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[yanderelovlies]

People can be childish. You know this, but you expected better of your coworkers. You had been nothing but kind to them. Always lending a hand or helping them with their work. You never talked badly about them, and you were nothing but polite. So why?

It all started a month ago. You were part of the film crew for The Sunny Time Crew. You enjoyed the work, and seeing the smiles on the kid's faces made it even better, but because you saw the actors all day every day, you started to admire the lead actor Joesph. He is handsome to boot and has major charisma skills, but to top it off, he worked amazingly with the kids when they visited the studio. To you, he was the whole package, and as much as you wanted to tell him how you felt, you knew he wasn't interested. He heard the conversations he and Jean would have. He didn't want to be tied down now that he had a life again. So you decided to keep it a secret tucked away.

Or so you thought anyway. Little did you know your coworkers had caught on and thought it was the funniest thing. It started with hushed whispers behind your back, to chuckles when they caught you staring till finally, they approached the actor himself with a proposition.

“How much to get you to fake date them.”

Joseph rose an eyebrow at them, a frown already on his features “Not enough to hurt someone like that.”

They gave an exaggerated sigh while rolling their eyes “Come oooon! It's practically a free check, and it will help you get that bike you've been saving up for~”

Joseph hated the song in their voice, but not as much as how right they were. It's not like he hasn't done something of this nature before, but he was trying to be better than that. On the other hand, however….he wanted that bike. There was no telling when someone would come snatch it before he did. He gets close to them, his voice barely above a whisper “Fine but I want the ALL of the case, and no longer than a month.”

The next day, to your surprise, Joseph asked you for a date. With a red face, you agreed, already looking forward to the weekend. The date went great. You felt like you got to know each other better, and you even felt a connection. He seemed to think the same thing since he asked for a second date. Then, a third. And by the fourth, he had asked you to be his partner. You felt over the moon the more time that had passed the happier you became. He was so sweet, always showering in compliments, always listening when spoke, and just treated you like someone special. You could see a future with him.

Meanwhile, Joseph was freaking out. The first few dates were what he knew he had to do, but as time went by, he found himself liking you. To the point where nothing was fake anymore but genuine. He even started to spend nights at your house because he missed you. The end of the month was approaching, and he hoped that maybe he could get his money and keep you. Unfortunately, the day he got the money, you ran into the two of them.

"Oh? What's going on?"

They smirked, putting a hand on their hip "Oh just paying him for a job."

You raised an eyebrow "a job? What job?"

"Why not ask him."

You turned to Joesph questiongly, who wore a pained expression. He knew this was it. He HAD to tell. "I was paid to…..date…you."

He watched as your brows furrowd as you looked down trying to understand what he had just told you. "w-what…?" Despite the you voice being a whisper, it still rang in Joseph's ears.

The other let out a taunting laugh as they stood beside Joesph "I paid him to date. Whew you should have see your face."

Joesph growled as he pushed them away from him "can you fuck off."

They looked at him baffled before glaring at him "oh don't act high and mighty now! This is something you're used to! Besidessss now you can get that bike you wanted!"

You look at the two horrified "so this was all….for money? …..you didn't actually like me?"

"I-"

The other person cut him off laughing, throwing their arm around the actor "of course not! You've heard the man doesn't want to be tied down! It was all a harmless little prank. If you really think about it's more like helping yo-"

Joseph pushed them off of him and onto the floor a glare focused on them. "That's enough out of you….so why don't fuck off like I said." The two glared at each other before the coworker got up grumbling and quickly left.

It was silent between you two before a sniffle from you broke the silence. "I thought you liked me….God…" you tried leaving not wanting to see him anymore, but was quickly stopped by a hand grabbing your wrist

"Let me explain…..please." you didn't face him, but you didn't pull away either so he continued "Yes it started off as something I'm getting paid for, but that's not what it was in the end." With his other hand he grabs your shoulder Turing you to face him. He hated how broken you looked. "I fell in love with you. I'll admit I wasn't sure of it myself at first, but the more I was around you the more I hated being alone." Using both hands he cups your face making you look at him. "I know I don't deserve to ask, but please…give me another chance."

"I don't know if I could ever be the same…I need time."

He nodded letting fo of your face "take all the time you need. I'll wait for you."

