#pittsburgh witch

[fitzroythestormbringer]

hi, i’m dice!! i’m becoming more active here as i try to move away from twitter, so here’s a quick intro to my blog 🥰

i frequently post and reblog about the following:

• d&d (primarily taz, jrwi, d20, bg3, and lovm (animated show only))

• hockey (penguins, panthers, and lightning)

• dungeon meshi

• witch hat atelier

• fire emblem

and others!!

i’m always open to new friendships here, let’s be mutuals!

[moonhedgegarden]

🌱The ‘church’ of nature stands before us, a temple not built by human hands, but by the divine forces that sculpt the mountains and paint the skies. In her cathedral of green, we find a sanctuary that calls to our souls and stirs our spirits. She is a teacher, showing us the way of balance and harmony. She is a healer, offering balm to our wounded hearts and troubled minds. Let us kneel at her altar, offering our gratitude for the gifts she bestows upon us each day. In her embrace, we find the beauty and wonder that fills our lives with meaning and purpose.🌱

[mentaldetective]

I meant to post this here a few days ago, but here we go.

Below the cut is the second short for Mr. Harris, where he gets to watch his boyfriend work.

::Mr Harris Sees A Play::

Every time Harris went out to St Mary's cemetery the roads seemed more ragged. Not pothole-ridden so much as disintegrating with age. The cemetery itself was in only slightly better condition. The concrete walls holding the bank back from the narrow road into the cemetery had been recently repaired and parts of the road stripped for a future project.

Devon's little home and shop was tucked away at the end of a spur that ran along the front of the cemetery, to a copse of trees that surrounded and shaded the building. Harris pulled to a stop in front of the stone work, grabbing the small cooler that sat in the foot well next to him, and walked up to the door.

No one answered when Harris knocked, but he could hear the radio blasting out old hard bass. 'Ah, a potion day.' He tried the doorknob, and it turned freely, so Harris stepped inside.

"Devon?" Harris called, and shut the door behind him. "Are you free? Or should I come back later?"

The music cut down to a more reasonable level, and Devon walked out of a curtained off area on the left side of the building. He was wearing safety goggles, a mask, and gloves, but just his usual apron over his clothes. "Harry!" He said, smiling. "You timed this well." Devon pulled off his goggles, apron, and mask, hanging them on a hook by the curtain and dropping the gloves in the trash. "I've got about an hour before I have to go check on those again. What can I do for you?"

Harris held up the cooler. "I ran into something strange on my last hunt. A kind of werewolf spider thing, or at least I think it was a werewolf."

"A what!?" Devon looked at him, mystified. "You're gonna have to give me a bit more than 'werewolf-spider', Har."

"Here," Harris dug out his camera, "I took photos after the fight."

"Ok?" Devon took the camera and flipped through the photos. The look on his face went from curious, to horrified, to astounded. "Did its head look more like a dog or a human? I really can't tell from just the remains of its lower jaw."

"Its head looked like a dog's, and it looked like a dog before it transformed. Some kind of lab mix, I think," Harris said.

"Hm..." Devon crossed his arms. "Weird for the kinds of wolves I've come across. Can I see the cooler?"

Harris handed over the cooler, and followed Devon back to a door on the right side of the building. It opened to a larger room that acted as a mini mortuary and forensics lab. Devon set the cooler on the lab table and opened it.

"You didn't bring me much to work with," Devon grumbled. He pulled a pair of gloves out of a box on the wall and put them on before pulling out the samples.

"I got knocked around too much to drag the whole thing back," Harris said. "These were all the sample containers I had with me at the time."

Devon shot him a look. "And you couldn't go back for it later?"

"Tried to," Harris insisted. "But it was gone before I got back. All of it."

"Great..." Devon sighed. "Poachers or wild animals?" He opened a sample of blood and poured a few drops onto a microscope slide.

"Neither, as far as I could tell," Harris said. He leaned up against the wall by the door. "My footprints from the night before were still there, as was the blood. Granted it was dark...either way, it's gone now."

"Interesting," Devon muttered. He was focused on the microscope, adjusting the lens slightly.

"What is it?"

"I'd have to run some tests to be sure," Devon pulled away from the microscope and snatched a sample of muscle tissue, "but this doesn't look like any form of lycanthropy. Its cell structure is all wrong."

"Really!" Harris walked over to the lab table. "Any idea what it is?"

"Not from this," Devon said. "I'll need to call Adrian, see if this compares to anything she's seen." He hummed in thought. "Oh! Harry, could you double check the time for me?"

Harris dug out his phone. "It's quarter after 7," he said, and froze. A chill ran down his neck.

"Hm?"

"Shit," Harris stuffed his phone back in his pocket. "I have to get going, call me when you have an answer?"

Devon stared at him blankly for a second, before, "Oh, right! His new show open tonight, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Harris couldn't hide the soft smile on his face. "Are you planning to go?"

"Well not tonight, obviously!" Devon waved a hand over the samples and out to the door. "But I should be free tomorrow."

"Then maybe I'll see you tomorrow," Harris said, nodding. "Bye, Dev." He walked out of the morgue.

"See you, Harry," Devon called out before the door shut.

