#v. road to washington

[rain-on-wax-feathers]

nonhuman burr, washington, and eliza!!!

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

In The Low Lamp Light

17/12: Reassurance & Car Sex - Billy Washington Word Count: 1.5k~ | Warnings: mild angst, p in v sex, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), praise

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She sighs as she locks up, huffing her coat on in the chill of the late evening. She's able to see her breath as she yawns, tapping her foot as she waits for the tell-tale sound of the squeaky shift from fourth gear to third. The inevitable sound of Billy's car as he comes to pick her up.

She smooths her hands over her cold and aching legs, needing nothing more right now than to just curl up on the sofa under a blanket and sleep like she's dead.

Billy's car screeches down the road, amber headlights aglow, right on time as usual.

It doesn't take a genius. She can tell right away when he pulls up and doesn't even look in her direction that he's got a mard on.

It's something that used to bother her. But now, after knowing and being with him for so long, she knows all the little tells, all his mannerisms.

He won't be able to keep quiet about what he's thinking for long when confronted with silence.

Billy rests his head on his fist as it leans against the window, keeping the car running as she gets in, preparing herself for yet another monologue. She complains in her head, but really, she'd rather he tell her than just keep it in.

He's wearing his dark green jacket over a jumper, and she can see as soon as she shuts the door how his knee is bouncing.

“Good day at work?” he asks, dispassionately.

She presses her lips together giving him a smile, nodding, like she knows something is wrong.

“Alright, ta,” she replies, knowing what she's about to say next might start him off, “you?”

He simply puts the car in gear and drives off, “Yeah, fine.”

Her eyes narrow. He's not looked at her once.

She's surprised that he lasts as long as he does to be fair. Without the radio on, and only the sound of his Vauxhall's grinding revs to drown out the silence, she can see how his knuckles are white on the steering wheel.

“No…actually…it wasn't fine…”, he says quietly, almost too quiet to really hear without leaning over.

“Why?”

Billy scoffs, shaking his head, “I'm just a fucking idiot.”

Oh, hell no. We are not doing this.

Luckily, the route Billy is taking home goes through a dark single carriageway, covered by foliage with ample place to pull over.

“Park up.”

It's the first time he looks over at her. Brows arched in confusion.

“Eh?”

“Park. Up.”

He even sighs as he does, slowing to a full stop and tugging up the handbrake like it's the most difficult thing in the world.

“Turn the car off.”

He does. Moving his fingers to the bridge of his nose. By now wishing he'd said nothing at all.

“Do you wanna run that by me again?” she prods.

“Why are you being like this?”

“I'm not gonna sit here and listen to you calling yourself a ‘fucking idiot’, Billy.”

He sighs, “I really didn't wanna do this.”

“It's not an argument, Billy. Can you just tell me, plainly, what's happened? No…self-deprecation.”

His finger taps idly on the steering wheel, both of their breaths fogging up the car.

“I'm just…finding it hard”.

She cocks her head, gaze softening.

“It's not the same as…fixing up my old banger. Just feels like I don't know anything…”

There it is. That look on his face.

The one he always has when he's giving up on himself.

“Billy, they wouldn't have taken you on if they thought you couldn't do it-”

“I know. I'm just not hacking it-”

“Billy”, she says it flatly, hoping to grab his attention.

And she nearly softens right up when his baby blues look over at her from the driver's seat, all shiny and sad.

“Listen to me. I know, I know, how hard it's been for you to get any work. And now that you have, you're just trying to find something else to beat yourself up about.”

She sees how Billy swallows, nervously smoothing his hands over his jeans, like he doesn't know what to do when praised. It so rarely happened from anyone else before.

“You've done so well, Billy. And…as far as knowledge goes, if you don't know how to do something or…if you don't know what something is, ask.”

She reaches for his arm, wanting to show him with her touch, just how much she means it.

“There is no harm in asking. And give yourself some credit. Half the guys there have been doing this way longer than you and can barely hold their dick in a straight line.”

Some of the tension is lessened when he gives a breathy laugh, no doubt blushing as well as he looks into his lap. And she's relieved to see the beginnings of a smile tugging at his lips.

“I'm so proud of you, you know.”

It just came out so naturally she didn't even think twice about saying it. But she's forced to rethink about the weight of it when he looks up to her, their faces bathed in the minimal glow of the street lights outside.

But he doesn't say anything, making a warmth creep into her cheeks as he studies her.

“What?”

A surprised squeak is all that's able to leave her mouth as Billy pulls her by the back of her neck to crash his lips to hers. An urgent, needed kiss. One of pure necessity, but warming nonetheless in her gut.

His clothes smell of engine oil, something she'd become pleasantly accustomed to since Billy started this new job. And it's shameful to admit, but she rather likes the rugged, masculine scent that vapes off of him when they're in the throes of it.

Now is no different.

She melts into him as his tongue sweeps over her bottom lip, caressing hers, before pulling away with a soft click.

“Say it again, please…”

Her lips part involuntarily as his fingers run into her hair, tugging her close to him as he mouths at her neck.

���Um…I am…I'm proud of you…”

She can feel his breath against her neck as he sighs, as if those are the sweetest words she's ever said to him.

Her eyes dart around as Billy presses himself up against her, able to see the effect all this is having concealed beneath his boxers.

“Billy, someone could see-”

“I don't care.”

She squeals again as Billy pulls the lever up on the passenger seat, laying the back down flat so she faces the roof. He is quick to follow on top of her, emboldened perhaps by the fact that the road is dark and clear with being so late at night, and there is nothing around them but fields and trees.

His knee parts her legs, chest pressed against hers as his full lips make their way down her neck to her collarbone.

Her chest feels all tight, stomach doing backflips at the thought of doing this so unabashedly in his car. But she doesn't protest. Instead she watches his face as he edges down her body, eventually reaching her leggings where his impatient hands tug at the waistband.

“Billy…”

He doesn't even wait to pull down her underwear before he dives between her thighs, mouthing at her clothed centre like he's been thinking about it all day.

“- fuck -”

All breath is shot out of her throat when Billy collects her underwear in his fingers and tugs them hastily aside, flattening his warm, wet muscle against her bundle of nerves in a sensation that has her back arch off the seat slightly.

Her hand finds his hair, the sandy tresses spilling through her fingers, pulling him towards her in micro-movements as he feasts on her, moaning outright as he does it. It does well to drown out the muffled sounds of a car flying past the single carriageway outside.

She is sure it's never felt this good before as she grinds unceremoniously on his face, searching for friction. And she feels the way his hands wrench her thighs apart, wanting more of her taste.

“Oh - fuck, Billy -”

Warmth creeps into her gut as Billy quickens, moving down to fuck her with his tongue as his thumb moves to her clit so the sensation is not abandoned. And both of these dull, pleasurable feelings at once has electricity firing off in her blood, not realising how hard she's pulling on him.

Her orgasm is followed by a choked cry, her hips chasing his lips and tongue as she rides it out. All Billy can do is lap up whatever she gives him, her essence coating his lips in the most erotic way, the car smelling of sex and their bodies.

He pulls away just enough to undo his jeans and lay back on top of her, his lips finding hers again and allowing her to taste the heady, musky juices that have coated them. She'd be embarrassed if she heard how she moaned as the head of his cock pushed past her slick folds, spearing her open around him.

She desperately hopes that another car doesn't come by as theirs has now started to bob with movements that cannot be explained with anything else other than sex. Although secretly, excitement bubbles inside her at the thought.

So she holds onto him, raising her legs around him to aid him deeper inside her, smiling lovingly when he gruffs.

“Say it again.”

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[fan-goddess]

Hi hi! If the kinktober requests are still open, could I possibly ask for a dark!Billy Washington with a religious/innocence kink (like the reader is innocent and he wants to corrupt her), maybe even breeding if it’s not too much to ask?

If it’s not acceptable, it’s okay!!! Thank you, and I hope you are well ���💕

Authors Note: Thank you love I hope you’re well too thank you. Don’t worry it’s not too much at all! I went more down the innocent road rather than the religious one but I hope you don’t mind,

Warnings: THIS TECHNICALLY INVOLVES NON-CON AS BILLY TAKES ADVANTAGE OF A DRUNK PERSON, p in v sex, innocence, breeding kink, manipulation, stalking, Billy talks bad about religion, dirty talk, breeding kink, virginity loss, cock warming technically, obsessive behaviour, anxiety, ptsd, sort of drugging, Dark!Billy Washington, (IF I MISS ANY LET ME KNOW!)

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Ever since Billy was young, he never truly had anything that solely belonged to him.

His toys were always ripped and battered from Lana. His clothes throughout his younger years till all the way to his late teens were always worn down by his dad. Even his girlfriend at the time had said on the second date that she was seeing this other guy too.

Everything Billy had owned, had always been used by another person. And he thought that was what his life would be like from then on. Getting life’s second hand leftovers. That was however, until he met you.

You were perfect. A virgin if he ever saw one, who had been untouched by a man. Unspoiled, dare he even say.

