#jack messina

[screenshothaven]

Manifest (Season 2)

[milliondollarbaby87]

Mainfest (Season 1-4) Review

When a flight from Jamaica to New York City is overbooked passengers are offered the chance to go on a later flight for compensation. However, flight 828 on landing has been missing for five and a half years! But those on board it was only the flight time of a few hours. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Season 1 – 16 episodesSeason 2 – 13 episodesSeason 3 – 13 episodes Season 4 – 20 episodes *THIS POST CONTAINS…

[leaveharmony]

[rock--band]

Steven Tyler, Joe Perry, Joey Kramer, Brad Whitford, Tom Hamilton, Rick Dufay, Ray Tabano, Jimmy Crespo, Dick Wagner, Michael Brecker, Randy Brecker, Jon Pearson, Stan Bronstein, Jay Messina, Mike Mainieri, Paul Prestopino, Jack Douglas ...

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[creativedifferencespodcast]

Dallas is the only one who made it to the theater this weekend, so he’s got solo reviews for The Super Mario Bros. Movie and Air for y’all. With Star Wars celebration, Demi’s got a news section to call her own, and Gaby’s here for the vibes! Neither movies, news, nor vibes could get Colin on mic, but he’s here in spirit! Take a listen as we chat about video games, shoe deals, and everyone’s favorite space opera!

You can also find us on Spotify and Apple Podcasts!

[mitjalovse]

Some strong musical partnerships appear to be developed than anything else as their introductions did not really show all the potentials that were eventually achieved much later on. I guess no one really assumed both David Briggs and Neil Young would've made a great partnership after Young's eponymous debut. You see, the latter continues to be seen as Bowie's debut, i.e. there are some inkling of what he became later on, yet you have to squint to find them. Then again, he just needed more time. Remember, he abandoned Buffalo Springfield and he probably felt a bit lost at the time. Still, some traces of his consequent personas could've been noticed, which might be the reason he kept calling Mr. Briggs, Young needed him to augment them.

[bequia3]

We Must Risk Delight

I read a lot, usually two or three books at a time. I’m now reading the Collected Poems of Jack Gilbert, The Phone Booth at the Edge of the World by Laura Imai Messina, and The Story of a Happy Marriage by Ann Patchett. I’m also rereading Rules of Civility by Amor Towles for book club. Prompted by the poetry of Jack Gilbert, I am finding much needed messages in each book. Our world is in turmoil.…

[ghostofaboy]

Finally and Final

Pairing: Javier Peña/Steve Murphy Rating: Explicit. Serious over 18s only Word count: 2444

Warnings: Hand job, period typical homophobia, infidelity

Summary: At first, Javi believes Steve is angry with him, but it turns out it's something else entirely.

Note: This has not been beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes. My first time writing Stavier, but I fucking love them as a pairing. This was a request from Anonymous as part of my 100 Follower Celebration.

It was clear Steve was still mad at him. Only the week before, he'd shoved Javi up against the wall in the embassy, hissing accusations in his face before storming off. Javi hadn’t done what Steve accused him of, of course he hadn’t, but he did need Steve to be onboard with what came next in the fight with Escobar. 

But in that moment, instead of defending himself, all Javi had been able to think about was Steve's breath on his face, how warm his hands were and how hard Steve had made him. Heading home, Javi had jacked off to the thought in the shower, covering the tiles in his come before climbing into bed and pushing the deviant thoughts of his partner out of his mind.

Now Escobar was out of his bullshit prison and the hunt was back on, that should have been good news. Except, Steve’s wife Connie had also returned to Miami, leaving Steve a drunken mess. He’d been damn lucky Messina hadn’t sent him home then and there. Javi had vouched for him, explained the situation, and that seemed to be good enough for their new boss. Javi had thought it would also be good enough to win Steven over. But apparently not.

Now Steve was glaring at him as they went over tedious reports filled with nothing that was remotely helpful to their goals for finding Escobar once more. As he looked up from his desk, Javi could see those blue eyes were analyzing him, watching his every movement, taking in every detail.

“What?” Javi finally snapped, prompting a smirk from Steve. “You’ve been staring at me all fucking day.”

“No law against it.” Steve’s drawl sounded thicker than usual and as he glanced to the other agent’s left, Javi spotted an empty whiskey glass sitting on Steve’s desk.

