#ph rev

[radyo-kabaw]

Utak ng Rebolusyon

this comic is more about Aguinaldo, but I’ll find a way to draw Mabini too :) he was in Laguna for health reasons, but in the last panel, he’s probably taking some time to reply to some letters because that man didn’t quit.

Apolinario Mabini, Revolutionary, Cesar Adib Majul

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / insta

[bini-style]

The girls wore these Nike Air Force 1 Mid x Off-White sneakers in white during their performance at the UP Fair 2024: REV Music Festival.

[attila-werther]

reading a rizal biography bc you can't do rizal without bonifacio and coming across a brutus-cassius conspiracy parallel in this. delicious.

[vintagelasvegas]

Christ Church Episcopal, Las Vegas – 1908, 1955.

(1) Northeast corner of 2nd & Carson, 1908. The church was in service from Aug. 1908 until Spring '54. The property was sold to finance the construction of a new church and was soon torn down.

(2) 2000 S. Maryland Pkwy, 1955. Led by Rev. T. Malcolm Jones, the new church was built by Lembke, Clough and King, Inc. A portion of the new property was given to the parish by Jessie Hunt, widow of Leigh S.J. Hunt. Rev. Jones was killed 1/19/55. The new church was dedicated 3/3/55.

Wanda Ball Moser Photographs (PH-00030), and the Historic Building Survey Photograph Collection (PH-00345), UNLV Special Collections & Archives. Local Notes. Las Vegas Age, 6/13/08; Arlene Deutch. Christ Church Espicopal Barely Missing Being City's Oldest, Grows Steadily During 49 Years. Review-Journal, 10/9/55; John Przybys. Christ Church celebrates centennial. Review-Journal, 11/20/2007.

[laurentbis]

Ph. Thibault Gaëtan Dubroca, rev

[be-my-ally]

hi! hello! welcome!!!

I'm currently fuelling my elvis obsession by reading and writing copious amounts of fics, so uh, if you're looking for elvis smut you've come to the right place?

Basically everything I write, and a lot of what I talk about, is 18+ though so please bear that in mind + minors please do not interact!

my requests are currently paused and my masterlist with warnings + summaries can be found under the keep reading line below along with a little list of my WIPs.

Masterlist

Big Bunny (4.5 parts)

summary: playboy bunny x 1974+ elvis. Smut, angst, lots of fun in the sky.

warnings: 18+, sex (oral - p+v receiving, p in v), teeny bit of daddy kink, elvis watching reader + another bunny kiss, panic attack, video watching and making. mentions of drug usage, and Elvis' health. 1973/4-1977, bondage.

Suspicious Minds (currently 3 parts)

summary: reader x 1970 elvis & an alternative take with reader x 1961/2 elvis. What would be Elvis' reaction to you confronting him about his penchant for having multiple girls on the go/feeling the need to kiss everyone with a pulse.

warnings: 18+, oral, sex (p in v), possessive!elvis, perhaps an element of dubcon - inspired by *that* comment by priscilla, arguing as foreplay, pregnancy + mentions of infertility. 

Do You Mind? (currently 3 parts)

summary: Reader x Elvis meet cute early-mid 60s (exact year tbd); Reader is having a terrible time at a party, but so is Elvis and the night vastly improves for both of them when Reader stumbles into the room Elvis has hidden himself away in.

warnings: none, fluffy!

Empty Promises (currently 3 parts)

summary: reader x 1963(ish)-5 elvis. The beginning stages of a relationship, dating Elvis + then what can only be described as pure smut as you attempt to seduce him into taking your virginity/as he attempts to 'train you up' + 'teach ya how to take a man'.

warnings: 18+, daddy kink, spanking, thigh riding, fingering (v receiving), oral (p + v receiving), masturbation, phone sex, innocence kink/lots of discussions of virginity.

One Shots

"...Elvis has left for Graceland." reader x 1974 elvis, smut in a jumpsuit.

Wet Bikini reader x 70s elvis, fun in the pool!

The Divorce Decision reader x 70s elvis, angst with a happy ending.

The Seatbelt Sign Is On reader x 75-7 elvis, bondage - big bunny vignette.

Requests

Attention needed reader purposefully makes elvis jealous.

Let Yourself Go reader x bde, reader doesn't believe girls can orgasm - e sets out to prove you wrong.

Treat me nice a 2 for 1 of giving 1957-9 elvis, and 1971-3 elvis a blowjob.

I wouldn’t tell you no lie innocent reader's first time seeing a man, and what a man 1968-71 elvis is.

Prompt Fills

Do it again. Please. reader x 1967 elvis, on honeymoon - pure smut.

Caught in a Trap the suspicious minds alternative take (Also linked there).

Paradise: Old Army Uniform Style reader x 1964-6 elvis, who in the midst of the press surrounding his body while filming PHS tries on his old army uniform.

His Harley Girl reader x 1974 elvis, sex on a motorcycle - elvis takes reader for a ride.

Sobering Up reader x 1972/3 elvis, post-girl’s night out.

Splashing Around oc x 1957 elvis, kinda first date vibes, having fun in the summer heat in the Graceland pool.

Splashing Around (chapter 2) oc x 1957 elvis, more first date vibes - she *gets to dry his hair*

Before the Draft Notice oc x 1957 elvis, there's dealign with elvis' emotions, kissing, and a minor little fight.

Snowballs and Kisses (same universe as splashing around!) CHRISTMAS!

A Tour of The Penthouse reader x 1973 elvis, vegas one-night stand (at the moment).

