#mariea's works

[jasontoddsdarling]

18+ | jason and you as (horny) newlyweds in your new house.

(p.s. mostly just an excuse to write about breeding or pregnancy kink—or not really kink, since they're serious. so yeah these two are the content warnings, proceed with caution. 1,2k words.)

jason and you as newlyweds in your new house.

the house is, albeit small, yours. it's pretty with kind of rustic vibes into it.

the most important thing though, is that it has a cute garden in the front. and also a wide enough backyard to hold some very close friends and family dinners.

and, wide enough garden for a toddler to play and run around, too.

see, you are newlyweds. only been married for four months. you two haven't exactly been trying to get pregnant, but you haven't exactly been trying to not to get pregnant—by the lack of birth controls, or even condoms.

you're not in any birth control and neither does he, but when having sex you two always careful on choosing days for him to come inside based on your tracking calendar on days you're not on your fertile window. mostly he doesn't even come inside.

and it's working, as in you haven't get pregnant and everything.

again, both of you are ever so careful despite without contraceptives.

but now, as jason has you bending on the surface of marble kitchen counter—he had said you two need to christen every surface of your new place, your cute ass up and your toes almost leaving the flooring; while he is behind you, his thick cock pounding into the heat of your cunt, his tight balls slapping on your swollen clit, you wish that he doesn't finish on your back or stomach or your mouth wherever you decide you want him to, this time.

you want him to finish inside of you, filling you up. spilling all his warm, thick seeds deep inside of you.

you want it so bad it hurts, you can almost taste it in your mouth.

you know you're currently at the beginning of your fertile window. and you think he knows too, he's keeping track after all.

but you want it, even though you're currently being fucked thoroughly by your husband, you're still aware that you make this possibly life changing decision. and you are ready. you two are. if this making love session, hot and wild in the kitchen is how you (possibly) get pregnant, then so be it.

jason is giving you hard and deep strokes when you suddenly open your mouth.

“honey.”

“yes, love?”

his deep with arousal voice, a tinge of dark rumble, answers you. it makes you tingle all over. he keeps plowing inside.

“i want you to come inside me, this time.”

he slows his fucking, very shallow trust, keeping his cock inside of your warmth.

“are you sure? you're on your fertile window.”

see, your husband knows.

“i know. but i want you to.”

you say, as you gasp when his cock hit the sensitive part inside of you.

“yeah?”

“yeah. i want you to get me pregnant.”

“fuck.”

jason resumes his pacing back to his deep, hard strokes like before.

not like before, actually. it's more intense and purposeful. it's like your request has ignites an unquenchable flame of lust and want in him.

“that's what you want, hm? you want me to give you a baby hm? fuck, that's what i want too, princess.”

“yeah? you want to make me pregnant, jay?”

jason grips your hip are bruising. he sends your upper body back and forth on the cool marble, your soft tits and peaked nipples are getting very sensitive.

you two have never engaged in this kind of dirty talk, but fuck if all of this isn't the hottest thing ever. moreover because both of you know this isn't just some mere dirty talk or for the whole thing to be strictly kink during sex thing. both of you are serious.

“fuck, yeah. been wanting it since the first time you told me i should ditched my condoms.

“i have been waiting for which one of us will break first, princess.”

you give a barely there laugh because he hit your g-spot just now, your toes are curling, making you whine instead.

“i just didn't expect you to be the one to say it first.”

“how did you know it'll go like this?”

“oh, i didn't. not exactly anyway. but if anything, princess, we're alike in this.”

he sends a particularly hard thrust as if to prove his point, and your cunt tightened around his cock.

“fuck. see?”

you nod, have nothing else to say. you can only moan desperately, you're so close now.

“i will come inside of you, love. i will make sure none of my cum leaks out of your cunt. i will give you my baby.”

he says each of the word after a vigorous stroke, clouding your mind and bumping deep inside your walls.

you moan, your eyes teary, your hands barely holding on the surface of the kitchen counter because its so slippery of your sweat and tears.

“can't wait too see you pregnant, your stomach swell. fuck, i know you will look so hot carrying our baby.”

our baby. that has your closed eyes and you seen stars. yes, our baby, you think. you envision a baby daughter—even though you don't mind if the baby's a son obviously—but you really want a little mini-me. jason too, you think, as you remember your old talk when you're dating about him thinking how baby daughter and dad's interactions he's been seeing in real life and in social media platforms are very precious.

you don't realize you're so stimulated that you're sobbing until jason points it out to you. he offers you to come together with him. no, he needs to come together with you.

“you're very close, sweetheart? be patient for me, alright? i'm so close too.”

his strokes are getting desperate, hard and unforgiving.

you look sideway so your cheek is on the cold counter now, not your whole face, and you can only take it and patiently waiting for him to reach his peak while holding yours back—it is not easy at all.

turns out it's not long at all though, because on your thirty seconds count you cry so hard, your vision blurry with tears.your orgasm being stolen from you as the tightening of your walls send jason to his own with his one last violent thrust.

you can feel his warm thick cum shoots inside of your vaginal walls. coating them thoroughly, not one surface is spared by his seeds. jason draps his massive body on your back, your sweat mingling. he waits until his cock stops spurting his cum.

“that's probably the hottest making love session we've in this house.”

he rasps, kissing the side of your sweaty neck.you can only give him a weak laugh. you feel satiated and boneless and you just want him to carry you after this.

“right. who knows the thought of making me pregnant really gets you going like you never were?”

“oh, love, you're about to see more of this.”

“mhmm?” you hum with seductive tone.

“yeah. we're not done yet even for today. we better ordering some foods after this because i know we'll need it. i'm not stopping, love, until i am sure it takes. even after that.”

jason pulls out of you slowly. he gestures you to tighten your thighs so his cum doesn't spill, and then carrying you to you the bedroom. that's where your phones are.

when he drops you on the soft mattress of your king-size bed, he goes to the nightstand on its side, ordering you both some heavy meals—and desserts—take out for you two's dinner.

then he closes his phone, he’s spooning you.

at that point, you already are being lulled by soft and cool bedding.

he kisses your nape and brushing strands of your hair softly.

“get your little nap, you'll need to gain energy, love, if we want to go all night. don't worry, i will wake you up when the foods have arrived.”

mariea's notea: i can't get this prompt out of my head it's been haunting me for days. glad i wrote it down <3

serious not though, BE SAFE if you're actively having sex. don't try anything above at home.

[rosellabascomacapinlac]

I finally bought what I wanted from delivery, yes wish comes true. :) And hey class bullies from Jesu Mariea, please back off! Don’t steal my money again, you are rich people, right? I don’t know if you are still rich because you don’t understand what working so hard really was. If you psychos from JMIS do it again just like what you’ve done to me since long time ago, I will gonna call the police, same with you Castlevania.

I wonder why they are stealing and want to be freeloaders even though they are very rich.

[rebekahjorgensen]

Davis Tuller wrote an article called “To Improve Outcomes, Health Systems Invest in Affordable Housing.” In this article, Tuller writes about Lisa Greenfield and her rough upbringing leading her to a life of addiction. By the time she was clean, she hadn’t held a job in years. Luckily there was a transitional program that allowed her access to affordable housing despite only working a minimum wage job. He quotes her saying “Without that missing piece— the housing—I just don’t think stability and recovery are really obtainable… Not many people are able to stay clean or maintain a job while being homeless.” He speaks with Pam Mariea-Nason, the executive of the community health division at Providence Health and Services, who says more and more doctors are reporting patients who have lost their homes, and hospitals are reporting more and more emergency department usages. She says, “No matter how good the medical treatment we provide is, people have to have their basic needs met in order to prioritize their participation in their health care.”, confirming that lack of housing affects healthcare needs. Tuller then highlights several health agencies who announced the multi-million dollar donations they planned on making towards affordable housing. The initiative Housing is Health, includes 3 buildings with up to 400 units of housing for those who are homeless or at risk of being homeless. They split up these units so that 51 units go to families displaced by gentrification, 153 units go to permanent housing for people leaving transitional housing, and 175 units for people in recovery. Central City Concerns, or CCC, is an agency “Homes, Health, Jobs”, they prioritize getting people access to affordable homes in order to be able to treat outstanding medical needs and rehabilitate the people they help to be able to take care of themselves moving forward. They provide stable housing and healthcare, and eventually job training as well. This agency serves more than 14,000 people annually. The concern that the article presents is that despite the efforts made it is not enough to solve the problem entirely and efforts need to continue to be made. Hospitals are continuing to see more and more patients who don’t have the proper housing, and the long term effects this can have are concerning. Agencies like the CCC show us why it’s important to advocate for affordable housing. Helping 14,000 may not seem like a lot compared to the whopping 60,000 people in need of housing, however, it’s still 14,000 people who are now sleeping somewhere other than on the streets. I think it’s important to recognize that even the small differences are important.