Which is why he was so eager to have you in his lap, crying out his name for everyone to hear who you belonged too.

Billy had originally met you in one of his rehabilitation group sessions. You weren’t one of the ones part of the session. Instead, you were one of those helping out as one of the few volunteers. All decked out in your typical skinny jeans and plain t-shirt, all brought together by the name tag where your name shon with black sharpie.

He can’t deny that he wasn’t ever annoyed by the high pitched fakeness of your tone as you would sometimes speak to him, but he can’t deny that your body bending over to pick up leaflets certainly made up for it.

He finds himself watching you continuously. Never allowing himself to let his eyes leave you. He even followed you home once. The way his heart beat hard against his chest as he made sure to walk twenty paces behind you becoming an addictive feeling he’s never felt before in his life.

He even wrote it all down. He wrote about the parties he heard you talking about with another volunteer, friends names you mentioned hanging out with, making sure to highlight any that sounded like it belonged to a man in red.

Only the watching wasn’t enough for him. As soon, after coming up to his fifth month of group, he became desperate for the feeling of your skin. Sure, he’s felt it briefly when you’ve passed him something, but it was a different sort of touch he was craved.

Billy craved for the feeling of your wet walls clenching hard on his cock while you moaned for more. He wanted the feeling of your nails, currently painted an odd shade of yellow, digging so harshly into his back that he could feel blood trickling down till a puddle formed on the sheets. He wanted your lips that he knows you paint with strawberry lipgloss on his. Smothering you in love, devotion, obsession, until he knows you’ll never leave him.

He plays the game when he talks to you finally. Talking about his sad little life, relishing in the sad faces you make as he tells you his story. At the end of it, you even offer him a hug for what he’s been through, a pathetic thing which still he quickly accepts, committing to memory the feeling of your breasts pressed against his chest.

He craves the feeling again, and again. So he does what he does best. He tells you more stories about him. Weaving little white lies about himself to gage your reactions and see if your sympathy is true or not. And to his delight, it is.

Whenever Billy manages to get you to open up about yourself, there is always a mention of faith, and gods generosity and kindness scattered in there. It’s annoying really, but if he has to put up with it to be with you, he will. Cause theres nothing stopping him from being with you. Not even God, who supposedly watches all.

“Why don’t I take you to dinner tomorrow? As a thank you for helping me through this tough time in my life and all?” Billy asks once, zipping up his jacket in a supposed carefree manner, pretending not to smirk at the sight of your bashfully bright red face looking at him worriedly.

“I don’t know if I can-“

“Please?” He interrupts, putting on a begging face as he looks at you, admiring the way you begin to bite your in a nervous manner. “I just want to repay you in anyway I can.”

You seem to think on it a few minutes before nodding in agreement. And for the first time in his pathetic little life, Billy Washington feels like God is smiling down on him.

“Great! I’ll pick you up at around seven. Can I have your number so I can text you?”

Everything is going to plan, Billy thinks as he adds your number in his phone, secretly adding a small heart to the end of your contact name. Everything is falling right where he wants them to…

He doesn’t follow you home that night. Allowing you the privilege this once as a special sort of treat.

The next day though, Billy’s mind is solely on you. How he’s going to impress you, how he’s going to talk to you, and even how he’s going to possibly fuck you too.

The thoughts only darken when he gets the text from you saying your address, not that he needs it, and he arrives in front of your house ready to pick you up, texting you to say he was waiting. Which by the look of you, was well worth the wait.

The dress does wonders as it desperately clings to your curves. It being a black material that stops a little above your knees, and does not much to cover your breasts that he can clearly from where he sat in the can see straining against the fabric.

“You look gorgeous.” Billy states, smirking at the way you blush under his praise. Hiding the way his eyes roam over your body as your distracted putting the seatbelt on in the car, and quickly tearing them away to look in front as you turn to look at him.

Though as he moves to turn the keys to start the engine, the sudden urge to check the car overcomes him. Even though Billy knows that he checked the car at least three times before coming to pick you up.

“Billy, are you alright?” You ask, your eyes wide with concern and your hand softly laid on his arm in a comforting manner.

As much as he wants to yell and panic though, he knows for your sake he needs to act calm. So he tries to speak with the calmest voice he can muster at that moment.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine love. Little nervous that’s all. Nothing to worry about!” It doesn’t come out as smooth as he likes, as he can immediately feel the harshness of his tone. Slightly regretting the fact he’s directing it at you.

“Please take your time Billy. It’s okay.” He recognises your work voice immediately, and yet it seemingly works as he begins to deeply breathe, and his heart manages to calm itself down somehow. Possibly because he’s focusing on your hand that you’ve placed on his shoulder, your thumb tracing small shapes on his back.

After a few minutes though of silence filled only with his heavy breaths and your calming murmurs, he’s ready to go again. Turning on the car engine with a deep breath and moving his feet to move the car. Even allowing himself to turn on the radio and have some random pop song play in the background that to his amusement you begin humming along too.

When the two of you eventually get to the restaurant Billy made the reservation at, he lets a sigh of relief he didn’t even realise he was holding go. Quickly moving to get out not due to the anxiety caused by the car, but so he can move to your side and open the door for you, making sure you don’t get hit by any oncoming traffic.

“Why thank you kind sir!” You giggle, a faint redness on your cheeks spreading to your ears that makes Billy want to shove everything out the way and just take you right then and there in the car until there’s nothing left to take. To claim you until there’s nothing left for him to claim.

“You’re welcome my dear lady!” He grins back, eager to get inside and sit with you properly.

When Billy steps inside the restaurant, making sure to hold the door open again for you, he silently says his name to the man waiting by the reservation book, and is so grateful for everything when the man says the table is already available to sit at and begins to lead him and you to the table. Once again making sure that before you sit he pulls the chair out for you, to which you giggle once again at his actions. If Billy had his way, he’d record your laugh and make it so he could listen to it every hour of the day.

The menus the two of you are given are large, and filled to the brim with unknown names of foods Billy has no idea the origins of. His eyes try to find the familiar things. The restaurant burgers. The pizzas. Even the steak and chips. But there was absolutely fuck all. The only thing he actually spotted was yes, a steak, but it was nearly forty quid. And as much as he wants to impress you, he also wants to not be bankrupted by a fucking steak and chips.

His eyes anxiously look over at you in front of him, and to his strange relief, he sees your own awkward eyes already looking back at him.

“You alright?” Your eyes flick from the menu to him, and he begins to understand what you’re implying.

“This a very fancy place Billy. Where did you hear about it?” You ask, closing the menu and putting it down on the table as you await his answer.

“My uh, my sister may have recommended it when I asked her for a fancy place to ea…” He mumbles, his eyes trailing to the table as his anxiety makes itself known again. That is however, until your hand comes into his line of sight, and it intertwines with his own. A feeling of warmth that Billy never felt with anyone, especially with Becky, making itself known in his chest.

“Your sister Lana right? Well I think she made the right choice when you said fancy, but I’ll be honest, I don’t think I know even three quarters of whatever is on this menu!” You laugh, and Billy can’t help but let out a sigh of relief at your words.

“Me neither!” He laughs, finding himself enjoying your shared confusion. “Did you want to get out of here? We could always go back to mine and order a takeaway?”

“Oh my god that sounds perfect! Can I just say though I have been craving a Chinese these last few nights, so could we get that please?” A rare genuine smile takes over Billy’s face as he subdues every urge within him to kiss you for how perfect you are for him, and instead, he just agrees with your option, and goes to stand before moving to take your hand in his. He relishes in the warmth your hand provides while he drags you to the exit, the two of you giggling like children as you pass the waiter who sat you down not even five minutes ago, and currently looking at the two of you in deep confusion.

He possibly even calls after the two of you, yet Billy and you are already stepping out the door and making a beeline towards the car, giggling like children as you do so.

There isn’t the same hesitation this time when Billy moves to start the car, nor is there the same compulsion to check the cars entirety for explosives. This time, he can only focus on the way your head tilts back when you laugh, and how he wonders if you would do a similar thing when he fucks you. Your neck looks perfectly bared for him, and he can’t help but make a slight noise as he thinks about marking the entire area with his teeth and lips.

By the time the two of you get to his flat, Billy’s cock is by the least semi hard in his trousers, practically begging to be touched by you.

Even when the two of you get inside the building and into the elevator, you chat about random things while he imagines pinning you against the wall and filling you. He images you begging for him to stop, that someone will find and see the both of you. Only he won’t stop. He’ll continue eating your pussy till you cum all over his face, like a dirty slut he knows you to truly be.

“We’re here, Billy?” You say, tearing him from his thoughts and reminding him of where he is. Of who he’s with. The one who’s made his cock almost fully hard right now in his underwear.

“Shit sorry!” He apologises, pretending he was just lost in thought as he opens the door and allows you to head in before him, ladies first and all that shit, before the heading in and closing the door behind him, and locking it in the process. Unbeknownst to you though, who’s too busy admiring every little thing in the room as if you’ve never seen anything like it before.

