#virgin mountains

[jmpphoto]

Fire and Ice by James Marvin Phelps Via Flickr: Fire and Ice South Virgin Mountains Valley of Fire State Park Nevada

[miasmaghoul]

WAHHHH AEON CONVINCING EVERYONE THEYRE HIS FIRST. thinkijg thoughts about omega and aether breaking him in and then hes all virgin to whoevers next and after they go to aether like “why did u not fuck the new guy??” and aethers like i did?? and it all comes out but they keep it a secret to see how long/how many ghouls/papas aeon can get with his bit

I think Aether is his first, and he's enough of a gentleman not to let anyone know. Not his information to share - well except for one night when he replays it all for Dew in excruciating detail, but that's easily taken care of with a little quintosis. No harm done.

Swiss is Aeon's second, though, and he's been enough of an actual first to be able to see right through Aeon's coy smiles and the way he bats his lashes. It's easy enough to figure out who was:

"Can't believe I haven't gotten my hands on you yet."

Swiss murmurs it into his throat, both hands shoved into Aeon's hastily undone jeans. One tugging at his semi and the other curled around his bony hip, Swiss' rough fingers petting at his hole. Aeon's gasping already, still half-tangled in the hoodie he was removing when Swiss shoved him onto one of the hotel beds. This is what he gets for spending all evening - hells, all day, really - being a flirty little shit, he supposes. He licks his lips and swallows hard, putting on his best innocent face; wide, damp puppy eyes, pouty lips, the whole nine yards. Swiss stares down at him like a wolf who's pinned a deer, smile sharp even without his fangs, and Aeon's heart skips in his chest. He knew Swiss would be rough, but this is a thrill.

"Surprised Aether didn't get you first," Swiss rumbles with a twist of his wrist, and Aeon gives himself away when his eyes glaze over.

Swiss isn't even sure if the other ghoul knows he does this, or if the others have caught it, but when Aeon really remembers something he sort of...disappears for a second. Just for a heartbeat, very easy to miss if you aren't looking for it, but Swiss has spent more than enough time with the new kid to pick up on it. It's like he's reliving the moment he's been reminded of in a flash. Swiss wonders if it has something to do with his magick; Omega had something of a photographic memory, maybe Aeon has something similar? He doesn't know.

What he does know, is that when he says Aether's name Aeon does that thing where he goes away for a moment, and his cock flexes so hard they both choke.

So that's a yes, then.

Swiss doesn't say a word, lets Aeon play the blushing virgin because, well, it's not like he isn't into that, and holds him close afterwards. Gives him a bath and orders his favorite takeout meal before they go to sleep. He even lets Aeon be the big spoon.

He calls Aether while Aeon's in the shower the next morning, just to make sure, and the silence when he asks Aether if he knows if Aeon's slept with anyone is so, so loud. Swiss says it's kinda hot that Aeon likes to play pretend, and they both manage to squeeze out a quick one and agree to keep this knowledge to themselves before Aeon's even done in the bathroom. Swiss texts Aether a quick video of him blowing a kiss with his cummy hand, and Aether responds in kind.

After that, I think Mountain is next, but he isn't one to brag. Rain comes after that, but is suspicious about being Aeon's first despite his shy admissions while Rain was between his legs. He finds out for sure via a good ol' fashioned footjob, because Mountain would give up nuclear launch codes if it meant having the chance to feel Rain's toes work the head of his cock. Rain doesn't feel particularly miffed - the kid put on a good show, after all, and good sex is good sex. He and Mountain both think they're the only ones, though, so they agree to keep it between them.

Word gets out after Dew has his turn with Aeon and brags about it to Swiss over gas station coffee a few days later. Swiss, who cannot for the life of him let the little guy have anything, and immediately snorts into his styrofoam cup. Rain overhears them and they all share a knowing snicker (as soon as Dew finishes scowling) once they figure out Aeon's little game. Swiss calls Cirrus over to let her know, just in case Aeon's tried the same thing with her, and she looks absolutely delighted.