Vegas Calling reader x 1975 elvis, established relationship - long distance phone call.

All Revved Up oc x 1970 elvis, established relationship, elvis is buying a new car and Laura thinks he looks good doing it.

Throw Me oc x 1974 elvis, somewhat established relationship; Olivia's been invited to Graceland for the week and Elvis takes the opportunity to teach her some moves.

Autumn Leaves Falling Down it's autumn 1972, and Elvis' girl on the side, Laura (from All Revved Up), who is no longer the girl on the side -- has come to stay at Graceland. There's the Memphian, an attempt at a trip to the morgue, and Elvis in a sweater - oh, and smut.

I Feel The Earth Move for the prompt ‘something weather related’ - elvis and reader are out for a drive in a storm & are forced to seek shelter in reader’s childhood home - sweet, fluffy smut ensues.

WIPs (in no particular order)

it’s vegas baby

I wouldn't tell you no lie #2

[carisi-dreams]

Fictober 2023

Prompt number: #15, “Fine, explain it to me.” Fandom (AU if applicable): Law & Order: SVU Pairing: Sonny Carisi x Reader, Motorcycle!AU Rating: M Warnings/Tags: Warnings: not safe for work, profanity, sexual content; Tags: AU

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This takes place right after the previous Fictober 2023 fill and is very en ess eff double u!

“I heard you earlier, Sonny,” you said tightly as you crossed your arms across your chest. “And I know that, anyway. I know, okay? But I don’t want to have this conversation again right now.”

“There’s only a conversation,” Sonny came down on the last word hard with dripping sarcasm, “because you keep lying to me. Little or big, doesn’t make a difference.” He threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

“Don’t get high and mighty on me,” you started, revving up even though you’d just said you didn’t want to talk about it. “Leaning on this ‘no lying’ shit this heavy is a bit rich coming from a goddamn outlaw.” 

“I’m the goddamn outlaw, that’s right,” Sonny growled. His hands came to square your hips on the bed. “Which means that I have a ph motherfucking D in lying.” You clenched your jaw and looked up into his eyes stormily. “But that’s not how this whole partnership thing is supposed to go.”

“Fine, explain it to me,” you said defiantly.

“We’re going home,” Sonny said lowly. “Together. Now.” He stood in one lithe movement. The leather of his worn kutte squeaked slightly and you heard a cheer go up in the other room. “I don’t give a shit about this party and if you want to sit and brood, you can do that in the house we have spent a lot of energy into making a home.”

The air crackled and the mood shifted into something slow, sweet, and bitter - molasses. 

“You want to stay, let’s stay,” you insisted as you stood up from the bed and stepped close to him. Stubbornness and pettiness stirred a dangerous cocktail within you. “I don’t give a goddamn where we are right now.”

Sonny’s hands came up on his hips and he took a step forward towards you. The frame of the bed dug into your calves as you took a step back automatically. He took another step forward and you side stepped him to stand in front of the door. There was a dark look in his eye as he half looked over his shoulder at you from under his eyelids. He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth again and tilted his head contemplatively. When you shifted your weight - from impatience, budding arousal, or nervousness, you weren’t really sure - his eyes dropped to your hips and then came back up to your face in a slow meandering line. Sonny stalked towards you slowly and his maintained eye contact seemed to pin your feet to the floor. You had the distinct feeling that you were now the rabbit and he was the coyote.

“You’ve got a mighty dirty mouth tonight, doll,” Sonny drawled as he tucked his chin and tilted his head to maintain eye contact even as he now towered over you. 

A step back had your shoulder blades colliding with the door behind you. There was nowhere for you to go and Sonny still hadn’t even touched you. Anticipation ratcheted up and the molasses turned golden in your mouth, like honey. Your mouth went dry even as the space between your legs dampened.

In lieu of a response, you rolled your eyes and cocked your hip. Sonny smirked at your bravado and finally dropped one of the hands from his hips. Unrushed he brought it up to your mouth and traced your lips lazily. A white hot path followed in his finger’s wake and your lips tingled without ever having been kissed. When you nipped his finger suddenly he drew back in surprise and then chuckled lowly.

“It’s good that you’ve still got that fighting spirit.” 

Sonny pressed against you, but you refused to try to back away this time. There wasn’t anywhere for you to go even if you had wanted to. He had you pinned and was barely touching you. And almost worst than all, he knew that you liked it. He knew that you were letting him hew you in. He knew that this is what you needed - him in charge, him calling the shots, him overwhelming you so that your brain would finally stop buzzing. Sonny had been right, much more than you’d given him credit for, and he watched the realization flicker across your face and answered it with a slight, smug smile.

“I told you that I can see what’s been in front of my face for a long time,” he said lowly. 

The smell of alcohol wafted off of his breath into your face as he ducked his head slowly to bring his nose right against yours, but it wasn’t a turn off. If anything, it made your blood heat even more because this was raw Sonny singularly focused on you. You leaned up to close the distance between your mouths, but he caught your shoulders in his hands and pressed you back against the door.

“I hope you still don’t give a goddamn where we are right now, doll,” Sonny rasped before ducking his mouth to your neck. 

His grip on your shoulders was firm and just this side of not hurting, but there was no mistaking the reminder that he had you pinned deliberately. You hissed when his teeth closed on the delicate skin of your neck and when you squirmed he tightened his hold on your arms but pulled his mouth away. 