***

From the outside, the theater looked to be a fairly plain building, only remarkable for it's location on Grandview Avenue. Sparsely decorated concrete walls broken by simple square columns and a set of double doors on either end of the building. The entryway had a lavish faux roman appearance, with crystal chandeliers and gold trim, all left over from the restaurant that used to own the site.

Harris walked up the short ramp to the lounge area. A bar and small dining area were tucked into the right side of the building, where a handful of people were milling about, waiting for the show to start. To the left was the ticket counter, partially obscured by a small queue of people making their way to the end of the line before breaking off for the bar or heading deeper into the building.

The queue moved swiftly, and within a few minutes Harris was standing at the counter.

"Oh hey, Mr. Harris!" The man behind the glass beamed at him. Alec? Or was it Avery?, Harris couldn't remember, one of the new hires that had apparently been around long enough to recognize him.

"Hi," Harris said.

"Here, I'm supposed to give this to you," Aaron (AJ?) said. He grabbed something from under his desk, and set a familiar blue pass on the counter. "You know the way up?"

"I do," Harris said, grabbing the pass. "Thanks."

As he squeezed his way out of the crowd and past the ticket counter he overheard someone shout, "Hey, what's this about 'taking your life force'?"

Further in, the theater carried the roman styling and paired it with victorian wrought iron to form the area around the main stage. Harris walked up a flight of fake marble stairs, his box was at the end of the hall, closest to the stage.

A few people had arrived before him, some of the casts' family, local organizers, and a pair of men in expensive looking suits. Harris found an empty seat and waited for the show to start.

Soon, the lights dimmed, and the band started their overture. A pair of actors stepped out onto the stage to give the usual safety reminders, and warnings against flash photography, before darting back behind the curtain.

The show properly opened on an angelic figure arguing with a booming voice from the sky. As the fight went on, the music grew tense, then sharp, before the angel's wings were broken and they were knocked down into a hole in the stage. The lights and music cut, then slowly built up to reveal the stage had been rearranged to resemble a factory.

The workers moved to the rhythm of the song, akin to a heartbeat, across scaffolding that stretched from the stage floor almost to the ceiling. Pouring and shaping liquid metal, or rather backlit colored water, into towering molds and machinery. They almost moved in sync, with one or another moving too far or too slowly compared to their neighbors, until one stumbled and fell to the floor.

The two closest to their fallen friend jumped down from the scaffolding to help them up. While the others on the line tried to keep the flow. But, before they could reach the ladder, another figure walked on stage. He was a burly character, taller than the workers on the line, and carrying a whip at his side. The overseer of the factory.

The overseer bolted over. He grabbed the smallest of the three, who was still unconscious, and hurled them across the factory floor to the shriek of the brass and a crash of cymbals. Then turned and laid into the other two with his whip.

Up on the scaffolds, another worker grabbed one of the sledge hammers, and jumped. Smoke shot up from the edge of the stage and a loud crunching sound reverberated around the theater. The smoke slowly cleared and there in the center of it was Mei, holding up a stained sledge hammer.

Mei was gorgeous, his usually shifting appearance settled into something lean to fit the role. Harris was sure he was missing lines, he was so distracted.

From there the play continued into a stylized retelling of the revolt against the last king of Thedra. Mei, as the golden general, led the haphazard army, first to an alliance with the strays of the city, led by a prominent thief, and then to siege the local lord's castle. The thief, familiar with this lord's habits, made contact with friends on the inside, a gladiator and a dancer. Between them, they turned all but a few of the inhabitants of the castle against the lord.

With one city secured the rebellion spread, culminating in the fight outside the king's palace.

High above the stage, the key actors on both sides of the battle bounded between towering props with the help of wires and aerial silks. Mei, in gilded boots and a glimmering skirt, danced around the set, keeping pace with the king's general in deep blues at the heart of the battle. While below, the band climbed out of the pit, carrying all but the heaviest of their instruments to join the extras in battle.

The battle ended with the king's forces defeated and scattered, and with the golden general on his last breath. Before his passing, the general charged the thief and his friends with deposing the king.

The thief pressed their advantage, and within minutes, and a scene change, the trio reached the king's inner sanctum.

The angel turned from the window overlooking the battlefield and held up their sword as the thief, gladiator, and dancer fell upon them. They juggled and whirled the angel around the stage, music clashing and tense, before trapping them in the rubble of the battlefield. The dancer lunged at the angel, stabbing them through the chest and knocking them behind the prop. She leaned over his body and, after a wet snap, lifted up the angel's severed head for all to see.

The curtains closed, as cheers and applause drowned out the end of the song. The lights slowly brightened, and the curtains reopened for the actors to take a bow, and for the angel's actor to hold up their prop head.

Mei looked up and caught Harris' eye. He flicked his gaze over to stage right then back to Harris, raising an eyebrow. Harris smiled back at him, then stood and left the box, followed by the other cast's family members.

Stage right was closest to the green room, where the actors retired to after the final curtain call. Harris walked in to the actors and stagehands flopped down on chairs and couches, ducking into changing rooms, or chatting with family and guests.

Mei stepped out of one of the changing rooms, now in jeans and a tank top, with his more typical fluid features hanging around blond hair and brown skin. He brushed his long hair out of his face, and pinned it with a clip.

"Mei!" Harris squeezed his way out of the crowd to get to the incubus. Where he was immediately pulled off the ground, into a hug.