“Didn’t know you played guitar!” You gasped, pointing to the pathetic looking thing sitting in the corner of the room.

“I don’t…” He grumbles, remembering all the lessons he had and forgot as a lanky teenager. He chooses to ignore the regretful expression on your face, and instead focusing on getting the Chinese takeaway leaflet hung on his fridge with a random magnet, handing it to you and asking what you want to order. His treat.

You answer with basic menu items, but Billy has no idea if it’s because you actually like that food, or because you think he doesn’t have enough money or spice tolerance to order the more extreme items. Either way though, he doesn’t mind. In both, he still has you sitting on his shitty second hand sofa eating a meal with him. He’s practically in fucking heaven and nothing could take that away from him.

The talk in between the ordering and the delivery is basic too, as Billy makes sure to focus all the attention on you. What you like to do in your free time, what your favourite foods are, what are your family like, etc. They totally aren’t questions he needs to know if he ever locked you in his home sometime in the future….

Though as he’s getting to know your dream job as a child, a princess, which is unsurprisingly basic of you, there’s a knock on the door. And when he unlocks it and opens it, a friendly looking man stands there holding the food bag with the restaurants logo in his hands, ready for his payment, which Billy gives with a small nod before shutting the door and locking it again behind him.

When he gets to the living room though, he’s thoroughly surprised to see you’ve already managed to find plates and cutlery to eat with.

“That was quick!” He chuckles in amusement, finding it cute the way you shy away suddenly from his gaze.

“Shut up!” You laugh, busying yourself by setting the food up on the small table in front of the sofa. Billy walks into the kitchen again, hanging up the menu in its original place on the fridge before opening it and hesitating on grabbing a can of beer, thinking of the situation at hand, and instead grabbing two cans of off brand coke he bought at Aldi a couple days ago. Bringing them into the living room and placing them on coasters you somehow also managed to find.

“Thanks Billy!” You smile, and that warm feeling rises again in his chest, fighting against the feeling of arousal that you somehow haven’t noticed yet, probably due to his slightly baggy shirt covering it. He almost wants you to notice it though. He wants you to know how hard he is for you, and how hard it is to stop himself from dragging you to his bedroom, whether that’s with you willing or not with you kicking and screaming, and taking you as his own. Taking you as his, having you solely as his own… It was pretty fucking intoxicating.

The two of you begin to eat, putting on some random tv series in the background as the two of you talked some more about only you each other.

Billy excuses himself though to grab more drinks for the both of you, but this time something stops him from grabbing another can of coke. Instead, something pulls him towards the cans of beer, his hand frozen at it reaches out to them.

“Do you want something stronger than a coke? I’ve only get some beer cans though!” He calls, grinning like the cat who ate the canary when he hears you enthusiastically say you’d love that, practically strutting into the room with the two cans in his hands.

Billy only sips at his every so often, but you, you drink the cans easily like water, and Billy can’t help himself but bring you more, until you’re giggling like mad and laying your whole body on his for some stability. He’s not even surprised that you’re such a lightweight.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were really cute…” You say, the words sending bolts of pure lightening down Billy’s spine.

“Oh really now…” He smirks, using your brought on ditziness as an excuse to touch your face. The perverse voice in the back of his head loud and proud as you seem to almost instinctively nuzzle into his palm.

“Good girl…”

It comes out before he thinks, and Billy freezes in horror soon as he says it. Though that quickly melts away, and a new familiar feeling comes over him as he can physically see your breath hitch and your face bloom a light shade of pink.

“Oh, did you like that little one? Did you like me calling you a good girl for me?” Billy purrs, his other hand finding a place on your hip as you wordlessly nod your head in agreement.

Your eyes appear droopy, yet somehow, also entirely focused on his lips that still are curled into a dark smile.

“Do you want to kiss me little one?” He doesn’t even wait for a direct answer though, as as soon as he says this he moves in to connect his lips to yours. A noise that could be called a snarl roaring within him as he feels your lips moving against his own, and your body eagerly moving to sit on his lap. He releases a small sound of surprise at your sudden eagerness, yet he certainly isn’t disappointed by it.

“Eager little thing…” He chuckles, quickly moving to kiss you again, savouring the taste of your lips. A little salty from the food, a hint of alcohol from the many beers, and strawberry from the lipgloss he always sees you put on. It’s a strange combination, but so fucking addictive that Billy doesn’t think he could ever tire from it.

So the two of you stay like that for a while. The tv still playing some random channel 4 programme in the background, while the two of you kiss to your hearts contents. Billy’s hands still firmly grasping on your hip and your jawbone. You however, seem to be dissatisfied with the situation. As your hips begin to grind slightly on his boner which you’ve finally noticed, and you make small gasps of air as you both continue kissing.

Though the ache in Billy’s own clothes begins to become too severe and prominent. So he feels he has no other choice but to suddenly release himself from your lips, much to your chagrin as you whine in annoyance.

“Now now little one no need to whine so much. Cause I’m gonna fuck you now, alright? Gonna shove my cock so deep in your wet tight cunt that you’re gonna be feeling me for days… do you understand me?”

You quickly nod your head, and Billy hums in approval, making quick work to strip you of your clothes. But before anything, he pulls the top of your dress down, and puts his mouth on your gorgeous fucking tits.

“Oh Billy!” You whine for the first, though certainly not the last time that night. His lips and teeth making quick work to mark and suck at your skin, humming in delight as he moves as he pleases. Some areas were already developing dark marks, while some were just shiny from to practically drooling mouth.

It takes a long time before Billy feels like he’s properly ‘marked’ you. His eyes shining in approval as his eyes wander over his canvas, aka, your chest.

“Billy please I want you!” You whine, biting your lip with a dazed look in your eyes.

“Oh yeah? You want me that badly huh…” Billy hums, relishing in the attention he has never been given before. He relishes in the feeling of your entire being wanting him as desperately as you did right now. It almost makes his head spin with all that focus on him alone.

You eagerly move your head up and down, and all Billy can find himself doing is moving you to lay on the sofa, his hands eagerly moving to tear the remaining clothes on your body off and fling it somewhere in the room.

When you are naked in front of him though, the air in his lungs practically vanished as he has to stop and admire you. Your upper half covered in his markings, while your lower half he can see is shiny all from your wetness.

“Fucking beautiful…” He murmurs, not bothering to see your reactions as he lunges forward and begins to frantically move his tongue around your cunt.

Billy Washington may not have gone down on any many women, but with all that time he’s spent watching crappy porn videos and jerked himself off imaging going down on you, the enthusiasm he shows certainly seems to make up for it.

He can hear the sounds of your moans above him, which makes him even more desperate to make you cum on his tongue and feel you later in the night soak his cock. His lips suck and nibble slightly on your clit, and he chuckles into the depth of your warmth as he feels your thighs clenching round his head and your hand gripping as tight as it could in his hair.

Billy doesn’t stop after the first time you cum on his tongue, humming delightfully at the taste of you. He doesn’t even stop after the second. He only stops after the third, when you’re practically crying for him to stop. The sound of which sending such a thrill down his entire body that he knows he needs to fuck your now, or else he’ll go insane. Or at least, more insane than he possibly is.

He takes his clothes off at a normal pace, as as much as he’d like to strip as quickly as he could to sink himself deep inside of you, Billy can’t help but chuckle at your wide eyed hazed looking eyes staring at every inch of his body, seemingly unable to look away. It was that moment that made him remember what drew him to you. It’s what made him remember that you were an actual virgin, making it that this moment would be the first you ever saw a cock.

“Beg for me.” Billy grunts, leaning over your body and caging you with his own. The grip on your body tightening when you don’t respond to his demand.

“Please Billy! You suddenly whine, his own eyes focused on your lips that look swollen and sore from both kissing and from you biting them in an attempt to muffle your noises from earlier. “I really want you to fuck me! Wanna feel you deep inside me! Please!”

He grunts, surprised at your use dirty words, but certainly satisfied enough from them, and thrusts himself forward, sheathing himself fully inside you with a loud deep groan. He can feel your whole body tense at the intrusion, and for only your benefit, Billy keeps himself as still as he can so you can get used to this unknown feeling of his large cock in your small little cunt.

“The best little fucking pussy.” He murmurs with furrowed brows, your own face scrunched up in pleasure and your mouth hung open in a silent scream.

He wants to start thrusting hard and fast, but instead he starts slowly. Allowing himself to relish in the whimpers you let out as he pushes himself as deep as he can inside you before pulling out and leaving only the tip inside you.

“G-go faster Billy!” You whine, the grip you have on his forearms leaving small indents from your yellow painted nails.

“Say please now, little one.” He grunts.

“P-please Billy! Please fuck me faster and harder!”

“Good girl…” He praises, gripping your writhing body tighter before moving his hips as fast as he can, almost laughing out loud at the way your voice goes nearly ten times higher at the sudden change in pace.