“Damn it Murphy.” Javi ran a hand down his face, dropping his voice to a whisper. “You’re drunk? Here? Are you serious?”

“I’m not fuckin’ drunk.” Steve scowled.

“Then quit fucking staring at me.” Javi frowned. “Or else people’ll think you’re sweet on me.”

It had been a throwaway line. A joke meant to break the tension. Something that Javi had said to Steve a thousand times before and gotten a “fuck you” or a laugh from. But as the words left his mouth, Javi watched in fascination as Steve’s face flushed, his eyes trained on Javi’s lips and a flicker of embarrassment danced across his handsome face.

“Fuck this.” Steve muttered, pushing himself up from his desk abruptly and striding out of the office space. “I need a break.”

Javi just sat there watching Steve’s ass as he left, the realization of the moment hitting him and twisting inside him uncomfortably. Sure, he’d been lusting after Steve since the blond had landed in Bogotá, but Steve was married. And up until very recently happily married. Lusting after someone he knew he couldn’t have was one thing, Javi was used to it whenever he met a handsome man. But the slither of possibility that Steve’s eyes had offered him just then was something Javi hadn’t had to deal with before, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

#####

Steve hadn’t returned to his desk by the time the sky went dark outside and the men of the Search Bloc were chatting about calling it a day. Glancing around as they filled out, Javi knew he had to go find Steve, but quietly without drawing attention. Grabbing his gun, jacket and pack of cigarettes, Javi set out to start checking all the places the blond could have slipped off to.

It had taken a surprisingly short amount of time to find Steve. After checking the cafeteria, bunks and bathrooms, Javi had remembered something Steve had said about an unsecured outbuilding on the every edge of the school grounds where Search Bloc, and themselves, were now based. It was filled with old boxes of files, the original contents of which were far too water damaged to make sense of. Whatever it had originally been used for, Javi had no idea, but as he quietly made his way over to the boarded up structure, sure enough there was a small light inside.

Sitting on a chair that looked like it was a stiff breeze away from collapsing was Steve, thumbing through a very beat up looking magazine. At his feet an old lantern was giving off a soft warm glow, although how wise it was to have that in a room filled with paper, Javi wasn’t sure. Approaching the slightly ajar door, Javi coughed lightly, prompting Steve to quickly roll up the magazine and raise his head to meet his partner’s gaze before dropping it back down slowly.

“What are you doing out here, Murphy?” Javi slipped inside before leaning against the door frame. The whole room smelt of damp, musty paper and sweat.

“Just thinkin’.” Steve offered a lopsided smile, still not meeting Javi’s eyes. “You were lookin’ for me?”

“Course I was.” Javi took a step forward to crouch in front of Steve, trying to get him to look at Javi. “Was worried about you.”

“Yeah?” Steve let out a mirthless laugh. “I’m ok. I just needed…” Steve trailed off, shrugging and running his thumb over the worn magazine.

“Look, about before-”

“Forget it.” Steve shook his head. “Look, get outta here, man. You’ve got better things to do than babysit my sorry ass.”

“True.” Javi gave a small laugh. “But I don’t want to just leave you here like… this. You wanna go grab a drink?”

Steve just shook his head. “Not really in a social mood.”

“Fair enough.” Javi nodded, letting silence fill the space. Not moving from his position in front of Steve, Javi found his eyes being drawn to the rolled up magazine that the other man was still clutching. 

Steve had rolled it up as soon as Javi had come in, not letting the other man get a look at what it was. Small pieces of the faded cover peeked out from between Steve’s fingers, and Javi knew immediately what kind of magazine it was. He had plenty of them at home and the more he looked, the more skin he could see, then a nipple. Yeah, he had plenty of these at his apartment.

Looking over Steve slyly, Javi started to take in the details he’d missed when he’d first entered the small building. Steve’s flushed cheeks, the crumpled up pieces of paper he’d used to clean up with, and the most obvious, the not quite zipped up fly of his jeans.

“You, er, you want me to leave you for some more quality alone time?” Javi chuckled, motioning to the magazine in Steve’s hand, watching as the other man’s face grew redder.