Citation

Tuller, D. (2019). To improve outcomes, health systems invest in affordable housing. Health Affairs, 38(7), 1068–1072. https://doi.org/10.1377/hlthaff.2019.00676

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Mariea Gosdin says she gave ghosts a place to stay when she bought a property in Greenville, GA. From 1896 until 1986, this structure served as the Meriwether County Jail. Now the section of the building that was once the jailer’s residence is a cozy two-bedroom, 1,450-square-foot home.

Gosdin paid a measly $5,000 for the property back in 2009. It’s now available for $499,000.

“I just so happened to be at a county commissioner’s meeting, and they were about to vote to tear it down, and I just went crazy,” Gosdin says of the day she heard that the property she had always coveted might be available.

Instead of bringing in the wrecking ball, the county decided to accept closed bids. Many folks looked at the property, but in the end, only Gosdin put in a bid.

Despite the paltry offer, the commissioners accepted the bid because it would have cost more than $5,000 to tear the place down.

For Gosdin, the work was only just beginning. What was once the jailer’s residence was completely separate from the jail area. And its walls are about 2 feet thick. The downstairs bathroom used to be a holding cell.

Everything had to be updated, and Gosdin estimates she spent more than $200,000 on the renovations. She said, “Everything had to be torn apart before I could put it back together.”

“It was horrible. There were like nine layers of flooring downstairs and many layers of paint on the upstairs floors, but I finally got down to the hardwood floors,” she says. In a nod to the building’s past, a cell door leads into a toilet in this bathroom.

Despite its history, the renovated home has a cozy feel, with high ceilings and lots of wood and brick.

She has an art studio in the attic. It’s her favorite room in the former jail & offers the best views—but comes with a creepy history. It’s where they hung prisoners. But, in her extensive research about the property, she says she found no evidence of people being hanged in the room.

You could see the mechanics of how it worked,” she explains. “There is a large beam up there with an iron ring screwed into it that they tied a noose to. It was directly over a wooden door, with a lever attached to it.”

Beautiful porch with pecan trees on the property. She loves the home, but wants to build a country house near her children.

The section of the structure that served as the 8,500-square-foot jail hasn’t been touched and awaits a new buyer’s ideas. It used to have at least 48 beds - there’s no power or plumbing.

“It’s peeling paint, rust, steel, and concrete. The beds are still in there that the prisoners slept on. I don’t want to touch it,” she says. “It looks just like it did when they built it, and I don’t want to mess with it.”

While the jail was in operation for nearly a century, it became notorious, and apparently some former residents still voice their complaints. Gosdin laughed when asked about the presence of ghosts.

“Everyone asks me that. I’ve had some weird stuff happen, and I have pictures with my ghost in it,” she says. “My lights go on and off sometimes, doors open and close sometimes, I hear pots and pans. I hear a room full of people talking, and when I notice it, it will abruptly stop. It’s like an auditorium full of people talking, and then it stops.”

The apparitions at least seem friendly. “If they scared me, I would leave. I talk to them,” Gosdin says. The spirits aren’t always around. “Sometimes, I’ll go months and nothing, and then I wonder if I have changed something they don’t like or if I changed something and they do like it and are just letting me know.”

https://www.realtor.com/

[ssoftvenus]

documenting my healing journey (tw// mention of sa & domestic violence)

earlier this year, i was a victim to teen domestic violence. it was my first year of college, where i had met my abuser through my roommate. during the time of his abuse (gaslighting, sa, threats, and coercion) all his friends (and my roommate) victim blame me and ridiculed my feelings towards my abuser. it was a huge slap in the face for me. a sense dignity and innocence was taken away from me. i had to leave my college town and take remote classes. it was like all the things i worked for in life, tumbled down before me. my whole life was orchestrated towards going to college. it wasn't like i left on my terms, rather the fear inside me took over me. i had pause everything in my life to feel like myself again.

now, i'm getting better. i finally went to therapy, found closure in past traumas, processed everything, and finally filing a report against him (through the school). it's been a long time since i've had tumblr, but it is the only social media he doesn't have. therefore, he won't be able to track my whereabouts. i've decided to start blogging my healing journey. whether people read this or not doesn't matter to me. i want to liberate myself through my poems & short writing entries. also in general life updates. thank you - mariea

[tigerrockhighpoint]

TIME, our most valuable commodity. 25-years ago, I took over my martial arts academy and adopted 2 students who had just started their training. I was 26 years young and not sure what the future would hold, only a vision in mind. Mike Hague and his father, Mick Hague, have been with me since day-1. They have been with me side-by-side over 50% of my life's journey. There is not a single memory inside my academy which does not include them. As instructors, they have positively impacted hundreds of lives and continue to help people obtain incredible goals. As students, they have never ceased or take a "break" in their training, constantly work hard to enhance their skills, awesome training partners for other students, and the most loyal students. Without a doubt, these two gentlemen are the backbone to our academy, where my wife, Mariea Abernathy Snyder and I fully blessed to have them in our lives. The Hague's are not just students / instructors, they are our FAMILY!! In celebrating their 25-year anniversary in training, we felt it fitting to present them with nice watches to recognize how important TIME is in our lives. The time spent and the future time with these gentlemen are extremely precious to us. Please help me congratulate these wonderful individuals on their incredible accomplishment. If you / your child / your family member has been positively impacted by either of them, then please share a great memory. CONGRATULATIONS & THANK YOU for 25 YEARS OF GREATNESS!! We look forward to the next 25! (Note: Mick Hague was not pictured in the presentation - he hates pictures - lol) (at High Point, North Carolina) https://www.instagram.com/p/CS0ol6PDkve/?utm_medium=tumblr

[mechagalaxy]

John T Mainer 28840:  Happy Faction War to all, lets have a good fight.

I climbed the last of the steps to my Redeemer using the hand holds on the chest vents.  Its a bitch coming down because the Redeemer is a steam powered machine for its internal suspension, so you can get burned bad if you forget to armour up before dismounts after a rough battle, but the Redeemer isn't from around here.  It is a Metaverse machine, from the alternate dimension those lunatics from Xeon and Unification tore open when they decided their civil war couldn't die with their worlds.  The poor innocents in the Metaverse didn't know a lot that we do now, we had to teach them about the Clans, and the way free warriors could stand together against the nations, and keep war from spilling into the cities and turning them into abattoirs filled with civilian dead who had neither stake nor vote in their fate, and had no reason to die for it.  In return, the silly bastards taught us it was possible to build bigger than 100 tons, my Redeemer stands a proud 105, and Ramba Ral's Penner stands a brooding 110.  Time marches on, progress they tell me, but the old ways are still best for some things.

"Berserker Actual this is Slaughter 6, Contact"  Jim Faust was calling on  the Berserkers strategic channel, we were not grouped in our clans, or he would be standing with his Slaugherhouse 5 against what came, and be ground to pieces.  He would be running his local tactical net for the scouts he was running for the Berserkers, and I had Darren, Christine, Rob, and others already coming on line as they heard the Contact call.  Each of them commanded a battle group in the Berserkers, each of them a skilled and proven Clan leader in their own right.  I had a dozen officers on line right now that could take command and run the battle that would develop like seasoned professionals; that was the strength of a Faction, the depth of talent not just in fighters, but in command.  I was going to use it.

"Slaughter 6, break it down, what are we facing?"  I had the tac feed from his machine, that told me what he was facing directly.  He had a dozen Reindeer, some of those crazy orange abortions and blue Vupa Walkers that no sane manufacturer knew how to make on his screen trying to punch through his scouts.  They were screening something, and sensors couldn't tell you what, just a tonnage range from seismic sensors and a rough energy signature that told you not a lot, save that it was making the warbook go schizophrenic as it changed like the best EW known to man, or insane AI in the case of I AM on Vupa 6, could do.  Jim was a pro, he had seen it all, a true leader makes the tough call based on instincts won by surviving based on trusting instincts and committing before your computers had enough to react on.  Faction War gave me enough leaders I could let the man on the scene make the call because he could see enough to guess, and the rest of us could trust it enough to commit like it was our own guess.

"I read it as Elves boss, call it a minimum Legion strength"

Well bite my Yule Log, it was true.  Santa Clause was coming to town.

Orders snapped out almost without thinking.

"Don, Mariea, Holy Damn, Werewolf on me.  Move to the gap at Epsilon 89, echelon right, refuse flank, pivot on me.  We are NOT going to stop them, we are going to turn them, let them push us against the Lesser Ural Mountains.  We make them take the long way to the gate.  Rob, Sten, Caitlyn, get in your Novums and Axebots and get into those hills, I don't want Santa getting any scouts up there to let him know we don't have the Faction behind us, or he will pin and slaughter us, not punch through and break for the gate.  Christine, set up a secondary blocking position at Delta 5, not too strong, let him punch through your center, just harass and slow."