You stepped away from him before Turing your back on him. "we will see." You walk away still reeling from everything.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #joseph x reader #sdj joseph x reader #sunny day jack joseph #sdj joseph #joseph cullman #joesph x reader #joesph cullman x reader #joesph cullman

[yourwildsimp]

blood stains and butterflies

includes: Soap, Ghost warnings: PTSD, panic attack, vomiting, gore length: 4,000 some words summary: Ghost isn't all too happy that Christmas showed up months early. A/N: uh... Boo. I'm alive! Anyways, new obsession time. Also, ik tumblr goes crazy with bots but where did they all swarm me from?? Enjoy though, and please give me feedback.

Ghost stumbles, nearly slipping in the pummeling rain. His gloved hand hardly catches traction on the slick side of their stupid fucking safe house that's spat up 30 miles past bum fuck nowhere.

The sky is as dark as the field that surrounds him, clouds hiding the moon away like it's something shameful.

I'm shameful, Ghost's brain spits as he gasps as quietly as he can. He can feel his throat closing up tight- too tight- tighter than anything he can handle.

Oh sure, because waterboarding and gasoline is nothing compared to stupid, god awful-

"Creepin' Jesus, L.t.-"

Ghost hardly has the wherewithal to yank his mask just over the bridge of his crooked, fucked up nose before he's spilling what little bit of lunch he ate before they were sent on this lousy mission.

"Ghost, what's goin' oan? Ye alright?"

Shut up. Shut the hell up. Shut up, shut up, shut up.

He's dry heaving so much that something is stinging somewhere deep behind his eyes.

A hand, steady yet uncertain, touches his shoulder and Ghost feels flames licking at his skin, even through the ever persistent rain storm.

"Don't fucking touch me," he seethes, baring his teeth like a rabid animal, feet clumsily scrambling further away, leaving his arms to weakly try to compensate. The last thing he needs is to bust his ass on his own throw up.

Soap jerks his hand away like he is the one being burned. The rain is so loud, but not even shelling could drown out the sound of Soap's breath catching in his throat.

"I'm fine," Ghost rasps, sounding impossibly fragile even to his own ringing ears. "Go back inside before you get yourself sick, Soap."

"Sick like ye?"

Ghost is gagging on bile before he can spit fire back. Instead, he spits up the last of his pathetic lunch.

"I said I'm fine. They're just-" Christ, he's shaking so hard he might slip again- "fucking Christmas lights. Nothing's wrong with me."

If Ghost would stop being a little bitch for a second, he'd see the way Soap's eyebrows furrow in genuine confusion with a single blink.

"This is aboot th' holiday decor?" Soap asks desperately. Ghost can hear a puddle splash as Soap inches closer.

Ghost would rather be buried alive again than admit that he is having a breakdown over some lights speckled with blood. Hell, he'd rather gulp down gasoline than speak anything ever again.

Ghost screws his eyes shut in hopes of- of what? Hiding? He's such a shameless coward.

"L.t. please. What's goin' oan? I don't understand- what's wrong with th' lights?"

The door was kicked open, windows smashed in, and they were dead long before he jerked his car in park.

He wanted- needed- them to be alive so badly, so desperately, he skimmed over the fact that more of Joseph's brains were on the wall than in his skull for fuck's sake-

He's retching again, but tears are making his vision too blurry to see what he's hurling onto the muddied clump of grass beneath his feet. Rain, actually. The rain is making his vision blurry.

"Come back inside 'fore ye hurt yerself more. Please, Ghost." There is a noticeable hesitation and Ghost hopes Soap will just go back inside and leave him in shambles.

Soap doesn't go anywhere, but Ghost crumbles anyway from what he says.

"Ye're scarin' me…"

"You're scaring me! Tommy, stop it! Please- please stop!"

Tommy sneered behind the cracked skull mask, and Simon felt his lower bunk dip with his brother's weight. The pillow under his head was snatched from him.

"Don't ever beg anyone for anything, Simon. Hasn't dad taught you that?" The sneer bled into a sickening grin. "Here, let's practice."

His pillow was shoved over his face before he could even choke out the word 'no'.

Ghost loses his footing and falls to his knees, hands weakly grasping for any leverage on the side of the safe house. There isn't any. His left knee digs into the mud as he stumbles.

Soap, the persistent, heaven-sent bastard, is by his side before Ghost slips any further.

"I don't-" Soap hovers by Ghost like a lost dog, buzzing with confusion and concern. "A'll take it doon, Lt. A'll get rid of it all."