The sounds themselves though are barely illegible. Words half spoken before they’re cut off by a moan or two. It was fucking heavenly, if Billy dared to call it that.

His only true focus though, is the feeling of your wet warm walls clenching every so often on his cock, and that rough patch he hits when he thrusts his hips at a certain angle, which draws such a wanton sound from your lips he’d almost believe he was watching a live action porno.

Billy tries so hit it more, shuffling his body so he can try and hit that spot as much as he can. Which even though it’s takes an almost embarrassingly long time to find, it’s certainly rewarded by the new noises you make and the way your body twitches against him.

It feels like a fucking dream. The way you’re practically crying from the pleasure and the way you hold onto him refusing to let him go, desperate for more like an eager slut. He knows at that very moment that he’ll never willingly let you go now. Not when he feels you cum hard on his cock for the fourth with what could only be called a shriek falling from your lips, the feeling of which triggering his own release so his cum shoots as deep as it could inside you. No condom being there to stop him from doing so.

The sound of his heavy breathing mixed with your own, excluding the tv which continues playing some unknown thing, is all the two of you can hear as you wordlessly stare at each other. His cock, that by now has softened, is still inside you. Yet the closeness of that is strangely comforting to him. More comforting than anything he’s felt with anyone else.

Billy still doesn’t speak as he moves the both of you to a more comfortable position. Neither do you as Billy moves to spoon you, still with his cock inside you, his cum though beginning to leak from your cunt down to your thighs.

His face burrows in your neck, and he breathes in your scent slightly before pressing a light kiss to one of the more higher up hickeys he earlier marked on your chest.

His right hand cups your stomach, where he knows his cum is currently located, and he imagines what would happen if he had gotten you pregnant right now. An thought of him and you living in a nice house just on the outskirts of London, him coming home from work of some kind and being greeted by you at the door all dolled up with a miniature you hanging on your hip. It’s intoxicating, it’s gorgeous, and he knows he’d hurt anyone, and do anything possible to see that dream become a reality for him.

As you nuzzle back into his warmth, the effects of the drinks still lingering in you, you have no idea of his thoughts. No idea of what you have just set into place.

You have no idea that you’re never leaving Billy Washingtons embrace ever again.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

don't piss off cat people

* * * *

Biden-Harris promote Supreme Court reform!

July 30, 2024

Robert B. Hubbell

At long last! President Biden announced proposals for significant reforms to the Supreme Court, and presumptive nominee Kamala Harris immediately endorsed those reforms! President Biden has also proposed a constitutional amendment to reverse the Supreme Court’s decision in Trump v. US that granted extra-constitutional immunity to presidents after they leave office.

Although passing these reforms depends on the outcome of the 2024 election and the successful defense of the proposed laws in the courts, President Biden and V.P. Harris have changed the framework for discussing the Supreme Court. The question is now, “When?,” not “If?”

It has been a long and uncertain road to this point, but the Supreme Court’s stream of lawless decisions issued by a conflicted and hyper-partisan bench has proved too much for the American people. In proposing the reforms and constitutional amendment now, President Biden has ensured that the Supreme Court is on the ballot in 2024.

President Biden authored an op-ed in the Washington Post that explains his proposals. See Opinion  Joe Biden: My plan to reform the Supreme Court and ensure no president is above the law. (This article is accessible to all.) I hope you will take the time to read the entire op-ed.

President Biden places the ethics scandals at the Court front-and-center in his proposal:

[T] he court is mired in a crisis of ethics. Scandals involving several justices have caused the public to question the court’s fairness and independence, which are essential to faithfully carrying out its mission of equal justice under the law. [¶] What is happening now is not normal, and it undermines the public’s confidence in the court’s decisions, including those impacting personal freedoms. We now stand in a breach.

President Biden has proposed three reforms:

1.    A constitutional amendment that would provide that there is no immunity for crimes a former president committed while in office 2.    A binding code of ethics 3.    Eighteen-year term limits (A president would appoint a new justice every two years, who would serve for 18 years).

Some commentators welcomed the proposals as a “practical way forward” that could garner support for passage after the 2024 election. See Politico, Democrats May Have a Real Chance to Reform the Supreme Court. President Biden’s proposal omitted enlarging the Court, a proposal that the Politico article described as an unpopular outlier not likely to gain legislative support.

Each proposal faces difficulties in gaining passage.

As to the constitutional amendment abolishing presidential immunity, Ian Millhiser in Vox reviewed the historical challenges faced by earlier proposed amendments, including the ERA and a proposal to ban child labor. (To date, neither has passed.) An amendment requires approval by a 2/3 supermajority in both chambers of Congress and ratification by 3/4 of the states (38 states). That is a tall order, indeed. But it won’t happen if we don’t try. And Republican states may be more supportive of such an amendment if they perceive that a Democratic president—like Kamala Harris—is too powerful.

The binding ethics code is plainly constitutional because the Constitution grants Congress the authority to create “exceptions” and impose “regulations” on the Court’s exercise of appellate jurisdiction. But the plain words of the Constitution haven’t prevented Justice Alito from taking the position that Congress is constitutionally prohibited from imposing regulations on the Court. Alito should lose, but it will be a fight.

As to the term limits, there will be a fight over whether the Constitution’s grant of life tenure to judges—subject to good behavior—permits term limits. Some constitutional scholars (including Professor Laurence Tribe) believe that term limits are permissible in the absence of a constitutional amendment, while others disagree. The Supreme Court would likely decide this issue.

One reform not suggested by President Biden is enlarging the Court. That path would not be subject to constitutional challenge and would require only a majority vote in both chambers of Congress (and a carve-out to the filibuster, which requires only 51 votes in the Senate). But for reasons that escape me, many politicians and observers view the least legally objectionable pathway as the most radical. Nonetheless, Senator Edward Markey of Massachusetts has proposed legislation to enlarge the Supreme Court to thirteen justices. See  Democracy Docket, ‘We Must Expand the Court:’ Sen. Markey, Advocates Call for Adding 4 SCOTUS Seats.

Oddly, in an interview with Laura Ingraham on Monday, Trump criticized President Biden’s proposal, claiming that Biden “wants to pack the Court.” Laura Ingraham responded, “That’s not in Biden’s proposal.”

Regardless of the way forward, reforming the Supreme Court is now on the table with the support of President Biden, Vice President Harris, and leading Democrats in Congress. It will happen—if only because the current reactionary majority will continue to curtail the rights and liberties of all Americans. It is only a matter of time—and it is up to us. We must all vote as if Supreme Court reform is on the ballot in 2024—because it is!

Kamala Harris continues to challenge Trump / Vance directly and vigorously

On Monday, an Iowa six-week abortion ban went into effect. At a campaign rally, V.P. Kamala Harris repeatedly referred to legislation restricting reproductive liberty in the states as “Trump abortion bans.” See WSJ, Harris Puts Abortion, a Weakness for Trump, at Center of Campaign. As noted in the WSJ article, President Biden was reluctant to say the word “abortion,” while Kamala Harris is a “fighter” on the issue who is willing to urge voters to “stop Donald Trump’s extreme abortion bans.”

V.P. Harris also posted a video on YouTube condemning the Iowa abortion ban and promising to sign legislation to protect the right to abortion nationally. See YouTube, Vice President Harris on Trump's Abortion Ban in Iowa | Harris 2024.

Some (most?) women sensed President Biden’s discomfort on the issue and are responding positively to Kamala Harris’s strong support for access to abortions and reproductive healthcare for all women in the US. Harris’s approach resonates with many women in America who felt that President Biden was a reluctant advocate for abortion rights, even though President Biden and Kamala Harris support the same policies.

The Harris Campaign continues to go after Trump and Vance with lightning speed and full force. Within hours of JD Vance removing his absolutist abortion stance from his website, the Harris HQ Twitter feed posted Vance’s now-deleted position with the comment, “Weird that Vance just deleted this from his website.”

The Harris campaign also posted a quick reply to Trump's claim on Monday that the Biden-Harris record on crime was “terrible.” The Harris campaign posted the following:

Our opponent Donald Trump is a criminal.

• Migrants were more likely to be released after a border arrest under President Trump than under the Biden-Harris administration. • As president, Donald Trump oversaw the largest single-year spike in the murder rate in more than a century. • As president, Trump proposed a $400 million cut to local law enforcement funding. • Trump has demanded the defunding of federal law enforcement, while proposing using the FBI and Justice Department to go after his political enemies. • JD Vance said, "I hate the police."

The Harris Campaign is also amplifying a clip from Trump's interview with Laura Ingraham that included this exchange:

Ingraham: Why not debate Kamala Harris? Trump: Because everyone already knows everything Ingraham: They’re saying you’re afraid of debating her Trump: I’m leading in the polls

Can you smell the fear? It is not true that Trump is leading in the polls. The race has tightened considerably, with Kamala Harris making up persistent deficits posted by President Biden. The race remains close, within the margin of error in many polls, but the trends all favor Kamala Harris. She has the momentum, and Trump and Vance are on the defensive.