“It’s not like that.” Steve’s eyes shot up. “I mean, I just found it and-”

“Hey, I’m not judging.” Javi held his hands up in mock surrender. “You know how many of those I’ve got at my place? Which one is it, maybe I’ve got it?”

Steve didn’t answer, his hands curling tighter around the magazine, as his eyes studied Javi’s face. At first, Javi was confused. Sure, Steve was married, but every guy jacks off, right? So what if he’d found a dirty magazine and spanked one out. But then, achingly slowly, it started to dawn on Javi why Steve was reacting like this. The beads of sweat on his temple, his large dark pupils as he watched Javi lick his bottom lip, the twitch under his jeans that not even the thick denim could hide.

“Like I said,” Javi swallowed hard, locking eyes with Steve, “maybe I’ve got that one.”

Steve nodded, understanding Javi’s meaning, and slowly loosened his grip on the magazine. Gradually, it unfurled in Steve’s trembling hand, letting Javi get a better glimpse at the oiled up ass cheeks on the man on the cover. Huh, he did have that one at home, Javi thought as he pushed down an amused chuckle. 

“You got a favorite in there?” Javi growled out, locking his eyes with Steve’s again as he reached for the zipper of the other man’s jeans. “I like the one near the end. The one dressed like a cowboy.” Tugging the denim open, Javi carefully pulled out Steve’s hardening cock. “I like his ass. You?”

“Yeah.” Steven nodded, licking his lips and shifting his hips to help Javi free his dick. “Yeah, he’s… he’s hot. Nice thick… fuck… nice cock.”

“Yeah.” Javi began to slowly pump Steve, pulling a gasp from the blond. “You know, I used to watch the guys my dad would hire. There was one, when I was about 16, he’d get changed in the barn. He knew I watched.”

“You ever… fuck… you ever do anythin’ with him?” Steve moaned out, bucking his hip slightly as Javi stroked his cock steadily. 

“First cock I ever sucked.” Javi chuckled, reaching out with his other hand to clumsily free his own trapped erection. “You ever done anything like this before?”

“No.” Steve’s voice was little more than a whisper as his eyes drifted down to Javi’s thick cock. “Fuck, can we… I mean… shit…”

“Not here.” Javi continued to pump both cocks, gently thumbing over Steve’s head to collect the precum that was beginning to flow. “But another time, somewhere more private. Sure. We can have some fun.”

“Fuck.” A small smile creeped across Steve’s lips as he let his head drop back, exposing his neck, while Javi began to pick up the pace.

The strokes had been slow at first as Javi tested how much Steve would let him do. So each stroke had been tender and leisurely, his fingers sliding down Steve’s shaft pulling quiet gasps and moans from the other man. But now Javi needed to come, he needed to watch Steve come. The spell might break any second, someone could come find them, anything could happen that could mean this might be the only chance Javi got. 

Javi’s pumps became more rhythmic, quicker, as he stroked himself and Steve in time. Another time, if he got another shot at this, he’d want to bring their erections together, to touch them, and let the friction of the other's shaft add to the heat. But for now Javi settled for this as his skin prickled with arousal. The coiling tension inside him building with each motion as his whole body throbbed with need.

Steve’s eyes were fixed on Javi’s hands, watching as his thick fingers skirted over hot flesh and pulsing veins coated in their own arousal. His plush lips were slightly parted, flushed as pink as his cheeks, and Javi longed to plunder Steve’s mouth. The only thing stopping him was the thought that actually might be too intimate just yet. A hand job was one thing, a kiss was another. An act more sensual than sexual. Javi didn’t want to rush Steve, he wanted to savor everything he could get.

They were both breathing heavier now, the burning fire inside them desperate to explode, so Javi increased the pace again. It was time for them to finish. And so Javi began to quicken his hand until the stroke turned into frenzied jerks that had Steve clasping a hand over his mouth and Javi biting down on his bottom lip. If anyone were to come in now, he wouldn’t be able to stop, wouldn’t be able to hide what they were doing together. So Javi pushed on, frantically pulling him and Steve to the edge.

Steve came first with a muffled cry. The thick white ropes flying from his cock, coating Javi’s hand and hitting his forearm. The hot release cooling on his skin as Steve trembled in his seat. Javi had only just let go of Steve’s dick and let himself fall back slightly to give the other man a good view before he too came. Letting his head drop back, Javi pinched his eyes shut and growled out a curse as he painted the floor of the room with his seed. 

