. And almost as if he’d only just realised what he was doing, he paused for moment, looking down at Brooke’s exposed body.
Damn. He’d never had a one night stand before, and he wasn’t going to start now.
He was just going to have to make sure this wasn’t a one-night stand.
Ozzy smirked a little, glancing up at Brooke’s hands to make sure she was holding her hands steady against the wall…
And he danced.
He gave her every movement of his body that he had; hips, torso, thighs; rolling his body into her as he drew himself in and out of her, over and over and over. Brooke’s body wrenched underneath him, begging him with her thighs, squeezing him tightly as she held herself off the wall.
She caught a glimpse of them in the mirror to their side, and she gasped, panting his name with every thrust as she watched him build her toward her peak.
“Fuck, fuck,” she gasped, her voice damn near at a cry, every breath like a wave of curses and groans as she tried to hold back. “Ozzy, fuck, I’m gonna–”
She whimpered, her mouth falling open, and he almost chuckled at how fast he’d brought her there. But he couldn’t help but groan in response as she tightened around him, her strong thighs squeezing his waist as her walls gripped his length inside her.
“Oh Jesus, Brooke, yes,” he whispered, throwing his head back as he guided her through the waves of her climax. He gently slowed as she came down, rolling softly into her so as not to overstimulate her. But almost as soon as she’d taken a breath, she opened her eyes.
She looked up at him with the deepest, hooded eyes he’d ever seen, her full lips parted and her lips wet from his kiss.
“On your back,” she whispered.
Ozzy’s eyebrows raised, and before he could even tell her she didn’t have to, she had him on his back. Brooke slid him back into her, and he smiled up at her…
Until she started moving.
Up. Down. Forward. Back. Side to side and directions he didn’t even know existed. She was a full-body experience, her hips grinding into his, her hands gently caressing and scratching at his chest as she worked herself over him.
“Je–sus–christ,” he gasped, grasping for purchase with each grind of her hips. “Brooke, fuck!”
Her lips fell open, moaning as she watched him underneath her, and she glanced one more time at the mirror. He turned his own head, glancing at their reflection, and almost lost control. Every curve was on full display, her back arched, her breasts exposed, her every movement captured in glass and reflected back at him as he watched her ride him.
She caught his eye in the mirror, biting her lip and moaning as she took him especially deeply.
“Oh, God, Ozzy, you feel so good,” she gasped.
Ahh, Jesus, he was close.
He tried to slow her down, but Brooke had no interest in it, closing her eyes and lifting her pace. So he did the only thing he could do.
He started thrusting back into her.
He fell into her rhythm, meeting her hips with every movement, echoing and mirroring and taking back the lead. His hands left her hips, and he reached for her hands, bringing them to her breasts.
“Touch your body,” he demanded. “Brooke, touch yourself.”
She whimpered, squeezing her breasts the way she’d shown him before that she loved, and Ozzy grabbed her hip once more. He guided her with one hand, thrusting up into her, and brought his other hand to her clit, grinding his fingers against her as he watched her rolling her nipples through her fingers.
Jesus, the visual was too much, and he could feel the sweat dripping down the back of his neck. He was so close, dancing so close to the edge, holding back for her, desperate to–
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Brooke, shit, shit–”
“Ozzy–”
With a sudden heave of her body, Brooke snapped, her head falling back as she came a second time. The tightness surrounded him, and he couldn’t have held back if he wanted to, exploding in a wall of gasping moans as he bucked up into her. The beat of the music pumped through him, the roll and wind of their hips together like a wave of ecstasy that they rode each other through. His fingers left marks on her hips, grinding her back into him with some unholy urge to come as deep into her as possible, and it only drew a darker gasp from Brooke’s lips.
They stayed like that for what seemed like an age, their hips rolling in perfect unison as they came down from the high together. Brooke collapsed on top of him, her body soft and limp against his, and he wrapped her up in his arms, completely at a loss of what to say.
“That was fucking incredible,” Brooke said, panting heavily into his chest. “If that’s what dancers can do, I need to get better at dancing.”
Ozzy laughed, stroking her back. “You seemed to have pretty good control of your hips from where I’m standing?”
Brooke lifted her head, glaring playfully at him, and smiled. “Glad you think so… now. But I think I can get even better.”
He kissed her gently, smiling back, a little amused at his own boldness. “Well, you’re doing classes with me five times a week for the next two weeks. So…”
Brooke giggled, and leaned over him, kissing him deeply. He groaned into her soft lips, holding her to him, stroking his hand through her hair before releasing her. She bit her lip, an adorably excited look in her eyes, and grinned at him.
“It’s a date.”
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My Spooky Season recommendations for 2024!
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In the Miso Soup by Ryu Murakami - A serial killer targeting sex workers in Tokyo’s red light district and a local guide caught in the middle of it all.