"Harry," Mei whispered and kissed him.

Harris wrapped his arms around Mei's neck and melted into the kiss. Only pulling back, eventually, for air.

"So," Mei asked, resting his forehead against Harris'. "What did you think?"

"Spectacular!" Harris cheered, grinning wide. "But you know I have to ask."

"No, I wasn't involved in this one," Mei said. He gently set Harris back on the floor and took hold of his hand. "This was centuries before I was born. But cultures can take a while to shift, especially when stubborn demons are involved."

"Hah," Harris grumbled bitterly. "So unfortunately true."

They made their way out of the greenroom, slowly working through the crowd. Mei hummed, and curled over Harris' side. He was practically vibrating.

"Sooooo, what did you think of my costume?" Mei asked.

"I'm impressed," Harris said. "You got it working the way you wanted in time."

"Yes!" Mei had a wide grin on his face. "I ended up needing Sherry's help wiring the power supply, but it worked! And it lasted the whole show!"

Harris chuckled. "You're pretty hyper. Was it a good meal?"

"Did you hear the way they gasped when General Karick died?" Mei grinned wide, showing off his fanged smile. "I could run on that moment alone for the next week!"

"And you've got a bunch more shows this month to drink it in," Harris said.

Mei sighed. "But then it's back to the grindstone," he said. "I think the next ones going to be a fairy tale."

They walked out through the lounge, where a surprisingly heated, but familiar, discussion had taken over. What did the lead actor look like? The loudest voice of tonight's discussion seemed to favor red hair and paint-gold skin, but another camp, equally vocal, insisted on black hair and sun bronzed skin.

Mei led Harris to the office tucked away in the front of the building, shutting the door behind them as the discussion picked up again. Mei slumped back against the door with a sigh.

"Ok," Mei walked over to the desk in the corner and pulled a stack of paper in front of him. "Just a few small things and then I'm done for the day."

"Ah, ordering day?" Harris pulled over a chair.

"Mhm." Mei nodded and flipped through a few pages, signing or writing notes as he went.

"You know," Harris said. "Now that you've got six plays to switch between, I doubt anyone would mind if you took your time on a new performance."

"Certainly the crowds would enjoy themselves, either way," Mei said. He was almost halfway through the stack of papers. "I'll try to take my time on my next project, but nothing feeds quite like awe."

"Not even me?"

Mei made a sound like a strangled crow, and his eyes bugged out. "Harry!" he sputtered.

Harris couldn't help laughing. "I'm joking, I'm joking," he said.

Mei snatched Harris around the waist and dragged him into his lap. "You!" He had a sharp look in his eyes, then pulled Harris into a searing kiss. Mei had a sultry look on his face when he eventually pulled away. "When we get home, I'll show you just how much I enjoy a meal from you."

"Hmm." Harris felt his face heat up, accompanied by a small flicker of warmth in his gut.

"Do you have any meetings you need to get to tonight?"

"None what so ever," Mei said. His tail swished playfully behind him.

"Then how about we get going?" Harris said.

Mei grinned wide, showing off his fangs. "Let's."

[cadaverkelly]

International Touring w/ Two Witches & Jesucrisis (Gothy Roundtable - Episode 13 | Series Finale)

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[kaiamar]

Malva, the Lightning Witch

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[fromashandwax]

COTD Knight of Swords

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[starcana]

What if all of the emotional turbulence is, or was, just a bad dream and a big misunderstanding? How would that change our path? And what if we decided to exhale deeply, to simply empty it all. To flush away confusion, to forgive the hurt - just to breathe once again. How would it feel, to trust ourselves again, to reconnect with others, and transcend into our original, wholesomeness. May these incoming, oceanic waters cleanse us; renewing our care, compassion and oneness. Just breathe. suzi dronzek www.starcana.com #tarot #psychic #modernmystics #breathe #witch #tarotreading #tarotcardreading #dreams #intuitivereading #dream #psychicreading #mysticmessenger #witchery #oracle #occult #mystical #insight #greensburg #heal #pittsburgh #advice #guidance #forgiveness #tarotcards #tarotscope (at Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cppsr2runUZ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[miss-bushido]

you make me feel like I am home again

Written for @steddiesmuttyseptember week 2: prompts ‘backseat’ and ‘clothes on’

Rating: Explicit (very explicit)

October 3, 1988

Steve leaned against the column just outside of the Arrivals exit at the airport, lightly tapping his finger against his arm. Eddie’s flight had been delayed coming in from Boston: he’d opted to take a different flight than the other guys so he could take a quick trip up to Salem and see all the quote-unquote spooky shit up there. Steve had teased him about coming back with a witch’s hat or a spell book or something, and Eddie had threatened to put a spell on him if he didn’t be quiet. Steve had laughed and pretended he was going through a tunnel and had to go.

“You’re on the phone in the kitchen!” Eddie had scream-laughed as Steve made his words fade in and out before he clearly yelled back, “See you at midnight!” and then hung up.

Delayed Flight 5498 now arriving from Boston. Baggage will be available at carousel number 4 sounded over the speakers.

Steve checked his watch as he stifled a yawn and shifted his stance. He was tired- it was after midnight after all- but he knew that he was going to get a burst of energy soon. Being around Eddie always did that. His energy was infectious even under normal circumstances. Especially when he hit you with that dimpled smile. God, it made Steve weak every time.