For a moment, the world melted away as Javi allowed himself to dissolve into the pleasure of the moment. His thighs shook as his whole body vibrated with his orgasm, and all Javi could do was ride the brief high. Finally, as it ebbed away, Javi opened his eyes to find Steve slumped in the chair gazing at him.

“Fuck.” Javi panted out, looking around the space for something to clean himself up with. Grabbing some crumpled paper and roughly wiping his arm and hands, Javi turned back to Steve.

The other man seemed in a daze, watching Javi without really seeing, his soft cock still hanging from his open jeans. Tucking himself away, Javi watched as Steve seemed to slowly come back to reality once Javi’s dick was out of view. In a flash, Steve redressed and ran a shaking hand down his flushed, glistening face.

“I… um… shit.” Steve frowned up at Javi. 

Opening his mouth to answer, Javi jumped as voices began to drift in through the still ajar door. The two voices, both speaking Spanish, were still a way off, but the effect on Steve was immediate. Leaping up out of the chair, Steve rushed over to the door and peered out.

“Relax.” Javi tried to soothe him, taking in the scene in the area. Come spattered the floor, alongside gay porn, and the scent of sex hung in the air. “Come on, as soon as they pass we’ll leave. Get somewhere more… well… more private.”

Still staring out the door, Steve just nodded. Then after a few moments waved Javi over for the two of them to leave. Walking briskly across the campus, Javi could see Search Bloc officers jogging in the distance, others were walking and chatting while he and Steve made a beeline for the bunk room and straight to their sparse room. If only they knew of what the two gringos had just done in that outbuilding.

Once safely inside, Javi slumped down onto the thin mattress of his bed, while Steve shakily lit a cigarette before offering the pack to Javi. As they sat smoking in silence, Javi had a sinking feeling that this was never going to be mentioned again by Steve. Once the sun came up, it would be as though he never happened as far as Steve was concerned. He’d go back to trying to fix things with Connie, and Javi would have to return to his hookers. And the worst part was, Javi was almost sure he could live with that.

[thursdaygrl]

all my replies are posted or queued so......... ok fuck it i want new things. like for a short wishlist starter from one of the muses listed under the cut. i'll come to you for who!

minty thornwood, 21, bisexual, she/her, sarah catherine hook fc

rosalie sandoval, 24, bisexual, she/her, camila mendes fc

orpheus ‘sully’ sullivan, 26, bisexual, he/him, mike faist fc 

alex mendez, 35, lesbian, she/they, roberta colindrez fc

catherine beauchamp, 26, lesbian, she/her, anya taylor-joy fc

dashiell ‘dash’ vanderbilt, 29, straight, he/him, jack quaid fc

elias stratford, 30, lesbian, they/them, e.r. fightmaster fc

goldie fitzpatrick, 21, bisexual, niamh mccormack fc 

gunner dorsey, 27, bisexual, he/him, drew starkey fc

memphis kolcheck, 25, lesbian, she/her, lili reinhart fc

vienna laurendeau, 25, bisexual, she/her, zaria simone 

ziggy keller, 22, lesbian, she/they, rachelle vinberg fc

ada ‘bucky’ buckley, 21, lesbian, she/her, asha banks fc

hadley radcliff, 30, bisexual, she/her, riley keough fc

nolan soldati, 29, bisexual, he/him, gabriel basso fc

oscar sato, 48, straight, he/him, hideaki ito fc

salvatore monsanti, 46, straight, he/him, chris messina fc

[newyorkthegoldenage]

Members of the Kips Bay Boys Club examining model planes, sent them by the Navy for duplication, February 17, 1942. The Navy has asked schoolboys all over the country to construct the models, which will be used to train personnel. Left to right: Glenn Botkin, 9; Leonard Messina, 11; Jack Mussolino, 16; Richard Ranson, 9; Anthony Giambrone, 11, Ronald Sato, 6, and Matty Filippello, 8.

