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medieval & fantasy starters   //   accepting @woednesdayaddams​ sent: ❛ some of us may not survive, but the ones that do will get the ultimate reward… paid. ❜

       “ i can tell you with the utmost frustration and certainty, we are definitely not getting paid for this. ” it’s not as though she wants to burst her melancholy companion’s bubble, it’s just the harsh reality. this new endeavor, curtesy of the outreach program, involved students from other jericho schools shadowing at evermore ( primarily the elementary age range ). lexa has no qualms with children and often enjoys teaching them. but in larger numbers there’s a tendency for them to go off the rails quicker, engaging in juvenile and obnoxious behaviors. “ i have a feeling you’ll want to show our young visitors the fencing court...” emerald eyes twinkle mischievously. she knows she shouldn’t encourage wednesday, but the impish part of her is eager to see how her grim classmate responds to the program. 

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NHTK - Chapter Three

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pairing: brother's best friend! Eddie Munson x fem! Reader, reader is Reefer Rick’s little sister.

summary: when I said the chapter was coming this Wednesday, I really meant whenever I want because I have zero self-control. Surprise!

Also, look out, there will be a poll posted and it's super important for their fate.

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w/c: 3.7k

warnings: smut - fingering, oral (Eddie and reader receiving), little hint of a praise kink, brief use of (y/n).

Your house is silent, the volume of your mother’s television low behind her bedroom door. Rick has long since left, his car missing from your driveway.

Slowly, you tiptoe inside and pull Eddie behind you like a teenager sneaking a random boy in. As if Eddie hadn’t been inside your house a million times before.

You slide the deadbolt into the door and turn to him with a wide grin, making his heart pulse with nervous energy.

His thoughts race with uncertainty. Insecurity and god, what is he doing in his best friend’s house, holding hands with his sister?

What if you didn’t regret it now but you did later?

Because you’re bound to.

He’s adamant you are.

But the soft plush of your lips dissipates his thoughts, self-doubt replaced with a need he can no longer ignore. 

You both kick off your muddy shoes, their soles landing with a soft thud against the tiled floor.

His smile grows under your kiss as you lead him through the house and to the bathroom, legs moving backward as you tug at his shirt.

Your back hits the wood of the door louder than expected, and he breaks apart from you, stilling to listen for any movement. The stern line of concentration etched into his face makes you giggle, enjoying his nervousness and how wide his brown eyes have gone. You pull him through the door, quickly closing it behind you.

“Scared, Munson?” Your voice is teasing as you push him against the wooden frame and reach for the lock beside him. Twisting it until it latched.

Less than shy.

A little needy.

Challenging gaze trained on his as you push his leather jacket to the ground, grinning as it lands with a thud.

It’s like a game, each of you teasing and feeling like you are about to explode.

He shakes his head in response, crooked grin broad as he dips his head closer to yours. Enjoying the way you leaned towards him instinctively, already anticipating the moment his lips would be on yours.

“What was it you said last night?” His voice is gruff, eyebrow jutting as he waits for your response.

You watch Eddie trace his fingers up your arm, their warmth felt beneath your shirt. His pace is agonizingly slow as he creates a trail to your face and rubs an affectionate thumb against your cheek.

Your mind is swimming, eyes trained on his lips just inches from yours. Loud need surpassing any form of a coherent thought, and he enjoys how you are affected.

How you are a little dumb from just one kiss, from the press of his body against yours.

“Come on pretty girl, I know you remember,” his lips graze against your cheek settling on the skin between your ear and neck.

He presses a kiss against the sensitive flesh, smiling as he feels your shudder.

“I said,” you swallow and close your eyes as he begins to suck at your skin. The sensation driving you a little mad.

“Go on,” he instructs, breath warm against your ear.

“Nobody has to know,” your fingers tangle into his curls holding him against you. He hums against your skin, tongue darting against the spot he just sucked.

“If you don’t want them to,” you finish, relishing the way his teeth graze against your flesh—the way his warm breath makes goose flesh sprout along your arms.

“Is that what you want?” He questions, heart hammering against his ribcage. The same self-doubt sprouts. A little mocking.

“I just want you.” He pulls away to look at you, brown eyes boring into your own. Measuring your sincerity and not finding a hint of doubt. 

He swallows hard and presses a kiss to your lips, sucking your lower lip between his. The sensation makes your toes curl and your hands tangle in his shirt.

It feels like there’s electricity in the air, the hair on your arms standing on end as it buzzes around you.

The surface of his tongue drags against your lip, and you slide your own against his, matching his pace. He savors the way you taste, swallowing your breathy moans as he leads you further into the room until your ass is pressed into the edge of the sink.

Eddie kisses the edge of your mouth, your jaw, your neck and lifts you to sit on the counter. Your small yelp makes him smile against your skin as he pushes your collar aside and unbuttons your shirt.

“Is this okay?” He asks, voice soft. Hands quickening as you nod in response. The fabric drops from your shoulders and into the sink, your breasts only concealed by the thin lace of your bra.

His cheeks blossom red as he admires you, eyes trained on the bud of your nipples pressing against your bra, and swallows hard.

“You’re so beautiful,” his gaze meets yours. 

Eddie’s voice sounds strained, as though he is struggling somehow, and you begin to push at the soft cotton of his black t-shirt. Running your hands along the patch of hair that leads into his jeans up to his chest. Pushing his shirt up with your ascent and over his head, your teeth sinking into your lips as he stands before you. A new intimacy to the exposed skin you’d seen before.

It’s your turn to make him shudder, to make goosebumps sprout as you drag your fingertips down his abdomen and to his handcuff belt buckle.

Eddie’s eyes darken as you unfasten it and toss it aside, his fingertips tracing lines up your arms. Leaving behind a trail of electricity where they touch.

He lowers his head, breath warm against your skin as he places kisses on your shoulder, peppering them up to your jaw.

He pulls at the straps of your bra and reaches behind you for the clasp, unhooking it. Your bare breasts pressed to his chest, heat rising to deepen the color of your skin.

Eddie’s mouth is back on yours in an instant, kisses frenzied.

Need overpowering any thought as he makes work of the button of your jeans while you make work of his with clumsy hands.

“Take these off,” you push at his chest and jump from the counter to remove yours until you’re in just your panties. Bare chest heaving with excitement.

His breath hitches at the sight of you, his hard arousal less restrained against the material of his boxers.

You kiss him again, slower. Deeper. Teeth grazing his lower lip as you stroke him over the thin material of his boxers. Smiling as he shudders against your lips, you pull the rest of the material down.

Eddie’s hands dig into your skin as his hard cock springs free against your stomach, the girth of it making your eyes snap wide open from the touch alone. Your cunt clenches as you imagine the stretch he will be, and you need him inside you.

He pushes your panties down until they fall to your ankles and walks you backward towards your shower, the cold of the glass door making you gasp as it touches your naked flesh.

Briefly, the two of you pull apart.

Eddie’s pupils are blown, darkened by a different kind of hunger. Your breathing becomes difficult under his fixed gaze.

You begin to stroke his hard dick, rubbing your thumb against his tip, mouth-watering to have him pressed into your cheek as precum leaks down your fingertips.

Eddie swears he’s died and gone to heaven as he watches you get down on your knees in front of him, your tongue dragging across the underside of his shaft.

“Holy fuck,” he breathes, bucking when you wrap your lips around his tip. Cheeks hollowed out as you tease him inch by inch until he’s pressed against the back of your mouth. It feels like you’re swallowing his dick the way you pull him into your throat, gagging as you look up at him. Slobber collecting around his cock and dripping down his balls.

His hands fists in your hair, watching you bob up and down his cock, dragging your hand over his shaft as you do.

Eddie whispers your name, and it only makes you more needy for his cum, wanting to taste his warm load against your tongue.

“Baby, baby,” his grip on your hair tightens, and you still, eyes looking up at him with your mouth still wrapped around his cock.

“I’m going to finish before we even get started if you keep doing that,” his voice is a little strained as you pull back, releasing his tip with a small pop.

“That’s okay,” you whisper as you continue to stroke him.

He shakes his head and stills your hand, fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“Not yet,” he lifts you and kisses your swollen lips as he reaches a hand inside the shower to turn the hot water on, billows of steam quickly fill the room.

A small chuckle escapes you as Eddie hoists you up, fingers gripping your ass. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, hands twined around his shoulders as he carries you into the warm water.

Your fingers slip into the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him against you until his chest presses against yours.

Your mouths are frenetic, all teeth and tongue. An animalistic need that comes over you.

His fingers grip you tighter as you grind your wet arousal against his shaft. The tip of his cock teasing your tight entrance.

Eddie pulls away and groans into your neck. Teeth scrape against the sensitive flesh, and you turn your head to expose more of the skin to him.