It would be more potent now considering how long it had been since they’d been in such close proximity to one another. Eddie and the other members of Corroded Coffin had done a mini-tour of the Northeast and Mid-Atlantic. Their Wraiths on Wings Tour had started in late August, kicking off in Indianapolis before moving to Cleveland, Columbus, Baltimore, Pittsburgh, Philadelphia, Syracuse, New Haven, Providence, and finally culminated with two nights in Boston. Steve had only been able to go to the one in Indianapolis, but he’d been more than happy to support Eddie doing something he loved. On the numerous phone calls they’d shared after each gig was done, Eddie had gushed about how electrifying it was to be on stage. How fucking awesome it was to be able to play on the same stages that bands like Dokken, Metallica, and Iron Maiden had years before.

Steve was so proud of Eddie, and the other guys, and he always made sure to let Eddie know that. The praise always made Eddie’s tone turn soft on the phone, almost bashful. Whenever Steve heard Eddie ask, “You really mean it, Stevie?”, that was when he dialled up the praise: telling Eddie what a good boy he was, how hardworking and dedicated he was. And all of the things Steve was going to do for him once he got his hands on him again. He sincerely hoped that none of the switchboard operators of the hotels they stayed at ever listened in on their phone calls, or else they would have gotten an earful of the lead singer of Corroded Coffin and his boyfriend having phone sex more than a few times while the guys were on the tour.

Apart from the quick call earlier in the day, the two of them hadn’t been able to connect before the show in New Haven five days prior. As it was, Steve was itching to get his hands on Eddie more so than normal. The fact that the flight had been delayed was like rubbing salt in the wound. He just hoped deplaning and getting the baggage wouldn’t take too long. And while he didn’t drive like Eddie did, he was planning to go a little bit faster to get them back to their apartment sooner rather than later.

About ten minutes later, he saw the shadow of a familiar figure making its way through the arrivals corridor towards him. It rounded the corner, and there stood Eddie: looking every inch the rockstar sex god he showed to the world. He had developed an on-stage persona to play to the audience, which allowed him to separate a little from how he acted onstage to how he was normally. Onstage Eddie was more cocksure, ten times more brash, and he exaggerated his movements as he played and sang, really milking the sexy rockstar angle. The clothes he wore- tight black jeans, a tank top with a deep v-neck (or sometimes no shirt at all), combat boots, studded bracelets- and the way he carried himself fed into this, and the audience couldn’t get enough of it.

Eddie looked up and broke into a big grin as he saw Steve at the end of the corridor waiting for him. It wasn’t Onstage Eddie. It was His Eddie. Still sexy and brash, of course, but also nerdy; shy at times (which always surprised Steve when those times happened); in constant motion even when he was sitting down; and happy to stay in rather than going out and partying.

Steve stood up straight and gave him a little wave, immediately holding out his hand for Eddie’s suitcase as the distance between them closed. The Warlock was in its case across Eddie’s back, and Steve had learned very early on that only Eddie would carry his beloved guitar. “Good flight?” Steve asked as they fell into step, moving out of the airport and into the cold damp air of the Indiana night. “How was Salem?”

“Decent flight,” Eddie answered, brushing his hair away from his face. “Salem was nice. Kind of crowded, though. I want to go again. One day wasn’t enough to see everything.”

“Did you get a spell book?” Steve asked as they approached the Beemer. He opened the trunk and put the suitcase in, letting Eddie maneuver his guitar on top of it, before they both got in the car.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Eddie asked as he buckled up.

Steve shook his head, giving him a smirk as he started up the car. The radio came to life at the same time the engine did, the last few chords and lyrics of ‘Hazy Shade of Winter’ by The Bangles filling up the car. As Steve drove them out of the parking lot and down the road, INXS’ ‘Don’t Change’ came on.

Eddie smiled. “I actually don’t hate this song.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, putting on the windshield wipers as he turned onto the dark back road. “Really? I didn’t realize you listened to INXS.” It was beginning to drizzle, so he slowed down a little.

“Not usually,” he admitted. “Just this one song.” He turned his head to look at Steve, the orange glow of the passing street lights reflecting in his eyes as they drove. “It makes me think of you.” As if the radio heard him, the lyrics he was thinking of came on, and he couldn’t help singing along with Michael Hutchence:

Resolution of happiness, Things have been dark for too long. Don't change for you, Don't change a thing for me

Steve reached over and took Eddie’s hand in his, bringing it up to kiss the back of it. “You’re sweet.”

“You’re just saying that to get into my pants,” Eddie countered, sliding over a little. He kissed Steve’s wrist and took his hand back, sliding it up Steve’s arm and onto the nape of his neck. He used his nails to slide up the back of Steve’s head, feeling him shudder at the touch.

“Babe,” Steve breathed, adjusting in his seat. “I’m driving.”

“I know,” Eddie said, massaging the back of Steve’s scalp. He leaned in closer and kissed Steve’s neck. “You look so sexy. And I don’t know if I can wait until we get back home.” He placed his other hand on Steve’s inner thigh, mere inches from his dick. Steve gasped and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“I’ve really missed you, Stevie,” Eddie purred, sliding his hand from Steve’s inner thigh to his bulge. He squeezed him lightly, his own moan echoing Steve’s at the feeling of his cock pulsing inside his jeans. “I want to taste you, baby.”