Ghost vaguely hears Soap's footsteps trailing off, the pummeling of the rain and the rushing in his ears nearly drowning it out. But then Soap stops and the footsteps rush back his way. Ghost shudders in the rain, in his thoughts, fingers weakly dragging against the dirt as he presses his back against the side of the shelter. Soap is so quiet that Ghost can almost pretend he isn't there.

But, fuck, he is. Standing right there, thinking God knows what, and Ghost's mask is still above his scarred, vomit-laced mouth-

Ghost drags his soaked sleeve over his mouth and chin so rough he feels a strap jerk against a scar. He grits his teeth and bares it and yanks his mask back over the rest of his face.

"Give me yer knives."

Ghost startles- fucking jumps out of his skin. He thought Soap was gone. Scratch that- he hoped Soap was gone.

Ghost slaps together the meanest glare he can muster. He's pathetic like this; a mess in the mud, his own vomit washing away in the rain next to him, being waterboarded by his mask.

Soap doesn't even flinch. Hell, he reaches his hand out, expectant.

"Ye might…" Soap takes a breath, his fingers curling into his palm just a little. "I don't want to come back oot 'ere to find that ye did something stupid to yerself."

"You think-" Ghost has to take a short breath, his voice shredded and raw and so god damn fragile. "You think that I'm-"

"I don't know what t' think," Soap rushes, sounding as desperate as Ghost hates to feel. "Just promise me ye won't."

Ghost screws his eyes shut, wondering if a promise like this only counts for the moment, or if he has to keep it for the rest of his miserable life.

"Am beggin' ye, Ghost."

"Did you beg them, Tommy? Did you?" Simon heard himself say as he stared at his brother's limp body dangling in a bloody mess of Christmas lights from the rafters. Fitting it was, that he suffocated. "Or did not have the chance to?"

"Simon-"

"Don't you- Don't fucking call me that," Ghost rasps.

Soap opens his mouth, desperate as a drowned man gasping for air, but Ghost beats him to it.

"I won't, fuck. I'm not bloody insane." Although he sure as hell felt that way.

Soap's jaw tightens, teeth clenching against each other as he draws his hand back. He is still hesitant to leave Ghost alone; alone with his thoughts and feelings. And knives.

"I won't," Ghost breathes quietly, Adam's apple bobbing as he gathers what little pieces of him were left. "I wouldn't, Soap."

Soap nods, gaze lingering as he turns his body away towards the shelter. "A'll kill ye, if ye do."

Ghost chuckles, heartless and hurt and so pitifully wrapped in his head. What a perfect way to go, that would be. That's the only way he can see himself dying, being taken out by Soap. Ghost wonders how he would do it.

Soap hasn't moved.

"I promise, Johnny."

That seems to do the trick because seconds later, Soap is taking off through the rain and heading inside the house.

Ghost is, blessedly, devastatingly, alone. But he's left with his thoughts. And they begin to wander before he beats them down.

The whole fucking shelter is done up with Christmas decorations, and it makes him wonder how many layers of dust are on every light and ornament. It makes him wonder what happened to the people who strung them up.

He doesn't wonder, however, how the blood splatters got there.

It's not even near the holiday season, either, which really pisses him off because it's just his luck. He thought he'd be safe from his holiday horrors, months away from Christmas. Of course the world slams a curveball right in his face and spits on him while he's down.

He doesn't notice that his hands are gripping at the top of his mask. They would be tugging on his hair, but he's a spineless, faceless coward. No wonder everyone thought Tom was the better brother. They were fucking right to, weren't they?

Christ, they're all he can see. Tom, hanging from the rafters by the Christmas tree lights, his throat a mangled mess. Beth, a crumpled mop of blinding white ribs and heavy dark blood, her Santa hat mostly red and somewhere underneath what was left of her. His mom, stabbed in the neck, blood soaking into her newest ugly sweater she was so proud of. Joseph's head and reindeer antlers headband was blown off with a bullet, his blood and brains and matter covering the various paint splotches on the wall where Tom and Beth couldn't decide on a new color.

Joseph's toy airplane kicked to the side, forgotten white wings stained with pieces of the boy.

He wanted to be a pilot when he grew up, Joseph did. He used to make Simon hold him above his head so he could stick his little arms out real far like they were wings on a plane. Simon would carry him all around the house; pretended to be the panicked control tower, telling pilot Joseph that he couldn't use the runway- the hallway- because there were fallen trees- a broom and a mop- blocking his path. Pilot Joseph was always a quick thinker, and he would land his plane further down the way, on an empty back road- the couch. And Simon would toss his beaming nephew on the ratty old brown couch and listen to his giggles as he shouted, "Again, Uncle Simon! Again!"