“Because I’m going to fuck you against this door.” Sonny kept going even when you inhaled sharply through your nose. “And if you don’t keep those pretty lips pressed very firmly together.” He stole in for a quick kiss and you strained to chase his mouth before he pulled out of a reach with a chuckle that made your face go hot. “If you don’t keep those pretty lips pressed together, everyone is going to hear you.” He bent low to whisper the last part in your ear and you squirmed against his grip again.

“Sonny–”

He cut off your plea with a shake of his head and a hand over your mouth.

“You didn’t want to have a conversation, so let’s not talk.”

In a single motion, Sonny turned you around so that you were facing the door as he adjusted his hand over your mouth. Now, your back pressed firmly to his front and he pressed on your mouth a little, making you arch your back into his chest. When you rolled your hips back into his he chuckled again and you didn’t care this time. Wanton with arousal, you played the cards you had.

“Tsk tsk,” he admonished. The reprisal was short lived because he dropped his hand from your mouth to the front of your jeans. His fingers were warm when they pushed under the hem of your shirt to rest on your lower belly. His pinky edged under your waistband and your arousal grew. “None of that, sweetheart. We’re on my timeline.”

“Then, hurry the fuck up,” you gritted out with a heavy weight on the profanity. Testing him. “Or did you drink too much and now you’re all promises and limp cactus.”

“Cute,” Sonny said drily. A hand slid into the back of your hair and gripped the base of your skull with the flatness of his palm pressed against you firmly. With his other hand, he grabbed your right one and forced it against the bulge in the front of his jeans. “You tell me if that’s thorny enough for you, darling.”

Your mind went helpfully blank and you said nothing. For a moment, all you could hear was the blood in your ears and loudness of your breath. Behind it, the sound of breaking glass preceded an uproar on the other side of the door and you leaned forward to let your forehead press against the wood. 

“Good girl,” Sonny rasped lowly. 

He guided your wrist to the door over your head and pressed it firmly before releasing it. You kept your hand still and he murmured appreciatively again as he kicked your left foot out to widen your stance. 

“Good girls get rewarded,” he promised in the same voice that had the hair on the back of your neck standing up and the arousal between your legs dripping. 

Your face burned again as you anticipated his reaction when he found out just how wet you were. He guided your other hand to press next to your right hand on the door and then caught your wrists in his grip. This time, when he pressed his crotch against you and you pressed back he didn’t admonish you.

His free hand somehow made quick work of the button and zipper on your jeans and not for the first time you felt a zing at the base of your spine realizing that he was still just as deft after drinking as he was sober. When had you missed this? This sharper, deadlier Sonny. When had he learned to balance this sloppiness with this…precision? You didn’t have any time to follow that train of thought any longer because he was roughly tugging your jeans down enough to slip over your ass and down your thighs. His hand cupped you and you exhaled strongly and let your head loll back to meet his shoulder.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” It was a rhetorical question and still you made to answer before he ran his middle finger along your slit outside of your panties. He pulled the answer from you instead. You moaned before you could catch it and this time you felt him chuckle. “Doll, you’re very wet.” Sonny’s tone was almost conversational and when you squirmed he tightened his grip on the hand capturing your wrists above your head. “Very.”

“Son-ny!” Your face sharply rose on the end of his name as he pulled your panties aside and dipped a finger between your folds to encircle your clitoris once.

“I’m going to fuck you,” he said conversationally as he pulled his hand away. 

You could feel his knuckles jostling as he roughly unzipped his pants. They fell to the floor with a loud clatter of the buckle and keys colliding and you swallowed hard. You could feel his length against you and you knew that there was little you could do to make Sonny hurry up. He was going to take you exactly how he wanted to. And he knew that that was exactly what you wanted.

“And you can be as loud as you want,” he continued in the same conversational tone. “Keep your hands exactly where I put them or I’ll stop.” He pressed against them one last time before one hand went to your hair again and the other to your hip.

“My hands are a little preoccupied right now, sweetheart, why don’t you fuck yourself back onto me?” 

You shuddered and the hand in his hair pulled back sharply and made you arch your back. The hand on your hip lined you up and then let go to hold himself firmly at your entrance.

“Push right on back and show me how desperate you are for me,” Sonny murmured.

You longed to press your forehead against the door, feeling bare and exposed, but his grip on your hair wasn’t loosening. Instead, you closed your eyes and sank back, taking him inch by inch until he was fully seated. Sonny nosed against your temple roughly before pressing a small kiss to it. 

“That all you got?”

“I thought you were going to fuck me,” you ground out. 

Sonny laughed and it was a wild bark instead of the chuckle from before. A heavy hand dropped onto the top of your right butt cheek and you flinched a little. He soothed the sting with a squeeze and then gripped either side of your hips in firm hands. You let your forehead rest against the door finally and you’d barely felt it make contact before he was pulling out and pushing back in roughly. It pulled a surprised moan out of you, but he didn’t slow down. 

Immediately, he set a driving pace as he pulled your hips back to meet his and arched your back more to his liking. Your panties caught against your clit roughly where they had been partially pushed out of the way and you knew it was not going to take you long to come. It was like Sonny had sensed that because his strokes got harder and more insistent. His body pressed against yours heavily and you were completely overwhelmed by him. 

“How’s that, doll?” Sonny huffed out. Without seeing his face you could still sense the smugness under his arousal. You could taste how self-satisfied he was and how he was not going to relent unless you wanted him to. “You remember who I am, yet.”

You swore and this time when you let your forehead rest against the door like a prayer you moaned loudly. There was a part of you that wanted other people to hear. You wanted to be claimed and for everyone to remember that you belonged to Sonny. No matter what, you belonged to him. No matter what, he’d take care of anyone and anything else that tried to fuck with you. No matter what, he was unrelenting in his attention and care for you. No matter what. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and you moaned louder.