Steve groaned loudly, slowing down as he pulled the car over, the gravel crunching under the tires as he made his way off of the road. As soon as he put the car in ‘Park’, he undid his seatbelt, and pulled Eddie almost onto his lap to kiss him in one fluid motion.

Eddie smiled against Steve’s lips, fumbling for the seatbelt to unhook it. Once he did, he straddled Steve, kissing him hungrily, hips grinding against him. “God, fuck, I need you so badly.” he groaned.

“Me too,” Steve moaned, sliding his hands up into Eddie’s hair. He moved his leg and hit his knee on the steering wheel. “Ow,” he hissed.

“Backseat?” Eddie asked, almost breathless with desire.

“Backseat,” Steve agreed.

Both of them scrambled over the front seat and into the back, limbs tangling as they resituated in the backseat. Steve pulled Eddie back on his lap, hands sliding up the back of his shirt. The familiar feel of his skin and the muscles underneath made Steve gasp. “God, I missed the feel of you,” he said against Eddie’s mouth. “I missed your mouth, how you taste.”

“I missed you, too, baby,” Eddie moaned, breath catching in his throat as he rolled his hips, feeling Steve’s erection below his own. “I want all of you. Your taste, your smell, all of the sounds you make. The phone calls helped, but it wasn’t the same. How you sound in person? Fuck. It was all I could hear in my dreams.”

Steve tilted his head back, sliding down in the seat. The new position made Eddie loom over him, his hair falling around them. “I want to fuck you. I need you so much,” he rasped.

Eddie grinned, all teeth, as he resumed kissing Steve. His hands travelled between them, quickly undoing Steve’s belt and the button on his jeans. He unzipped him and gave his jeans a tug. Just enough to move them from his hips to the middle of his ass. It allowed his briefs to be pulled down, too, so Steve’s cock could be released from the cotton confines of the briefs.

Putting his thumb in his mouth, Eddie sucked on his finger pad. “Touch me, Steve,” he breathed.

Steve made short work of getting Eddie’s cock out of his jeans, too. Steve’s tip was wet, but Eddie’s was wetter, precum streaming out of him to drip down onto Steve’s lap. He let out a deep groan at the sight of his boyfriend’s cock, mouth watering at the image of wrapping his lips around it.

“Thought about you every night, Steve,” Eddie rasped, rubbing his wet thumb over the tip of Steve’s cock, making his hips jerk forward. He wrapped the rest of his hand around him and began stroking, the slick sounds of precum filling the car. “Thought about deep throating you, spreading your legs on the bed and fucking you hard into the mattress. Thought about cumming all over your face, having you lick all of it up and then beg me for more.” Steve let out a sharp gasp at this, eyes rolling back into his head.

“Thought about you too, Eds,” he managed, panting hard as Eddie stroked him and put all those pretty images in his mind. “Thought about eating you out from behind while I stroked your cock. Thought about you using your handcuffs on me to keep me in bed, fucking me over and over until we’re both spent.” As Steve spoke, he had also begun stroking Eddie.

“Stevie,” Eddie whimpered, closing his eyes as he bent forward, his forehead resting on Steve’s shoulder. “Oh fuck I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too,” Steve gasped. “I thought about you riding me, my hands gripping your hips as I fucked deep into you. Your cock was dripping all over me, and when you came, you covered my chest and stomach. And after I came deep inside you, I fingered you until you came again while you straddled my shoulders and your cock was deep in my throat. So I could get every drop you had to give me.”

“STEVE!” Eddie shouted, hips thrusting forward as he came hard, the loud groan turning into a whine. “Oh my Go-o-o-od!”

The sight and sounds Eddie made meant Steve followed with his own orgasm no less than ten seconds later. He repeated Eddie’s name over and over before he kissed him hard, still feeling himself pulsing for a good minute afterwards.

Eddie caught his breath first, giving a few breathy chuckles as he pushed his hair out of his face. The back of his neck was sweaty, his cheeks were flushed and his throat was raw. “That was so fucking hot!” he exclaimed.

“Mmm,” Steve hummed in agreement, blindly reaching with his free hand for the hand towel he kept in the back of the front seat. Ostensibly, it was to get rid of condensation on the windows, which he did use it for: they had steamed the car up something fierce. It was also a good way for them to quickly clean up.

Eddie kissed him hard before he threw himself to the right, extricating himself from Steve’s lap so he could catch his breath and get his pants back up. He watched as Steve did the same, cheeks ruddy and mouth wet as he got himself together. “Let’s shower together when we get home,” he said, reaching out to run his hand up Steve’s arm.

“Yes,” Steve breathed, leaning over to kiss Eddie on the mouth. “I want to fuck you on the stairs before I eat you out in the shower.” He gave Eddie’s lower lip a quick bite before pulling away. With a grunt, he pulled himself back into the driver’s seat, getting himself situated once more.

Meanwhile, in the backseat, Eddie watched Steve, wondering how he’d gotten so lucky to deserve him. His sweet, handsome, surprisingly kinky partner. He zipped his own jeans up and moved back to the passenger seat. “Sounds like you’ve had this planned, huh?”