God, the pure joy on the kids face whenever Simon bought him that little toy plane for Christmas one year was burning at the back of his brain. Fucks sake, all Simon could afford at the time was a little figurine. It wasn't remote controlled, no doors could open- hell, the propeller couldn't even spin. But Joseph loved it more than anything in the world.

The sound of glass shattering behind the shelter has Ghost choking on his breath.

Simon would've killed to have been deaf when he took Tom down from the rafters. Glass shattered, body thumped, glass shattered, glass shattered, glass-

Bile scorches the back of his throat as his memory supplies the imagine of blood splattered Christmas ornaments. He tumbles forwards onto his hands and knees, frantically tugging his mask above his lips again. One hand claws at the dirt, the other, supported by his elbow in the mud, holding the bottom part of his mask out of the way as he retches and dry heaves until he swears he could be spitting up blood.

Ghost curls in on himself and falls to his side, a deflated, crumpled heap of shame.

It's all his fault. It is. If he had gotten there sooner, if he had seen it all coming, if he had never gotten compromised, if he had never joined the fucking military- none of it would have happend. It's his fault, all his fault.

"My fault," he heaves, blurry eyes boring into where the dark, starless sky seamlessly bleeds into the black, rocky mud. He's drowning in the stifling nothingness.

Tom could be coming home from work, kissing Beth hello, playing 'pilot' with Joseph. But he's not. He's a rotted corpse six-feet under the dirt. That's how Simon should be. It's his fault that it didn't turn out that way. His fault, all his fault.

"I'm sorry," he breaks, shaking his head, bringing his muddy glove to his face, pressing the heel of his palm into his forehead. The other half hides, burying into the ground, like he could dig his own grave like this.

Joseph would've been in high school by now, driving and going to meet friends. But he's not. He's stuck in a wooden box next to his parents. That's how Simon should be. It's his fault-

"Please-"

"Ghost?"

Ghost's eye snap open, body tense and frozen. He vaguely notices that he's hyperventilating. Christ alive, he's breathing so fast but he can't get any air. He can't breathe, no matter how hard he tries. He might as well be buried alive again-

"…-ost, look at me. I need ye to look at me Lt."

Ghost's blood shot eyes snap in Soap's direction- when was he sat up against the shack's wall?- and his breath hitches somewhere deep in his throat before he feels his heart pitter faster. It's trying to break out of his ribcage, slamming into his cracking bones, threatening to bleed openly into Soap's hands. Soap has such nice hands. He'd hate to soil them.

"Where are we reit now?' Soap asks, carefully crouching in front of him, both hands resting open palm facing up on his knees.

Ghost feels his eyebrows furrow at that one. Has Soap forgotten? Your location seems like an awfully important thing to know.

"Ghost, I need ye to tell me where we are," Soap insists, the tendons in his neck pulled so taunt. Ghost worries. He worries that Soap will hurt his neck, straining how he is.

"Manchester?" he murmurs so low that he can feel how his vocal cords vibrate with it. Soap's neck pulls over his Adam's apple as it bobs rough. Ghost wonders what it would take to snap the stretched tendons there. Ghost thinks he'll kill anything that dares to graze them.

"Nae. Nae, Ghost. Look around. Look around ye an' then tell me where we are."

Ghost's eyes carefully draw away from Soap's vulnerable, tense throat, and move to meet his gaze. Soap is scared, he realizes slowly, the thought dawning on him as slow as the sun rises. Ghost furrows his eyebrows, a frown tugs his lips down at the side. Hesitantly, his eyes drift to the trees surrounding him. He can hardly pick up anything distinctive through the rain, but he feels his eyes widen.

"We're at a safe house. But- but then I-"

"That's reit, Ghost. We're on a mission waitin' for exfil. Do ye remember what our mission was?" Soap speaks like a kindergarten teacher. One who wears long, gray skirts and a yellow button-up blouse, has the thinnest heels on her black shoes, and always has her hair done up in a relaxed bun. Ghost vaguely remembers hating his kindergarten classes; he could never focus. Ghost thinks he would hang on every word if Soap was his teacher. "Stay with me, Ghost," Mr. Soap snaps his fingers once or twice, the sound dancing away through the rain.