His tongue slides against your pulse, feeling the way your heartbeat thrus wildly underneath it.

You tangle your fingers into his curls, bucking against him, sliding your slick folds against his length, enjoying the way his hands clutch your hips tighter. Trying to hold onto the last of his restraint.

“I don’t have a condom,” he whispers, and you still.

“There’s always next time,” you promise with a kiss, and Eddie can’t believe there will be a next time.

His lips lock with yours as he unwraps your legs from his waist, setting your shaky legs underneath you.

Agonizingly slow, his mouth trails down your chest. Tongue swirling around your budded nipple. Pulling it into his mouth with a gentle suck.

Your head falls against the tiled wall, nails scraping at his back as he shows your other breast the same attention. Kneading the other with his free hand.

His kisses trail down your sternum, tongue grazing against your abdomen. As he nears your mound, he lifts your leg and hooks your knee over his shoulder.

Steam rolls around you and against the glass panes, separating the two of you from the rest of the world. Water trickles down Eddie’s back, soaking into his hair as his tongue leaves an agonizing trail up your thigh until he reaches your center.

You gasp at the first swipe of his tongue, bucking as he parts your sensitive flesh.

He takes his time, lapping at your already dripping arousal. Humming as he tastes you.

“Sweetheart,” he groans, returning to your thigh to press kisses into your skin. You tilt your head back against the wall, his affected voice playing in your head on a loop.

“I knew you’d be this sweet,” his voice is gruff, vibrating against your inner thigh as he sucks and bruises your skin before returning to your aching cunt.

His tongue darts in and out of your sopping pussy, enjoying the way your quiet moans reverberate off the walls.

The way you bite your lower lip to keep yourself from moaning louder.

He begins to rub gentle circles against your bundle of nerves, and it feels like your mind becomes void of thought, ears whirring with the sound of your beating heart.

You wrap your fingers in Eddie’s hair to keep you grounded, almost losing balance as he pulls your clit into his mouth with a gentle suck.

He teases your slick folds with his finger, prodding your entrance. Slowly inching inside of you until your walls are wrapped around him.

Eddie’s finger curls inside of you, pressing against your spongy center. A spot you were never able to reach on your own.

It has you seeing stars, moans growing louder, and you cover your mouth to muffle the noise.

He groans, about to cum at the sight of your pleasure with you wrapped around his finger. Slowly, he adds another digit, stretching you until he’s knuckle-deep. Your juices drip down his hand as he quickens his pace.

The lude squelching of your pussy makes his eyes roll, his tongue darting quicker over your sensitive clit.

Your grasp on his hair tightens as you begin to ride his face, chasing the release you need.

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, and glance down at him.

Eddie Munson is on his knees in front of you, dark brown eyes watching you as you grind your pussy against his face. His curled fingers darting in and out of your cunt, mouth sucking your clit. Freehand keeping you spread apart for him.

You grip his hair, pulling at his curls as you begin to come undone. Eyes slammed shut, the pleasure deepening until it feels like your entire body is a live wire thrumming, unfurling at your center.

You moan his name over and over, the only word you know how to say. No longer able to form a coherent thought as your pussy pulses with the strength of your orgasm, and Eddie doesn’t move. Lapping at your release, relishing the way you taste as you coat his tongue.

He removes his fingers from you steadily, pressing kisses gingerly to your inner thigh, your abdomen, and up to your breasts until he is standing over you.

Eddie peppers kisses along your neck and up your cheek until his lips are pressed against yours.

You hum as you taste your release on his tongue, dragging your nails up his abdomen and to his chest. Enjoying the way his muscles tense under your touch.

“Eddie,” you whisper his name between kisses, eyes still closed as his mouth works against yours, but your lungs are desperate for oxygen. Burning for a reprieve.

You pull away slightly and peek up at him through your lashes. Lungs constricting for a different reason. Obsidian eyes framed by long lashes look back at you with an intensity that makes you swallow harshly. Eyebrow pointed up as he waits for you to continue, to tell him what you’d planned on saying.

His dark, wet curls frame his face as they cling to him, porcelain skin blossoming a rosy pink from the temperature of the water, and holy, Eddie Munson was beautiful.

The kind that makes your heart stutter, stop, and start again.

The kind that could have you dedicate paragraphs and soliloquies to describe the intensity of his gaze, the effect of his crooked smile.

The kind that has you staring at his lips, a little dazed, and you could try to blame it on the world-altering orgasm. Could probably blame it as a side effect of the billowing steam around you—a little suffocating in its intensity.

“Yes, sweetheart?” His gruff voice breaks through the silence, your train of thought, nose rubbing against yours, and you croon. Needy hands push at his chest and spin him around until his back is the one pressed against the wall.

Your fingers creat a trail back down his abdomen and through the patch of hair that leads to his cock.

“It’s my turn,” you whisper against his lips and begin to stroke his length.

His jaw goes a little slack, gaze trained on your teasing smile. 

Watching the way you create circles against his tip, your other hand massaging his balls. 

You press a quick kiss to his lips and begin a trail over his jaw, settling on the sensitive skin of his neck. 

Your tongue grazes his skin, enjoying the way his dick twitches in your hand as you begin to nibble gently. Sucking the sensitive spot into a bruise. Eddie groans, head tilted against the wall as his hands explore your body. Caressing your tits, pinching your nipples between his fingers. 

His hands move to your hips as you trail down his chest, peppering kisses along his torso and stopping just above his cock. You watch him from above your eyelashes, gaze trained on the dazed look in his eye as you drag your tongue along his shaft. Swirling it along the top, the taste of precum salty against your tongue. You moan at his taste, eager for him to coat your throat in his release. 

Your head bobs an inch and off again, teasing. A wicked smile on your lips when you look up at him. 

Eddie is on the brink of destruction, about to explode from the sight of you on your knees once again, and this time he isn’t going to last. 

“Such a fucking tease,” he grunts, fingers rubbing the side of your mouth. Tugging until you open wider for him. 

He pushes his thumb in, groaning when your tongue swipes his finger—sucking on it, releasing it with a loud pop. He rubs your drool against your lips, watching the plush of your pout bounce back into place, and you’re back on his cock again. Not allowing him a moment longer to think as you suck viciously on his tip while you fondle his balls. 

Eddie’s moans grow louder, and you clench your legs together, aching for him to stretch you. The image of him pumping into you spurs you to take him deeper and pull him further into your mouth until your cheeks are hollowed out as you take him inch by inch until he’s hitting the back of your throat. 

He knots his fingers into your hair, guiding your head up and down as you increase your pace. Until he’s fucking your face. You concentrate on breathing through your nose, your tongue swirling while your hand grips him just right. Stroking in sync with the movement of your head. Slobber coating his pubes and dripping down his balls. 

“Holy fucking shit,” he curses, listening as you gag around his dick, and it feels like you are swallowing him whole. 

“I-I’m gonna come,” Eddie stammers, voice strained. You hum against his cock, needy for him to finish. He pumps one more time until he spills into your mouth, warm come hitting the back of your throat. 

You continue to suck on his dick, milking every drop out of him. Ascending to his tip to lick him clean, enjoying the way his tangy spent tastes against your tongue. 

Eddie’s body turns rosy, goosebumps breaking along his flesh. The orgasm rolls through him, felt deep in his gut, and he swallows the deep groan stuck in his throat. 

His fingers are still twisted in your hair, and slowly, he releases his tight grip, eyes opening to see you still on your knees. Trailing kisses over his softening arousal and back up his torso. 

You smile as you wrap your arms around him as if this isn’t your first time together. Comfortable, any shyness tucked away somewhere and hidden from sight.

“Hi,” you smile at him fondly, voice softer than when you first entered the room. Eddie rubs an affectionate thumb against the apple of your cheek, fondness evident behind his half-hooded eyes.

“Hi,” he whispers back and holds you close, pecking a soft kiss against your lips. Fast, as if it were a habit. 

The two of you stand there, warm water hitting your back. Shrouded in steam and under the after-sex glow. The kind of glow that paints Eddie’s cheeks a permanent shade of pink, and you don’t think he could look any cuter. 

“I’m pretty sure I’m going to be late to work,” you giggle. Not at all eager to move, unsure of what will happen once you do.

“Shit, I forgot that’s why we came back,” he laughs with you. This morning’s conversation felt like eons ago.

“‘S’okay,” you grin, “Mark will be fine without his AM for a bit. Just need to get cleaned up.” You begin to push off his chest, but Eddie holds you there and reaches over for the bottle of shampoo. 

“I can help you get cleaned up,” he offers, already reaching around you and putting too much shampoo onto his palm before you can respond. He rubs it between his hands before massaging it into your scalp.

The smell of coconuts mixes with a floral scent and fills the air as you mull, enjoying how his fingers feel in your hair.