Steve gave him a smirk as he put the car back in Drive and started off down the road. “I guess you’ll just have to find out when we get back to the house.”

“It wasn’t a spell book,” Eddie said abruptly.

“What?” Steve asked, confused until their earlier conversation came back to him. “Oh. What was it?”

Eddie didn’t immediately answer. It was only when they were at a red light, about two miles from home that he finally said, “It was two rings.”

Steve bodily turned to look at Eddie, eyes wide and shining at the implications of this purchase. “Eddie,” he breathed.

Eddie leaned over and kissed Steve on the lips. “Get us home, big boy, and I’ll give you one of them.”

Steve seemed at a loss for words until Eddie kissed him again. “However far away,” he sang-spoke quietly, “I will always love you.”

“However long I stay,” Steve responded, also sing-speaking, voice thick with emotion, “I will always love you.” He kissed Eddie once more and then leaned back, wiping his eyes. “Since when do you listen to The Cure?”

“Not usually,” Eddie answered, watching as Steve continued the drive back to their house. As he parked in the driveway, Eddie continued, “Just this one song. It makes me think of you.”

[broadwaydivastournament]

Broadway Divas Tournament: 2A

Judith Light (1949) JUDITH lIGHT (Madame Raquin). A graduate of Carneige Mellon University, Judith Light currently co-stars in the Golden Globe-winning series "Transparant." She received a Tony nominatino for the play Lombardi, followed by two consecutive Tony and Drama Desk wins for Other Desert Cities and The Assembled Parties. In the Pulitzer Prize-winning play Wit she was awarded Helen Hayes and Eliot Norton awards. A star of the hit TV series "Who's the Boss?," she also received two consecutive Emmy Awards for her work on "One Life to Live." Light has been a longtime champion for LGBTQ and human rights and is an active participant in a variety of organizations including Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS and the Point Foundation." - Playbill bio from Thérèse Raquin, November, 2015.

Marin Mazzie (1960-2018) “MARIN MAZZIE (Clara). 1994 Drama Desk and Tony Award nomination for Best Supporting Actress in a Musical. B’way: Into the Woods (Rapunzel, Witch, Cinderella), Big River (Mary Jane Wilkes). Off-B’way: …And the World Goes Round. Nat’l tour: …And the World Goes Round (L.A. Drama-Logue Award), Doonesbury (Boopsie). Regional: Merrily We Roll Along (Beth), La Jolla Playhouse and Arena Stage; South Pacific (Nellie), Pittsburgh Civic Light Opera and Birmingham Theatre; Guys and Dolls (Sarah), Denver City. Other Regional: Born Yesterday (Billie); Anything Goes (Reno); Lend Me a Tenor (Maggie); Romance (Josephine/Monica); How to Succeed…(Hedy). Love and thanks to Mom and Dad." - Playbill bio from Passion, February, 1995.

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"Has anyone given any thought to why all the frequent screen actresses who do a little stage show every few years are white blonde ladies of a certain age? Well, regardless, this white blonde lady is a tour de force on stage, and few other screen actors can say the same thing."

"Last propaganda was a eulogy, so let's make this one a celebration. Marin had a voice we will never hear the likes of again. She could be a bold and brassy broad with a belt that would make Ethel Merman jealous. And in the same breath, she could soar up the octave to shatter every glass in the room with a crystal-clear coloratura most singers only dream about. It didn't matter if it was a dirty ditty or a wrenching aria. She owned every song that passed her lips. When she walked into a room, she brought joy with her. She exuded light and happiness and love even to the end. She was truly a golden goddess of a woman with a naughty sense of humor that would have you rolling on the floor with laughter."

[safety-pin-punk]

how connected are you with your local scene? is making connections really as easy as just going to shows?

TBH, its kinda weird. Cause despite the fact that I say I live in Pittsburgh, I actually live about an hour outside of it in a smaller town.

So @polyamorouspunk is probably better connected to his big city punk scene than me right now, since he's started going to shows (correct me if I'm wrong bestie).

My more local small town scene isn't very big, and honestly to call it a 'punk' scene is vastly incorrect. Its just an alternative scene. You have goths, witches, the couple punks, some scene kids running around. I used to be a bit more connected, then I had a falling out with a decent sized group of them (long story involving my at the time best friend invading my privacy majorly and then telling people I was a horrible person). So now, I don't hang out with my actual local scene much, except sometimes the witches. They have tarot club on thursdays, I don't like going by myself though.

Pittsburgh's scene is FUN when I get to go out that way, but because its not often, I'm not super connected there at the moment either. Though I definitely have a list of places I wanna hit, and a follow the venues on social media so I know whats going on.

I can say, that when I go places, people are always open to talking and having a good time. And if I went places more often, it wouldn't be that hard to make and keep connections. I just. Am always busy and Pittsburgh is SUCH a pain to park in when you have a truck unless its the strip district, ya know?

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Ruby Dandridge

Dorothy Dandridge was an American actress from the early 1900s through to the late 1950s. Dandridge is best known for her role on the radio show Amos 'n Andy, in which she played Sadie Blake and Harriet Crawford, and on radio's Judy Canova Show, in which she played Geranium.