"He asked me just yesterday if I would "answer some questions about his body"," she shares, accepting a sip of Dew's hot chocolate. "That he's experiencing some "new things" and has "questions about girls." He was blushing like a whore in church and everything."

The squeak of sneakers on slick tile echoes behind them, and a pair of lanky arms loop themselves between Swiss and Rain's shoulders.

"Speak of the devil," Swiss grunts, Aeon tugging him down to plant a good morning kiss on his cheek. Aeon grins.

"Mornin' Cir," he greets with a nod, ignoring the rest of them entirely. The ghouls share a collective eye roll. "I just talked to Papa, like you asked." If the new kid's tail was out, it would be wagging like an excited retriever's. "He said it's $750 for tomorrow and $1250 for Thursday, but if you need more then just use the black card."

Cirrus gives him a warm smile, reaching across their little circle to ruffle his hair. Aeon beams at her, might as well have hearts in his eyes when she cups his chin and says,

"Good boy, thank you."

Cirrus gives his cheek an affectionate pat, and that blush they've all come to know by now makes its appearance.

"Tell you what - come to my room tonight. You can help me pick out where we stay for the next few nights. I can show you all sorts of secrets," she adds, giving him a slow once over that makes Aeon flush down his throat. "About how to pick the right hotel in these smaller areas, of course," she clarifies, handing Dew back his lipstick-stained cup and straightening her coat. "I might even have the girls drop in and give you some extra hints."

Cirrus winks, and Aeon's walk to the bus is slow and awkward. They all have the kindness to hold in their laughter until he's out of earshot, but Swiss and Rain both have tears running down their cheeks by the time they calm down.

"Don't break the kid, Cir," Dew says through a cough, wiping his eyes. "I have at least one more ticket for that ride."

"No promises," she grins, eyes sparkling. "Oh he's going to be fun."

That night, Cumulus and Aurora have him together, with Cirrus guiding them all through a very thorough anatomy lesson because Aeon is just so new to all this and has no idea what he's doing, please don't tell anyone:((((. And they're all just so sweet to him, so giving, even after it starts to hurt because they just know he must have so much stuffed inside those tight little balls of his if this is his first time!

They pinky swear not to tell anyone that he cries.

[angelgirllz]

[moldycantaloupe]

a quick chat with @gh0ulishsanctum about Phantom being a virgin and a little shit turned into a request for it to be put into writing, so here you go you freaky freaks.

cw; loose virginity kinks all around, Phantom is implied trans

It was like a competition to see who could get to them first.

None of the band ghoul who were ever summoned to Topside were summoned a virgin. Virginity was not a big concept in the Pits like it was on Earth, but every ghoul summoned had sexual experiences

Except for Phantom. 

It wasn’t revealed until months after their summoning that Phantom had never done anything explicit in the Pits. they were too focused on surviving alone to find and give in to pleasure. They weren’t traumatized by the idea, they had no real feelings towards sex. The new goal was immediately clear: get to Phantom first. 

And, oh, was it a challenge. Phantom seemed blissfully unaware of the challenge, always opting for cuddles and kisses. No one ever forced themselves on the young quint, but every intention was clear to the others. Hawkeyes from Rain when Swiss squeezed them closer to him, only to sag in slight relief when Phantom hopped off the couch at the mention of a card game in the other room. Meticulous movements from Cirrus to get Phantom to straddle her, just to have the quint fall asleep a purring mess. She shared a complacent grin with Dew when the fire ghoul walked by; it was going to be harder than it seemed. 

It was a few more months before anything happened.

 It’s after rehearsals, a long and arduous day of repeatedly practicing the same set list, marking down new choreo, changing a few things here and there. It was hours until Copia finally threw his hands up and gave the ghouls the rest of the day off, free from Ministry chores. 