“Good girl,” he praised in a gentler tone. 

His hips maintained the same unrelenting rhythm before stuttering to a stop for a moment. You opened your mouth to protest, but he pushed you towards and then onto the bed before you could. Bearing you down onto the mattress, he slot himself between your thighs and pressed back into you barely missing a beat. You pressed the side of your face into the pillow and he tugged the fabric away from your mouth before capturing your hands on either side of your head and pressing them firmly into the bed.

“I’ve got you,” Sonny whispered. He kissed the moisture at the corner of your eyes and shifted up to fuck into you in short firm strokes. “I’ve got you, doll.”

“Sonny.” 

Your voice sounded wrecked even to your own ears and you thought for sure he would stop. His worry always won out. But this time, much to your relief, he just kissed the high point of your cheek again and kept driving into you.

“You’re going to come for me.” He pressed his mouth to your ear and his closeness contrasted with the laughter that you could hear in the other room made you melt. Even with the party raging on, his attention was on you.

A knock pounded on the door suddenly and you froze. Your stomach swooped and the breath was pushed out of you as Sonny switched from short strokes to long ones. Unrelenting even with this new distraction.

“No!” Sonny called harshly to whoever was knocking.

“Boss, you’re missing a–”

“Go the fuck away!” Sonny interrupted in the same harsh tone that was at odds with the honeyed tilt of his hips. “Now.”

Heavy footsteps stomped away and you breathed a sign of relief. You couldn’t remember if the door was closed, although only a stupid prospect would be insane enough to open Sonny’s door without permission. Still, you’d seen stupider things in your time.

“Don’t you worry, love,” Sonny soothed with a teasing rasp, “You have my full attention.”

“Please, Sonny,” you pleaded. It was the most you’d said in a while and you could hear the smile in Sonny’s voice when he responded.

“I’ve got you,” he promised. He lay over your back, pressing you deeper into the mattress and himself deeper inside of you. “You’re doing so good for me, doll. You going to come for me?”

You turned your head to press your forehead against the pillow, hiding your face and letting the fabric under your mouth dampen from your ragged open mouthed breathing. Even if you had wanted to answer him, you couldn’t, because your orgasm was suddenly crackling through you like you’d been struck with lighting. It licked up your spine and you moaned his name so loudly that if it hadn’t been muffled in the comforter it definitely would have been heard from the other side of the door.

Sonny swore and his hips stuttered as he came right after you. He rolled his hips a few more times before collapsing into the bed and narrowly missing you. With a clumsy outstretch of his arms, he pulled you back into his chest.

“C’mere,” he murmured as he guided you to turn so that you were facing him. You ducked your chin and avoided his gaze. Feelings of embarrassment and contentment jockeyed to be dominant and embarrassment was winning for the moment. “Love you,” he huffed against your forehead. His lips were warm where they brushed your skin and he tightened his arms around you and let you hide.

“And I’ve got you.”

[touyoufoto]

Ph. Rev Wu (TW)

[faelliely]

Relationship: Lightning McQueen/Jackson Storm

Rating: E

Jackson’s the only one who can possibly understand, the only one who’s broken his records. They’re the fastest men alive and gambling your life for a living means everything else dulls by comparison. Maybe he’s fucked up for wanting this, but he can’t blame himself for yearning the thrill, needing to feel alive.

The race had barely ended when that signature jet black sports car rolled up outside his trailer, tinted windows down and electric track pulsing through the stereo at max volume, the deep rumble of the engine rattling the door frame Lightning was leaning against. Neither of them had even had time to change out of their race suits, the adrenaline of over 200 m/ph still singing in Lightning’s veins.

“Hey, champ,” The rookie took a deep drag of his vape, exhaling the smoke around his words. “Get in.”

And he’d be lying if he didn’t say everything about Jackson’s aggravating personality was kind of hot. Really hot. Rolling his eyes he slid into the passenger seat, threw a poorly-formed excuse back at his crew when they asked if he was really going somewhere with his rival, and Jackson slammed the pedal to the floor, the idling engine roaring to life as they tore away from the track and into the twilight.

Weaving in and out of traffic, Lightning had no idea where they were going, but naively trusted that the other knew what he was doing. There was no way they were obeying the speed limit, Jackson running every red and downshifting to rev the engine as he crossed the double line to pass slower vehicles. Driving like an absolute dick, though Lightning knew he could trust his control, that this was child's play to the talented rookie. Despite his cool demeanor, casually smoking with one elbow resting on the window sill, eyes lidded and lazily gripping the wheel, Lightning knew he was showing off.

And it was working. Unfazed and competent, dark hair in his eyes, shit-eating grin on his pretty face as the smoke curled past his lips. He was raw sex appeal, and the heady bass was hardly the only thing thumping in Lightning’s heart.

They pulled into a parking garage and Jackson killed the engine, beckoning the other to follow him wordlessly. Lightning had barely taken a step into Jackson’s hotel room when the other was on him, fisting one hand in the front of his suit and slamming him up against the closing door, forcing it shut and crushing their lips together.

When they’d started this, Lightning had been taken aback by how aggressive Jackson had been in every aspect of the act. Now he recognised it as passion, craved the energy, gave back as good as he got.

As they broke for air Lightning dragged down the zipper on his own suit, exposing his overheating skin as Jackson latched on to the column of his neck, dragging his tongue up his thundering pulse and sinking his teeth in below his jawline. They had an agreement to no marks where the cameras might see, which meant of course the rookie pushed that boundary every single time they did this.