A legion of Elves, 1200 plus of Santa's little helpers, each one cranking top rated cannons, forests of Xmas trees haunting the flanks with Tandem Bomb wide forking missiles to sweep both scouts and mines from their path, and those damned Reindeer scouts with their crazy antler EW suites that jammed higher communication once they closed.  Let them get in close and higher level command became impossible.  In a normal fight, that meant disaster, as troops couldn't respond to changes without orders.  In a good Faction, you had clan level commanders scattered with their command teams throughout the formation, and local command devolved onto someone who was not only up to the job, but used to it.  We couldn't stop them force on force, but we could stop their mission.  It was not about machines in the end, not about niodes or glory, it was about trusting people, and getting the most out of them.

"Berserker Actual to Banzai 6, join me on discrete"  I was calling Darren Jackson from Myth and Legends Team Banzai to play our trump card and shut down Santa for the moment.

"Go for Banzai 6,"  Darren's voice was tired and half awake, and the panting in the background told me he was racing to his machine as we spoke.  Even right from the rack, true professionals were ready for combat.

"Banzai 6, has the Good Doctor worked his usual magic, he thought he might be able to reconstruct that signal that Artemis Molly scrubbed from her Vizi when she got jumped on that courier run for the Craftsmen by the Kanabo Crushers"  Doctor Banzai thought he knew what it was.  He understood gate codes better than Drocha did, and was less likely to destroy the universe with it by playing around, and he thought he saw a Crafstman override in that code.  If he got it, we might be able to stop Santa from breaking through.

"Berserker Actual, Doctor Banzai says it will work, Perfect Tommy says it will just blow up, but New Jersey says the math looks solid, and it will hold for at least a week, two at the outside"  That was Team Banzai for you, mad bad and dangerous to bystanders, but I was a Bunny myself and not over prone to fear or good sense.

"Banzai 6, screen the gate until Doctor B says he's uploaded the code, then let yourself get pushed off it.  Just try to get a trailer on them when they pull back, we need to find out where Santa is staging out of, we need to get the Factions together to stamp him out, or its going to be a White Christmas when his mecha stomp our burned out ashes into the snow.  Get me his vector, and maybe this was worth it"  Dying to buy time is a soldiers job too often, living to buy information is a professionals job.  We were about to see if we were good enough to do it.

The reactors in my Redeemer were shunting power to my amplifiers, my cannons would be running about 130% at base, with about a one in two chance of both x2 and x3 amplification, an outside shot at more, I was more happy with the one in three chance of an outright critical kill, as if the fat man was there himself, nothing less than a critical kill would take him down.  I have seen him take a 12000 point shot to the beard and cut the firing mecha in half with enough left over to shut down both his wingmen and blast the mecha behind right off its legs.  Against him, you were better off praying for lucky than good, he was just too much, well everything.

Paladin was the name of my Redeemer, a tarnished knight with bunny ears was the logo.  That was me, not the strongest by far, there were whole clans of 400 level niode monsters who could brush me aside, there were even people at lower level who had so much power in their lineup that they could stand off my best attacks, match my top lines mecha for mecha, then cut through the back half of my machines like tissue paper because they were top line machines, weapons and gear front to back, and I was, well, not.  Paladin's didn't fight the safe fights, didn't ask for a chance at victory, they raised their banners to defend the weak and damned be any that stood against them (also most who followed them, but hey if you wanted safe, become an accountant, not a mecha jock).

Werewolf howled, and Holy Damn screamed curses of binaric machine cant.  Not what you would call rational, but at least as good of a contact report as I needed.  I translated for those who hadn't twigged in already.

"Shields on full, weapons hot, here they come!"  I screamed as I put my massive ceramite shield in front of me.  Sandwiched layers of Ferro/crystaline armour powered by a shield net that disrupted energy weapons and scrambled incoming missile active targeting systems, it wasn't just a big block of armour to hide behind and shoot, but it was also a big block of armour to hide behind and shoot, because Paladin had over twice the precision of his dodge, because he was here to kill not to survive.  Survival was secondary to mission, so if I wanted to get out of this alive, I had best get tot he shooting.

A howling mob of missiles arched in before the mecha crested the saddle pass, but my shield caused them to thunder in well short or howl past harmlessly.  I read the seismic sensors and plotted the vector of the incoming and fired my Juggernaut as the first signal should reach the crest.  I watched as it caught one of the Elves right at the pointy cap line and slammed the tall machine to the ground as its cockpit soared overhead to land in the rank behind, crashing into another machine at the left shoulder joint, I let my burst wander over the same machine with the last few of that casset before it spat from my gun.  The second line wasn't so perfect anymore.

Seig Zeon my Penner fired next, his cannons were deadlier than mine, and his Elf split in half, showering its neighbors with bits of dead elf.  They got their own back though as a spider like leg soaring overhead indicated the loss of signal from Ugly MOFO wasn't jamming, someone had turned the spider like fire-support mecha into a nice holiday fire, along with the Predator drones I was counting on getting some kills with.  That seemed to fire up Rover, my big golden kitty, as the 110 ton brute let fly his rage from his Okha flamers bathed the whole hillside in wide forking hellfire.  

It didn't stop them.  I felt the hit on my shield as an Elf physically rammed me.  I set my heel and pushed back, then rammed my gun against his pointy head and Decimated his brainpan with some depleted uranium through the cranium.

There was a shattering explosion and the turret from Rover, my wing Cyberdon knocked my cannon arm out of line.  His killer stepped close.

“He was dressed all in flames, from his head to his foot,

And his armour was all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of guns he had flung on his back,

And he looked like an army with a city to sack.

His shields -- how they twinkled! his gunsights how merry!

His capacitors were like roses, his lasing crystals like a cherry!

His EW emitters were all powered with a glow,

And my displays all dissolved in meaningless snow;

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I was pretty much dead;”

The Tinsel EMP shorted my control systems through my implant, but the tinsel bridged the breakers and wouldn’t let the surge suppressors and emergency cut outs break the link, so I fell screaming with Paladin, the AI and I joined as the mecha spasmed apart, its electrical and powers systems shorting through the hull, the steam of its suspension systems blasted through the cockpit and unconsciousness kept me from the rest of the experience.

When I came to, the icons on my rebooting display told it all.  My command was crushed, Santa and the horde were pressing Christine in the final blocking position.  She was singing.

“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree

Eating all the gum drops he can see

Stop, Kookaburra! Stop, Kookaburra!

Leave some there for me”

That is a bad sign, she only sings the Kookaburra song when she gets a chance to stick somebody with her Vorpal Sword.  She was supposed to let them push her forces out of the way, not let it turn into a slugging match we couldn’t win.  I opened her display to see her Guardian (Mama Bunny) kick an Elf off her Vorpal sword, and bring her shield in line against Santa himself.  It didn’t help.  He frosted her from head to foot with a Proton Blade, the ice shattering the superconductive coils in her weapons, the magnetic repulsion powering her joints, and sending microfactures through her engine amplifier shield emitters.  Emergency shunts screamed as they ejected her fusion core out the back blast plates as her machine gutted itself to prevent pilot and AI death.

I saw Darren withdrawing Team Banzai from the gate and punched through direct.

“Did we do it?”

Dr Banzai himself replied.  “Berserker Actual, the code recovered from Artemis Molly is holding, the gates in this sector have been reprogramed to Single Rainbow lock.  No one is getting mecha out of here more than a handful at a time.  Evil Santa won’t be going anywhere for between one to two weeks.”

Evil Santa’s reaction was Claus for alarm:

“He continued to slay, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he strode from the fight,

BACK AT CHRISTMAS FOR YOU ALL , AND WE’LL FINISH THIS FIGHT!”

John T Mainer 28840

Happy Faction War to all, lets have a good fight.

[jazzworldquest-blog]

USA: Mariea Antoinette’s “All My Strings’ pays tribute to the evolution and magic that strings contribute to music

Mariea Antoinette’s “All My Strings’ pays tribute to the evolution and magic that strings contribute to music

The urban-jazz harpist’s “Loving You” courts programmer’s ardor in advance of the release of her third album, dropping April 24.

SAN DIEGO (30 March 2020): Mariea Antoinette is upping the ante. Her previous albums have been designed to place the classical harp in surprising, unimagined contexts: R&B, jazz and hip hop. The motif expands on her third outing, “All My Strings,” which drops April 24 from Infinity/Maasai Productions. Teaming with producer Allan Phillips, who wrote four songs for the album, Antoinette’s focus is vibrational, celebrating the progress and unique contributions made by stringed instruments in music.   

“The idea was to create an organic sound where most of the instrumentation of the album is

propelled by vibrating strings - harp, violins, violas, cellos, guitars and bass guitar. ‘All My Strings’ is a tribute to the evolution and the magic that strings bring to music,” said Antoinette, a San Diego native. “I wanted the album to unfold as a beautiful, unexpected story.”