“Oh my god-” you groan, neck relaxing into his touch. Eddie chortles, enjoying the way that you melted into him even more. 

“Does that feel good?” 

“Munson, did I ever mention how talented you are with your hands?”

“I think you may have given me a hint,” he retorts, heavy on the innuendos, and you slap his chest lightly.

“Something about my mouth, too,” he adds, moving only slightly as you lift your hand to swat him again. His fingers still rub against your scalp, suds forming and lifting into the air. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter into his neck, and his grin grows.

“Little Lipton thinks I’m cute,” he muses, but your smile falters as you pull away. He looks at you quizzically, sudsy hands dropping from your scalp.

“What is it?” 

You press your palm to his chest, putting space between you and taking a deep breath. 

“I’m not Little Lipton,” you sigh, drawing invisible circles into his skin.

“Or Speilberg.” You roll your eyes because as much as you hate or pretend to hate that nickname, a part of you feels a certain fondness for it. However small. 

“It’s (Y/N),” you swallowed, “I want you to call me by my name.” 

He nods but you don’t look at him, eyes focused on the constellation of freckles that dot his chest. The tattoo he let your brother do several years ago. 

Eddie pushes your chin up so you’ll look at him. At the sincerity that’s hidden beneath molten honey. 

“(Y/N),” he whispers, your name never sounding any sweeter, and presses a kiss to your lips.

“Eddie,” and he never realized that his name could ever sound saccharine on someone’s tongue. How it would be to hear it wrapped in affection. A hint of budding adoration. 

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, to the tip of your nose, before gently pushing your back into the water to rinse the shampoo from it. 

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[reasonsforhope]

"The New York City Council voted to ban most uses of solitary confinement in city jails Wednesday [December 20, 2023], passing the measure with enough votes to override a veto from Mayor Eric Adams.

The measure would ban the use of solitary confinement beyond four hours and during certain emergencies. That four hour period would be for "de-escalation" in situations where a detainee has caused someone else physical harm or risks doing so. The resolution would also require the city's jails to allow every person detained to spend at least 14 hours outside of their cells each day.

The bill, which had 38 co-sponsors, was passed 39 to 7. It will now go to the mayor, who can sign the bill or veto it within 30 days. If Mayor Adams vetoes the bill, it will get sent back to the council, which can override the veto with a vote from two-thirds of the members. The 39 votes for the bill today make up 76% of the 51-member council. At a press conference ahead of the vote today [December 20, 2023], Council speaker Adrienne Adams indicated the council would seek [a veto] override if necessary.

For his part, Mayor Adams has signaled he is indeed considering vetoing the bill...

The United Nations has said solitary confinement can amount to torture, and multiple studies suggest its use can have serious consequences on a person's physical and mental health, including an increased risk of PTSD, dying by suicide, and having high blood pressure.

One 2019 study found people who had spent time in solitary confinement in prison were more likely to die in the first year after their release than people who had not spent time in solitary confinement. They were especially likely to die from suicide, homicide and opioid overdose.

Black and Hispanic men have been found to be overrepresented among those placed in solitary confinement – as have gay, lesbian and bisexual people.

The resolution in New York comes amid scrutiny over deaths in the jail complex on Rikers Island. Last month, the federal government joined efforts to wrest control of the facility from the mayor, and give it to an outside authority.

In August 2021, 25-year-old Brandon Rodriguez died while in solitary confinement at Rikers. He had been in pre-trial detention at the jail for less than a week. His mother, Tamara Carter, says his death was ruled a suicide and that he was in a mental health crisis at the time of his confinement.

"I know for Brandon, he should have been put in the infirmary. He should have been seeing a psychiatrist. He should have been being watched," she said.

She says the passage of the bill feels like a form of justice for her.

"Brandon wasn't nothing. He was my son. He was an uncle. A brother. A grandson. And he's very, very missed," she told NPR. "I couldn't save my son. But if I joined this fight, maybe I could save somebody else's son." ...

New York City is not the first U.S. city to limit the use of solitary confinement in its jails, though it is the largest. In 2021, voters in Pennsylvania's Allegheny County, which includes Pittsburgh, passed a measure to restrict solitary confinement except in cases of lockdowns and emergencies. The sheriff in Illinois' Cook County, which includes Chicago, has said the Cook County jail – one of the country's largest – has also stopped using solitary confinement...

Naila Awan, the interim co-director of policy at the New York Civil Liberties Union, says that New York making this change could have larger influence across the country.

"As folks look at what New York has done, other larger jails that are not quite the size of Rikers will be able to say, 'If New York City is able to do this, then we too can implement similar programs here, that it's within our capacity and capabilities," Awan says. "And to the extent that we are able to get this implemented and folks see the success, I think we could see a real shift in the way that individuals are treated behind bars.""

-via NPR, December 20, 2023

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this song is so dodge mason coded... walk with me... let me present you with something...

when you'd first met dodge, you knew you wanted him as your first. your dad had hired him to help with some busy work around the church, and while dodge was neither particularly religious himself, nor interested in the way your father could turn anything into a sermon, he figured helping the man that was likely privy to everyone's thoughts and troubles could gain him some information.

what he had not anticipated was you coming up to him after a long day of getting the grassy yard beside the church set up for carp's easter breakfast.

what he had not anticipated was the way your legs kicked flowing white fabric forward, or how your fingertips felt over his as you handed him some water.

you could just tell, from the way his shirt hung from his shoulders and his adams apple bobbed, the way he thanked you in a voice full of distrust, that this was the boy for you.

he knew, vaguely, that you were the preacher's daughter. a little chaste, a bit more modest than most of the other girls your age. he'd once heard a guy make a joke in passing about getting 'struck down' being worth getting in your pants. and quite simply, that wasn't his speed. so he never thought much of you. until that afternoon.

now, dodge mason, who had been all but dubbed a recluse, was showing up for wednesday mass. who the fuck showed up for wednesday mass? dodge did. as long as he could sit next to you, letting you help lead him along during hymns, your fingertip drifting below the words long past the time he'd memorized them.

he even let you keep him after for a mini bible study each time, just the two of you discussing what had been on your mind regarding the book lately. he still didn't think he really believed in it all. but he liked the way you spoke about it, soft and kind and hopeful, a stark contrast to what he had experienced as religion in the south up until that point. until you.

so, yeah, when he asked your father for permission to take you out, you guessed you weren't too surprised. and you definitely didn't say no. he was respectful, always getting you back home on time, never going further than a few kisses and a hand on the waist or jaw. everyone else was a bit shocked, just to see the restraint. to see the way he'd soften his shell around you, letting you lean on him, talk to him all softly. even more shocked to see the way he'd do the same right back.

you supposed it didn't quite make sense. you'd known what he was like before, gruff and introverted, keeping to his family in terms of socialization. but then he took you home for the first time, and the moment you saw him with his mom and sister, it clicked. when he loved, he loved hard. and to introduce you to the most important people in his life? god, he must love you more than you ever could've guessed.

he didn't stay so restrained forever, easing you into longer kisses, then to makeouts, then to kisses on the neck and hands that wandered along your sides and arms. but they were never alone, always accompanied by an "is this okay?" or a "good?". and it always was.

once you were more comfortable, he became bolder, fingers slipping beneath fabric, tongue slipping between your lips and down your jaw. there were a few times you thought he might try and take it further, but it never turned to more than just heated makeouts. maybe he was trying not to scare you? you didn't know. but the way he groaned into your mouth before needing to cool off made you think when you finally did go all the way, it would be beyond passionate. borderline animalistic, you imagined. something you'd have to take your cross necklace off for.

but when you told him you were ready, the words dripping with implication, you could tell he was shocked. it wouldn't happen then. no, not when he hadn't prepared. not when he knew he couldn't give you all the time in the world.

and when it did, a week later, you never could've anticipated what it was. flickering candles sitting on his dresser and desk, fresh sheets, and flowers he'd handed you at the door. the faint smell of his cologne in the air, as if he'd sprayed some extra around the room earlier that day.

despite how long he'd waited, there wasn't even the smallest indication of a rush, not for the entire night. eagerness? yes. desire? most definitely. but through each and every step, dodge took as much time as he needed to treat you with the utmost care and consideration.

coming up behind you as you looked around his room, brushing soft kisses along the backs of your almost bare shoulders. gentle hands lifting the straps off of them, giving him full access to the typically-hidden expanses of skin.

he'd made sure the house would be empty for the weekend. he needed the time. needed to spend an hour just kissing you. just slowly uncovering every bit of you, not wanting to leave a single inch without reverent touch.