He’s still so riled up from their race. Lightning hauls him back in for another bruising kiss, tasting the bitter chemical of the vape mixed with a spice that was undeniably him, forcing his tongue past his teeth in an attempt to claim some dominance and taste more. In response he’s pushed to his knees, Jackson shedding his suit over his defined muscles and dragging all 8 inches of his cock out to slap it against Lightning’s face like a complete fuckboy. Three barbells through the frenulum and a ring through the head, because of course a pretentious prick like Jackson Storm had a pierced dick.

They’ve done this enough times now for him to know the drill. Lightning runs his tongue across each piece of metal and swallows down as much as he can in one go, Jackson letting his head fall back so he can look down his nose at him. “You look pretty good from this angle, at my feet.”

Lightning snorts derisively, letting his teeth scrape the underside in retaliation. “Don’t get used to it.”

Jackson roughly fists his blonde hair, forcing him down his length, tears springing in Lightning’s eyes as he struggles to take everything he’s given.

“Don’t tell me our veteran can’t handle me?” Jacskon coos, relentlessly guides the immense length of him past his lips until he chokes. “Oh wait, we already knew that, mister second place.”

It’s always the same kinds of insults, but the humiliation burns through him hotter than any other sex he’s ever had. Lightning thinks there must be something wrong with him, to want this from the man who’s taking everything from him. Knows he’s only a few months off retirement if he can’t keep pace with this asshole, still wants him as deep in his body as he is in his head.

They impatiently move to the spacious double bed and Jackson carelessly tosses him the small bottle from his luggage, makes himself comfortable against the headboard while Lightning shamelessly crawls atop him, so turned on he’s able to slide two fingers into himself with little resistance. He keens, canting his hips forwards so he can feel those barbells drag against his hardness. Can see the thick desire in Jackson’s eyes even as he won’t let himself reward Lightning with any kind of noise.

Personality aside, Jackson is everything he craves. Conventionally attractive, fit, over 6 foot, skilled, sharp and smart, exudes that bad boy aura. But Lightning’s also everything Jackson desires, too. Being in his thirties is hardly old, barely a line on his youthful face, and Lightning’s always been a pretty boy; Jackson knows, had his poster on his wall since he was a kid, was arguably his sexual awakening in his teens. He secretly owns every model spread, not that he’ll ever admit it. But to have the real Lightning McQueen under him like this, to be able to break the legend both on the track and here. It’s the biggest rush of his life, more than just winning, more than being the best.

When Jackson ruthlessly slides the entire length of his cock home in one go, Lightning chokes out a moan, strangled and breathless. He can feel his heart racing, feels every one of those piercings pop past his rim, can barely hear the other mocking him over the white noise ringing in his ears.

“Nobody else gets it. Only I can fuck you like this. Not your fans. Not your dead mentor. Definitely not your little absentee girlfriend. Me.”

And that’s really it, isn’t it. Jackson’s the only one who can possibly understand, the only one who’s broken his records. They’re the fastest men alive and gambling your life for a living means everything else dulls by comparison. Maybe he’s fucked up for wanting this, but he can’t blame himself for yearning the thrill, needing to feel alive.

“I fu-” Lightning drops his head onto his forearms, grits his teeth and whines into the hot air. “-cking hate you.”

Lightning may loathe the man, wants to grind him into the dirt with everything he has, but he’ll never say no to him, to this. Knows he’ll never feel this with anyone else.

“I know. Now shut up, you’re killing my boner.”

Lightning knows it’s a lie, that the rookie loves it when he talks back, doesn’t want a kill unless it’s a fight. Jackson slides his thumb in beside his cock and pulls, Lightning’s jaw dropping in a silent scream. It’s so much, too much.

“Mm, it hurts.” Lightning moans, hands scrabbling for purchase on the comforter as Jackson drags him wider, can feel his orgasm rush up to meet him with the pain of it.

He’s felt himself fly, weightless as he’s thrown back in his seat, the smooth exhilarating hum of his car beneath him as he went faster than anyone before him. It’s not too dissimilar, he thinks, to how it feels to get lost in this pleasure, thrilling and mindless, a rush that leaves him operating on instinct and desire.

Jackson’s thrusts are relentless and deep, piercings grinding against his prostate and making him see stars. Lightning’s eyes are wet with tears, rolling down his face, he glances back to see Jackson’s wolfish grin and hungry eyes drinking in the sight of him shaking apart. Lightning can feel the other get impossibly harder inside him at his tears, smiles with all his teeth when the pace only gets rougher.

Jackson wraps one race-callused hand around his throat and rumbles that deep baritone against the shell of his ear and he’s gone.

“Come.”

His head spins as he comes from his cock alone, keening and spattering the crisp hotel sheets. With the pressure against his windpipe he can’t breathe, gasping through the throes, sending him higher. It’s easily the hardest he’s ever come, his vision whiting.

“Guess you are faster than me after all, old timer.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

Barking a laugh Jackson fills him with warmth, rasping a curse, grip on his hips bruising as he drives home. Lightning feels his cock twitch in interest as it leaks out of him and drips to the bedspread, right before Jackson pulls out and pettily pushes him into the splatters of their own come. Lightning gives an unmanly shriek as the cold liquid contacts his heated skin, just makes Jackson laugh more.

It plays with him more than it should, being drawn close, intimate after what they’ve just done. This is meant to be a quick fuck for relief, not anything more. Still jolts through him when the rookie draws him in for a long, slow kiss, wiping away his residual tears with his thumb.