Antoinette began telling the story a couple years ago when she released the album opener, “Overture,” as a single, which went Top 5 on the Billboard chart and was named Best Jazz Single by the Black Women in Jazz & the Arts Association. With sweeping strings that build to a dramatic crescendo over funky beats, the track provided an exciting preview of what was to come on “All My Strings.” Last fall, Antoinette provided a second glimpse with the release of “That Thing (Doo Woop),” a reinvention of the Lauryn Hill hit. A third sampling came when “Loving You” began collecting airplay and playlist adds last week. The single earned Most Added status at Billboard. Antoinette tells the story behind why she elected to record the Minnie Riperton signature tune.     

“For years, Allan (Phillips) had the idea of recording a tribute to my first producer, the late Carl Evans, a founding member of the contemporary jazz group Fattburger. Carl had inspired countless musicians in Southern California and first introduced me and Allan. After years of searching, Allan suggested ‘Loving You.’ The original has a sublime effect that naturally seemed to work great with the harp. Then Allan gathered the surviving original members of Fattburger to record the song. We used a hallmark arrangement typical of Fattburger’s chart-topping style along with the string ensemble that appears throughout ‘All My Strings.’ The result is a fresh and exciting new version of a classic so dear to everyone’s heart. It also honors Carl who taught us to always spread love through our music - no matter what.”

Another compelling selection from the set is “Garden of Peace,” a soothing original spoken word number delivered by Antoinette over music by Lonnie Liston Smith.

“I believe in the healing power of music and spoken word where it drives all the tension from a room.

With spoken word, you can take people on an unforgettable journey through the power of words, something I do on all my projects. That was my intention with ‘Garden of Peace.’ Coupled with a pure harp solo, it creates a journey that is inspirational, creative and metaphysical. I love music that comes from an unknown place allowing you to simply close your eyes and listen.”

Antoinette wrote the album closer, “Gaia,” and spoke about its spontaneous origins.  

“I was taking a break in the studio after we recorded ‘Sekmet: Lioness Goddess.’ I began playing the harp, channeling what was in my heart. Allan walked into the room and asked what I was playing. He said we had to record it. It wasn’t planned at all. Totally impromptu. Suddenly, 'Gaia’ was born.”

After earning a master’s degree in harp performance, Antoinette debuted as a solo artist in 2003 on the Evan’s-produced “Sexy Paradise.” She began serving as principal harpist with the Los Angeles Southeast Symphony Orchestra in 2007 and later played a private event for President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama. Antoinette also accompanied Ne-Yo during a BET Awards performance. Her 2015 “Straight From The Harp: Special Edition” album, produced by Phillips, went Top 5 on the Billboard chart. Antoinette’s honors include winning a 2018 Black Music Award and the Instrumentalist of the Year title from the San Diego Prestige Awards the same year. In addition to playing club, theater and festival dates with her own ensemble, Antoinette has toured with the female-powered supergroup Jazz in Pink.        

“All My Strings” contains the following songs:

“Overture”

“Yearning For Your Love”

“All My Strings”

“Loving You”

“Ain’t Playin’”

“That Thing”

“Sekmet: Lioness Goddess”

“Garden Of Peace”

“Gaia”

                                                                                                                                        For more information, please visit https://www.marieaantoinette.com.

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[cratesofjr]

Harpist Mariea Antoinette Lends Heavenly Strings To Lauryn Hill's "That Thing"

Watch out as the powerful sounds of two diverse and talented women of music unite on the 2019 revisit of a classic. With a beautiful combination of harp and violin over a soulful groove, Mariea Antoinette pays tribute to Lauryn Hill's "That Thing". This instrumental cover capture's a very memorable riff in R&B as Mariea's works her magic on strings to give Lauryn's classic song new dimension. From her summer 2019 album "All My Strings" out now. via Blogger https://ift.tt/2OcJUUn

[silver-games]

Demon AU thing

"it's to early to be cognitive" Sam mumbles from the couch.

"Is that so, or are you hungover?" I set some coffee on the coffee table. "I have work in ten minutes so lock up when you're leaving." I grab a sweater and pet Henry while getting some food for myself.

"Why are you working today of all days" Sam gets up and pets Henry. Henry is a happy boy.

"The world doesn't stop for anyone." I grab my keys and make sure Henry had food. "I'll be at your office at six." I head out the door and head to work.

"Morning Mr. Silver" Annabelle greets me and gives me a smile.

"Good morning Ms. Annabelle, I'll be leaving at five thirty today" she nods and I head into my office and work on my paperwork. I have no meetings so I don't have more stress than I need.

Five thirty rolls around and I gather my things and leave waving Annabelle and Anthony good night.

"Have a nice day" they both say.

"I will thank you both have a lovely evening yourselves" I exit and head to Sam's building.

"Oh good evening Silver" Mary says greeting me and ringing up Sam. "Mr. Sam, Silver is here"

"Send him up" I hear Sam come through the intercom system.

Mary smiles at me. "He'll see you"

"Thank you Mary have a good evening" I head up to Sam's office.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Sam asks me.

"No, I need to go alone." I say and Sam sighs.

"Alright." Sam opens a portal and I head through.

I head to the cemetery where the loves of my existence lie. They had already redeemed themselves. I however had not. I do miss them dearly. They were, no are my best friends.

I sit down near Mariea and Felo's graves. My grave sits next to theirs but I don't need to look at it.

"Mariea, Felo, it's me Silver" I sigh than continue "I miss you guys a lot." I place the flowers I got on the way here. "I hope you guys are happy, I really do hope you guys still love each other and me." I sit and simply exist there.

"Hey Mr, why are you just sitting there?" I look around to see a small child aroundAnd see a child about 10ish.

"Um I'm visiting some old friends." I say standing up.

"How'd they die?" They ask me.

"Well some bad people didn't like how they lived their lives and the bad people killed them." I say and give them a flower from Mariea's grave. She always likes giving the kids in the village flowers.

"That sounds bad" they say and put the flower in their hair.

"Yes it was bad" I say and walk the child to the front gate. "Stay here till your parent comes to get you, okay" I say and they nod, so I head home to my dog.

"Henry I miss them so much" Henry just climbs closer to me. There is a knock at the door and I get up and answer it.

"I brought Italian" I let Sam in and he goes to the kitchen and plates the food. He brings it out to me and we sit on the couch and eat pasta and sit until Sam passes out and I carry him to bed and call Henry in so we can go to sleep.

I know Mariea and Felo would want me to be happy and even though I can't be redeemed, they will always want the best for me. And I hope that they are happy together.

[wonderlust-and-mild-anxiety]

Life Story- a recap of the last 21 years and counting

I was born at 4:52 AM on a rainy Sunday morning on September 28, 1997 to a nineteen and twenty-three year old couple. I was the first born, a brother would follow almost three years later. My childhood consisted mainly of a plethora of cousins, my father rarely being around, and my mother trying to handle raising two children while still being a child herself.

When I was in third grade my family dropped a bombshell- my mother was getting a job as a custodian in the neighboring town, not far enough to move but for convenience I had to change schools. In Mrs. Sherry’s fourth grade class I was deemed weird and lower-class because my mother cleaned up after my peers as a job.

That was also the year that I met Cory, Jonathan, Brady, and Colton Baird- my mother’s best friend’s children. With Brady being the only girl even similar to my age we instantly clicked. Our afternoons consisted of us discussing boys, Brady’s horses, and my crush on her brother Cory whom I had “dated” on and off til I left the school.

Summers were mucking stalls, hauling hay, and mending fences on their farm. Summer nights were long horse shows watching my best friend’s win trophy after trophy. It was a city kid’s dream. I loved it because it gave me a chance to spend time with my best friends, they loved it because it was four more hands (including my brother’s) and they generally thought of me as one of the family. I rode horses eventually, but I enjoyed the identity that farm work gave me and the ache of my muscles after a good day’s work.

I knew about this guy Lee through Cory and his girlfriend and my friend Kaitlyn. I didn’t realize until much later that I would have wished that we never crossed paths. It started because Lee didn’t want to ride the bus anymore and Cory had asked my mom as a favor for him. She said yes, soon we’d wish she hadn’t.

In the beginning it was fun. I developed a crush on him so to me it was a blast when she would drive us down back roads in her mini-van, when she’d take us to the mall on the weekends, when she would let us all pick up breakfast at the local Marathon that sat a quarter mile from the school. When my mom and I would get our nails done every week, Lee was there making all of us laugh.

It wasn’t until we stopped having money for food that I started to sense something was wrong. Lee was getting new clothes, going out with Mom without me or my brother. Dad started calling her, she wouldn’t pick up and would make excuses. I started to distance myself from Lee. He was fifteen at this point and I was only twelve. Mom insisted that he liked me and that I needed to stick around, and being the naive child I was, I believed her.