World War Z by Max Brooks - Remember that movie of the same name? It’s based on this book, but like usual, the book is better.
The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw - I was appalled by how much I liked this novella given the amount of violence and gore, which is not usually something I like to read.
What Moves the Dead by T. Kingfisher - A retelling of The Fall of the House of Usher.
What Feasts at Night by T Kingfisher - A follow-up to What Moves the Dead with references to Romanian folklore.
Woman, Eating - A modern vampire just trying to make it through life.
Starling House by Alice E. Barrow - Less creepy than the other books on this list, but possibly my favorite on this list. Appalachian mining town being haunted by its dark history and romance.
Devolution by Max Brooks - A Sasquatch horror. Loved the amount of research that went into the book that made it a little extra spooky.
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dramyhsturgis · 2 months ago
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Dark Academia Works Inspired by True Crime Cases?
Hello, all! I am looking for recommendations of Dark Academia works (novels, short stories, films, television series) based on true crime. I would be grateful for any suggestions for my list. Thank you!
I am intentionally casting my net widely, defining the Dark Academic genre (as opposed to the aesthetic) as one that focuses on an academic setting and educational experience, employs Gothic modes of storytelling, cultivates a dark mood by contemplating the subject of death, and offers critique for interrogating imbalances and abuses of power.*
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Below the cut is my current list of Dark Academia Works Inspired by True Crime Cases. All suggestions are welcome!
Dark Academia Works Inspired/Informed by True Crime Cases
Note 1: “True crime” is defined here as a specific case (for example, a murder or missing person’s case), not as a larger historical event (for example, the Salem Witch Trials or the Opium Wars) or an amalgam of cases (for example, general hazing in fraternities). Note 2: This list is in chronological order based on the true crime case. Note 3: Some works that aren't fully DA but incorporate DA sections are included.
TRUE CRIME: 1897 disappearance of student Bertha Mellish from Mount Holyoke College DA novels: The Button Field by Gail Husch (2014) Killingly by Katharine Beutner (2023)
TRUE CRIME: 1924 killing of Bobby Franks by University of Chicago students Nathan Leopold and Richard Loeb DA Novels: Compulsion by Meyer Levin (1956) Nothing but the Night by James Yaffe (1957) Little Brother Fate by Mary-Carter Roberts (1957) The Secret History by Donna Tartt (1992) These Violent Delights by Micah Nemerever (2020) Hollow Fires by Samira Ahmed (2022) Jazzed by Jill Dearman (2022) DA films: Rope (1948), Compulsion (1959), and Murder by Numbers (2002)
TRUE CRIME: 1932 kidnapping and killing of Charles Lindbergh, Jr.; 1933 kidnapping and killing of Brooke Hart; and 1932-1934 crime spree of Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow DA novels: Truly Devious books by Maureen Johnson (especially the first trilogy, 2018-2020)
TRUE CRIME: 1944 killing of David Kammerer by Columbia University student Lucien Carr DA film: Kill Your Darlings (2013)
TRUE CRIME: 1946 disappearance of student Paula Jean Welden from Bennington College DA novels: Hangsaman by Shirley Jackson (1951) Last Seen Wearing by Hillary Waugh (1952) The Secret History by Donna Tartt (1992) Shirley by Susan Scarf Merrell (2014) Quantum Girl Theory by Erin Kate Ryan (2022)
TRUE CRIME: 1973 killing of student Cynthia Hellman at Randolph-Macon Women’s College DA novel: Good Girls Lie by J.T. Ellison (2019)
TRUE CRIME: 1978 killing of students Margaret Bowman and Lisa Levy and attack of students Kathy Kleiner and Karen Chandler by Ted Bundy at Florida State University DA novel: Bright Young Women by Jessica Knoll (2023)
TRUE CRIME: 1985 killing of Derek and Nancy Haysom by University of Virginia students Elizabeth Haysom and Jens Söring DA novel: With a Kiss We Die by L.R. Dorn (2023)
TRUE CRIME: 1999 killing of student Hae Min Lee from Woodlawn High School (by Adnan Syed? debated) DA novel: I Have Some Questions for You by Rebecca Makkai (2023)
TRUE CRIME: 2022 killing of students Madison Mogen, Kaylee Goncalves, Xana Kernodle, and Ethan Chapin from the University of Idaho (by Washington State University student Bryan Kohberger? currently awaiting trial) DA novel: This Book Will Bury Me by Ashley Winstead (2025)
*(I go into this definition in further detail in my segment here on the StarShipSofa podcast, my graduate course on Dark Academia, and my 2023 academic essay "Dark Arts and Secret Histories: Investigating Dark Academia.")