“Thanks, babe.” Jackson murmurs between kisses, winding their fingers together and making Lightning’s heart skip a beat. That is until he uses that hand for leverage, pushing Lightning off the bed and ruining his afterglow, giving him a sharp, patronising smack to his ass.

“Now get out.”

[revanexile]

revan/exile toxic yuri dialogue snippet if you careeeeeeee

(Set during the middle of a fight at the Dinner table) …. PHILOTHEA: I’ve tried so hard- REVAN: Disagreeable. PH: -And I keep on trying, R: Inconsiderate. PH: and I don’t think I could ever try hard enough for you- R: Ungrateful. PH: -for you to feel LOVED, Rev, R: Spoiled. PH: How much do you need? What could possibly make you feel loved enough? R: SELFISH. PH: I’M selfish?! How many people have to die in your war, Rev? R: (scoffs) PH: How many? Who does it have to be? Does it have to be me? R: … PH: …Does it have to be me? R: … PH: I’d do it, Revan. You know I would. R: Do I? PH: Do you want me to prove it? Do you want me to die for you? R: …You can’t. You were dead long before I met you. PH: … R: It’s why I first talked to you, y’know? (sneering) How fascinating. A living dead girl. PH: I’m not- why would- …What the fuck is wrong with you? R: I didn’t want to be your friend. I wanted to understand why no one else could see it. PH: You- you are the most wretched person I’ve ever met. R: And yet you claim to love me? PH: You claim to study me. R: At least I’m truthful. PH: You’re cruel. R: I am. Now finish your dinner. PH: … (PHILOTHEA begins to eat. REVAN silently watches from behind her mask.)

[marsbar17]

ph my god please give me crypto x rev content (either sfw or nsfw) ive been. going insane

Since you didn't specify, I decided to do a short one-shot thing instead of just headcannons because I crave coherent thoughts :)

⚠️ Spoiler warning ⚠️

This is gonna include a little bit of the revenant reborn stuff, not really the lore it just is based off the end of the second lore video.

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TW: very nsfw, choking, breathplay, aftercare if you squint, almost no communication

    Crypto bade the others farewell after their talk and sat back down at his desk, minimizing windows and tabs that had to do with the whole Eduardo stuff. He lingered on one though, something about the workings of Revenants many bodies, and sighed. He couldn't quite figure it out, the way that they could transfer his whole consciousness over between metal frames in a matter of minutes everytime he died. Crypto figured he would get the answer soon enough, he just had to get Revenant back under his questioning.

    Before he could dwell on it any further, a noise from his left drew his attention and he turned just in time to get a glimpse of shiny red metal before a cold hard hand wrapped around his throat. Crypto was lifted out of his seat and he opened his eyes to meet glowing red ones. Crypto struggled weakly, the grip on his neck uncomfortable, but all that did was make Revenant chuckle and squeeze slightly.

    "Miss me?" Even though his face and body had changed drastically, Revenant's voice was the same as ever, and it caused a shiver to run down Crypto's spine.

    But he wasn't afraid. In fact, he seemed to relax after hearing that voice.

    "You wish." His voice came out raspy and strangled, restricted by the metal fingers putting pressure on his windpipe. "Now put me down."

    Revenant complied and lowered Crypto slowly until his feet touched the ground and he slumped back into his office chair. Crypto put a hand to his neck and rubbed, coughing a bit.

    "Even though you got a new look, you still listen to me." He smirked slightly. "Good to know they didn't take what little human emotion you have left."

    "I can still kill you, you know. It would be even easier than before." Revenant reached a hand out, dragging his razor sharp 'nails' along Crypto's jaw. Crypto scoffed and batted it away, turning back to his computer.

    "We both know you won't." Crypto smiled as he heard Revenant scoff, but the simulcran didn't deny it. "You came at the perfect time," He changed the topic. "I've got some questions for you."

    Revenant had moved, standing behind the other with his hands resting on the back of the chair and occasionally grazing the skin of Crypto's nape.

    "What? More information for you to tell your little friends? Might as well just tell them everything." Even as a monotone robot, Crypto could hear the sarcasm in his voice. But he ignored it.

    "No, just something to satisfy my own human curiosities." He set the tab he had open before to full screen, and let Revenant read his notes over his shoulder.

    It was almost embarrassing, admitting that he had been studying the robot. Writing down stuff as simple as the type of joints that were used on his fingers or the way the fabric accessories on his old body were attached to the metal. He wasn't an engineer, and this type of stuff didn't interest him often, but when Crypto looked at Revenant he couldn't help but let his gaze linger on small things.

    "Hell if I know!" Revenant's booming voice made Crypto jump slightly in his seat before he refocused on the task in front of him.

    "All I know is one second my consciousness fades and the next I'm waking up in the same damn facility. I don't have any more to tell you."

    There was a tense silence for a while, Crypto thinking about possible answers and Revenant now pacing the room in his frustration. Crypto could imagine how much the constant toying with Revenant's consciousness could build up some anger, and he often helped the other in these times to let out some of those emotions without going on a killing spree.

    "Tae Joon."

    Crypto turned, surprised at the robot using his real name. He rarely used it, said it was too intimate.

    "I need someone to take my frustration out on."

    Yep, there it was. Crypto sighed and stood up, walking into his bedroom like he did everytime Revenant came over. He didn't even have to tell the simulcran to follow, he knew their routine.

    "Go ahead." Crypto laid on the bed, taking his jacket off so it didn't get wrinkled. As shameful as this 'guilty pleasure' was, he still had some dignity and wanted to keep himself tidy.