"Gather intel on the terrorists' bio-weapons… Destroy the sample. Get out with no one the wiser." Ghost holds his breath for praise, for Soap to tell him he's right. Tell him thats he's not a fuck up, not weak or stupid or not masculine enough. To tell him that maybe, he deserved everything that happened to him

"Yeah, that's right. There ye go, Ghost." Soap's lips twist into a pitiful, beautiful thin-lipped smile. "Thought I lost ye for good there, L.T."

"Never," Ghost rasps before he can shut his big fat mouth.

Soaps lips quirk up more at that, and Ghost has half the mind to get on his knees and ask for repentance. Acceptance, even.

"Are ye alright to come inside?" Soap asks carefully, words treading carefully like Ghost was a minefield.

Sometimes he feels that way, if he were ever honest with himself. He feels like a wired ticking time bomb, bound to explode at the smallest of missteps.

Well, Soap just happens to be a demolition expert, doesn't he?

"Ghost? Did ye hear me?"

Ghost feels himself blink, and when he opens his eyes, he can only look at Soap's lips.

It's unfair, really, how it all slams into him at once, after everything.

He thinks about it. He thinks about it so vividly that he can almost feeling his rough lips against Soap's, feel his clean shaven jaw rub against Soap's stubble.

He takes a shuddering breath when the thought of betrayal and blood and Christmas lights flood his mind.

He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve Soap's lips or stubble or- hell- his being. He isn't good enough.

Besides, it'll only get Soap killed faster. More brutal. They'd make Ghost watch, too. He couldn't shoulder that.

Ghost startles slightly when Soap's gloved hand waves in front of his eyes once or twice.

"Don't get in yer heid. Stay with me, L.T."

Ghost feels his lips tremble. Soap always knows his tells.

" 'm sorry, Johnny," Simon murmurs, blinking against the shine in Soap's eyes.

Soap softens at that, concerned frown morphing into a lopsided grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

"No need to apologize, Ghost. Ain't yer fault," Soap hums.

Ghost grunts at that, and if it was in acceptance or disagreement, Soap could only hope to flip a coin.

Soap takes off one of his gloves, his pale skin free from the inky, filthy glove. He holds this hand out like an offering, palm up and fingers outstretched, inches away from Ghost's chest.

"Ready to dry off, L.T? I mean, we could keep showerin' out here if ye want to, but…" Soap trails off, eyes following the dark, angry clouds moving in from the west.

Soap has the bluest eyes. Like Scorpion grasses. Those invasive beautiful bastards spread like wildfire in his mother's dingy little garden one year and she could never get rid of them. Hell, she made the whole damn garden full of Scorpion grass.

Ghost leans his head closer- ever so minutely- to get a closer look at Soap's eyes.

Yeah. Soap's exactly like Scorpion grass.

He's certainly invasive. Ghost didn't want him at first, but he kept coming back. Over and over and over again. And, well, Ghost certainly can't stand to get rid of him now. Soap calms his jumpy fucking nerves too, just like the flowers. He smoothes out Ghost's worries like it's as easy as spreading melted butter on toast.

Forget-me-nots.

That's right- they're also called forget-me-nots.

Ghost couldn't forget Soap for anything. He'd know him anywhere, anywhere at all. On earth, in hell, somewhere in the gray in between. Ghost could be blind and deaf, yet still know Soap if the man was near him.

Scorpion grass might just be his favorite flower if he allows himself that much.

"…Ghost? Ye alright?"

Ghost blinks, ripping his gaze away from the vast ocean he almost drowned in. With another, deliberate, blink, he realizes Soap is blushing. Pink dusts over his cheeks, his eyes struggling to hold their place on Ghost.

"Somethin' on my face?" Soap chuckles, the sound high and tense.

Ghost swallows, breath catching in his throat so suddenly his mouth dries up. He tugs his mask all the way down again, and fixes it firmly in place.

None of it matters anyway. Not a single bit of it. Not the way Soap looks at him like he's the most important thing in the room, not the way his face heats up when Soap punches his shoulder before they load out on a mission, and definitely not the way his heart pitter-patters oh-so quickly when Soap smiles at him when he says a stupid, corny joke.

None of that matters because the Scorpion grass in his dead mother's garden flopped over and went to hell when Ghost tried to care for them after she was gone, and so will Soap.

"Get out of yer head, Ghost."

Ghost flinches his head back, the sternness in Soap's tone sending him reeling.

"I'm was not-"

"Ye were. Ye had that 1,000-yard-stare glossed over yer eyes," Soap squints at him.