nothing had ever felt so right, regardless of what you may have been taught about premarital intimacy. "they have no idea what they're talking about", you thought as he held you, straddling his lap, stripped to your underwear, giggling softly as he kissed down past your cross necklace, the gold gleaming in the flickering candlelight. he laughed with you, his fingertips tracing deftly down your spine before slowly unhooking the clasp of your bra.

there was no way this could be wrong. there was no way this could be anything but holy, the way he looked in your eyes, the way he held you so carefully. this was goodness, this was God. what could be more sacred than this love?

you would both later describe it as a religious experience, in separate conversations, at separate times. that's exactly what it was. no need to take the necklace off. in fact, you couldn't imagine the experience without it. it belonged in that room, between the two of you.

it was in the way he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them off of you without ever breaking eye contact. it was in the way he kissed up your thighs, singing your praises, little whispers and breaths dancing across the tender flesh. this was his sacrament, getting his first taste of you, giving you your first taste of the rest of your life.

it was in the way he let himself come last, both literally and figuratively. it was in the way he let you look at him, hold him, observe him, before even thinking about spreading your legs again and settling between them. it was in the way he ran himself through your folds, making sure he was coated enough to not cause you even the slightest discomfort. it was in the way he held your hand next to your head, fingers interlaced, as he gently slipped in, asking how you were after every inch, making sure you were totally comfortable before letting a soft string of curses out through his lips.

and it was in the way he held you the whole time, made sure you knew how much he adored you every single second. there was no denying it anymore, if you ever could before.

every single minute of time he'd carved out for you, he spent worshipping you. even once he'd cleaned you up, even once the two of you had dressed again. until the second he had to drive you back home, he was holding you, kissing you, checking in on you, and loving you. making you feel as divine as the being that had brought the two of you together.

every single laugh, every single kiss, every single touch. that was what was holy.

[beautifulmakkaris]

If you're missing Lockwood and Co, don't despair! Here are some recommendations from fans of the show and books to help fill the void while we fight for season 2 - please share far and wide <3

All recs are from responses to this post, myself and things I've seen floating around the internet (ie, Goodreads suggestions/lists). Recs may be based on specific characters, ships, tropes, genres, worldbuilding or just general ~vibes.

Please make sure to check all content warnings before reading/watching any recommendations on this list.

Books (standalone)

Spellbound by F. T. Lukens

The Agency for Scandal by Laura Wood

The Dead Romantics by Ashley Poston

The Cheat Sheet by Sarah Adams

This May End Badly by Samantha Markum

Cemetery Boys by Aiden Thomas

The Ex Hex by Erin Sterling

A Sky Painted Gold by Laura Wood

The Hidden Dragon by Melissa Marr

Trouble by Lex Croucher

Books (series - *ongoing)

Shades of Magic by V. E. Schwab

Skulduggery Pleasant by Derek Landy

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson

The Locked Tomb by Tamsyn Muir*

Virals by Kathy Reichs

The Shades of London by Maureen Johnson

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Jackaby by William Ritter

Charlotte Holmes by Brittany Cavallaro

The Checquy Files by Daniel O'Malley

Alex Stern by Leigh Bardugo*

Stalking Jack the Ripper by Kerry Maniscalco

Scarlet by A. C. Gaughen

Renegades by Marissa Meyer

The Diviners by Libba Bray

City of Ghosts by Victoria Schwab

Percy Jackson & the Olympians by Rick Riordan

Mokee Joe by Peter J. Murray

Mortal Engines by Philip Reeve

Murder Most Unladylike by Robin Stevens*

Letters of Enchantment by Rebecca Ross*

The Left-Handed Booksellers of London by Garth Nix

Dreadwood by Jennifer Killick

The Empyrean by Rebecca Yarros*

The Bartimaeus Sequence by Jonathan Stroud

Ankh-Morpork City Watch (Discworld) by Terry Pratchett

The Mistborn Trilogy by Brandon Sanderson

Scarlett & Browne by Jonathan Stroud

His Dark Materials by Philip Pullman

Books (graphic novels)

Locke & Key by Joe Hill

Television series (*-ongoing)

School Spirits*

Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Shadow & Bone

Wednesday*

Stranger Things*

CW's Nancy Drew

Shadowhunters

Locke & Key

The Bastard Son and the Devil Himself

Spooksville

The Midnight Club

Teen Wolf

Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency

Grimm

Please feel free to keep sending recommendations my way and I'll update this list as often as I can! Also let me know if you enjoy anything you found from this list, I'd love to know if you found it helpful :)

[yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere]

so, alright, here are the movies/MEDIA that make me go *oh shit I'm so bi, omg bisexual panic*

so, alright, here are the MOVIES that make me go *oh shit I'm so bi, omg bisexual panic* (it can be very bi-vibes movies or simply movies that make me feel how very deeply i love being bi, or the ones i just enjoy rewatching-not necessarily with bi/queer representation!) : Red, White & Royal Blue 2023 , The Mummy 1999, The Little Mermaid 2023, The Little Mermaid 1989, Anne Of Green Gables 1985, Anne Of Green Gables:The Sequel 1987, Anne of Green Gables: The Continuing Story 2000, The Road to El Dorado 2000, Mulan 1998, The Cutting Edge 1992, Ten Inch Hero 2007, Rebel Without A Cause 1955, The Fallout 2021, Better Off Dead 1985, Anastasia 1997, Cinderella 2021, The Idea of You 2024, Rise Of The Guardians 2012, 10 Things I Hate About You 1999, Do Revenge 2022, Charlie’s Angels 2019, Bottoms 2023, Cadet Kelly 2002, Lemonade Mouth 2011, The Little Vampire 2017, John Tucker Must Die 2006, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies 2016, The Princess and The Frog 2009, The Addams Family 1991, Addams Family Values 1993, Treasure Planet 2002, Atlantis: The Lost Empire 2001, The Favourite 2018, Challengers 2024, Upgraded 2024, Fallen 2016, The Half Of It 2020, Feel The Beat 2020, My Old Ass 2024, Time Cut 2024,(+ will probably keep adding to this soon-ish)

+ edit TV SHOWS that my bi heart loves: One Tree Hill(OTH), Shadow and Bone, Roswell 90s(OG), White Collar, Reign, Mary & George, Heartstopper, Wild Cards, Living for the Dead, Warrior Nun, XO Kitty, Wednesday, Maxton Hall : The World Between Us (2024), Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous(JWCC) & Jurassic World Chaos Theory (JWCT) , Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Dawson's Creek, Vampire Academy 2022, Fallen 2024, Willow, Dickinson, Heartbreak High, Teen Titans, Legacies, TheAddamsFamily(1964-1966), Love Victor, Lockwood&Co, Queer As Folk, The L Word, Shadowhunters, Ginny & Georgia, Get Even (2020), Geek Girl (2024), Agatha All Along,

+ edit BOOKS/ BOOK SERIES that my bi heart absolutely LOVES:

Artemis Fowl Series by Eoin Colfer, Shatter Me Series by Tahereh Mafi, The Folk Of The Air Series by Holly Black, The Diviners Series by Libba Bray, The Devouring Gray Duology by C.L. Herman, GRISHAVERSE books (Six of Crows!!, Shadow and Bone, King of Scars-3 mini series) by Leigh Bardugo , This Woven Kingdom Series by Tahereh Mafi , Fallen Series by Lauren Kate, Elixir Series by Hilary Duff, The Cemetery Of Forgotten Books Series by C. R. Zafón, The Keys To The Kingdom Series by Garth Nix, Infinity Cycle Series by Adam Silvera, Anne Of Green Gables Series by L. M. Montgomery, Bloodlines Series & Vampire Academy Series by Richelle Mead, An Ember In The Ashes Series by Sabaa Tahir, The Selection Series by Kiera Cass + STANDALONES Lauren Kate-Unforgiven (standalone book in my opinion), Eoin Colfer- Airman, David Nicholls- One Day, Gayle Forman-Just One- Day & Year & Night (mini series), Vanessa Len-Only a Monster (mini series here too), Adam Silvera- History Is All You Left Me, Adam Silvera- They Both Die At The End , Adam Silvera- The First To Die At The End, Becky Albertalli-Imogen,Obviously, Mason Deaver- I Wish You All The Best(+short novella here!), Casey McQuiston-Red, White & Royal Blue, Casey McQuiston- The Pairing, Casey McQuiston-I Kissed Shara Wheeler, Casey McQuiston-One Last Stop, Aaron H Aceves-This Is Why They Hate Us, Wen-yi Lee- The Dark We Know, Mason Deaver-The Feeling Of Falling In Love, Sophie Gonzales-The Law Of Inertia, H.E.Edgmon-The Witch King & The Fae Keeper (duology!) , H.E.Edgmon-Godly Heathens & Merciless Saviors (mini series here!) , Carlos Ruiz Zafón- The Midnight Palace, Isabel Abedi- Whisper Haunted House, Francis Scott Fitzgerald- The Love Of Last Tycoon, Leo Tolstoy- Anna Karenina, S. E. Hinton- The Outsiders, Becky Albertalli & Adam Silvera-Here's to Us & What If It's Us (duology), Page Powars- The Borrow a Boyfriend Club,(will keep adding here probably!)