    Revenant took his time approaching the other, almost like he was stalking prey. He hummed in approval as Crypto brought his hands up to rest them on the pillow above his head, surrendering himself. And as Revenant dragged one finger from his ankle up and stopped at his thigh, Crypto shivered. His breath hitched and he closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come like it always did.

    He was being unusually slow, and Crypto opened his eyes again to look at him questioningly. He quickly shut them again as a metal hand wrapped around his throat again, sharp fingers digging into his skin but not puncturing it yet. He tensed, but that only made Revenant squeeze harder.

    Eventually, Crypto was able to remind himself that Revenant wouldn't kill him and he relaxed into the mattress, letting Revenant cut off his oxygen for 10 seconds, and then let him breath again for 10 seconds.

    He hated how it excited him. Crypto's legs twitched slightly every time his breath was cut off, and he whined quietly. It wasn't enough for Revenant though, so he trailed his other hand up Crypto's leg and traced shapes along his upper thigh. He wanted to torture him, bring him all the way to the edge, push his boundaries, and then leave him a mess.

    Crypto was expecting pain, and he was surprised when he felt the hand settle on his crotch and palm him gently. He gasped and his eyes shot open, grabbing at the hand around his neck and muttering swear words.

    "Revenant, this-"

    "Do you want me to stop?" It seemed like his voice was softer somehow, even though it was as monotone as ever. He was being genuine. Like maybe he cared.

    Crypto was quiet for a moment, thinking.

    "No." He said, looking away and letting go of Revenants arm to put his hands back above his head. Submission. It made Revenant feel even more want to ruin him. So he put more pressure, on both his neck and his half-hard length.

    Revenant didn't want to hurt the other, at least not too badly, so he kept Crypto's clothes on. He just let his hand wander all over his clothed body before continuing to palm him through his pants. Crypto could feel as all the air left his lungs, and his eyes rolled back, bucking his hips into the metal hand.

    Every time Revenant released his grip on the others neck, Crypto would gasp and moan, the feeling of getting so close to unconsciousness and then being brought right back was thrilling and he couldn't help but whimper as Revenant started to tightness his hold again.

    Before he knew it, he was arching his back and cumming in his pants, mouth open in a silent yell as his voice was trapped behind a hand around his throat. And Revenant loved this reaction so much, he made Crytpo cum 4 more times before he stopped palming him. He tried to be as gentle as he could as he rubbed the others' chests while he caught his breath.

    Crypto was a wreck, tears running down his cheeks, a wet spot on the front of his pants, and bruising starting to form around his neck.

    Once he knew Crytpo was stable, Revenant stood up and left, like he always did. Part of Crypto hoped that he would stay this time, but he knew that wasn't how he worked.

    A routine of mutual satisfaction, that's all they would admit it to be.

[radyo-kabaw]

PATAY NA ANG KAPATID KO

I am so upset about Andres Bonifacio all the time oh my god. like. I can't handle what may have been his last words being about his brother, it makes my heart ache.

Lazaro Makapagal's account of the executions of Andres and Procopio Bonifacio [quoted here]

The Philippine Revolution, Apolinario Mabini (trans. Leon Ma. Guerrero)

Warfare by ‘Pulong’ Bonifacio, Aguinaldo, and the Philippine Revolution Against Spain, Glenn Anthony May

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[bini-style]

Maloi wore these Off-White Indust Belt Socks in white during BINI’s performance at the UP Fair 2024: REV Music Festival.

[attila-werther]

dean winchester voice son of a bitch

[vintagelasvegas]

Las Vegas, 1967

Photos by Clinton Wright, photographer for Las Vegas Voice in the 60s-70s. Clinton Wright Photographs (PH-00379), UNLV Special Collections.

(1) DJ Bob Mabry at KTOO-AM 1280, the “Kool Voice of Vegas,” broadcasting from Henderson. (2) Earl’s barbershop. (3) Juanita Brewer (‘68). (4) Rev. Marion Bennett, left of center, and members of Zion Methodist Church, 2108 Revere St, North Las Vegas. (5) Carrie Hartwell, Vegas Village, 1501 Las Vegas Blvd N.

[whatdoesshedotothem]

1836 Oct[obe]r Thurs[day] 27

7 55/..

12 40/..

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No kiss fine morn[in]g – d[o]wnst[ai]rs at 8 3/4 – Ch[arle]s How[ar]th and W[illia]m Keigh[le]y h[a]d been wait[in]g for me 20 min[ute]s –

set the form[e]r w[i]th his son Ja[me]s to hang the gate at the top corn[e]r of Conery Ing and took W[illia]m K- [Keighley] to cut

off a few brok[e]n branches of an oak at the bot[tom] of Pearson Ing (n[ea]r the larch tree) and then w[e]nt

w[i]th h[i]m to Spa h[ou]se to shew h[i]m A-‘s [Ann] four larches to be cut d[o]wn -he will cut them d[o]wn

on Mon[day] – ho[me] at 9 55/.. Mr. Husb[an]d and Dobson (the stone merch[an]t) wait[in]g for me - told H- [Husband]

I w[oul]d ha[ve] a warm bath in the pres[en]t kitchen - alter the stab[le]s and turn the pres[en]t front stab[le]

int[o] a manserv[an]t’s bedr[oo]m – w[oul]d n[o]t ha[ve] the gr[ea]t oak King posts squar[e]d or alt[ere]d to ma[ke] mo[re]

r[oo]m at the end of the gall[er]y lead[in]g the red r[oo]m and north chamb[e]r - to be cas[e]d ov[e]r in their pres[en]t shape -