So, if you are feeling good about Kamala Harris’s candidacy, you should be. After a whole week as the presumptive nominee, she continues to have the Trump campaign on its back foot. And the first three days of this week will feature massive online fundraisers and strategy meetings with hundreds of thousands of volunteers!

I invite readers who attend(ed) any of the online meetings to post your observations in the Comment section.

While we have reason to be hopeful, we have no reason to be complacent. We must beat Trump by a wide margin to remove all doubt and opportunity for election interference by Trump or the Supreme Court. (See Concluding Thoughts.)

Robert B. Hubbell Newsletter

[justinspoliticalcorner]

David Badash at NCRM:

The Republican National Committee’s draft 2024 platform, which reportedly is a “scaled-down” version of the last one it published, in 2016, has been approved by Donald Trump and includes strong stances against support for transgender people, while paving the road for so-called fetal personhood and reportedly “softening” the party’s position on abortion. “The primary goal is a ‘short form’ 2024 document that is a pledge of allegiance to former President Donald J. Trump rather than the statement of party values the platform has traditionally been, according to interviews with a dozen platform representatives and other Republicans,” The New York Times reports, calling it “A Republican Platform That Could Read Like a Trump Rally.” The platform, which will be voted on later this week, “stops short of explicitly calling for a constitutional amendment to give embryos or fetuses constitutional rights and does not call for any national bans on abortion, confirming the concerns of antiabortion activists,” The Washington Post reports. Trump has called for “punishment” of women who obtain abortions, which he did in 2016, and recently said states have the right to punish the doctors who perform them. The ex-president has repeatedly bragged about taking away the constitutional right to abortion, saying in May, “I was able to kill Roe v. Wade.” Just four weeks ago Trump urged a Christian organization that opposes all abortion, for any reason, to stand up for “innocent life,” as The Associated Press reports.

The draft language on abortion in the RNC platform reads: “We proudly stand for families and life. We believe that the 14th Amendment to the Constitution of the United States guarantees that no person can be denied life or liberty without due process and that the states are, therefore, free to pass laws protecting those rights. After 51 years, because of us, that power has been given to the states and to a vote of the people. We will oppose late term abortion while supporting mothers and policies that advance prenatal care, access to birth control, and IVF (fertility treatments).”

[...] The draft language also attacks the rights of transgender people. While it “stops short of seeking to bar parents from seeking medical treatment for minor children,” The Post reports, it “condemn[s] any taxpayer funding of such procedures.” “We will keep men out of women’s sports, ban taxpayer funding for sex change surgeries, and stop taxpayer-funded schools from promoting gender transition, reverse Biden’s radical rewrite of Title IX education regulations, and restore protections for women and girls,” it says. It also removes language on same-sex marriage, which the RNC has officially opposed.

The RNC’s draft platform is just as extreme on abortion, as it is a backdoor to an abortion ban while purportedly claiming to support IVF and birth control access.

On LGBTQ+ issues, the draft platform de facto calls for a gender-affirming care ban.

See Also:

Abortion, Every Day: Don't Fall for the GOP's Platform Lie

[archinform]

George W. Maher, architect - part 2

My previous post focused on Maher-designed houses on Hutchinson St., now a Chicago historic district. For this post, I spent part of a day photographing some of Maher's other residential work in Chicago.

Stevenson-Colvin House

Address: 5940 N. Sheridan Rd.

Year Built: 1909

Architect: George W. Maher

The Stevenson-Colvin House

The Harry M. Stevenson house at 4950 N. Sheridan Road dates to 1909 and is a rare survivor of the large homes that lined the street in the first decades of the 20th century. The house, referred to today as the Colvin house for its second owner, features a distinctive Maher dormer, second floor windows recessed behind columns, and a motif of tulips and triangles. It has been restored in recent years and now functions as an events venue.

Classic Chicago Magazine

I took the following photos of the Colvin House during a past Open House Chicago weekend, sponsored by the Chicago Architecture Center:

Unfortunately, the interior has been remodeled, removing virtually all of Maher's original design. The chandelier, however, and the stair rail, are original. The house is now an events venue.

Residence of Edwin M. Colvin, Esq., Chicago. The Architectural Record, 1916 Feb., v. 39, p. 175. ill, plans.

J.H. Hoekscher House

4506 N. Sheridan Rd., 1902

4506 N. Sheridan shortly after completion in 1902 (Inland Architect)

Interior photos available here

King / Nash House, 1901-1902

3234 W Washington Blvd., Chicago

This house is an amalgamation of the Sullivanesque, Colonial Revival, and Prairie styles. It was originally commissioned by wealthy businessman Patrick J. King, but its most well-known occupant was the influential Irish-Catholic politician Patrick A. Nash, who lived here from 1925 to 1943, when Washington Boulevard was one of the city's most-fashionable addresses.

Chicago Landmarks

Davey Pate / Charles Comiskey House, 1901

5131 S. Michigan Ave., Chicago

Maher designed this house for Chicago lumberman Davey Pate. The house was later owned by Charles Comiskey, long-time owner of the Chicago White Sox baseball team.

Magerstadt House, 1906-1908

4930 South Greenwood Avenue, Chicago

Completed the same year that Maher was devising a master plan for the Northwestern University campus, the Magerstadt House sits sideways on its deep, narrow lot, with the front door facing what is now the driveway. Visible from the street is a rectangular side porch whose pillars sport carved poppies.

Chicago Magazine

Elevation and plans above and photos below, HABS survey documents

This house is probably one of the finest works of George W. Maher, a contemporary of Frank Lloyd Wright, and one of the Prairie School. It shows a relationship to Wright's work of the time in its cubist massing, ribbons of windows, simple, low-pitched roof, and deep, unbroken eaves. The influence of Art Nouveau is also evident, as is seen in the extensive use of the poppy motif in the ornament and interior finish.

Library of Congress

This photo and other interior views on Redfin

Link: Magerstadt House HABS Report

[rrcraft-and-lore]

instead of a shitpost/meme, I just say this: Hey, would you be kind enough to spread the word about my new epic silk road fantasy book? Would you buy a copy please? :)

Available everywhere books are sold

"Crafted with patience, passion, and most importantly, tremendous love. Read R.R. Virdi!"- Jim Butcher, NYT bestselling author of the Dresden Files

"Rich world-building, plenty of action, and devious twists abound. Very highly recommended!" ―Jonathan Maberry, New York Times bestselling author of V-Wars and Kagen the Damned

"R.R. Virdi's The First Binding is engrossing and beautiful, joyous and painful―always entertaining, sometimes profound. This book makes me remember why I love epic fantasy."―Kevin J. Anderson, New York Times bestselling coauthor of Dune: House Atreides

"An epic like no other - grand, sweeping, dramatic, a love letter to fantasy burning with the dust and heat and mythos of South Asia. It reads like magic and tastes like saffron." ―Yudhanjaya Wijeratne, Washington Post bestselling author of the Salvage Crew

[tourettes-swag-tournament]

here is the bracket for the tourette's swag tournament!!!

round one contains 32 matches, so it will be split into two parts! the polls for round 1, part 1 will begin tomorrow, april 2nd, whenever i wake up and remember <3

for anyone wondering about who is v who and all that jazz, i literally just did them all in alphabetical order lol <3

i'll try to keep this post updated with winners and such! feel free to submit propaganda through asks/submissions/reblogs/tags; i'll try to post/rb all of it:)

left side of bracket, top to bottom:

Alya Cesairé (Miraculous Ladybug) vs. AUBREY (omori)

Bakugou Katsuki (My Hero Academia) vs. Bumi ii (Legend of Korra)

Cesare (Bigtop Burger) vs. Cleo Sertori (H2O)

Cole (Ninjago) vs. Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)

Felix (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) vs. Fig Faeth (Fantasy High)

Finn the Human (Adventure Time) vs. Galo Thymos (Promare)

Gin Ibushi (Your Turn to Die) vs. Hamato Raphael (ROTTMNT)

Higuchi Ichiyō (Bungou Stray Dogs) vs. Hinata Shouyou (Haikyuu!!)