"I always have that stare, Soap. It's part of the fucking job," Ghost bites back.

"Sure, but when ye're out of it, it looks different."

"It does not-"

"Yes, it bloody does!" Soap sneers, the genuine anger in his face catching Ghost off guard. Ghost watches Soap as he sucks in a deep breath, clenching and unclenching his jaw, before swallowing behind the perfect columns in his neck. "It does. And I am sick and tired of losin' ye to yerself."

Ghost looks at him, really looks at him for any sign of- hell, he doesn't fucking know anymore. Resentment, maybe? Soap has every right to hate him.

Soap sighs, running his ungloved hand through his hair. His shoulders seem so weighted. Ghost wants to hold it all for him; carry everything even if the weight of it all breaks his bones twice over.

"Let's get inside, L.T." Soap reaches out his hand again, stronger this time and no longer shaking. "Before the rain makes ye more sick. We're both soaked to the bone and the fuckin' shack doesn't have any heating. Nothing 'sides a little fireplace. Hope ye don't mind strippin' down to yer tighty-whities near me."

It kills Ghost. It kills him that Soap doesn't speak a word of Ghost's several outbursts and breakdowns that have happened in the span of… of- Christ above, what time is it? How long has he been smothered in his head over Christmas lights?

Ghost takes a weary breath before he fully gets 'lost in his head' again.

The look of relief that breaks across Soap's face when Ghost strongly grasps his hand is enough to make the man's knees weak.

"Can't wait to see your Hello Kitty briefs again, Johnny," Ghost deadpans as Soap pulls them both to their feet. He knows Soap sees the way he sways with the rain, the way he uses the wall for support- Ghost can see it in his eyes. He's thankful, graciously thankful, when Soap doesn't mention it.

"That was one bloody time. Was Gaz's fault anyway," Soap grumbles, still holding Ghost's hand in his as he leads them inside.

As Ghost tentatively steps into the safehouse again, he realizes that Soap is a saint. Even though he's technically a mass murder, his sins are washed away with the simple act of rearranging a small shack.

Everything remotely Christmas themed is out of sight. No ornaments, no tree, no stockings, no snowmen, no Santas, no paper snowflakes- and not one single Christmas light. Ghost feels his face warm up a stupid amount as he tracks his eyes over the firepit.

The blood is gone.

Soap cleaned the fucking blood.

Ghost whips his head around, and in a rare moment- one of many so far tonight- his mouth is open without a sound coming out.

He wants to say something, really he does, but what can he say when Soap is busying himself with acting as if nothing has changed. As if this is the first time they've walked into the dump.

As if he isn't making a vile, almost forgotten feeling crescendo up in the empty void behind Ghost's sternum.

"Let's raid the place, yeah?" Soap says, looking over the layout. "There's the kitchen, living room, and bedroom. Though, that's fucking generous to call it that, eh?"

Soap is right; the living room and kitchen combined couldn't be more than 12 feet across and 10 feet wide. The bedroom is more of a closet with a pile of blankets against the wall. But, still, the kitchen has cabinets and the living room has a fireplace… that hopefully works.

"You search the kitchen, I'll see if the pit is functional," Ghost murmurs, ignoring how the words grate against his raw throat. Away from the rain, the chill of his soaked clothes is settling on his skin. He's ready to get warm and sleep away the pounding in his head.

"Copy that, L.T." Soap beams, sparing one brief glance before turning on his heels to ramble through the cabinets.

"And Johnny?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Johnny gives a lopsided smile that makes his eyes shine. "Of course, Simon."

#soapghost #ghostsoap #ghoap #soast #Literally what is their ship name #soap x ghost #ghost x soap #cod mw2 #Angst #hurt/comfort #Please I just want to hold their hands and tell them it's all okay #Also lmao hey I'm alive

[sweet-villain]

She~ Joseph Quinn 

katberk asked:

Got another one for you whenever you have time cause your writing is just keeping me going! ❤️ Love you lots!!!

In an interview Joseph talks about how his wife who also plays his love interest taught him how to play Master of Puppets for season 4

Just imagine him gushing

Author's Note : Aw, you're the sweetest, love you too lovely <3

Joseph watches as you dance around the kitchen in his shirt and some sweats holding a spatula. He was in awe of your beauty and can't believe he had found his person.

You two met on the set of Stranger Things, you played as Eddie Munson love interest and Robin Buckley's sister. From the moment that Joe had set his eyes on you, he was smitten. He had to have you.