I didn’t understand what was going on til she got arrested. I don’t really think I understood then. I took up for her, because she was my mother and he was my best-friend-that’s-a-boy. They would never. Then she took the plea deal, that’s when I really understood that yeah, it happened. I spent the rest of my eighth grade year being made fun of, then it was back to my previous school to finish up high school.

When I got there, I didn’t know anyone except one person- Susan. She was my little blonde angel in this 1000 member body of students. She introduced me to her friends, made me feel like I belonged. I automatically stuck to one of her friends, a person named Momo that at the beginning I honestly didn’t know if they were a boy or a girl.

This was also the same time that I was discovering my sexuality. I liked boys, I liked girls, I liked people who were neither. I confided this in Momo, who I found out was biologically a girl. They said that they liked me, I said I liked them to. Tada! A couple of months later they told me that they were transgender and wanted to be called Aidan- and that was the short token paragraph of my gayness. Psych!

Aidan and I lasted ten months, the entirety of  my freshmen year of high school. My parents didn’t approve, at all. In their words they didn’t “agree with my lifestyle”, but in all honesty they were just trying to shut me up because I was raising my brother. I would wake myself and my brother up, get both of us ready for school, get us on the bus, make sure Zack had his homework done, make dinner, do my own homework, and do housework.

I broke up with Aidan during the summer between my freshman and sophomore year, I said it was because of the church I was attending and it was partly true. Partly it was because of a boy there, Ryan. I went to church camp that June and I fell head over heels in love. We sat across from our two cabins in a kid's jungle gym. We talked for hours til our councilors forced us to come inside. I loved Aidan, but we constantly fought and I was "too rough" for him. Ryan made me feel normal and loved.

We would watch movies in the park, he'd whisper that I was beautiful and that he loved me as he nibbled on my ear lobes. He made me feel like I was flying, I was so in love. He was the reason I knew that I wanted to get married some day. We would hold hands in church, my palms so sweaty and shaky because oh my god did I love this boy. It was perfect, til it wasn't.

We split in August after school started, his step mother caught us kissing in the park close to his house. She called me a whore and that I was dressing inappropriately and was too young to be kissing boys. I called my father to come pick me up, we broke up two weeks later when he asked my brother to give me the message during church. I was devastated and on my way to a downward spiral quickly.

During my exploration of my sexuality, I had one person that I could rely on exclusively- that was my lesbian aunt Mariea. She was also a black sheep of the family, we had a lot of similar interests, most of the family said we might as well had been mother and daughter which I agree with whole heartedly. She was my rock and there wasn’t anything in me that doubted she was always on my side.

She was the aunt that took me and my entire group of friends swimming, even though there was seven of us and her truck only sat six. She was the type that would bring me money for a school trip while she was still in her pajamas. She sent me cute little things to school for my birthday and even my brother’s birthday because she knew that I would feel left out. She fussed over my every detail and shaped me into the female that I am today.

She got sick my freshmen year of high school, melanoma skin cancer found on a mole in her back caused by tanning beds. She didn’t let it kick her, she kicked ass from beginning to end. It wasn’t until my sophomore year  that she got worse, and she died in February. I remember attending the funeral, Aidan on one side and Susan on the other- all three of us holding hands and sobbing while my great aunts talked through the entire funeral.

Aidan and I broke up for good shortly afterwards, and I met someone new.  Before that though, I was raped and sexually assaulted by someone I thought I could trust, while being held down by someone who I thought was my friend. I fell pregnant as a product of the assault. Everything was completely normal up until the night of February 10th, 2012. I had severe pain, but I couldn’t tell anyone but up until this point, fifteen weeks into my pregnancy, I hadn’t told anyone about the rape, let alone my condition.

I went to sleep and woke up in sheer agony. I was going into labor, and I couldn’t stop it. I gave birth to a daughter, Raini Delaine on February 11th. Even though she was conceived of rape, she was mine and I loved her with all of my being. I still do.

So much happening in a short period of time. My first love came back, the loss of my daughter and my aunt, and love leaving again was too much for a sixteen year old to handle. I was dealing with anxiety, bipolar disorder, depression. I was so scared and alone, who could deal with the mess I was?

The new boy I was dating, his name was Logan. He swept me off of my feet and made everything sorta kinda okay? He held me tightly when my mom went to jail for being with another registered sex offender, a man that had asked me if I used sex toys and if I’d allow him to buy me one. It wasn’t until six months into the relationship that he started getting abusive.

It just started with making suggestions of suicide if I left him, or he’d break up with me “to make me listen to what he was saying”. Then it was the controlling. I had to tell him what I did, when I did it. He picked out everything I wore, what I ate, when I ate, when I went to the bathroom even. I stayed out of being scared to be alone, and afraid that he was going to kill himself if I decided to leave him.

He then turned to abuse. Forcing me into anal sex, beating me when I didn't do the chores he asked of me. I was so scared that I couldn't tell anyone, I let him be the hero and I was the bad girlfriend. His older brother knew, he didn't say much about it though we got along really well. I didn't tell my father in fear that he might do something to him and I couldn't let that happen either.

I finally broke free of this the summer after I graduated high school, two and a half years after I started dating him. I was eighteen and moved out with my best friend at the time, Haley. I had dated her brother when I was sixteen and on my downward spiral, he was addicted to drugs and drinking but he made me feel like a badass and treated me like a woman so I was all game for whatever he wanted.

I was romanticizing living like white trash, but at the time the run down mobile home was my palace and I was its queen. Nevermind the constant use of drugs, going to jail, losing people, and getting the lights shut off. I was playing cops and robbers. I eventually left because I met someone knew, Jacob.

I met Jacob through Haley, I didn't know him well but I thought he was cute so why not? He was homeless, I moved back to my father's house with him in tow. He slept in a tent in our woods until it got cold where he officially moved to my room and we were officially together. He was battling legal issues, I stood by him even though he had anger problems.

We eventually moved out together, he was now on probation but in general life was good. He couldn't hold down a job but I always had work, busting ass for just enough to scrap by. I met his friends, whom soon became my family.

[jasontoddsdarling]

perihelion

— pairing: red hood x female reader

— words: 2,9k

— tags: smut 18+, naked female clothed male, cunnilingus (jason is a pussy eater and i meant it here), size differences*, size kink, rough sex, vaginal sex, belly bulge, overstimulation, creampie, fluff at the end

*❗content warning: repeated (and i meant repeated) descriptions about their size differences, so proceed with caution! it's going to be excessive lol so if it's not your cup of tea you can skip this one :)

"Red." 

She whimpers pathetically, eyes blurry with unshed tears as she looks down at the man situated in between her wide open thighs.

Red Hood's tongue delves into her pussy, eating her out like a man starving. Maybe he is. Because it's been… what? Thirty minutes? And he hasn't stopped. Not even for stretching his massive body or something. Not for one second, even.

His lips keep making out with her cunt. 

She's overly sensitive. 

But by hearing her mewling his name it spurs him on, for he's sucking her clit hard with a low groan.

Her hips shot high. She will probably reach the ceiling of her room if Red Hood's hands on her hips aren't holding her down.

"Red! Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!"

She sobs, orgasm wrecking her body like a ship against gigantic waves. Tears falling down her face in rivulets, dampening her soft pink pillowcase.

She can hear Red Hood shuffling now, by the sound of the fabric of her bedding against his clothes.

"You said you want to take my cock whole and not just half to three quarters," he says, voice hoarse, "I should prepare you thoroughly to make that possible. And multiple orgasms seem to prepare your tiny pretty pussy better indeed."

He proves his point by sweeping his fingers around her pussy opening, gathering her arousal.

"Look at this."

He's showing his shiny fingers to her. 

"Look at you gushing for me. All for me, isn't that true, princess?"

"Yes, Red. All for you."

Red Hood smiles, eyes glittering with wickedness and blown wide with lust behind his mask.

Red Hood quickly works, removing his belt and thigh holsters and dragging his trousers and briefs down above his knees.

He positions his leaking fat cock on her entrance, moving it up and down that at some point the angry red tip catches inside her.

She jerks at that, letting out a gasp. Her body always seems to forget how big he is compared to her.

Red Hood doesn't seem to notice because now he's placing his cock on her entire mound, his tip rests right above her navel. She shudders at the image both of them create. 

He is so massive. It should make her feel wary or something, she thinks, but she just feels that she's being taken care of and protected by this masked vigilante. A man that's capable of eradicating crime without mercy in Gotham streets is also able to worship her body and make her feel safe whenever she's with him, making her feel so wanted.

See, her thoughts have wandered into deeper territory she doesn't wish to visit—at least not right now anyway, when the man above her is about to be balls deep inside of her.

She directs her mind to the present.

Red Hood rubs his cock on her pussy, slathering the underside with her arousal from the orgasms he has drawn from her. 

"I'm not doing my job well if you're able to leave me alone and busy with your thoughts."