BOOKS TO LEARN MORE ABOUT BISEXUAL HISTORY & ACTIVISM:https://www.tumblr.com/ruimtetijd/686000390089621504/list-of-books-about-bi-history-and-activism-from

+ https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Q--nIkJu0OS0BgiyZmdKVwOVg1G90SFzWijNDWFTt58/edit#heading=h.wqkaxpi7o5je

+about THE MUSIC:

love you all, we need MORE bisexuality in media!!

+some links:

The Bisexual Flag, its meaning and history!:https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/762664140472008704?source=share + Lani Kaʻahumanu talking about how bisexuals have ALWAYS been around!:https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/762663819491328000?source=share

also i recommend this podcast ‘A Little Queer Podcast’ by two incredible bisexual people Capri Campeau and Ashley Whitfield. episode linked here, ‘Debunking Bisexual Myths and Stereotypes’ :https://open.spotify.com/episode/3wcP8HBIY0IyVxROjpZPNg?si=TIHDv-eFQi-mdsCS6zKzNA (all covered here for real!) +also check ‘A Bit Fruity Podcast’ by Matt Bernstein (very educating one!!)

THIS song (bi bi bi THIS IS OUR SONG!!) by Sub-Radio (the lead vocalist Adam Bradley is bisexual♥) :https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765512527066087424?source=share &https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765512891127480320?source=share + THIS BAND SINGING THE BLACK PARADE but make it ever more queer pride parade♥ :https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765565710891155456?source=share &https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765565917201612800?source=share (you’re scaring Ron you’re scaring Rooonn) + an awakening with HSM(?) :https://www.tumblr.com/yourartmatters-itswhatgotmehere/765565797378719744/mndvx-subradioband-happy-pride-yal-anyone?source=share

(+IMPORTANT) (Nov,2023)-A Bit Fruity Podcast (created by Matt Bernstein (gay American Jewish man) Ep with Moe Dabbagh, a gay Palestinian American with family currently in Gaza. ‘Queers for Palestine & The Power of Pinkwashing’. Palestine has been occupied for more than 76 years now, since 1948 year. This ep gives you a LOT of information, especially if you are one of the people who can’t see right through the propaganda; or the ones who go ‘well if you’re gay then go to Gaza and see how that goes for you’. Queer Liberation is a liberation of Palestinian people. We can’t have one without the other. Free Palestine. Free all the people that are not yet free. This is where we start!! Ep on youtube :https://youtu.be/Xsgdk-DDSXc on spotify :https://open.spotify.com/episode/62WOjKJYih6lhuisP8tmZH?si=soRArGs1QeWqEzEaiSVlUg on iheartcom:https://www.iheart.com/podcast/269-a-bit-fruity-with-matt-ber-117844074/episode/queer-palestinians-the-power-of-129612460/(keep learning & keep showing up!)

!!.http://alqaws.org/siteEn/index & https://queersinpalestine.noblogs.org/ + https://www.instagram.com/queersinpalestine/

[midwestmade29]

Cowboy Take Me Away 🧡

I'm bringing you guys some sweet heat with this story! A little fluffy smut if you will 😏 Hangman had me all in my feels after Dynamite on Wednesday. (Let's be honest, he has me in my feels even when he's not on live TV) I was team no sleep writing this...there was no way I could stop until I finished the entire thing.

This is Hangman's world and we just live in it ��

Word Count: 2.6k Divider by: Me 🙂

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This story is NSFW or minors.

Disclaimers: Nightmare/bad dream, thunderstorm, mentions of blood, mentions of being injured/pain, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Your cowboy helps comfort you after the bad dream you just had...

You found yourself in a moment in time that you wish you could forget. Somehow you were ringside watching your cowboy maneuver his way around the squared circle. He wasn’t alone inside the ring; his opponent was nothing more than a dark shadow countering every move Adam threw at them with ease. The shadow quickly struck him down, laughing in his face while Adam writhed in pain.

When he was able to get to his feet, the shadow punched him right in the stomach knocking all the wind out of him. The shadow’s attacks grew stronger and more powerful, leaving your beautiful cowboy a bloody mess in the center of the ring. Despite not being able to defend himself, the dark shadow never let up! He continuously kicked Adam until there was no air left in his lungs. Your heart was hammering against your chest listening to him cry out!

You tried to stand but it felt as if there was an invisible rope tied around you, holding you in place. You tried everything you could to try and get to your cowboy! Suddenly there was a bright flash, its essence distracting you. Where was it coming from? Could production be having issues? Surely no one was taking pictures of this horrendous moment! You turned your head, eyes searching all around for the light’s source when a rumble echoed through the arena. You blinked and somehow you were outside, lost in a sea of people. You pushed your way through the crowd, eventually finding an opening. Your eyes landed on Doc Sampson pushing a stretcher towards a dark tunnel. At first you couldn’t make out who was lying on the stretcher until you noticed the familiar, crimson-stained curls and cowboy boots on the person’s feet. It was your cowboy!

You called out to him, “Adam? Adam! Please, wait! Don’t go, I need you!” There was another bright flash followed by a louder boom than the first one. Everyone around you started to run in a panic, pushing you farther and farther away from Adam. No matter how much you begged and pleaded, the swarm of people rushing by only ignored you. Your voice fell upon deaf ears the more you cried out for your Adam.

It was as if he was slipping right through your fingers, leaving you behind. A final bright flash appeared, this time shining brighter than the previous ones. It blinded you, forcing you to recoil at the intense lumens it immitted. Your bones felt like they were rattling under your skin as the ground beneath you quaked when a vicious rumble rolled through, ultimately bringing you out of your deep slumber…

You jolted up in bed, your breathing accelerated, and your body covered in sweat from your dream. The room was dark except for a few flashes of lightning that shined through your opened bedroom windows. Adam was sleeping peacefully next to you, blissfully unaware of the storm that was rolling in. Every window in the house was open, but they needed to be closed as soon as possible in case of a downpour.

“Baby, wake up,” you whispered against the shell of his ear.

You gently shook him, earning a groan from your sleepy cowboy. You planted your feet on the floor and headed towards the bedroom door, calling back to Adam.

“There’s a storm rolling in and all the windows are open. If you can close the ones on this side of the house, I’ll take care of the rest.”

By the time you were done, it had started sprinkling outside. The sound of rain usually calmed you, but you were still on edge after your dream. You stopped in the kitchen for a drink of water before making your way back to your bedroom. Adam was sitting up leaning against the headboard looking at his phone, his voice making you jump when it interrupted the quiet.

“There’s a lot of red on the radar right now. Might get a good storm or two here soon if it doesn’t break up before getting to us. If there’s any warnings that come about, the weather radio should go off and I’ll turn the volume up on my phone too just in case.”

You thanked him for letting you know as you walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Your hands rested on each side of the sink and your head was bowed as you tried to shake yourself out of the funk you were in. Images from your dream flashed through your mind causing you to shiver when you remembered Adam lying motionless in the middle of the ring battered and bruised.

You splashed cold water on your face hoping it would somehow help rid yourself of the sound of your cowboy crying out in pain that played on repeat in your ears. You inhaled and slowly released a deep breath after drying your face and making your way back to bed.

Adam had turned on the lamp on his nightstand and as soon as the light reached your face, you knew you had been caught.

“Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart? Are you alright?” He asked tenderly.

You tried your best to keep your composure, but your voiced faltered when you lied through your teeth telling him that you were fine. Adam knew you better than you knew yourself, instantly seeing right through you.

He held his hand out to you, encouraging you to come over to him. You placed your hand in his and he gently tugged, signaling he wanted you to sit on his lap. Your leg swung over his thigh, allowing you to straddle him but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in his beautiful eyes.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Did something happen? Talk to me sweetheart,” he softly pleaded.

With his finger under your chin, he lifted your face until your eyes were level with his, and you immediately got lost in them. You leaned into his palm after he gently placed it on your cheek, willing yourself to dig deep and find the courage to tell him about your dream.

“If you’re worried about the storm, I think we’ll be okay. The animals in the barn will be fine too. If you want me to check on them-”

You shaking your head “no” made him stop midsentence. “Then what is it? Tell me,” He begged as worry covered his handsome features.

“I-I had a terrible dream. It was awful Adam!” your voiced cracked when you spoke his name.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, it was just a dream. I’m right here baby, everything’s okay! You’re safe and your dream is all over,” his hands cupped your face as he reassured you.