" Hi I'm Y/N, you're Joseph right? he remembers the sound of your voice the first time you spoken to him. He nods with a smile on his face, but continues causing you to giggle. He blushed, feeling embarrassed.

" That's me, but call me Joe" when you shook his hand, you looked at it as if it was out of ordinary to shake hands. He waited but instead gasped as you pulled him into a hug.

" Hugs are more my style" Joe had the biggest smile since then and you were the reason behind it.

" Joe?" you called out to him bringing out of his thoughts, he made a" mhm" sound causing you to giggle. It was like the first day you met him and he heard that giggle. His favorite sound, " can you get the plates?" he nodded his head heading over the kitchen cabinet and taking out two white plates setting them besides you. He made his way behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist putting his head on your shoulder.

Hugging you from behind was one of his favorite things.

You looked at him over his shoulder as he had his eyes closed, his hands on your hips feeling the softness of your skin and a smile on his face that you loved so much whenever you saw it. His brown eyes opened just in time to see you staring at him, " What is it lovely?" he asks, squeezing your hips and playfully bumping his hips against your ass.

" Nothing Joe, you're just beautiful" he hide his face in your shoulder feeling the redness of his cheeks hearing the compliment.

" Thank you, sweetheart but your beauty is nothing compared to silly me" you smiled, setting the food on the plate as your hand reached for his on your hips. You raised it to your lips, kissing his finger tips.

" Go eat, lover boy. You have an interview to get to soon" you offered his plate to him, he thanked you with a kiss on your nose as he took it happily walking to the table. There was a little bop to his step making some of his curls bounce.

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You were writing things to get from the grocery store in your notebook when you heard him being asked about you.

" Y/N is my wonder woman, my little fire cracker" you chuckled at the new nickname. He calls you that only because of the adventurous side you had, always planing to go somewhere and getting ideas which Joseph loved.

" She is out of this world, and any lucky person to be in her life as I am, is the luckiest person to have such a treasure as her. She's the funniest, prettiest, smartest, creativity is out of this world" he laughs, one of your favorite sounds continue to listen, " such a great listener, we always have fun wherever we go, she make me at easy, she is patient, loving and caring. Her personality is one of the best"

He continues to talk about you gushing how over the moon in love with you he is and then you smirk hearing him talk about the solo he had playing " Master Of Puppets" in Stranger Things.

" I haven't been playing much, but this time for my character I had to learn this song and Y/N was the whole reason behind it. She taught me how to play. When I first saw her play her guitar and on set, she had surprised everyone how well she played, it was magic and I couldn't wrap my mind that this is the woman that I was going to marry one day"

Your mouth dropped open hearing that he was going to marry you one day. Stomach filled with butterflies hearing him talk about you in a way filled with nothing but love.

You love this man so much.

" When I met Metallica, I brought her along and the way she was gushing about how they were her inspiration to learning the guitar, made me happier than I ever been. Listening to her talk, sharing stories and telling me her favorite moments and things, is always one of many things I love about her. She is an extraordinary woman"

You set the notebook down covering your mouth as your heart fluttered. He was gushing about you and could never have enough of you. Yes you were totally going to marry this man and have his babies.

" Every scene I did with her on set will always be my favorite, it will always be Eddie and Y/C/N ( your character's name). You can just tell we had the best chemistry from the start. Even the rest of the cast kept asking if this was my person. I told them it was. She always will be"

You had made up your mind when you were going to see him, you had been dating him for a couple of months and couldn't wait to call him your husband. You were going to ask him and beat him to it. You had to.

" Jamie even told me that if I didn't marry her soon, he would take my place" he laughed. You giggled shaking your head. Jamie's friendship with Joe is one of your favorite things. Those two teased the fans so much and you loved every minute of it.

Jamie always joked that you would share Joseph with him since the beginning of their friendship.

" as long as I get him Mondays- Friday's, he is all yours" you joked to him and he agreed, laughing with you.

When the interview had finished, Joe walked out the door and stopped seeing you. His cheeks were red, and he looked at the ground thinking you heard him gush about you.

" Did you hear all of that?" he points behind him at the room. You giggled, making your way to him and wrapping your arms around him.

" I did, you are so whipped" He laughed, shaking his head leaning his forehead on yours. " So what if I am? You're all mine, sweetheart"

" I am" you kiss his cheek but pulled away to look him in those beautiful brown eyes.