Photo: Carl Nesensohn for the AP

[tfc2211]

▶ Surf Instrumentals

Link Wray And His Ray Men - Jack the Ripper Ladi Geisler - Zwei Gitarren The Centurions - Bullwinkle Pt. II The Chantays - Pipeline The Sentinals - Latin'ia Dave And The Customs - Ali Baba Dick Dale & His Del-Tones - The Wedge Richie Allen AndThe Pacific Surfers - The Quiet Surf The Astronauts - Baja The Atlantics - Bombora The Chandelles - El Gato The Original Surfaris - Bombora The Road Runners - Quasimoto Dave Myers And His Surftones - Gear Jerry Cole And His Spacemen - Deep Surf Jim Messina And The Jesters - Strange Man The Fender IV - Mar Gaya The Lively Ones - Surf Drums The Pagents - Enchanted The Pyramids - Contact The Super Stocks - Midnight Run The Trashmen - Malaguena The Ventures - Journey to the Stars Sandy Nelson - Casbah The 4 of Us - Batman The Mockers - Madalena The Surfaris - Storm Surf Yuzo Kayama And The Launchers - Black Sand Beach Takeshi Terauchi and The Bunnys - Ganroku Hanami Odori Omar Khorshid - Raqset El Fada (Dance of Space)

[christopherd-amato]

STATS

nome: Christopher Messina D'amato Rizzo, ou apenas Chris; filiação: Lorenzo D'amato Rizzo e Fiorella Messina; idade: 29 anos; aniversário: 15/12/95; signo: sagitário; MBTI: INTP; orientação sexual: bissexual; altura: 1,84; tatuagens? sim, 7 desenhos espalhados ao longo dos braços, cada um com um significado diferente; piercings? não.

inspirações: Dean Winchester, Chandler Bing, Dorian Grey, Jack Sparrow e vozes da cabeça da player gosta: violão, livros de capa dura, discos de vinil, cigarros, a cor preta, pinturas, cadernos, whisky, jaqueta de couro, motocicletas, passeios noturnos, cheiro de livros, café; desgosta: burocratas, chá, dias de muito calor, sabores agridoces, ditadores de regras, pessoas superficiais, cerveja quente, que peguem suas coisas sem aviso.

PERSONALIDADE: é o tipo de pessoa que se deixa levar por suas paixões e gosto em busca de prazeres o que traz a sua persona um aspecto de bastante intensidade e também uma certa tendência a manipulação, principalmente porque acredita fielmente que tem pleno entendimento de sua mente e sentimentos. No entanto, a parte sobre sentimentos que ainda lhe é desconhecida o torna um tanto quanto apático e também lhe confere uma facilidade gigantesca de fingir que nada aconteceu quando perde o interesse em algo ou alguém. Pode facilmente ser chamado de egoísta, orgulhoso, teimoso e vez ou outra arrogante, mas jamais de mentiroso, umz vez que tem bastante facilidade em se comunicar sobre praticamente todos os assuntos e pouco ou nenhum medo de falar o que realmente pensa no momento, no entanto, prefere ter a situação sempre a seu favor, por isso pode acabar modificando a forma com a qual algumas coisas são ditas.

[tortoisesshells]

Throwback Thursday Sunday

@starsuncounted & @jomiddlemarch tagged me to share an oldie but goodie—thank you!

The rule is to share a fic older than a week, and 2021 was over a week ago, so: Suffer a Sea Change (PotC, one-sided Norrington/Elizabeth, Norrington & Jack, Elizabeth & Jack, ~5000 words), which features musing on matrimonial discontent, magnetic anomalies, and at least one extremely obvious metaphor - all on the voyage to the Isla de Muerta. I'm not usually proud of my fic, but!

“It’s what it does. Sold five years’ worth of dreams and a piece of Ponce de León’s map of the road to Bimini to a powerful witch for the damn thing,” Sparrow said, “A bargain, really; dreamless sleep’s a blessing when you get where I’ve got.” “Your broken compass is – you expect me to believe your compass is enchanted?" “I don’t expect it. Curious if you will believe it, though.” “I don’t,” said Norrington, who was starting to feel ridiculous for even having this conversation out loud. “Ah. How dull. And I suppose you believe Charleton, that the Morgana of the Messina Strait is just the crystal bits and bobs of the sand and antimony in the Sicilian hills, and that hot sun of the Med making the sky a mirror?” “A more likely explanation than a fairy queen of England conjuring Palladian cities off Sicily,” Norrington shot back. Sparrow, irksome as ever, merely shrugged. “The compass points to the Pearl because I want it to, Commodore. Simple as that.”