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2012-04-15_B-Hill_086 por Mike Brook Por Flickr: LNER Class K4 2-6-0 No. 61994 "The Great Marquess" gathers speed whilst hauling the outbound demonstration Passenger Shuttle from Roundhouse Halt up the Springwell Branch Line, during the Barrow Hill Roundhouse 'FAB 4' Steam Gala on 15th April 2012.
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gyunikum · 1 year ago
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I have been tagged by @waitinglistbitch and @i-wasnt-ready-for-this thank you guys 🥹🥹
Last song: Beton.Hofi, Hundred Sins - BAGIRA
Last movie: TAXI (1998).
Currently reading: rereading Rupert Brooke's Collected Poems. I've got a copy of the 1938 print and I love it to bits. The aesthetic, the musky smell, the care with which I have to handle it's pages, the rough-cut edges, the various annotations of previous owners, not to mention the viscerality of the poems themselves.
Currently craving: an entire week off just so I can rest my weary bones and recuperate from stress and anxiety.
Tagging my SASRH homies @almost-a-class-act @roseszirnheld @just-barrow @homeahoy @crunchywrites @oscarlovesthesea @davidstirlings @regseekings @cloudyfacewithjam and also literally everyone who follows me. No pressure though.
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thegirlandthewardrobe · 1 year ago
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STUFF YOUR KINDLE DAY IS FRIDAY JUNE 30TH!!! (HUNDREDS OF FREE BOOKS)
There's going to be TONS of free romance books available on Amazon for download! The books can be also be downloaded/sent to Non-Kindle devices as well. The list of available books was released early and can be found here. I also took the time to scroll through some of the categories and compile a brief list of some of the books that I'm looking forward to downloading, in case anyone needs help choosing books😊 I also linked the Goodreads description for each and every book for those of you who want more info or reviews!
P.S. These are all spicy reads (with probably the exception of the YA ones), IYKYK😏
Happy Reading❤️
**=Reverse Harem/Why Choose
Young Adult Romance
Midnight Prince by Aisha Urooj
White by Angelina J. Steffort
Gravebriar by Casey L. Bond
Kingdom of Embers by Trina Copeland
Teaching the Teachers Pet by Sarah Sutton
Crimson Born by Amy Patrick
Her Dark Love by Isra Sravenheart
In the Dust by K.A. Gandy
Fire and Ice by Michelle Barrow-Belisle
Keeper of Dragons: The Prince Returns by J.A. Culican
Fantasy Romance
The Prince of Dragons by Tameri Etherton
Veiled by Michelle Areaux
Dragon Soul by L.J. Swallow
Empath's Lure by Jen Lynning
Wolf Shunned by Laurel Night
To Catch A Fae by Mila Young
Taming the Vines by Anita Primrose
The Gilded Survivor by Daniela A. Mera
Empath: The Tale of Flora and Cale by Meghan Shaltes
The Queen's Wings by Jamie K. Schmidt
Captured by the Fae by Vera Rivers
The Coven of Ruin by T.K. Tucker
The Lost Siren by Raven Storm
Death Wish by Harper A. Brooks
Maiden Flight by Bianca D'Arc
The Borderlands Princess by Ophelia Wells Langley
Blade and Rose by Miranda Honfleur
Princess of Thorns by Amberlyn Holland
The Captive and the Cursed by Alexa Saint
Lord of the Hollow Court by C.K. Beggan
**Queen of the Stars by Catherine Banks
**Captive Beauty by Cassia Briar
Queen of Roses by Brior Boleyn
**Psychotic by Elle Lincoln
Night Elves of Ardani by Nina K. Westra
The Gardener and the Water-horse by Mallory Dunlin
**Our Fae Queen by Traci Lovelot
Sun Serpent by Geneva Monroe
**Torn Apart by D.E. Chapman
Paranormal Romance
Never Say Never by Sarah Spade
**Daughter of the Sun by Laura Greenwood
**The Stalking Dead by Eva Chase
Forbidden Wolf by CR Robertson
**Splintered: Brookview Academy by A.J. Moran
**A Monstrous Claim: Part 1 by R.K. Pierce
Breaking the Lovers' Curse by Lore Nicole
The Dragon's Reluctant Sacrifice by Ines Johnson
**Monsters by Katie May
Night Revelations by Godiva Gleen
**Scarred Wolf by Elizabeth Blackthorne
**Vampire's Kiss by Atlas Rose
**Red by Tracey H. Kitts
**Dark Spirits by N.A. Jameson
Feral by Trish Heinrick
Her Primal Love by Rianne Burnett
**Magic Claimed by Charmaine Ross
**Life's a Witch by Skyler Andra
**Vampires Don't Give Hickeys by Holly Ryan
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penlooks · 2 years ago
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Brooke Barrows: Part 1 #BrookeBarrows
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