“It felt so real though! You were wrestling against some shadow figure that left you lying in the middle of the ring in a pool of your own blood. I tried to get to you and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t! Doc Sampson wheeled you away on a stretcher and I called out to you, but you didn’t hear me. It was like you slipped right through my fingers! The thunder ended up waking me,” you explained, which only left you feeling exasperated.

Adam pulled you closer to him, his strong arms wrapping themselves around your body and holding you tightly. His large hand rested on the back of your head, holding it in place as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. That sounds awful! You have to know that would never happen though. Shadow figure or not, you know I’d kick its ass long before it even had a chance to lay a finger on me,” his joke caused you to chuckle as you pulled your head back and looked at his face once more.

“That’s more like it!” he praised, his smile causing you to smile bigger.

“Thanks baby, I needed that. I know it wasn’t real, but it was the type of dream that lingers even after you’re awake. It just kind of shook me to my core seeing you like that and not being able to do anything about it. Sure, I’ve seen you in countless Texas Death Matches and I’ve cared for you after all of them. Just something about my dream almost felt worse, you know?” Your fingertips traced along one of Adam’s larger scars he had on his chest as your mind started drifting again.

He grabbed your hand softly, stopping it in its tracks before bringing your fingertips to his lips. He began kissing each pad as you watched, “Adam…” fell from your lips involuntarily when he peppered tender kisses on the inside of your wrist. The more skin his lips touched rekindled the embers deep inside of you that always burned for him.

Your eyes watched as his mouth left a small trail of wetness in its wake, sending a shiver down your spine when your dampened skin was met with the coolness of the night air. You sighed slightly when his lips pulled away, your eyes instantly darting to his plump lips letting him know exactly where your mind was at now.

“Do you want to talk about it more, sweetheart?” Adam murmured just mere inches away from your face.

You shook your head no, but he wasn’t satisfied with that response. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better,”

He brushed his nose ever so slightly up against yours, making you forget how to form words for a few seconds. He waited patiently for your answer, sighing with relief when you finally spoke.

“No, Adam. No more talking. Please, make me forget about what happened. Set me free from the thoughts that cloud my mind…”

Your hands snaked around to the back of Adam’s neck as the two of you looked deeply in each other’s eyes. The sexual tension was thick in the air, almost crackling with electricity. Adam closed the gap between you, his kiss laced with passion and full of want and need. You could see the flash of lightning through your closed eyes and jumped when the sound of the thunder roared.

“It’s alright sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Adam reassured you.

His length hardened underneath you as your hips rocked against it the more he kissed you. The roughness of his calloused hands on your delicate skin made you shiver when they slid underneath your nightgown. He effortlessly removed it, leaving your top half completely bare. Adam was only wearing his pajama bottoms and underwear, which still felt like too much clothing!

Your fingers slid under the waistband of his pants making little goosebumps appear all over him. He stopped your hand once again and purred into your ear.

“Not yet, angel. I want to take care of you right now,”

In one swift move, he scooped you in his arm and laid you down on the mattress. His body weight pressed you into the bed as he massaged your breasts with his hands. Your breathing accelerated when he whispered against your collarbone.

“You’re so God damn beautiful. My own little slice of Heaven,”

Adam started kissing a trail down your body, covering every square inch of skin he could with his tongue and lips. He whispered sweet nothings against it, the hum of his voice sending soundwaves right to your throbbing clit.

Every touch, every caress was intentional, perfectly placed on your body as your sweet cowboy descended in between your legs. With a smile on his face, he hooked his fingers under the lace of your panties and slid them down your legs until you were able to kick them off.

He spread your legs wide, opening you up fully to him before diving in and devouring your sweetness. Adam peered up at you as his tongue swirled and flicked against your little bundle of nerves, causing you to cry out his name, “Adam! Yes! Th-that feels s-so good!”

He knew you were on the brink of orgasming, quickly grabbing hold of your legs, pulling you even closer to his face. He was completely consumed by your sweetness, humming against it completely enchanted with the feeling of you unraveling on his tongue.

Your release ripped through you as you came, you swore you saw stars! With your legs still shaking, Adam kissed your inner thigh and stood up revealing his throbbing cock straining against his pajamas. You laid there trying to steady yourself as you watched his every move.

The rain outside had really started to come down, thunder could still be heard off in the distance. Lightning flashed, brightening the room, giving you the perfect view of your cowboy at the foot of the bed stroking his hard cock. Pre cum glistened on his tip, making his arousal even more evident. Adam crawled back on to the bed and positioned himself in between your legs again, the tip of his cock resting at your entrance.

His breathing was unsteady as he spoke quietly into the night.

“You are my dream come true Y/N. My world begins and ends with you. No matter how many dark shadows I have to fight off, I will always be by your side,”

The wind started to pick up outside, rustling the trees and blowing through your bedroom windows, making the sheer curtains adorning them drift in the air as if they were feathers. A clap of thunder immediately followed a stand of crackle lightning that shot off in multiple directions, causing your house to lose power. Now it was nothing but you, your cowboy, and the rainstorm.

Adam eased his way inside you, taking his time sliding in and out as your walls adjusted to his size.

“You’re so tight, angel. Y-you feel incredible,” he stammered as he was getting completely consumed by bliss.

The smell of the freshly fallen rain danced around the room and the sounds of your moans filled the quiet in between the rumbles of thunder. Each time the lightening gave Adam a glimpse of your face, he let you know just how beautiful you are.

“I love the way you look at me as I glide in and out of you. You’re the m-most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…”

Adam made slow, sweet love to you, savoring every moment. His blonde curls tickled your face when they fell around it every time he leaned down to kiss you. He continued his slow but meaningful thrusts leaving both of you panting and voices raspy.

Adam was nurturing your mind, body, and soul this way, making your bad dream nothing but a distant memory now. His length filled you to the hilt, hitting every spot inside you, leading the way for your body to find its release. You couldn’t help but cry out his name when you finally succumbed to him.

“Adam, ohhh my God…Adam!”

“I’m right there with you angel,” he moaned.

As you fell apart all over his cock, your juices intertwined with his as he orgasmed with you. Your bodies quaked and trembled against one another, the pleasure shooting through your veins like hot molten lava. Every nerve in your body came alive, pure ecstasy radiating from you as each new wave of pleasure crashed against you.

“S-so beautiful…” was all Adam could manage to say. He brushed the hair off your forehead that found itself stuck there due to the sweat that blanketed your entire body.

The storm outside calmed, just like the one that had gone through your mind earlier. Sleep overtook both of you as you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Your cowboy was your calm before and after every storm, always walking beside you and being your guiding light, leaving all shadows in the dark where they belong.

🧡

[praetoravila]

world building wednesday + noah!!

B A S I C S

full name: noah sawyer wright

gender: cis male

sexuality: gay

pronouns: he/him but he’s chill with any!

O T H E R S

family: arthur griffin (maternal uncle), mercedes griffin (maternal first cousin), sawyer wright-griffin (mother), adam wright (father)

birthplace: calabassas california

job: high school student + music producer in training at rocque records

phobias: clowns

guilty pleasures: manicures and staying up too late

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert:

organized/disorganized:

close minded/open-minded:

calm/anxious:

disagreeable/agreeable:

cautious/reckless:

patient/impatient:

outspoken/reserved:

leader/follower:

empathetic/unemphatic:

optimistic/pessimistic:

traditional/modern:

hard-working/lazy:

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: noah x carlos

ot3: noah x carlos x logan

brotp: noah & saylor or noah & katie

notp: noah x kendall or noah x james

[x-xerces-x]

GET TO KNOW ME!! 🫃

-My name is Erin

-Im pretty cool ig 😎 (Autism)

-Pronouns: She/Her 👅

-Sexuality: Aromantic/Asexual (I don't know the difference) + Straight

-Lowkey chill

-Australian

-Birthday: 10th July

-16 years on this godforsaken planet

-ISTJ Personality, Ennegram 5/6 5W4 (INTROVERTED + Closed off)

-Atheist but I fw whatever dude your praying to (don't force it on me)

OBSESSIONS

GENERAL: Chino Monero, Patrick Bateman (When my bf literally insane🤤) Megumi Fushiguro, Saiki K, Itadori Yuuji, Itafushi, SBR, Gyro Zeppeli, Johnny Joestar, Alien (THE MOVIE), Mandela Catalog, Flamingo (YT), Amy Lee, Guido Mista, CD's, Creme Brûlé, any perfume that has a musk scent (idk), gay people, Pulp Fiction, American Psycho, emos in anime w black hair and blue eyes that are likely to be a homosexual, rain, plantrs/flowers, silence, music, drawing, making lists (??), note taking, plushies, having a collection of objects, giving gifts, cats, learning about minor details in animes, Sanrio, quoting anime refs, Madagascar (Movie), Roblox + A lot of video games.