Phantom practically falls into Mountain’s side, rubbing their face along his chest in an attempt to self soothe. The poor quint’s exhausted, their taped fingers red from overuse. Mountain pulls them further into him and they chuff quietly, eyes casting up to him.

“Can I nap with you?” They murmur. Mountain nods and practically pulls them to his room to decompose. They laugh quietly when he halfheartedly pushes them towards his bed, chucking his shoes off before helping them with their own.

He wasn’t expecting anything from their rest. He didn’t want to try anything, tired himself but more concerned for Phantom. They hadn’t been in the band long enough to be used to such long practice hours, and he knew the toll it could take on a ghoul. 

They latched onto him when he fell into the bed, legs haphazardly thrown over his hips to bring him even closer. He purred in content and threw his own arms around their waste to hold them just as close. The two were quiet and content for a moment, both purring deep from their chests. Then Phantom began to kiss him.

They began on his neck, creating a line of small pecks that soon moved to his jaw. He cracks an eyes open to observe, curious what they could be trying to accomplish. Their lips eventually met his chin, cheeks, ears, nose, until they finally landed on his own lips. He happily kissed back, soft pecks turning into actual kisses. They tilted their head to further deepen the kiss, whining softly when it still wasn’t enough. 

Experimentally, they nip at his lip. When he gasps is when they strike, forcing their tongue into his mouth. He lets them, his clutch on their waist tightening and his cock twitching in interest. He tries to shimmy his hips away from them, not wanting them to know how they were affecting him. 

But that doesn’t stop them. They follow his hips, soon sitting up to straddle his thigh. They only break the kiss for both to breathe, heated breaths mingling as their lips graze against each other. They strike once their breathing is even, unable to keep them off of him. 

Mountain feels panic when they subtly roll their hips against his thigh, quiet whines and mewls muffled into his mouth. He holds their hips steady, pulling his face away from them. They whimper, eyes sad and hips stuttering against his hold.

“Mount, please.” They whisper.

“Phantom.” Mountain speaks soft but stern. “What do you want from this?”

“I,” they roll their hips down harder. They're an image of desperation, with messy hair and kiss swollen lips. “I want to ride you, please.”

“Ride me?” Mountain’s cock slowly comes to life in his own sweats, not caring about his sudden inner turmoil. “Toms, you-”

“I know about the competition.” They gasp, a confession, “I know everything, I- shit, I can’t stop thinking about it, I- I finger myself pretending it’s one of you guys.” They throw their head back, exposing their neck. “But I can’t wait, please, let me ride you.”

Mountain nearly wheezes right there, the load of information nearly too much to take in. The image of Phantom, bent over themselves, desperate fingering themselves to the thought of them was one that made his decision clear. 

“Pants off.” Mountain forces them to kneel above him, his own pants being shimmied off but keeps his boxers. They quickly follow, chucking the offending sweats somewhere on the floor. Mountain takes a moment to admire the absolute beauty of Phantom, their skin blotchy with blush and scars, fingers fidgeting in front of them as he takes them all in. 

“I don’t need to,” they grow quiet suddenly, shy as they lower back on his thigh, the sticky mess between their legs transferring to his own. “I already prepped this morning.”

Mountain’s shock is evident on his face, but is quickly replaced with a grin, eyes bright.

“You little shit.” his voice grows deep, and they writhe against him. “You planned this?”

They nod helplessly. Mountain laughs in earnest; he can’t wait to tell the others.

“Well, then.” he grabs the waistband of his boxers and pulls them down, his cock springing out and slapping against stomach. It’s their turn to gawk, eyes wide and pupils blown. He grabs the lube off the nightstand and diligently pours it over himself, the slick noises of his stroking crude in the otherwise quiet room. Phantom doesn’t ask as they lift themselves off on his thigh and move towards his pulsing length. He helps them position so they’re lined up, the tip kissing their hole. They whine and squirm, eyes pleading to let them have it.