Hisirdoux Casperan (Tales of Arcadia) vs. Iggy (Maximum Ride)

Iori Utahime (Jujutsu Kaisen) vs. Jay Walker (Ninjago)

Jupiter (We Know the Devil) vs. Kageyama Ritsu (Mob Psycho 100)

Kaidou Shun (Saiki K) vs. Kai (Ninjago)

Kaminari Denki (My Hero Academia) vs. Kyan Reki (SK8 the Infinity)

Lance McClain (Voltron) vs. Link (Legend of Zelda)

Louise Belcher (Bob's Burgers) vs. Luz Noceda (Owl House)

Magneto/Erik Lehnsherr (X Men) vs. Martin Blackwood (Magnus Archives)

right side of bracket, top to bottom:

Maud Pie (My Little Pony) vs. Merlin (Seven Deadly Sins)

Michael Vey (Michael Vey) vs. Misty Quigley (Yellowjackets)

Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen) vs. Nathan Young (Misfits)

Neil Josten (All for the Game) vs. Nina Flip (Brand New Animal)

Okumura Rin (Blue Exorcist) vs. Optimus Prime (Transformers)

Percy Jackson (Percy Jackson) vs. Phoebe Litchen (Phoebe in Wonderland)

Pinkie Pie (My Little Pony) vs. Pinky (Pinky and the Brain)

Power (Chainsaw Man) vs. Robert Speedwagon (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Rose Lavillant (Miraculous Ladybug) vs. Sam Manson (Danny Phantom)

Sera (Dragon Age: Inquisition) vs. Shaggy Rogers (Scooby Doo)

Sokka (Avatar: the Last Airbender) vs. Spyke (Splatoon 3)

Steven Universe (Steven Universe) vs. Sticky Washington (Mysterious Benedict Society)

Susie (Deltarune) vs. Tedros of Camelot (School for Good & Evil)

Ted the Bellhop (Four Rooms) vs. Temperance Brennan (Bones)

Theron Shan (Star Wars: the Old Republic) vs. Vanellope Von Schweetz (Wreck-It Ralph)

Vincent Rhodes (Road Within) vs. Zane Julien (Ninjago)

[marauderivy]

“Mostly we just harassed KGB guys incessantly,” Rankin recalls, “by taking their parking places, blocking their parked cars, and, if they tried to lose us on the road, boxing them in on the highway, slow-speed, so they couldn’t take the exit they wanted. We once forced Gennady’s fellow KGB officer Alexander Kukhar to drive thirty miles outside Washington when he was trying to get to his apartment in Alexandria. He was a hothead, anyway, always trying to outrun us, which is never done. But after depositing him somewhere south of Quantico, Virginia, he never tried to lose us again. If we couldn’t recruit them, then we just wanted them to give up recruiting us and go home.”

-Best of Enemies: The Last Great Spy Story of the Cold War. Gus Russo and Eric Dezenhall.

is it me or does cold war espionage gives a childish play vibe 😅

CIA v. KGB as you imagined: 007 style combat

CIA v. KGB in real life: "I keyed that Russian's car LOL"

[c-kiddo]

what is the world that ùna and ava live in like?

where they live specifically is sort of like, scandinavian with some hints of scotland and of th pacific northwest (mostly BC and washington) but thats only mostly in some ideas about more dramatic landscapes.. its not super huge things but, hints.. its mostly because of phil elverum's music inspiring moods and settings and his music is so connected to that part of the world. but then also big dramatic mountains are in norway and stuff too. in ùna and ava's world theyre big and in the distance. scotland's also there bc thats connected to me, so there''s maybe standing stones and dripping licheny forests, but only a little.. but mostly its scandinavian sort of thing... like this in a way

[ID: a streetview screenshot of 1205 nikolai astrup v. in norway, depicting an overcast road along a lake-side with small houses, trees and mountains in the distance. end ID.]

sort of the vibes were inspired from a few photos of Astruptunet.. so the ornithologist that ava stays with's home is a bit like that.. like the vry little cabin on their bit of land that ava lives in is wood ceilings and scuffed up floorboards and hand painted table and rugs and just, mess from her things she's doing. at some point she has a rly hard time just , existing, and builds a nest in the corner of it and hides there for a long time..

outside of this i haven't expanded it so much. i know there are cities and ùna goes to college in one near-ish. there's train lines north but at some point you have to get off and go on a bus and go to the middle of nowhere on the windy road (ùna doesnt mind)

[naturiisms]

if you’re hearing CAN U MEET ME THERE by ISSADORA AVA playing, you have to know AYANNA TAHERI (SHE/THEY; NONBINARY) is near by! the 23 year old has been in denver for, like, TWO MONTHS. they’re known to be quite UNPREDICTABLE, but being CHARISMATIC seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble KHADIJA RED THUNDER. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those PILES OF BOOKS ALL OVER THE PLACE, AN ICED COFFEE ON A SPRING DAY, FROLICKING THROUGH FLOWERS AND CONNECTING WITH NATURE vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around THE WOODS long enough!

STATISTICS:

full name: ayanna taheri

nicknames: yaya, yanna, sunny

birthday: february 2, 1997

hometown: ann arbor, michigan

occupation: social media manager at Green Thumb Cafe

hobbies: taking care of her houseplants, collecting books she'll never read, biking, hiking, and ceramics.

lives: the woods

BACKGROUND:

ayanna grew up in a typical suburban family with an older brother and two loving parents to dote on her. coming from a stable family gave ayanna the opportunity to hone their creative talents and push herself to become the best version. starting in ballet at 7, moving to gymnastics at 10, then flute and piano at 12, until they took their first art class at 14 where they realized this is where they could truly express themself. change is not an issue for ayanna if it means going after what she wants.

her next four years of high school were something she only imagined happened in movies. crossing the canadian border to visit art museums in ontario with their friends, going to local farmers markets on the weekends, submitting their art to competitions hosted by the school. finding the next adventure was always first on the list for her and her friends, academics usually falling second. they didn't do bad in school, but definitely had no interest in going to university since they'd only want to pursue art, anyway.

after graduating high school, ayanna found herself moving from her cozy suburban town and leaving all of her friends to go "find herself" on a cross country road trip. their parents bought and converted a van for her, and she set off on her drive to washington. along the way they stayed in various cities for different amounts of time, working odd jobs here and there. each city they went to, she found an art studio where she was able to continue creating and often left the pieces behind for the studio to share with others.

about a year into the road trip, still meandering through the country while they slowly made it to their destination, she found herself stopped in arizona where she parked her van for 2 years. it was here that they met their long time ex-partner, who they would finish their roadtrip with. they met at a ceramics studio, where she realized she was actually really good at it. after the first date they were practically inseparable, alternating between staying in her van or her partner's apartment. eventually, they downsized lyla's apartment and started the roadtrip to washington where they lived in a tiny house until they broke up a year ago.

after the breakup, ayanna spent the first few months renovating her van that hadn't been used in quite a while; only for camping trips or little roadtrips they planned. after she'd started picking her pieces back up and using renovation as therapy, they decided it was time to pick up and start a new adventure. this is how they ended up in colorado, spending 6 months in colorado springs before driving the van to denver 2 months ago. currently, she parks her van outside of their apartment at the woods where they plan to convert it into her own ceramics studio.

HEADCANONS:

ayanna got her job at Green Thumb Cafe by parking her van there the first two weeks she was in denver. she'd go inside every day for a little breakfast or lunch and eventually her and the owner got talking about the photos she'd taken of the cafe and the plants he could see from their van. she started a clipping trade day through instagram and has been the social media manager since.

they are seriously afraid of dogs but have a pet tarantula. logic? not here

favorite colors are sage green and lilac

she grows her own herbs and tomatoes and strawberries

[sxlveira]

[raúl esparza - 50 - he/him] Introducing EDGAR SILVEIRA. Word on the street is they are an ASSISTANT DISTRICT ATTORNEY affiliated with THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY. Though they are RESERVED and BLUNT, they can also be RESILIENT and CARING. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

[sky - 23 - she/her - gmt - no triggers]

✧･ﾟ— B A S I C S

— NAME: Edgar Daniel Francisco Silveira

— NICKNAME/S: Ed (by his family) ; Eddie (by others close to him)

— D.O.B.: 4th April 1973 (age 50)

— GENDER, PRONOUNS, SEXUALITY: Cis male, he/him, heterosexual

— HOMETOWN: New York City, NY, USA

— AFFILIATION: The Syndicate

— JOB POSITION: Assistant District Attorney

— EDUCATION: J.D. degree, LL.M, and S.J.D. from Harvard Law School

✧･ﾟ— P E R S O N A L I T Y

— MBTI: ESFJ – the consul

— POSITIVE TRAITS: Hardworking, resilient, intelligent, observant, organised

— NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stern, reserved, argumentative, blunt, cynical

✧･ﾟ— F A M I L Y

— MOTHER: Isabel Marie Silveira

— FATHER: Ruyan Isaac Francisco

— OLDER BROTHER: Frederico ‘Rico’ Isaac Francisco Silveira

— ‘SEEING EACH OTHER’: Anaïs Murad @anaismurad

✧･ﾟ— A P P E A R A N C E

— FACECLAIM: Raúl Esparza

— EYE COLOUR: Blue

— HAIR COLOUR: Dark brown with greying patches and beard

— BUILD: Average

— HEIGHT: 6’

— SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: A 5cm scar on his left calf from a childhood accident

— BODY MODIFICATIONS: N/A

— CLOTHING

✧･ﾟ— F A V O U R I T E S

— FOOD: Pizza (particularly pepperoni)

— DRINK: Bourbon

— BOOK: Slow Horses by Mick Herron

— FILM: Road to Perdition (2002)

— TV SHOW: Elementary (2012-2019)

— SEASON: Winter

— COLOUR: Red

✧･ﾟ— B I O G R A P H Y

— Edgar was born on 4th April 1973 at 12:09am and is the youngest of two sons born to Ryan Francisco, a neurosurgeon, and his wife Isabel, a court stenographer. His brother Rico is older than him by 4 years and they were both taught to speak fluent Spanish by both of their parents. They lived in Queens.