FOLLOW ME ON PINTREST NOW!!: https://au.pinterest.com/xxXercesxx/

GAMING: COD, Red Dead, Nun Massacre, Splatoon, Animal Crossing, Luigi's Mansion, Smash Bros, FNAF, DDLC, BATIM Resident Evil, Final Fantasy (CLOUD UGHH), Left4Dead, DBD, GOW, Zelda, Mario Odyssey, GTA, Fallout, Undertale, Phasmaphobia, Rainbow Six Seige

(I don't even play half this games I just have an addiction to watch streamers play it, but i would love to play them one day 🙁)

MUSIC: Deftones, Slipknot, Linkin Park, Fleshwater, Korn, Tyler the Creator, Type O Negative, Tv Girl, Kittie, Mitski, CAS, Gorillaz, Evanescence, Playboi Carti, Travis Scott, Limp Bizkit, Nirvana, MF DOOM, Kanye West, Ichiko Aoba, MCR, Godsmack, Crosses, Alice in Chains, Team Sleep, TOOL, Pantera, Meshuggah, Soulfly, Megadeth, RHCP, Dio, Audioslave, Metallica, Skindred, Sevendust, Avenged Sevenfold, Pearl Jam, Tupac, Ice Cube,

ANIME (and manga): JJK, JJBA (Golden Wind and SBR especially), Berserk, Monster, Perfect Blue, Ergo Proxy, Paprika, Death Note, Junji Ito Collection, MP100, Bleach, DS, CSM, Nana, DS, Artswitch, Kill La Kill, TBHK, Soul Eater, AOT, Mieruko-Chan, Skate Infinity, Oyasumi Pun Pun, Persona 5, OPM, COE, Horimiya, Pupariam Kakegurui, Danganronpa, GHIBLI MOVIES, Blue Lock, AOD, Blend S, Saiki K, Cowboy Beepbop, Akira, Code Geass, Blood C, Nijichou, Strangers by the Shore and more... (Fav genre: Shounen)

(I like a lot okay? 🙁 I'll take whatever recommendations)

WHAT I HATE

Avocado, Salmon, Oranges, cheesy isekai harem animes (I would rather die), MATH, US government system, bugs in general, emo music, thrash metal, perverts in shows, mirrors, people, hyper extroverted people, needles, hospitals, GWM UTE'S, TIGRIAS, people who show blatant disrespect, loud people (too loud), my dreams, MY HERO ACADEMIA, Taylor Swift or any mainstream pop artist fan (I always hate them), narcissists, JJK ending, texture oriented food, romance movies, porn, anything sexual, dry skin, chewing noises, white noise, Fanta or anything orange flavoured etc...(if you get to know me), Transphobia, Homophobia (sounds like jealousy to me), Wednesday Adams (live action), 'no I won't listen to Deftones' 😞, my laziness (you'll probably figure out more)

(Give recommendations on what to hate on)

KINNIE CHARACTERS

Megumi Fushiguro, Giyuu Tomioka, Jotaro Kujoh, Saiki Kusuo, Gyro Zeppeli, Teru Mikami, Aki Hayakawa, Hajime Hinata, Death the Kid

[blueopinions49]

Healthy/Unhealthy Type 5

Healthy Social 5

Milo Thatch (5w4 so/sp)- he rejects allot of the traditional notion about the E5 we usually see. He is open about his feelings and is extremely extroverted, always eager to share his knowledge . He is always able to express how he feels and live in the moment.

Barbara Gordon (5w6 so/sx)- Even at her lowest Barb is always capable of thinking of solutions. She's always there for the team and always open to helping others.

Dale Cooper (5w4 so/sx)- The most charismatic E5 in media. He was always up to learn about things and kept a very clear mind on what was going on in the moment. Always seemed to care about getting his facts right and was open to understanding others.

Unhealthy Social 5

Doctor Doom (5w4 so/sx)- I was very close to typing him as an SO3 but honestly after paying a bit more attention it's very clear he is an SO5. Dooms whole idea revolves around outsmarting Reed Richards and proving he is his superior drives him into obsession and isolation.

Beth Harmon (5w6 so/sp)- Her desire to be the best at chest drives her to obsession and as the series goes on we see her disintegrate towards 8 and eventually moving back to her normal self. In the end we see a Beth who has let go of her need of perfection in chest and just finds enjoyment in the sport.

Quan Chi (5w6 so/sp)- His desire for knowledge intertwines with his need for power and control. Eventually deciding to create and army of the undead and resurrect multiple people who have been long gone.

Healthy Self-preservation 5

Peter Parker TASM (5w6 sp/sx)- This version of Peter Parker is more focused on the look for knowledge and understanding. He is a bit less focused on the external world but rather his own personal understanding of his family. However he never rejected others and always stayed

Wednesday Adams (5w4 sp/so)- While she can be looked at as detached from others. In the second movie we see a Wednesday who clearly has her heart in the right place. She is caring and always looking for the vest for her family.

Ellie Chu (5w6 sp/so)- At the beginning of the film we see her reduce her self as much as possible trying to go by unnoticed. but as the movie goes on we see her become more open about her feelings and stop being afraid of creating connections with others.

Unhealthy Self-preservation 5

Donnie Darko (5w4 sp/so)-In the movie we see him spiral completely down and detach himself from others.

Walter White (5w6 sp/so)- Wanting to feel alive in the little time he has he decides to over indulge and let him self go. He disintegrates towards 8 a bit each season. In the end eventually loosing everyone.

Haymitch Avarnethay (5w6 sp/so)- Due to the effects the games had on him we see him make a slow move to 8. While he is Katniss mentor we see him improve himself and become more centered in reality.

Healthy Sexual 5

Simon Petrigrof (5w6 sx/sp)- In the beginning of F&C we meet back with him completely sad and focused on getting Betty back. He has comply withdrawn from others and grew to believe he didn't have ay value outside of getting with Betty. In the end of the show we see him make peace with Betty and moving on.

James (EOFW) (5w4 sx/sp)- He spent allot of time detached from others and due to this he believed he has APD. However when Alissa finds him they become close and form a bond that couldn't be broken. While their Journey has consequences they were able to come together to figure out in the end.

Alan Wake (5w4 sx/so)- While allot of his actions are morally dubious, his desire was always to share the stories he had to tell. And his love for Alice kept him sane in the dark place.

Unhealthy Sexual 5

Hannibal Lecter (5w4 sx/so)- His intense desire to have a relationship with Will Graham sends him spiraling down to the point of obsession.

Gendo Ikari (5w4 sx/so)- He completely withdraws from the world once he loses Yui and neglects Shinji in the process. He eventually tries to make the third impact happen in order to get over the core fear of enneagram 5.

Mother Miranda (5w6 sx/so)- She intended to substitute someone else's baby for her own...Yeah pretty self explanatory. Her desire to have that special bond with Eva takes her to dark places. Eventually neglecting her "children" this eventually causing all of them desiring her personal admiration and validation (dying for it too).

[graunblida]

medieval & fantasy starters   //   accepting  @woednesdayaddams​​ sent: ❛ here’s a copper for your thoughts. and a silver not to tell them. ❜    for the witcher verse maybe?

           she’s surprised to see another youthful face inside the tavern. the clientele is usually comprised of much older individuals, and those worn from war, labor or even from years in the sun. lexa’s CURIOSITY grows to the point it’s nearly impossible to avoid eye contact and at that point, the stranger approaches. wisps of smoke emerge from the bowl of her pipe, now set aside on the table. a brow is arched at the young woman’s words.  the warrior lets the coins pass between her fingers, studying the texture. “ is this your way of telling me to mind my business? ” there’s an inkling of a smirk on her face. she takes note of the girl’s neutral expression and how it doesn’t seem to waver. “ when you stick out like a sore thumb, you’re bound to turn heads. ” compared to the other patrons, the girl appears almost ghostly. just what is her story, exactly? 

[oblivions-dawn]

They're Fucked Your Honour

HELLO HELLO. 'Tis another Wednesday. For real this time. I was tagged by the always lovely @thequeenofthewinter and my victims this time are . . . @umbracirrus @yewphoric and. I'm blanking. FUCK. Well if you want to join in on the fun tag me so I can see all of your lovely words >:3c We're getting to a point where my girls are consistently finding amusement in each other and it's. Fantastic. ALSO Isran's back!! THAT'S RIGHT WE'RE BACK AT FORT DAWNGUARD!!!! It's like coming back home ;w; For how long, that's for me to know and you to find out c: Enjoy!!

“I thought I told you not to come back here without Agmaer.”

Vigdis crossed her arms and raised a brow. “You never said I couldn’t come back without him.”