“Ready to try the real thing?” Phantom nods and plants their hands against his chest, and he holds their hips in a nearly bruising hold.

“Okay, baby bat.” He grunts as he begins to slowly lower them down onto himself, their breath catching in their throat as he lowers them inch by inch. “Open up for me.”

[christiane4c]

[impala-67-zeppelin]

love how richard armitage not only enhanced thorin oakenshield’s gayness, but also, his fantasy autism.

[banishedchildofeve]

bel air

[calabria-mediterranea]

The village of Pazzano and the ancient Hermit of Santa Maria della Stella, Calabria, Italy

Pazzano is quaint little village situated between Monte Stella and Monte Consolino and it extends to the north to the lush green Serre mountains.

The most important thing to see in Pazzano is the Hermit of Santa Maria della Stella, an ancient byzantine hermitage sited in a natural cave on Monte Stella.

In the 11th century Byzantine monks lived in the sanctuary. Cristodulo was one of the first the Hegumen. In 1096, it became a minor monastery. In the Norman period it was converted to a Catholic monastery.

Inside the hermitage there is a 16th-century statue of Madonna in marble and Byzantine frescos representing saints.

Photos by Antonella Gentile

Follow us on Instagram, @calabria_mediterranea

[rottingangelwings]

[izxtec]

about me!!

hey tumblr! i'm nathan, and, i'm here cuz, after X be banned in brazil, i've been missing him ofc, so i moved here! i don't have anything more to say, so, that's it.

obs: letterboxd user: izxtec 🎬

fav singers ofc:

lana del rey

mitski

melanie martinez

gracie abrams

chappell roan

fiona apple

taylor swift

ethel cain

olivia rodrigo

phoebe bridgers

fav movies:

everything everywhere at all once

the perks of being a wallflower

challengers

brokeback mountain

black swan

the virgins suicides

girl, interrupted

call me by your name

palo alto

the hunger games: catching fire

i'm love with:

music

manifesting

universe theorys

volleyball

watching movies/series

fav song right now:

[sixteenandunclean]

born to be a sapphic woman forced to be a gay man (JUST JOKING)

[rabbitcruiser]

The Zion National Park was established on November 19, 1919.

[vandaliatraveler]

Earlier this afternoon along Little Laurel Run in the virgin hemlock forest at Coopers Rock State Forest. The mountain laurel (Kalmia latifolia) is at peak bloom in this area, along with the mapleleaf viburnum (Viburnum acerifolium), one of Central Appalachia's most beautiful shrubs. And when the mapleleaf viburnum is in bloom, so too will be the speckled wood lily (Clintonia umbellulata), Canada mayflower (Maianthemum canadense), and false Solomon's seal (Maianthemum racemosum). And if you were lucky enough to have all four of these native plants growing in your shade garden, you could call your life complete. :-) One thing you probably won't have growing in your shade garden, unless it happens to have a rotting hemlock log or stump, is hemlock varnish shelf (Ganoderma tsugae), one of the most distinctive fungi of Central Appalachia. But if you did have hemlock varnish shelf growing in your garden, then you would also likely have a few pleasing fungus beetles (Megalodacne heros) foraging about and raising babies - these adorable bugs have a lifecycle entirely dependent on Ganoderma shelf fungus.

[iloveartinallitsforms]

hiiii!!!! i’m margaret <3

im mostly in the marauders fandom, but i also dabble in pjo, hunger games, criminal minds, and heartstopper

fun facts: 19, intj, virgo, equally cat and dog person

fave movies: social network, virgin suicides, the goldfinch, ten things i hate about you, dead poets society, perks of being a wallflower, brokeback mountain, and especially little women

fave artists: chappell roan, noah kahan, towa bird, boygenius (and solo), billie eilish, hozier, and louis tomlinson

[morbidbblu3]

[woolsboutiqueuomo]