Dobson want[e]d to kno[w] the date of his last bill for insides (st[one] for the Long goit) –

Look[e]d ov[e]r my acc[oun]ts and ga[ve] him the informat[io]n he want[e]d – br[eak]f[a]st at 10 3/4 - Mrs. and

Miss Briggs call[e]d at 11 – wait[e]d 10 min[ute]s in the h[ou]sekeep[e]r’s r[oo]m till we h[a]d br[eak]f[a]st[e]d –

the 1st ti[me] of their com[in]g here s[in]ce they left us - we were ver[y] civ[i]l to them and I st[ai]d w[i]th

them till n[ea]r 12 - they remain[e]d so[me] ti[me] long[e]r w[i]th A- [Ann] - out fr[om] a lit[tle] bef[ore] 12 (ab[ou]t)

till 1, then n[ea]r an h[ou]r w[i]th A- [Ann] then out ag[ai]n till ca[me] in at 5 50/.. at the meer-drift and in the gard[e]n and ab[ou]t – dress[e]d –

wr[ote] 1 3/4 p[ages] to ‘Mrs. Lawton, Lawton hall, Lawton, Cheshire’ and s[e]nt it tonight – we

shall be delight[e]d to see h[e]r on the 2[n]d or 3[r]d of next m[on]th i.e. next Wed[nesday] or Thurs[day]

hope she will n[o]t disap[poin]t us if she can help it - she h[a]d best ta[ke] her pl[a]ce

in the mail to Bradford, - tell the guard to blow his horn, and let her alight at

the Lodge - will prepare her old fr[ien]d Matty Pollard for her arriv[a]l and I mys[elf] will

ta[ke] ca[re] she (M- [Mariana]) does n[o]t lose hers[elf] bet[ween] the Lodge and the h[ou]se – wr[ote] no[te] to ‘The Rev[eren]d Rob[er]t Wilkins[o]n Heath’

to ask h[i]m ‘to co[me] whenev[e]r m[o]st conven[ien]t to him bef[ore] Wed[nesday] (b[u]t n[o]t on Mon[day]) respect[in]g

the will of my late a[un]t - and wr[ote] no[te] to ‘Mr. Lister appraiser Halifax’ to ask him

to co[me] at 3 p.m. tomor[row] or Sat[urday] to val[ue] the wardrobe of my late a[un]t – seal[e]d and

direct[e]d all the ab[ov]e (let[ter] notes) at the din[ner] tab[le] and s[e]nt them off by Frank soon aft[e]r

7 – din[ner] at 6 35/.. – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - A- [Ann] r[ea]d Fr[en]ch al[ou]d as us[ua]l – 1/2 asleep on the sofa

till 10 - then wr[ote] all the ab[ov]e of today - Booth here this morn[in]g - at Hilltop in the

aft[ernoo]n – settl[e]d - Mr. Carter h[a]s no object[io]n to the new barn and h[ou]se being in a line w[i]th his

moth[e]r’s cot[tage] and so it is to be - 2 masons (Amos and Jos[e]ph Sharpe) at the west tow[e]r –

2 d[itt]o flagg[in]g the new court – Rob[er]t Mann + 4 low[erin]g and level[in]g in front of the h[ou]se and g[o]t

the hall-cellar-drain dry out so as to drain off all the wat[e]r (6in. deep) out of the cellar –

Rob[er]t Schof[iel]d and his man Joseph help[in]g the masons at the west tow[e]r – pull[in]g d[o]wn the gard[e]n terr[a]ce

wall and dress[in]g the st[one] (Jos[e]ph w[a]s help[in]g the gard[ene]r in the morn[in]g) - the gard[ene]r and John Booth and Ch[arl]es

and Ja[me]s How[ar]th stubb[in]g up the old apple-trees in the orch[ar]d and clear[in]g the gr[ou]nd - Frank cart[in]g

st[one] for the dry arching 2 l[oa]ds rough throughs fr[om] Hipp[erholme] quarry and the rest st[one] fr[om] the gard[e]n wall –

Ch[arle]s and Ja[me]s H- [Howarth] at Hilltop all yest[erday] and Tues[day] aft[ernoo]n pull[in]g d[o]wn the old cot[tage]s and barn – Ingh[a]m + 2

men and a boy wall[in]g east parapet wall along the outside arch - 2 York joiners in the hall and 2

Hilltop cot[age]s and barn

pull[e]d d[ow]n

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1836

Oct[obe]r

jobb[in]g as us[ua]l - the gallery all tak[e]n d[o]wn yest[erday] to the red r[oo]m and n[or]th chamb[e]r and no gett[in]g int[o] eith[e]r

b[u]t by a ladd[e]r int[o] the lit[tle] sq[uare] lobby open[in]g int[o] them - a new beam put up today for the fut[ure]

gall[er]y floor - Mark Hepw[or]th and the N[orth]g[a]te carts cart[in]g soil in front of the h[ou]se topp[i]ng up the gr[ea]t

embankm[en]t – ver[y] fine day F[ahrenheit] 32° now at 10 50/.. p.m. the 1st ti[me] this seas[o]n of being at the freez[in]g point –

my no[te]s tonight writ[ten] in the 1st pers[o]n - will n[o]t wr[it]e Miss L- [Lister] mean[in]g to ta[ke] the brevet

immed[iatel]y – No[te] fr[om] Mr. Wilkins[o]n to say comp[limen]ts and he will co[me] at 11 a.m. on Sat[urday] Mr. List[e]r

will try to co[me] tomor[row]