Born Ruby Jean Butler in Wichita, Kansas, on March 3, 1900, she was one of four children. Dandridge's parents were Nellie Simon, a maid, and George Butler, who was a janitor, grocer and entertainer. Dandridge's father was also "a famous minstrel man."

On September 30, 1919, she married Cyril Dandridge. Dandridge moved with her husband to Cleveland, Ohio, where her daughter, actress Vivian Dandridge, was born in 1921. Her second daughter, Academy Award-nominated actress Dorothy Dandridge, was born there in 1922, five months after Ruby and Cyril divorced.

In 1937, Dandridge played one of the witches in what an article in The Pittsburgh Courier called a "sepia representation" of Macbeth in Los Angeles. California. The production began on July 8 at the Mayan Theater. Five years later, she appeared in a production of Hit the Deck at the Curran Theatre in San Francisco, California. One of Dandridge's earliest appearances, thought uncredited, was as a native dancer in King Kong in 1933. Dandridge was also in Junior Miss (1945), Tap Roots (1948), Three Little Girls in Blue (1946), Cabin in the Sky (1943), and Tish (1942). Lillian Randolph, Ernest Whitman, and Ruby Dandridge of the radio cast of The Beulah Show from 1952–1953.

In 1955, Dandridge and her business partner Dorothy Foster bought land in Twentynine Palms, California, with plans to construct a subdivision of 250 homes. Also in the 1950s, Dandridge formed a nightclub act that played in clubs around Los Angeles. A review of her act cited her "flashes of effervescent showmanship" and stated "What Ruby lacks in her voice, she invariably makes up for it with her winsome personality."

Dandridge attended her daughter Dorothy's funeral in 1965.

On October 17, 1987, Dandridge died of a heart attack at a nursing home in Los Angeles, California. She was interred next to Dorothy at Forest Lawn Memorial Park Cemetery in Glendale, California. In the 1999 film Introducing Dorothy Dandridge, Ruby is portrayed by Loretta Devine.

[torque-witch]

Meet the Witch - 2024 Edition

Honestly I have not introduced myself in a LONG time because I've had this account since 2014 ish - so in case there are new people here this can be a good reference point.

So hi, hello - this is me in 2024. You can call me Cara but most people here know me as Torque! My pronouns are They/Them and I am currently 32 and married. I live in Pittsburgh, PA.

Most people know me for my devotion to Hel, Norse goddess of Death and my art of her!

(My hair is a bit longer so I just pull it back - but I barely take pictures anymore. Anyhow -)

What's new?

Still chronically ill and disabled; in 2024 we are still recovering from medical trauma that induced two phobias, POTS-like symptoms and a mystery digestive issue that is probably the severe IBS my meds that caused the trauma were controlling.

I am currently and hopefully to stay fully self-employed after finally getting off my feet from said trauma that left me pretty house-bound for a year. Somewhere in there I got a job with a catering company that truly was terrorizing, never reported me for taxes and therefore fucked up my finance history.

But, in 2024 so far I have done a good amount of shows and toured again briefly with the Oddities & Curiosities Expo group in cities outside of PA and that was incredible! I grew a lot as an artist, and it really helped me to work through some of my phobias and continue to stabilize.

You can find my Etsy here but I am focusing most of my efforts on shows! It would be best to follow my Instagram to keep up with events and new products!

Otherwise I've just been focusing on adulting and trying to fix our finances so that we can actually buy a house someday (hopefully).

A fun fact is that I started listening to ATEEZ in mid-2023 and got to see them in concert in DC this year as a bday gift to myself. It was absolutely the most incredible thing I've ever experienced. They are PERFORMERS.

If you're still on the fence about listening to Kpop, you're missing out! I poo-pooed it for a long time as cringey, but ATEEZ has very progressive lyrics and most of the fan-base in real life are alternative women and enby's in their 20's and 30's. Seriously the most fun I've ever had.

Other than that if I need to state it again, this page is for representation and acceptance of all forms and hate will not be tolerated. It's impossible to write out all the ways that people can be hateful but basically don't be a nazi or phobic in any way.

Not much else happened this year except a bunch of small-town drama associated with said catering company (story time?) and shit with our previous landlord (we moved). I made some really good local friends that I'm so appreciative of, and joined a DnD campaign for the first time!

My character is Ashaf Tendara, an Arcana Cleric archeologist who accidentally found some ruins of Ubtao and now unfortunately because of one of the sessions, their way of spell-casting is just screaming T-rex noises for ten minutes straight (Ubtao is related to dinosaurs somehow). We've finally emerged from the poop dungeons in said campaign, and some of those interactions I've wrote down are truly incredible. My Mage Hand is also a spectral sticky hand. My husband's steel defender's name is Duke Poop'em because of said poop dungeons.

I also read manga, watch anime and still read young adult fantasy at my big age (Adult SciFi is sooooo dense omg but it just takes me longer lol) and watch cozy game and horror playthroughs on YouTube. I listen to podcasts a lot about the paranormal, true crime and reddit readings.

Basically I'm a chronically ill and online shut-in artist with some witchy stuff sprinkled up in there.

I hope that was exciting and super informative. If you have any questions please send them in!