"Huh?"

She doesn't think Red Hood realizes that, she's pretty sure she was just lost in her mind for some milliseconds.

Red Hood removes himself from the top of her. She is about to protest but he swiftly sits on his haunches and pumps his cock with his precum and the wet underside of his cock from her arousal, slathering the moistures all over his cock.

Before knowing it, he has positioned himself back above her body.

She knows if hypothetically there's a mirror on her ceiling, she's only able to see his broad shoulders and toned body on the reflection—maybe her thighs if she opened them wide but that's it—because this massive man just simply covers her smaller torso with his. And she likes it more than she ever should.

Red Hood eases his tip inside of her and she feels the relief of having a part of him in her.

She closes her eyes as he keeps feeding her pussy with his cock. 

She can feel the slight pleasant ache that indicates he's working himself deep inside of her. He's probably almost all in now, she thinks.

But when she opens her eyes he's only about halfway inside.

Red Hood's expression indicates that he's holding back, pleasure written all over his face. 

But he is nothing if not relentless, keep pushing hips and drawing back, trying to ease the process. He keeps stuffing her with the rest of his cock centimeter by centimeter.

When he's like four fifths inside her, he groans her name.

"Princess. You're–" he groans, "you're always so tight. But I think this is the tightest you've ever been." 

She preens at his dirty talk. 

"It's you that is so big, Red. Why are you so big, so so big."

Tears gathered in her eyes at the sensation of his fat cock almost fully nestled inside of her. She has never felt like this, so full and whole. And he hasn't even all the way in.

And it's true. He's very considerable, and definitely the biggest one she has ever taken. The first time they're doing this—it was two months after he was wounded in her fire escape and kept visiting her weekly since then, just hanging out and mindlessly talking with her after his patrol—Red Hood was only able to put one third of his cock inside of her because he was afraid he was going to break her, even though she was begging him to just put the rest of it inside. Afterwards he was making it up to her by eating her out until she couldn't feel her thighs because of how he was holding her down so she couldn't squirm away from his ministrations.

Red Hood growls in her ear, cupping her tit and harshly playing with her nipple.

"You're flattering me so much, my sun."

My sun. Her nickname from him after learning the meaning of her name. It makes her feel buzzing that has nothing to do with him currently working his cock to be buried deep inside of her body.

Red Hood swaps his fingers with his hot mouth, his teeth pulling at her peaked brown nipple. 

"Ah!"

Red Hood puts his forehead on hers.

His minty breath fanning her hair as he stuffs the rest of his cock while also keeps distracting her from the stretch by circling her areola with her tongue and sucking on her nipple and globe of tit—leaving hickeys, switching between right to left.

Until he accomplishes the thing that she has wanted since the first time they slept together: the entirety of his fat cock inside of her pussy.

"Redredredredoh."

She feels intense stretch and pleasure she has never felt before, feeling his cock stretch her and the length of it reach a part inside her no one has ever been able to go. 

She feels so incredibly full.

"That's it. It's all in. You take all of my cock. Your tiny cunt is able to swallow all of me."

Red Hood kisses the rivulets that sliding down her cheek away, licking them clean.

She squeezes her inner muscles at the praises and the gesture and he groans, deep rumbles of sound from his chest.

She can feel every ridge of his cock, his veins rubbing deliciously against her walls. 

She has to bite her lips to contain her mewls.

"We're a tight fit. You're so good for me, so perfect."

She moans at his praises. 

Curious, she looks down at the part where they're joined.

A tiny gasp leaves her at the sight. 

Her lower stomach has a bulge from his cock residing inside.

Red Hood touches the indentation on her lower stomach, pressing on where his cock is nestled deep in her. 

"Look where I am inside of you."

He says as he keeps the pressure on her skin.

"You're–you're so deep."

She breathes out, seeing the proof of how different their bodies are—how big, how massive he is compared to her regular size, sending minds into so many directions.

He caresses the bump with his hand like it's the first time he has ever witnessed this. 

"It's the first time I have ever left something like this."

He says as if he knows what she's thinking about. 

"You're so beautiful like this."

She whimpers, her blown wide dark brown eyes seeing his beautiful rugged face above her. Even though he's always with his mask, his beauty has never been able to be obscured by it.

Red Hood kisses her deep, his mask digging on her face. His arms beside her head are strained, holding his body from crushing her smaller one.

His kiss is bruising, his teeth scraping against her upper and lower lips equally. He swipes his tongue, demanding an entrance to her mouth that she immediately grants. His tongue swipes hers, their saliva strings connected and messy between their lips.

Red Hood starts to move his hips, drawing his cock in and out of her in an experimental thrust, his fingers rubbing on her engorged clit. She lets out a pleasurable sigh.

Seeing her body has adjusted to the feel of his entire length intruding her slick walls, he repeats the motion much quicker and she screams at how her throbbing pussy being speared over and over again by his thick cock, always managed to be balls deep and bottoming out inside of her tight cunt everytime.

Her hand tugs on the silky strands of his dark hair.

"You're created for me, made for taking my cock nice and whole."

Red Hood says each word in between each of his deep thrusts. He grunts on her ears, the sounds making her cunt gushing. 

Her eyes roll to the back of her head by the carnal pleasure of his heavy thrusts and his dirty praises. 

She sobs on his shoulder, long black hair wildly fanning on her soft pink pillow and her bed.

But instead of telling him to slow down, she tells him, "Harder, please. Give your all."

Red Hood always obliges her, she doesn't have to ask him twice. That's what he wants as well, but he wanted to build up the pleasure. But her asking him to do so without his initiative, it just spurs him on.

He plows her cunt roughly, the drags of his thick cock and its ridges sets her nerves on fire. She accepts the pleasure borderline on oversensitivity gladly. She takes them all like a champ. Partly because it's a hassle to thrust up her hips against his powerful one but also because she wants this, badly. 

Beads of his sweats rolling down his cheeks, dropping on his light stubble and dropping on her tits. He swipes it away, fondling her tits and squeezing them. He pinches the erect peak and then closes his mouth on one of them, biting it hard. She cries, an orgasm tearing out of her by him, again for the nth time tonight.

"Red, you're so big, so deep. So deep." 

She babbles the only words she can only think of at this time. 

Her mind is completely blank with the way his cock keeps making space inside of her deeper and deeper as if it's still possible. 

"So big, oh God. Big. So thick… my tiny cunt." 

She looks like she's delirious with the height he brings her, the words that will make her hide her face with her hands if she ever remembers she ever speaks of them. 

His chest rumbles at her mindless dirty praises to him, his eyes almost rolling to the back of his head, his sacks drawn tighter, preparing to blow his massive loads. 

If she keeps praising him like this with the cute and ethereal blissed out face of hers, messy but glowing black hair tangling on his fingers, and glistening skin of hers, he isn't sure he's able to hold on longer. He has been holding his orgasm since he was eating her out hours ago.

"Where do you want me, angel?"

Red Hood asks, grunting and panting above her. 

"Inside, please. Please cum inside of me, Red."

Red Hood growls at her consent and then draws his hips for the last time sending a deep, deep harsh thrust—that will send her head knocking against her headboard if he isn't currently clutching her hips to the point of bruising—until he's fully sheathed and bottoming out inside of her, the deepest he has been tonight, both of them sure—then losing himself in the height of his powerful climax.

A bodily shudder goes through her, her teary screams of pleasure are sure audible for her nearest neighbors.

Red Hood chants her name as his hot, thick white cum flows inside of her cunt, flooding her insides.

It's so much, too much. 

The streams of his hot cum is somehow a relief but also making her oversensitive. She doesn't think anyone is able to give that much of cum in one climax, but she thinks—as her mind cleared by her most powerful peak tonight—he must have been holding his orgasm since he ate her out hours ago. 

God knows if she were in his place—giving him blowjob multiple times until he climaxes—she wouldn't be able to hold hers and would probably orgasm alongside him with his cock deep in her throat. She shudders at her imaginative thought, not entirely against it—but Red Hood sure is, he likes the act of giving more than receiving.

She squirms because he hasn't stopped pumping his seed inside of her—balls still half drawn tight—but he shushes her and flicks her clit to calm her down from oversensitivity. 

She's just there, lying blissfully where the broad shouldered man above her cooing at her and praising her for doing so good for him and but she's in between wakefulness and sleep. She feels it when his cock sends the last spurts of his cum inside of her, but he doesn't move until he has softened in her, then carefully pulled out of her.

Red Hood is lying down beside her, hasn't drawn his pants and briefs up. 

He can feel the heavy stare of eyes in between her thighs, so she looks down on her body too.

Their combined fluids are a sticky white mess between her thighs, the blob of it peeking out from between her folds—not to mention the rest of his massive load inside of her cunt that probably will dribble down if she is as much as sitting down, she can't imagine if she tries to stand or walk, if she's able to in the first place, which she thinks she doesn't. 