— Edgar’s first love was baseball. He always played with his brother in their yard and their local park, often spending hours watching it on TV too. Their father took them to their first game when Edgar was seven and it remains to be his favourite memory. He also loves espionage novels and enjoys his downtime by reading them with tea and cookies.

— He grew up happy, although his father spent a lot of time out of the house due to his demanding job. Edgar looked up to Ryan, admiring his ambition, skill, compassion, and for a very brief time Edgar wanted to be a surgeon too (only after wanting to be a zookeeper, a scuba diver, a professional baseball player, and an astronaut, though). He was also close to his brother and mother: they would go on days out into the city together and spend time reading in the evenings amongst other things. This was when his love of literature began.

— Unlike his brother, Edgar was ambitious and always wanted to be challenged, especially at school. He was influenced by his mother and became interested in law because of her. He wanted to be the most successful prosecutor in NYC, so ensured that he studied hard to get through high school to focus solely on learning the law and making his parents proud. Meanwhile, Rico was getting into trouble with his teachers and also with the authorities. He’d been involved in the wrong crowds, getting involved in thefts and drug dealing, and brought shame to their parents. At the age of 19, Rico eventually left home in the dead of night and left a note to Edgar saying how sorry he was and that he’d be okay on his own. They wouldn’t see each other for another seven years and that meeting was a very brief one in the Christmas shopping crowds of lower Manhattan.

— Edgar graduated from Harvard at the top of his class. He had a four year long feud with a fellow student named Thomas and had vowed to beat him into getting top scores. They ended up being best friends and whilst Thomas ended up moving to Washington DC, they stayed in contact and see each other around the holidays.

— Edgar moved back home after graduating and after spending a couple of months helping his parents renovate their house he completed a strict study regime for his bar review before passing the bar exam first try. He then got his first job at the Queens District Attorney’s office as a clerk before working his way up to ADA. At the age of 32, he transferred from Queens to Manhattan, upping his workload and moving into a city apartment and has been there ever since. He still visits his parents often, though.

— He became an inadvertent affiliate of The Syndicate when he helped out his brother in certain dodgy dealings and in turn met Anaïs, who he tried not fall for but he did (and did so hard even if he won't admit it out loud to anyone other than Anaïs herself). In what little spare time he has, Edgar works for her father- Syndicate leader Petros, who made him realise that his talents could be put to good use in the world of crime with great rewards.

— Although ambitious and wanting to be a District Attorney (and even Attorney General), Edgar has been very comfortable in his ADA career and despite his experience he thinks he still has a way to go (little does he know that it’s just the self-doubt talking). He understands that it involves a lot of power and responsibility and doesn’t want to be watched too closely by government officials or the public considering his ties to crime.

✧･ﾟ— W AN T E D C O N N E C T I O N S

— COLLEAGUES & ASSOCIATES: If your muse also works in law- especially in Manhattan- then it’s likely they’ve crossed paths with Edgar. Maybe they’re friends or maybe they’re rivals, but I’m up for discussing anything!

— OLDER BROTHER: Rico (or name UTP) is almost four years older than Edgar and has been involved in crime since his mid-teens. He’s an efficient thief and has evaded arrest on countless occasions. The two were very close when they were younger, but as soon as Rico left home things changed drastically and now that Edgar is lowkey involved in The Syndicate I’m also up to discussing anything in regards to how that might have changed their relationship (maybe it brought them back together or maybe there’s still a wedge between them)!

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Movies Inspired By Comics

© James O'Barr from "The Crow", 1989, Kitchen Sink Press

Comic book adaptations have become increasingly popular in recent years, with many of the biggest blockbuster movies being based on comic book characters and stories. However, not all comic book adaptations are as well-known as the likes of Spider-Man or Batman. Here are 10 movies that you may not have known were inspired by comics.

A History of Violence (2005) - Directed by David Cronenberg, this thriller stars Viggo Mortensen as a small-town diner owner with a dark past. The movie is based on a graphic novel by John Wagner and Vince Locke.

Blue is the Warmest Color (2013) - This French coming-of-age drama, directed by Abdellatif Kechiche, won the Palme d'Or at the Cannes Film Festival. The movie is based on a graphic novel by Julie Maroh.

The Crow (1994) - Directed by Alex Proyas, this gothic action movie stars Brandon Lee as a murdered musician who comes back from the dead to seek revenge. The movie is based on a comic book by James O'Barr.

Ghost World (2001) - Directed by Terry Zwigoff, this indie comedy stars Thora Birch and Scarlett Johansson as two teenage misfits who struggle to find their place in the world. The movie is based on a graphic novel by Daniel Clowes.

Road to Perdition (2002) - Directed by Sam Mendes, this crime drama stars Tom Hanks as a hitman in 1930s Chicago who goes on the run with his son after a job goes wrong. The movie is based on a graphic novel by Max Allan Collins and Richard Piers Rayner.

Snowpiercer (2013) - Directed by Bong Joon-ho, this post-apocalyptic action movie stars Chris Evans as a rebellious passenger on a train that travels around a frozen world. The movie is based on a graphic novel by Jacques Lob and Jean-Marc Rochette.

Tamara Drewe (2010) - Directed by Stephen Frears, this British comedy stars Gemma Arterton as a young journalist who returns to her rural hometown and causes a stir. The movie is based on a graphic novel by Posy Simmonds.

2 Guns (2013) - Directed by Baltasar Kormákur, this action-comedy stars Denzel Washington and Mark Wahlberg as two undercover agents who are forced to work together. The movie is based on a graphic novel by Steven Grant and Mateus Santolouco.

V for Vendetta (2006) - Directed by James McTeigue, this dystopian thriller stars Hugo Weaving and Natalie Portman as freedom fighters in a totalitarian Britain. The movie is based on a graphic novel by Alan Moore and David Lloyd.

Whiteout (2009) - Directed by Dominic Sena, this thriller stars Kate Beckinsale as a US Marshal investigating a murder in Antarctica. The movie is based on a graphic novel by Greg Rucka and Steve Lieber.

These 10 movies show that comic book adaptations can be found in all genres, from indie comedies to dystopian thrillers. Whether you're a fan of comics or not, these movies are sure to entertain and surprise you.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

COMMENTARY

"Freedom cities" and a "Department of Life": It's too late for Trump to ditch Project 2025

We can't forget what Donald Trump has been up to while Democrats have obsessed over President Biden

By LUCIAN K. TRUSCOTT IV

Columnist

PUBLISHED JULY 9, 2024

Republican presidential candidate former U.S. President Donald Trump speaks at the Faith and Freedom Road to Majority conference at the Washington Hilton on June 24, 2023 in Washington, DC. (Drew Angerer/Getty Images)

While Democrats have busied themselves arguing whether they should stick with the presidential candidate they’ve already got, the current president, or try to anoint someone – anyone—else, the Republican candidate has been playing a shell game trying to hide his support of the most extreme positions of (his) Republican Party. 

Where’s the abortion pea? Is it under the cup hiding the Supreme Court, which after Donald Trump’s three right-wing appointments overturned Roe v. Wade? Is it under the cup hiding the nationwide ban on abortion evangelicals support and House Republicans voted for? Or is it under the cup hiding the most extreme state laws on abortion which ban the procedure even for women who have been raped or suffered incest by a member of their own family?

There are nitty-gritty details to some of the proposals in Project 2025, and at least some of them involve variations on the leave-it-up-to-the- states theme of the Dobbs decision that overturned the right to abortion.

See why he’s playing a shell game? Trump is shifting the cups all over the table because you can smell his guilt on the abortion issue every time he opens his mouth. Everywhere he goes, at every rally, Trump brags that “his” justices overturned Roe v. Wade. But pressed for specifics on the issue, not even the words, all over the map, are adequate to describe Donald Trump on abortion laws. He’s for a 15-week national ban. No, he’s for a 16-week national ban.  Oops!  He’s against a national ban on abortion. Oops again! When the evangelicals attacked him on that one, he declined to endorse a national ban on abortion, putting out a video on Truth Social saying, “My view is now that we have abortion where everybody wanted it from a legal standpoint, the states will determine by vote or legislation or perhaps both. And whatever they decide must be the law of the land — in this case, the law of the state.”

Got that gobbledegook? That’s Trump’s idea of how to sound “moderate” on the issue that most women consider the defining issue of our time: whether a woman is in control of her own body, or the state is. Trump keeps moving the cups around for the same reason the sharks won’t lift the cup a mark has chosen until his $20 is on the table: because there is no pea under any of the cups. The issue of abortion is as black and white as any issue could possibly be. Either you are for a woman’s right to have an abortion, or you’re not. Trump is trying to find a middle ground when there is no middle ground.