-Torque

[tomoleary]

George Pérez JLA/Avengers 2003 Pittsburgh Comic Con Program Guide (2003) Source

“From the Avengers we have Captain America, Iron Man, Thor, Hulk, Hawkeye, Black Panther, Ms. Marvel, the Wasp, Goliath, Vision, Scarlet Witch, She-Hulk, Wonder Man, Beast, Quicksilver and Tigra! From the JLA we have Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Green Lantern, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, Red Tornado, Firestorm, Zatanna, Blue Beetle, the Atom, Elongated Man and Plastic Man!”

[ariel-seagull-wings]

@stickypersonaearthquake @imperiuswrecked @thealmightyemprex @themousefromfantasyland @professorlehnsherr-almashy

"This happens with John Byrne a lot. Most fans have just accepted that Byrne has one idea of continuity: his. If he returns to a book (such as The Avengers) that he previously wrote, expect all of the characters to immediately return to the characterizations and stories he was writing when he left, as if all of the ensuing continuity and characterization had simply not happened. Whether this is a good thing or a really terrible thing generally varies on the title, how Byrne wrote it originally, what happened since he wrote it, and whether you're a big fan of John Byrne or not.

When John Byrne took over Star Brand back in The '80s, he proceeded to launch one Take That! after another at the departing figure of ousted Marvel Comics editor-in-chief Jim Shooter. Star Brand was one of the Shooter-initiated The New Universe titles, and was the one that Shooter himself wrote personally. Byrne not only took ad hominem shots at Shooter personally, but had exposition characters hang lampshades on how implausible the events of Shooter's run was, and how stupid the protagonist Ken Connell had been. Early on in Byrne's run, Connell's girlfriend (a major cast member) got killed off; Connell later broke down and tried to get rid of his powers, destroying Pittsburgh (the hometown of both Connell and Shooter) in the process. This was referred to slightly in the Untold Tales of the New Universe story "Tales of the Mulletverse".

In the '80s, John Byrne had grown tired of Magneto's status quo as an Anti-Hero, and wanted him to fall from grace and return to a life of villainy. To achieve this, he and Walt Simonson wrote a story where he did indeed turn back into a villain, and released the New Mutants from his tutelage to boot. Chris Claremont was not at all amused by this, so he responded by writing a story that revealed Magneto was only pretending to be a villain so that he would draw negative attention away from the other mutants of the world.

One reason there's bad blood between John Byrne and Peter David has to do with Lockjaw, The Inhumans' dog. As created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, Lockjaw was just a very large, mutated dog with a normal canine intelligence level. Byrne later wrote a Thing issue in which Lockjaw spoke for the first time, begging that baby Luna not be subjected to the Terrigen Mists, since their effects weren't always pretty — implying that he was a full-fledged Inhuman like the others, and the Inhumans had always treated Lockjaw as an animal solely because he looked like one. Thus Peter David revealed that Lockjaw's "speech" had been a prank on Ben Grimm. (As he tells it, this was a request from editorial; David himself didn't have a problem with the scene and wrote his retcon so that it was possible it was Quicksilver that was lying.) This fixed the problems with Byrne's story, but now the Inhumans were Jerkasses for a different reason: pranking Grimm in the middle of an important debate, at Lockjaw's expense. Fans of the Byrne story remain sore about this... and others remain sore about the Byrne story.

When John Byrne took over as writer on the West Coast Avengers, a title previously written by Steve Englehart, he proceeded to undermine four years' worth of characterization. Hawkeye went from confident leader to sidelined jerk. The Vision and Wonder Man relationship, that had evolved into a bond of close fraternity, returned to one of jealous contention. Tigra went through almost the exact same story arc of losing control of herself and succumbing to her feline side that Engelhart had put her through and seemingly resolved. And the Vision and Scarlet Witch marriage... was altered. After the Vision lost his emotions, their children were discovered to be pieces of the devil, after which The Scarlet Witch went insane. For some reason Byrne decided to hit the Reset Button and return the characters to a status they had outgrown in over a decade of stories. Some have accused Byrne of wrecking a title that Englehart had arguably made a success out of resentment over how Englehart had written the Fantastic Four, a title John Byrne had made a hit, although it is just as likely a case of Creative Differences.

On the other hand, Byrne's portrayal of Iron Man in Avengers West Coast (and later in Shellhead's own book) stayed fairly close to how Bob Layton and David Michelinie had portrayed him, although he did remove the weapons-testing aspect from Tony's origin story. He also kept team newcomer U.S. Agent pretty much in line with how Mark Gruenwald wrote him in Captain America.

Byrne & Chris Claremont had a feud of sorts in the 1980's, which started when Claremont wrote X-Men #145 where Arcade basically punks Doom and the X-Men force him to apologize, followed by a later story where Lilandra of the Shi'ar gives Reed Richards a "The Reason You Suck" Speech for saving Galactus' life. Byrne responded by later revealing that the Doom that dealt with Arcade was Actually a Doombot, and had Doom admit that the X-Men weren't even worth his time. Later, in FF #264, Reed was on trial for saving Galactus and was told by basically every cosmic being in the Marvel Universe that yes, he was 100% right in saving his life."

(TV TROPES: ARMED WITH CANON/MARVEL COMICS)

[kaiamar]

New Powder Witch Story

Mr. Harris sees a play about demons rebelling, starring his trans demon lover.

The story continues.

[fromashandwax]

COTD Five of Pentacles

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