The man beside her has wrecked her pussy with his cock and taken her ability to stand for at least until this morning, the feeling of it will definitely last for a week though.

As if senses that she needs to clean up but can't, he stands, drawing his pants and briefs up without zipping the former—probably for easy clean up—and walking to her bathroom. He's there for two minutes—she checks her bedside clock—and then comes back with his pants zipped up, hair much tidier, and a wet, warm soft towel on his hand.

He sits on the edge of the bed, cleaning the stickiness on her thighs and the white blob of cum that peeking out from her labia—the latter carefully because he knows she is overstimulated after everything—and then goes back to the bathroom to deposit it in her basket of dirty clothes.

When he's back again, she's slightly moving her body up—still laying down, though—holding her stuffed animal in her naked form in between the shallow valley of her tits, the sight making him smile. He sits at the side of the bed, drawing her blanket up until it covers her navel. 

He reaches for a bottle of water she has on her nightstand. Opening the cap, he offers it to her and because her head is only leveled up by her pillows at the back of her head and neck, some of it spills down her torso and slightly dampened her stuffie. 

"Pengu!"

"Pengu is okay, she's a penguin."

He retorts before drinking the rest of the water. 

She gives him her playful stink eyes, but says nothing and tries to rub the water with her blanket, even though it's obvious has been absorbed by the material of her stuffed animal.

She is still drying Pengu, so it surprises him when she asks, "Are you going to go, soon?"

"Do you want me to?"

He usually goes right after cleaning up, no hard feelings and anything.

But something is different in the air today, and he doesn't want to examine it further, but he knows he wants to stay here at least for some more hours.

"No."

She still hasn't looked at him, holding Pengu to her chest, so he pinches her chin up and kisses her.

"Okay, I will stay. Maybe until you sleep?"

She nods at him, her little smile is everything to him.

He lies down beside her, heads on the stack of her fluffy soft pink pillows that smells so her—peony and lychee scented perfume she wears—clothes intact and all, just without his belt and holster that are lying on her bedroom floor, but that's his problem for later. 

For now, he caresses her hair and holds his head close to his chest until she falls asleep.

mariea's notes: wow, you made it here! technically, this fic is crossposted from my ao3 account, i wrote it in september 2023. slightly modified. and i mind slight. you can head to my account (link on my pinned) if you're curious about the change i made lol. anyway thanks for reading <3

[fullgrade-blog]

Room Study Research Paper

Room Study Research Paper

Part 1 is a written project to include a minimum of five photographs (5 points) to help with your final drawing and 3-5 resources (10 points). 

PROJECT REQUIREMENTS: For the written portion of the assignment. 1.) 

topic:  Interior: Villa Mariea, 1938-1941 Normarkka, Finland, Alvar Alto

1.)(5 points) Introduction: Identify completely the room you’ve chosen to work with from the interiors…

[jasontoddsdarling]

keep thinking about my fictional little family... then this drabble surrounding my dad!jason todd and mom!reader and their baby girl is born :3

the first drabble will be inspired by this video, but the opposite of what's happening there.

rora todd (my kid oc from one of my fics, link of the account is on my pinned!) cries when one day jason comes back home after like two weeks out of the country for conferences. he got himself a fortnight beard. rora will greet jason in front of the door, jason hides his face with one of souvenirs bag he got for her and boom she cries because she is like who the hell is this man? that's not my papa... and mom!reader can only hides her giggle when jason sends her a help me look. their daughter has never seen him with this kind of facial hair— at most it's only his five o'clock shadow, usually keeps his beard shaves everyday. it's understandable that little rora is confused.

it'll end up with them co-sleeping with her in their king-size bed, she's in between her parents. but instead of being in the center like usual, she clings into her mamabear's side—occasionally looking at jason and her lips trembles. her mom can only give her husband sympathetic look. though when rora falls asleep, she'll be perfectly at the center—she will roll to jason's side and her mama will scoot over to her. even after her little drama her subconscious knows she's her dad's little angel, lol. (and jason's just happy his whole world is in his embrace again after days not being with them, he missed them like crazy when he was away).

best believe though the first thing jason does in the morning is shaving his beard lol. he cannot stand the way his daughter cannot stand his beard. when rora wakes up she'll be like, "papa!" with her cute baby scream and her thousand kilowatt smile. it lights up jason's morning instantly.

[jasontoddsdarling]

can we fuck in the bathroom?

— pairing: jason todd x female reader

— words: 1,1k

— tags: smut, bathroom sex, oral sex (male receiving), doggy style, rough sex, creampie

— summary: You suggest Jason something you both have never done. The title speaks for itself.

"Jason.”

“Yes, beloved?” Jason answers you, but he is immersed in his evening read, a literary fiction title you recommended him last month. 

“Can we fuck in the bathroom?"

Jason drops the book he's reading, all of his attention to you. "What?"

You pout. "Can a girl not suggest her husband to fuck her in the bathroom?" 

"No, princess. I mean of course you can. Just why are you so suddenly… suggesting it?"

"Nothing. I just want us to do it. We have never done it there!"

"Oh right...." 

Jason begins to have his pondering look.

That's all he says. For thirty seconds long, you count.

You're getting kind of flustered—you brave yourself up, bringing it up to him about an unusual place (for the two of you at least) to have sex outside of the bedroom, but you chalk it up with bored expression. And impatient. It's evening already, for God's sake. Ended up fucking in the bathroom or not, you're going to have to shower anyway.

"If you don't want to, I will have to shower alone.” You walk away. “I might play with myself, though." 

"Don't you dare, princess." Jason growls.

You giggle inside. That last line's merely you being a tease, but Jason's actually taking your bait. You're getting the reaction out of him.

"Then come and get me." 

You walk away to the direction of you two's bedroom—where your bathroom is located, but not without sending him a sultry gaze.

That's how you end up like this. 

Knees on the cold tiles on the bathroom floor, your pretty lips around his cock. His hand is on the back of your head holding your wavy raven black hair into a makeshift ponytail. 

You try to suppress your gag reflex, sucking him as much as you can. He's not small or average by any means. His cock is hot and hard with considerable girth and length that's not a match for your small mouth.

But you manage to suck three fourths of him in. He hit the back of your throat. You can feel your tears on your waterline, sliding down your cheeks.

"That's it. Fuck. Just like that, princess."

He reaches with his other hand to caress your face and swipe your fallen tears.

You know he's about to cum when his breath is very labored.

You start to service him more eagerly, not trying to suck him as much as you can anymore but more about the speed and intensity of your sucking. His length that cannot fit inside your mouth is getting stroked with your hands, which you need both of them to accommodate his girth.

"Fuck. Fucking hell, princess."

He immediately removes his hand on your hair and his cock from inside your warm mouth. 

You pout, confused, but then he holds you by your upper arms to get you up.

He spins you around, facing yourself with your bathtub. His hands push your back to bend down on the bathtub lip, your cute ass up. You can feel the heat of his length on your puffy pussy lips.

Jason doesn't even need to wet it anymore with your slick because you already did a great job with your lips and mouth. When you turn your head around, he holds his cock with his hand—his other's tight on your waist. He motions you to turn your head and not facing him.

Jason shoves his cock inside your cunt.

You gasp at the intrusion and the delicious stretch. 

Jason groans behind you. 

He plows you like there's no tomorrow, dragging you back and forth with his hand, making a rhythm with the thrust of his cock. His pelvis claps with your ass and the back of your thighs, his full and drawn tight balls hitting your clit. 

You can only take it all like a good girl because his grip on your waist is strong, you don't even want to attempt to fuck yourself back on his cock.

"You feel so damn good, princess. So tight and sucking me crazy, fuck."

You moan at his praise. 

He feels so damn good too. Too good in fact. His massive cock hitting all the right spots on the walls of your cunt. You feel like you're closer and closer to your orgasm, and he hasn't yet touched your clit with the rough pads of his fingers that's always finished you into the big O.

When he hits your G-Spot, you let out your whiniest mixture of moan and scream you've ever known. 

"Right there, yeah, princess?" 

You can only nod weakly.

Jason draps his weight on you, the front of his massive body with all of his strong and defined abdominal muscles glory against your back. His hands are on your tits, encompassing your entire—what he dubbed to you as—perfect sized tits under his palm, your peaked nipples in between his middle and ring fingers.

He fastens the pace of his fucking. It's now all rough and filthy. Your moan reverberates in the bathroom, his groan alongside it.

Before you know it, stars explode behind your eyelids. You can hear someone's scream, but you don't know whose. You feel like you're floating on the soft cloud that brings you up and up and up to the far skies. Everything is muted and static noise in your head. 

It's few seconds later after the fog in your head has dissipated a bit that you realize that: 1) you've had your orgasm, 2) that scream was yours because you orgasmed—vaginal orgasm, without any stimulation on your clit, and 3) Jason's still fucking you amidst your high.

