#historical:2000s

[idyllcy]

Dreaming of College Roommate!Leon

college roommate!Leon who dorms with you because the two of you happened to have selected to be okay with co-ed dorming and the university wanted to test it out

college roommate!Leon who tries his best to stick to his own, polite nods sent in your direction as you send the same back, nodding back when you give him a little wave when you get home

college roommate!Leon who catches a glance at the upper skin of your thighs when you tiptoe to reach for something, flushing red immediately as he snaps his neck to turn the other way, trying his best to stay respectful of the shared space. He'd hate to ruin it for you

college roommate!Leon who is forced to pick you up at the strike of two because you got hammered at a party — stealing you away from whatever fratboy was about to get his hands on you

college roommate!Leon who would rather die than admit that the warmth of your skin and breath was enough to have him lose his mind and flush red

college roommate!Leon who holds both of your wrists with a hand as you reach to pull him in, certain that you should be sober to do anything with him even if you were muttering about how much you needed him

college roommate!Leon who receives his thanks from you rather... kindly.

"Can't believe you're letting me... do this." Leon whispers, hand spreading over the small of your back as he pushes into you, breath caught in his throat as he sinks into you, heart racing in his ears as you exhale with him.

"Mm... least I can do to thank... you." You mumble, voice coming out muffled from the pillow you've decided to cling to. "As long as you don't tell the RA."

"Oh, of course not." He mutters, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you flutter around him. "You just feel... so... good."

"Good." You mumble, lips parted as you shift slightly to get used to the feeling of him inside of you. You wonder if he knows just how full he's making you feel, the sensation resting at the tip of your throat as you catch your breath. "Go ahead. Go ahead."

Leon starts slow, hand on your back forcing you to arch further, string of curses slipping past your lips as he eventually drunkens himself with the feeling of you around him, hips snapping to meet yours quicker and quicker, desperation reeking off of him as his fingers slide down the skin of your pelvis to brush at your clit. Theat earns him a reaction from you as you tighten around him, gasping as your body shakes from the intensity of the orgasm, Leon following shortly after.

"You think they'll separate rooms for us now?" You grin at him coyly as he forces his eyes away from your back to meet yours.

"God, I hope not." He mumbles. "Even then, they couldn't stop me if I tried."

"Wow, Leon. You're not even going to ask me out? How cruel of you."

He lifts you by the hips, turning you around as you yelp, pressing his forehead to yours as his brows furrow.

"I was getting there."

"They're going to ban co-ed dorming because of us, just watch."

"Then it can be our little secret." He mumbles, lips pressed to yours as you lean back to get comfortable. "Would you like to get breakfast?"

"At the dining hall?" You raise a brow, lip quirked up in amusement.

"Unless you'd like something better?"

You pretend to think, running your hand through his hair, giving it a gentle tug as he tilts his head to blink at you.

"Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely." You hum. "Sweet boy."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." You pinch his cheek. "Mine?"

"Mine." He mumbles back, sighing as he rests his head in your collar.

His.

[thetorchwoodarchive]

Ianto Knows Best by Siberianskys (JackIanto | Complete | 200 | M)

Prompt: Curse

[blankfaerie]

[woodlandkisses]

Jean Paul Gaultier spring/summer 2007

[pixelnrd]

Mackenzie ('Mac') (they/them), heir to the 2010s.

[vermutandherring]

It was kina hard to catch Joaquin Phoenix' beauty and my Sim-version isn't the exact copy. But I like how it came out anyway 🤔

CC credits:

• Quadriga: Chariot | Carriage Set | Leg Accessories | Boar Bridle • Commodus: Armor | Laurel wreath | Cape 1 | Cape 2 | • Details: Rose decor | Garaland | Flying Petals | Lying Petals | Wall Torch | • Architectural elements by TheJim07 x Felixandresims x AnnaDeDanann&Stereo-91

[alwaysbewoke]

and they're at it AGAIN!!!