Tagging: @johnbly, @enchi-elm, @shoshiwrites, @mercurygray, @teamtadpole, @admiraleyk, @foolishpsychopomp, @itsalongwaytotipperary, and you, tumblr denizen reading this!

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 12.5

Beer Birthdays

Henry Bartholomay (1829)

Jacob Leinenkugel Jr. (1893)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Margaret Cho; comedian (1968)

Walt Disney; animator (1901)

Werner Heisenberg; German physicist (1901)

Fritz Lang; film director (1890)

Christina Rossetti; poet (1830)

Famous Birthdays

Amy Acker; actor (1976)

David Bomberg; English artist (1890)

James Lee Burke; writer (1936)

J.J. Cale; singer, songwriter (1938)

Clyde Cessna; airplane manufacturer (1879)

George Armstrong Custer; calvary officer (1839)

Joan Didion; writer (1934)

Sheldon Lee Glashow; physicist (1932)

Carrie Hamilton; actor (1963)

Shalom Harlow; model (1973)

Nunnally Johnson; screenwriter, film director (1897)

Jeroen Krabbe; actor (1944)

Henry Lawes; English composer (1595)

Jim Messina; pop singer (1947)

Frankie Muniz; actor (1984)

Jim Plunkett; Oakland Raiders QB (1947)

Cecil Frank Powell; English physicist (1903)

Otto Preminger; film director (1906)

Little Richard; rock singer, pianist (1932)

Jack Russell; rock singer (1960)

Nick Stahl; actor (1979)

Strom Thurmond; bigot, hypocrite politician (1906)

Calvin Trillin; writer (1935)

Martin Van Buren; 8th U.S. President (1782)

[dalekofchaos]

The Punisher Fancast

With the inevitable success of Daredevil:Born Again, I do hope we get a Punisher continuation. So here's my fancast

My other Marvel fancasts

Spider-Man

Ultimate Spider-Man

X-Men

Fantastic 4

Dark Avengers

Masters Of Evil

Blade

Black Widow

X-Force

Wolverine 

Spider-Verse

Jon Bernthal as The Punisher/Frank Castle

Rainn Wilson as Microchip/David Liberman(EMB is now Ben Grimm so I felt a recast needs to happen)

Katee Sackhoff as Lynn Michaels

Sadie Sink as Rachel Cole-Alves

Jason R. Moore as Curtis Hoyle

Amber Rose Revah as Dinah Madani

Jack Quaid as Detective Martin Soap

Royce Johnson as Det. Sgt. Brett Mahoney

Tricia Helfer as Lieutenant Molly von Richtofen

Kate Mara as Joan the Mouse

Aaron Paul as Spacker Dave

Tyler Labine as Nathan Bumpo

Lauren Cohan as Kathryn O'Brien

Alexander Skarsgard as Hate-Monger

Gabriel Macht as The Elite

Anjelica Huston as Ma Gnucci

Diego Boneta as Eddie Gnucci

Louis Cancelmi as Bobby Gnucci

Michael Zegen as Carlo Gnucci

Michael Imperioli as Nicky Cavella

Ian Hanmore as Don Massimo Cesare

Dolph Lundgren as The Russian

Thomas Jane as Bruno Costa

John David Washington as Barracuda

Kevin Durand as Carl Burbank/Bushwacker

Chris Messina as Hammerhead

Arian Moayed as Damage

Vincent D'Onofrio as Kingpin/Wilson Fisk

Wilson Bethel as Bullseye

Laurence Fishburne as G.W. Bridge

[mitjalovse]

The 60's were the period of immense change that got reflected in a variety of ways, yet some musicians we somehow connect with the era didn't really find their place in there. Neil Young, for instance, didn't make himself that visible during the 60's as some of his peers despite his stint at Buffalo Springfield and Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young. Moreover, his solo debut, released during the end of the 60's, felt a bit of out of place, yet something was present there already. I mean, I'm not suprised Chris O'Leary compared Neil Young to David Bowie – I see his point. While they both departed the styles of their introductions later on, their early LPs showed an immense promise within, they just needed to find a better way to make them happen.