"That's so hot, princess."

Jason chuckles between his fucking. You feel a bit overstimulated but it's not something that you cannot handle. Especially after hearing the hitch on Jason's breath. 

He's very very close.

You tighten your vaginal muscles voluntarily. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're a minx, aren't you?" Jason chuckles tantalizingly. 

You know he loves it, because the next second he roughly plows into the heat of your cunt. His arms strongly wrapped under your tits like his last lifeline that tethered him to you. "Take it. Take it all, princess."

You moan wantonly when he's coming inside of you. His warm thick cum paints your vaginal walls and it makes you feel dizzy. Your puffy tight cunt flutters around his girth, trying to keep it all inside. 

Jason, slowly coming back from his high, is nuzzling your neck and peppering kisses on it and your jaw. He's still inside of you, looking at how he stuffs you to the brim and opens your puffy lips apart to reveal how tight you are gripping him. 

"I think we should do this more often, don't you think, pretty girl? Also, we're not done yet."

mariea's note: i need him in my mouth so bad i had to write this ☹️

[jasontoddsdarling]

snow angels

— casts: jason todd x reader, aurora todd (my kid oc)

— words: 1,515

— tags: fluff, winter, family fic, family fluff, kid fic

— summary: It's Aurora Todd first winter and you two decide she should experience the ultimate first time under the snow: building some snowmen and one or two castles. And apparently also snow angels along the way.

Heavy snowfall from yesterday—that kept everyone inside the house all day long—resulted in a thick layer of snow in the backyard. You, Jason, and your fourteen months old daughter, Aurora, included. You two even built her a blanket fortress from the pile of her soft baby blankets. She was very fond of it.

Today, Jason and you decide to bring her outside. 

It's her first winter, thus the first time she will experience the snowfall that blanketed the city like icing sugar dusted on a beignet.

Earlier, Jason had shoveled the snow that piled up in front of the front and back door. Thankfully, it wasn't blocking the doors that bad or else you'd feel bad about not helping him—even though he had insisted on doing it himself because she was cranky waking up and you'd have to feed her.

Now, though, your daughter is so awake and definitely not cranky anymore.

Jason has put his shovel back to the garage and changed his clothes to newer one—he had managed to sweat and drenched his sweater, and he's currently sporting a new sweater that matches the ones that you and your daughter wear.

“Papa.”

You put Aurora on her colorful foam puzzle mat. Jason, who is just getting out of your bedroom, smiling when he spots her.

“Who's going to play with snow today?”

Jason sits down on the edge of the mat and he beckons his daughter to his lap.

Aurora enthusiastically walks toward him—with her brand new baby boots that you just put on her, a big smile with her four small teeth showing.

“Nou.”

She perches her little legs on one of his thighs. You gasp and cannot help but grin. Did she just say a new word just now? Nou. Snow.

Jason beams. You can see his eyes shine with proudness.

“Yeah, snow. Snow! You, Mama, and Papa will go outside and we can build some snow castles and snowmen. Now, you need to wear these warm mittens first, okay?”

You observe the two loves of your life while packing a little thermos of jasmine tea to drink outside. These two always without fail put a smile on your face.

And oh, Jason is wearing gloves with the same color theme too because, of course, he would not want to be excluded in the matching outfits shenanigans of you and your daughter. We've to match as a cute little family, Jason had said so almost a year ago—after for the third time you and Aurora had matching outfits and he was being excluded; which in your defense, most husbands don't really care about matching outfits with their baby daughter, but you learnt it wasn't the case with Jason.

Jason tugs Aurora's mittens to make sure it's right before holding her in his arms and standing up, walking towards you who stands beside the dining table.

“Come on, Mama.” He squishes his cheek on Aurora's, whispering to pretend as if it's your daughter who’s saying that.

Aurora giggles. “Mama, mama.”

You bend down a little to kiss her rosy cheeks—and Jason steals a kiss from you when you stand straight after that—and the three of you are ready to mess with snow.

Jason has finished building one snow castle just now. It's a cool snow castle, in your opinion—considering he's only using some plastic snow toys for kids that you got for Aurora.

The kid in question sits on your lap, and is currently playing with the scallop shell plastic mold and making her nth crooked shell shaped snows with so much interest, completely oblivious to what her dad has been doing.

“Rora, look!” You pat her tiny leg gently. “Look. Papa has built you a little snow castle!”

You point your finger at the 1 meter tall snow figure. When Aurora looks up from her stuff, her eyes brighten and she moves her arms and legs excitedly, wiggling and trying to stand up from your lap.

You help her stand on her own little feet, her tiny boots scrunch the snow.

“Papa. Nou.”

Jason—who just put a twig on the center of the castle as a fake flag—grins. He waved his hands, beckoning her to walk towards him and the snow castle.

“Papa, papa.”

Aurora walks giddily.

You walk at a snail's pace to ensure that she steps safely, because you know sometimes babies and toddlers can be quite clumsy, and your daughter is no exception.

Aurora is two meters before landing herself in his dad's arm when, instead, she's landing backwards on a pile of fluffy snow with a very dull thud.

“Rora!”

Jason and you immediately shout at the same time and in less than two seconds both of you are in front of her.

Aurora is silent for a second, that you are almost panicking, but then she bursts into a fit of giggles. She moves her arms and legs in ups and downs motion, unknowingly making herself a snow angel.

“Mama, Papa.”

Aurora waves her mittens clad tiny hands. She wants you two to do what she's doing.

“Well, I guess we're making snow angels too.” 

“I know. I am just glad she isn't crying.”

You release your breath you know you were holding.

You lie down beside your daughter on one side and Jason on her other side and you two proceed to make your own snow angels.

After it is quite deep, Jason gets up from where he's lying down and takes some photos of you and Aurora with his phone and instant camera he hides inside his deep coat pockets.

“One, two, three. Smile!”

And so, the next ten minutes, Jason takes a lot of photos of you and Aurora in front of the snow castle.

“These are so cute.”

It's 8:30 pm. You and Jason just put Aurora to sleep in her room, you're lying on bed with your head propped on a pillow and Jason's shoulder.

You scroll on Jason's gallery, currently landing on the selfie of you, Jason, and little Aurora in front of the snow castle and the two snowmen on each side of the castle—snowmen that later the three of you built after snow angels' antics. The snowmen are guards, Jason had said.

Jason's shuffling and looking at the printed photos he (and you) took with the instant camera, while occasionally brushing your raven black hair that fans the pillow.

“Lovely snow angels.” Jason mutters.

You laugh. You immediately scroll towards one picture of the three of you as snow angels. “Yeah, that one was cute too. It's fortunate that you brought your tripod outside so we could take a photo with the three of us as snow angels.”

“I meant this.”

Jason shows you one printed photo from the instant camera.

“Oh.”

It is a photo of you and Aurora as snow angels, the sunlight reflecting on the snow and bouncing a very faint light on your smiling faces.

“That’s…” You almost can't say a thing. “So beautiful.”

“I know.”

“You're very talented, Jason.” You look up and give him a soft smile.

“It's not as much talent as what's the subject of the photography.”

“Hey.” You can't help but chide him.

“It's true.”

“It's not.”

“It is.” Jason says with a finality. He puts all—the photos except the one on your hand—on the nightstand beside him.

“Both of you are just the loveliest snow angels. My literal angels.”

“Oh, Jason…”

“My only angels. You and Aurora.”

That's it.

You drag his face towards you with one of your hands behind his neck. You kiss him deeply and slowly. You can feel his pulse beneath your fingers and run your hand up and down his nape.

Jason shudders and he kisses you deeper, if it's possible, and you let out a small moan.

Jason shudders and he kisses you deeper, if it's possible, and you let out a small moan.

At last, you separate your faces from each other to inhale some air.

“Jason, I love you so much.” You caress his jawline, looking at his perfect shade of viridian eyes.

“I love you more.” He looks at you as fondly. Sometimes it's hard to breathe everytime he does that.

“I love you more and more.”

“I love you–”

And that's where you two hear a cry from Aurora's room. She's awake.

“I think trying to tell us she's agreed that I love you more.” Jason snickers.

You huff, moving your body to get up from the bed. “She's trying to tell us she wants to co-sleep with us again tonight.”

“That's fair too. Still, I love you more and more and more, though.”

“It’s me, actually, but I will let you win.”

You almost land your feet on the floor when Jason immediately stands up.

“Let me get her or I love you more and more and more.”

You can't believe your husband's antics but you smile ear to ear nonetheless.

“Fair. Go get her, Papabear.”

“On it, Mamabear.”

Jason shouts I love you more and more and more when he's in another room with Aurora's “Papa” accompanying it.

mariea's note: guess who decide to go all in and repost the fic from my ao3 here? anyway here's the og appearance of my jason todd's kid oc aurora "rora" todd 🤍