Project 2025 was supposed to boost Donald Trump's campaign — but it may be backfiring instead

He managed to find what he would no doubt consider a middle ground on Monday when the Platform Committee of the Republican National Convention voted for an exceedingly abbreviated platform that rushed the process and fudged the issues of abortion and same-sex marriage by not taking a federal position on either. The Republican Party has opposed abortion at every convention since Roe v. Wade was passed more than 50 years ago.

But not this year, which is probably why Trump found it necessary to back away from Project 2025, the radical proposal by the Heritage Foundation for what a new Trump administration would look like and what its goals would be.  Project 2025’s position on abortion, put forward in a 920-page “Mandate” that was written or contributed to by dozens of former Trump administration officials, is straightforward: Life begins at conception. They want to turn the Department of Health and Human Services into the “Department of Life.” They want the Food and Drug Administration to withdraw its approval for the two drugs used in most medical abortions, mifepristone and misoprostol (which the FDA ruled as safe many years ago.) They want their new “Department of Life” to require a record kept of how many abortions take place in all states, what was the reason for the abortion, where the woman lives, and what was the gestational age of “the child.” They want the rules requiring confidentiality of medical records lifted so that states can pursue criminal investigations of women who cross state lines to get an abortion. And they want the Trump Department of Justice to use the ancient and never-used Comstock Act to prosecute anyone using the mails to send or receive abortion pills. If the Comstock Act is enforced in the way advocated by Project 2025, it would criminalize the sending and receiving of medical equipment used in performing abortions, right down to face masks and medical scrubs.

Could that be why Trump issued this passel of lies on Truth Social last week?

As Mary McCarthy famously said of her political and literary rival Lillian Hellman, every word of that statement is a lie, including “and” and “the.”

Trump is trying to run away from Project 2025 when, according to Judd Legum’s Popular Information, “Of the 38 people responsible for writing and editing Project 2025, 31 were appointed or nominated to positions in the Trump administration and transition. In other words, while Trump claims he has "nothing to do" with the people who created Project 2025, over 81% had formal roles in his first administration.”

According to New York Magazine, the plans for a Trumpian future in Project 2025 are doubled down by something called Trump’s Agenda 47, which they’ve cobbled together from a series of videos and papers put out on Truth Social.  In the videos, Trump’s positions are stated in a series of Q & A’s. In one, Trump goes beyond Project 2025 Hitlerian calls for having states keep records of abortions performed. Trump is asked if states should “monitor women’s pregnancies to make sure they are not terminated.” His answer is chilling: “I think they might do that. Again, you’ll have to speak to the individual states. Look, Roe v. Wade was all about bringing it back to the states.”

See how easy that is? The answers on abortion are all about “bringing it back to the states” and giving them free rein.  The state of Idaho is having to be forced by court order (still to face adjudication by Trump’s Supreme Court) to obey the federal law that requires emergency rooms to perform abortions if they are deemed necessary to save the life or health of the mother, in addition to that of the fetus.

Both Project 2025 and Agenda 47 want to end birthright citizenship, established by the 14th Amendment to the Constitution. They want to allow the DOJ to appoint a special prosecutor to “go after” Biden and other Trump enemies.  They want to purge the Civil Service of “disloyal” federal employees and replace them with Trump loyalists – which would involve firing thousands of federal workers protected by Civil Service laws passed by Congress. Naturally, both projects endorse rounding up, imprisoning, and deporting millions of undocumented immigrants, many of whom are awaiting court dates for hearings on applications for asylum. This operation would entail the deployment of up to 300,000 soldiers to get the job done. The Trump proposals would upend decades of laws intended to benefit minorities to compensate for decades of discrimination that goes back to slavery and turn the laws around to benefit white people.

But here’s my favorite: Agenda 47 proposes the establishment of so-called “freedom cities” on federal land. In one of his unhinged videos, Trump describes it thusly: “These Freedom Cities will reopen the frontier, reignite American imagination, and give hundreds of thousands of young people and other people, all hardworking families, a new shot at home ownership and in fact, the American Dream.”

I leave it to your imagination who would pick the “young people” and “other people” and “hardworking families” to live in these freedom cities, what criteria would be used, and where the funding would come from, but I guarantee you it will be some version of “leave it up to the states.”

There are nitty-gritty details to some of the proposals in Project 2025, and at least some of them involve variations on the leave-it-up-to-the- states theme of the Dobbs decision that overturned the right to abortion. They want to leave it to the states regarding the teaching of history that would include bans on teaching about slavery such as those Texas and other states have passed. They want to leave anti-pornography laws up to the states, which would probably mean that panels of Moms for Liberty types would be picking and choosing not only what children read in schools, but what books are allowed to be in libraries or even sold in bookstores. 

You can see where this is leading, can’t you? Leaving it up to the states was at the center of segregation laws in this country that were overturned by Brown v. Board of Education and other landmark federal civil rights decisions and the Civil Rights Act. What is to prevent the Trump Supreme Court from revisiting Brown to leave it up to the states to pass whatever laws they want regarding racial equity and opportunity? Do you think either the Trump Supreme Court or a new Trump administration would have any trouble with new state laws allowing segregated housing and schools?  If you don’t, you’re dreaming.

These people are radical and they’re organized. While Democrats squabble over who is going to be on the ticket in November, Trump and the authors of Project 2025 and Agenda 47 know exactly what they will do if he is elected on November 5. White Republicans and rich Republicans will win the lottery, and everyone else will be stuck buying ticket —if they can find them, because lottery sales will probably be left up to the states as well.  

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Joan McCarter at Daily Kos:

A group of women Democratic senators introduced a repeal of the 1873 Comstock Act Thursday, citing the threat of the Heritage Foundation’s Project 2025, a blueprint for the next Republican president. This archaic law needs to go, and talking about it—and the GOP’s plans—is an excellent way to get the word out to voters about Republicans’ radical agenda.

The Comstock Act banned the mailing of contraceptives, “lewd” writings, and any “instrument, substance, drug, medicine, or thing” that could be used in an abortion. It’s been more or less superseded by the Supreme Court and new laws in the past century and a half, but it remains on the books. Like a dormant volcano, it sits waiting for a shift in the political ground to erupt. Patty Murray of Washington, one of the co-sponsors, talked about the threat in a press conference Tuesday.  “Donald Trump and his allies are planning a detailed road map, they’ve given it out, to rip away a woman’s right to choose in every single state in America,” she said. Lead sponsor of the bill, Tina Smith of Minnesota, told The Washington Post that there is  “a very clear, well-organized plan afoot by the MAGA Republicans to use Comstock as a tool to ban medication abortion, and potentially all abortions.” “My job is to take that tool away,” Smith added.

The shift was presaged by the focus of Supreme Court Justices Clarence Thomas and Samuel Alito in their arguments in Food and Drug Administration v. Alliance for Hippocratic Medicine, in which the court unanimously preserved access to the abortion pill. The ruling wasn’t on the merits of the FDA’s decision to expand access to the drug, but rather on a technicality of whether the physicians’ group bringing the challenge could sufficiently claim that they were harmed by it. In that case, Thomas and Alito all but told future plaintiffs how to bring back this challenge: by invoking the Comstock Act. They specifically asked the attorneys arguing the case of the FDA’s pandemic-era decision—made permanent in 2023—to use the Comstock Act in their challenges.

Good to see the Senate Democrats take action to propose the repeal of the odious Comstock Act (even if the Republicans block it like usual). #RepealComstock

[mourning-again-in-america]

Wickard v Fillburn doesn't bother me so much now as it once did, but the excesses of the opinion continue to do so, for something like Takings reasons, but more connected to the "right to practice a profession" issue; either way I don't think there's any good line to draw to prevent such issues but I think it's useful to acknowledge them:

Suppose you have a small plot of land that you mostly use for dairy farming, with a not-insignificant amount of livestock that you raise for slaughter, to be consumed by your household.

Regulations come down from on high that the amount you are to grow is such-and-such, and based on that, you won't be able to grow enough to feed enough animals for you to have the usual good eating through winter. You go to court and ask to be allowed to feed yourself and your family, through your own means and labor. This is denied, because it is the policy of the Government to stimulate the demand of wheat and other agricultural products. If you want to eat, you must buy the wheat.

How is that right? The right to operate a freehold, withdrawn from the market, has been subjugated from Washington and some secretary somewhere gets to decide that you shall buy wheat if you want to eat your livestock?

For something graver, imagine if you're not well off enough to even have significant livestock, you just have a large family, as relations between you and your wife have been fruitful, and then there's your sister's kids who stay with you until your brother-in-law, and then there's the kids from a few farms down the road whose father died of tuberculosis and mother lives in the city sending back what she can manage (but it isn't enough to take care of the kids). Who are you going to listen to, a secretary declaring that some of the kids need to die or make their own way in the world, subjecting themselves to employment under others, that they can't just work what will be theirs in full? With all due respect, Justice Jackson, fuck you.