Isran pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed deeply. They stood in the main rotunda, where several workers bustled about. It appeared that the Dawnguard finally had the funds—and the time—to create the image of a more proper fort. Many had brooms to sweep away the dirt and cobwebs, while others unpacked boxes, and more still replaced or mended the moulted banners.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t just throw you out right now,” the Dawnguard leader growled. Vigdis wordlessly fetched the report Agmaer had written and held it out to Isran. He quirked a dark brow as he cautiously took it from her freckled hand. “What is this?”

“The good reason,” Serana quipped smartly.

Vigdis pressed her lips together to disguise her smirk. Isran merely glowered in return, then unravelled the parchment. His silver eyes scanned the document for several long moments; his stoic expression gave nothing away. Finally, he huffed in exasperation and tucked the report away.

“I suppose it’ll have to do,” he grumbled. “Fine. You can stay—but only because he was so damn adamant about it.” His gaze narrowed subtly. “Guess it’s a good thing you’re back anyway. Florentius wouldn’t stop asking about you.”

“Where is he?” Serana asked.

“Upstairs.” Isran paused. Uncertainty flickered briefly over his face. “After you’re done, tell him to come find me. I need a word with him.”

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Final Venus flyby for NASA's Parker Solar Probe queues closest sun pass

On Wednesday, Nov. 6, 2024, NASA's Parker Solar Probe will complete its final Venus gravity assist maneuver, passing within 233 miles (376 km) of Venus's surface. The flyby will adjust Parker's trajectory into its final orbital configuration, bringing the spacecraft to within an unprecedented 3.86 million miles of the solar surface on Dec. 24, 2024. It will be the closest any human-made object has been to the sun.

Parker's Venus flybys have become boons for new Venus science, thanks to a chance discovery from its Wide-Field Imager for Parker Solar Probe, or WISPR. The instrument peers out from Parker and away from the sun to see fine details in the solar wind.

But on July 11, 2020, during Parker's third Venus flyby, scientists turned WISPR toward Venus in hopes of tracking changes in the planet's thick cloud cover. The images revealed a surprise: A portion of WISPR's data, which captures visible and near infrared light, seemed to see all the way through the clouds to the Venusian surface below.

"The WISPR cameras can see through the clouds to the surface of Venus, which glows in the near-infrared because it's so hot," said Noam Izenberg, a space scientist at the Johns Hopkins Applied Physics Laboratory in Laurel, Maryland.

Venus, sizzling at approximately 869 degrees Fahrenheit (about 465 C), was radiating through the clouds.

The WISPR images from the 2020 flyby, as well as the next flyby in 2021, revealed Venus's surface in a new light. But they also raised puzzling questions, and scientists have devised the Nov. 6 flyby to help answer them.

The Venus images correspond well with data from the Magellan spacecraft, showing dark and light patterns that line up with surface regions Magellan captured when it mapped Venus's surface using radar from 1990 to 1994. Yet some parts of the WISPR images appear brighter than expected, hinting at extra information captured by WISPR's data. Is WISPR picking up on chemical differences on the surface, where the ground is made of different material? Perhaps it's seeing variations in age, where more recent lava flows added a fresh coat to the Venusian surface.

"Because it flies over a number of similar and different landforms than the previous Venus flybys, the Nov. 6 flyby will give us more context to evaluate whether WISPR can help us distinguish physical or even chemical properties of Venus's surface," Izenberg said.

After the Nov. 6 flyby, Parker will be on course to swoop within 3.8 million miles of the solar surface, the final objective of the historic mission first conceived over 65 years ago. No human-made object has ever passed this close to a star, so Parker's data will be charting as-yet uncharted territory. In this hyper-close regime, Parker will cut through plumes of plasma still connected to the sun. It is close enough to pass inside a solar eruption, like a surfer diving under a crashing ocean wave.

"This is a major engineering accomplishment," said Adam Szabo, project scientist for Parker Solar Probe at NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland.

The closest approach to the sun, or perihelion, will occur on Dec. 24, 2024, during which mission control will be out of contact with the spacecraft. Parker will send a beacon tone on Dec. 27, 2024, to confirm its success and the spacecraft's health. Parker will remain in this orbit for the remainder of its mission, completing two more perihelia at the same distance.

IMAGE: Left: A series of WISPR images of the nightside of Venus from Parker Solar Probe’s fourth flyby showing near infrared emissions from the surface. In these images, lighter shades represent warmer temperatures and darker shades represent cooler. Right: A combined mosaic of radar images of Venus’ surface from NASA’s Magellan mission, where the brightness indicates radar properties from smooth (dark) to rough (light), and the colors indicate elevation from low (blue) to high (red). Credit: NASA/APL/NRL (left), Magellan Team/JPL/USGS (right)

[mysteriesmuse]

The Pas De Deux Cobbler A/N: Just rewatched Barbie and the 12 Dancing princesses and oh my goodness so hilarious, but like the love interest was perfect. Barbie told him to do something and he understood the assignment and delivered thus, assisting in saving the king. Anyway there’s one single character that would fit this role of royal cobbler so well!

————— The Kingdom of Aires was pleasant, always jubilant and filled with all kinds of exciting festivities to bring the townspeople together all throughout the year - and 12 royal birthdays definitely made for the most exciting of kingdom celebrations. You were 1 of the 12 Princesses of Aires and most of your days were spend roaming about the castle grounds with your sisters, all of you spending hours enjoying the art of dance just as your mother did before she passed. And in order to dance you’d have to commission special dancing shoes from the royal cobbler: Izuku Midoriya. Izuku Midoriya was a strapping young man - built like the finest warrior and had the same analytical mind to compliment his physique. Those emerald green eyes always turning gears behind those thick green eyebrows- the little wrinkle between them as he voiced everything out loud. And in your opionion he could have joined the Aires Army, your father always offering him a position when he’d come stop round the castle for work. Except that Midoriya always declined those hands scarred from years of learning his trade humbly declining. He was a delight around the castle, employing great use of his lopsided dimples and boyish charm to help wrangle your sisters into rapt attention for their shoe fittings.

His family had lived in Aires and had worked for your family ever since the early days of the kingdom; and he’d always arrived the first Wednesday of the month to come do proper fittings for you and all your sisters. Toting a giant oaken chest in his well-built arms always rolling a freckled shoulder clad in a thin chemise dress shirt and his green tailored jacket - buttoned up to the top, just under his thick neck and adam’s apple. The ruffled collar of his always revealing a surprising bloom of a ravishing pink blush dusting across the apples of his cheeks and searing against the back of his neck whenever he kneeled to do your fitting.

Izuku always placed your bare foot against the top of his muscular thigh and you’d shove your palms underneath your dress so as to not squirm at the warm contact seeping into your skin. You’d stare at his head of wild green curls as he’d undo the knot of silky ribbons with his big hands - with the utmost care - and he’d take that same utmost care when he’d take your foot in hand. Gently holding your heel in his palm, his index finger pressed against the taught muscle of your achilles heel, as his calloused fingertips brushed over the top of your foot, sliding the shoe on. And despite your protests of being able to lace up your own dance slippers he’d simply deny with that boyish grin and wrap them around your ankle with the perfect amount of slack.

And then he’d languidly move onto the second shoe making idle chatter about the village as you stared down your nose and bit your lip. Until he’s finish and stand to his full towering height and offer you a warm hand. And you’d shift your buttocks and pull out your clammy hand from underneath your helping of skirts and take his hand - grabbing onto his forearm like a banister before testing them out. One hand curled against your bodice while you relevéd and passéd in place. Izuku’s attention never leaving your ankles of the gorgeous set of f/c slippers he made you. Always adorned with a special silken flower that’d he’d have to have gained from the local taylor. Each and every design of embroidery or embedded jewels as intricate as they’d come by any cobbler in all the kingdoms and he’d do it to shoes that’s you’d wear out like no other.

You’re sure Izuku Midoriya would be feed up with you by now, if it wasn’t for the way he’d look up and lock eyes with you after it all. His strong square jaw chinning at your slipper clad feet and the lovely tiled floor before offering his other hand asking. “Care to have a partner and give them a proper test, Princess?” And of course you had no other option but to oblige taking his hand and dancing with the worlds secret-best pas de deux partner and most handsome cobbler.

[whatname0523]

Will there be a family Halloween costume or is PJ doing her own thing now?

They’re definitely doing a family costume again! PJ’s favorite reason for having brothers is the annual Halloween possibilities ☺️

They’re gonna be a variation of the Adams Family this year because Peyton wants to be Wednesday since she loved that show.

PJ as Wednesday, E-man as Pugsley, Gavi as Uncle Fester, and they’re trying to figure out how to make baby Gavi into Cousin Itt.

C and T are going to play along too. They’re still brainstorming.