[crinolinecuriousity]

Christian Dior Spring Couture | 2009

[radicalcoffeeclub]

Any other europeans so tired again this pride month because of how much social justice stuff is just taken from america and brought to us but it all happens like five years slower than in america so you're just forced to watch the trainwreck you've followed online to happen in your country too in slow motion and all the usamerican social media discourse and the false claims it brings such as "pride started at stonewall" and foreign terms like "queer" be uncritically applied to the discourse in your country even though the historical and cultural context is completely different

[thetorchwoodarchive]

An Easier Way by Badly_Knitted (JackIanto | Complete | 1014 | G)

Maybe moving house doesn’t have to be quite as complicated as Ianto is making it sound.

[doublebilled]

Lady Snowblood (1973) dir. Toshiya Fujita

Sympathy for Lady Vengeance (2005) dir. Park Chan-wook

[pixelnrd]

The wedding day arrived. Jasmine dressed and readied herself with her bridal party. The dress was beautiful, everything was perfect.

Except Jasmine couldn't shake the doubts which had crept into her head and taken up residence ever since she had seen that positive test. Though she had wished it away, it was not to be, and she had kept her secret throughout the weeks of preparations hoping nobody would notice. But as long as she kept her secret, the more she began to worry about what the future would look like for herself and her little bean. What kind of future she would be creating for them when she said I Do in the church that day.

Ginger had noticed her sister's demeanour. She had thought something was off about Jasmine ever since they had arrived. And in the final moments before they departed for the church, she approached her to ask if she was still having doubts.

Jasmine came clean to her sister. She let her secret out for the first time, and with it all of her fears and doubts.

'Jas, you don't have to go through with this,' said Ginger. 'I know it's everything you could have ever dreamed, your perfect fairytale, but I mean... this life will come with a cost. You'll have to do everything right, or at least be seen to. You won't have the kind of control you would want to have over your child's upbringing. Heck you won't have control over your own life.'

'I know,' sobbed Jasmine. 'And I don't know if that outweighs the benefits that they could have otherwise... in a life like this.'

'It's your choice,' said Ginger gently, hugging her sister. 'I'll have your back no matter what you want to do.'

Despite her wobbles, they made it to the church. The old cathedral was filled with their family and friends. Jasmine's parents and siblings were there, and as she walked down the aisle and saw their smiling faces she felt better. She could do this. And there was Andrew. He would take care of her. Take care of them both.

But as the proceedings started and Andrew took her hands in his, Jasmine realised in fact she could not. She couldn't do it. Her gut was screaming no and there was nothing else for it.

Leaving Andrew confused and flustered at the alter, Jasmine ran back down the aisle, past the gasps and shocked faces and out into the winter sunshine.

[skitskatdacat63]

I am going to cry, thanks very much!

[erotetica]

Akasha, still mortal. Designing her was challenging given the lack of extant reference, but this is what I came up with:

Apparently she was turned in 4000 bce, so I based my research in the Uruk Period of Mesopotamia (which was named for the Sumerian city of Uruk, now Iraq, where Rice said Akasha is from). In 4000, Kaunakes we’re not yet in style for Sumerians, instead wearing more straight-fitting kilts/net-dresses. I believe those also conformed to the rule of higher status =ankle length, lower class = knee length, so that’s what I did

On the fabric color—I read a paper that posited the ‘net’ of the net dress shown on the cylinder seal linked above/attached below, was actually a dyed pattern. The cylinder seal is dated @ ~3000 bce, BUT there is evidence of ochre-dyed cloth from Çatalhöyük, in Anatolia, from at least 5700 bce, so I think fabric dyeing in a less complicated pattern sounds feasible for 4000 bce.

Given 4000 was also the Chalcolithic Age/Copper Age in Mesopotamia, I wanted to include something copper. While I couldn’t find extant copper jewelry-jewelry, I did find these pins, and iirc Sumerian wrap-clothing was held with pins anyway

Re: necklaces, Akasha’s is based on this one.

I went with Iraqi-Lebanese actress Zahraa Ghandour as (partial) facial reference

Some assorted refs I don’t think are included in the links:

[oncanvas]

July 4th 1876 (On the Shore), Hernan Bas, 2007

Acrylic, oil and gouache on linen mounted on panel 20 x 16 in. (50.8 x 40.6 cm)

[horror-aesthete]

Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, 2007, dir. Tim Burton