" Marry me?" you asked, his mouth a jar as he cupped your face with both his hands. " Are you serious?" you nod.

" Oh sweetheart, you know I will say yes but let me do it properly. I wanna ask you" a pout appears on your lips as you playfully whine. He pokes your nose and then kisses it, " Please let me do it."

You nod agreeing him, but playfully joked, " I mean if not soon, Jamie might beat you to it."

Joseph laughs, shaking his head. " He wishes"

#joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn #imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #jewls writes

[annwrites]

finding bliss in the bliss *.✧

— pairing: jacob seed x fem!reader

— type: ficlet

— summary: jacob seed takes your virginity in a field of bliss

— tags: porn w/o plot tbh

— tw: sex, loss of virginity, drugging, fingering, cussing, dubcon (reader asks about protection, but jacob makes the decision for them both to bareback it)

— word count: 4,544

— a/n: well, this ended up being way longer than i initially expected it to be lol. i hope i kept him in-character!

(this scene was initially going to be used in a much larger fic where the the reader (originally an oc) meets john first during one of joseph's sermons that she went to out of curiosity & generally feeling lost/alone in life. she eventually is taken in by john/eden's gate, bc john has been having dreams about her, & believes she's his soulmate. but bc he knows jacob needs someone good in his life as well, he has her go stay with him at his cabin in the whitetails as he "works" on his silo sometimes, so that she's kept safe while he's away from the ranch. in reality, he's hoping they'll connect & also fall in love. & they do and they're all a happy throuple. but this scene initially ended with jacob trying to pull his cock out of his boxers & she freezes, telling him she wants john to be her first & he gets super hurt & upset about it.) anyway!

You swear, that the more you walk, the more you can hear a faint humming sound coming from up ahead. Once the two of you break through the trees, you see where it'd been coming from. Before you is a massive field of flowers, moths flitting along them, and behind the field is a row of greenhouses, to the right of them a huge marble-and-stone building.

You look to Jacob. "Where are we?"

He nods his head toward the large building. "That's the factory where we make all our bliss. And while there's plenty of others throughout the region, this is the largest field of it that we have."

You balk. So you're both standing before a giant field of hallucinogens.

"W-Why did you bring me here?"

He looks down to you, his hands in his pockets. "You were the one who was curious."

Your brows furrow. "I expressed that curiosity in the truck—meaning you were already headed this way."

"No, originally I was going to take you to Sabre-Tooth Springs. We're just making a detour right now."

He steps away from you then, walking closer to the field.

You panic. "Jacob," you nearly yell his name.

He turns back to you, one brow raised. "You wanted to know what it was like."

"I didn't think I'd be finding out tonight..."

He doesn't respond.

You take a small step closer to him. "What if...what if I have a bad trip?"

He determines it a small victory that you're not going to fight him on this experience, but, rather, are willing to let it happen.

He steps back over to you, his broad form towering over your own. He nearly smirks at how small you are compared to him. So vulnerable...

"I'll be right here the entire time. I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

You glance to the alluring field of flowers, illuminated only by the moon above and the lights from the greenhouses in the back, then back to the large man before you.

"Do you really think my first time doing it...it being in a field of it, is a good idea?"

He shrugs. "No one's ever had a better one."

You nearly roll your eyes as he turns away from you. You quickly reach out, gripping his right hand in your left and his head jerks in your direction at the sudden contact.

You look up to him with wide eyes. "Can...can I hold your hand?"

Your own is shaking, he notes.

He nods.

You take a deep breath, then another as you step closer and closer, until, finally, you're at the beginning of a path, which leads down the middle of the garden.

You grip his hand tighter as the two of you begin down it, your head quickly beginning to spin as you breathe in the strong-smelling flowers which surround you. Your other hand comes up to wrap around his arm, sparkles filling your vision. "I feel so dizzy. Light-headed." You look around you, your vision swimming, heart now pounding. "Everything looks funny. I don't like this."

He drags you along, further in, cutting across the path until you're completely surrounded by the angel's trumpet flowers. "Just relax. Everything you're feeling is completely normal."

You shake your head, trying to center yourself, but it causes the entire world to spin instead, so you press your forehead against Jacob's upper-arm, desperately wanting it to stop.

"Here, just sit down and ride it out."

Ride it out? There was no riding it out, so long as you were sitting in a damn field of it.

Nevertheless, you do as you're told, taking a seat beside him, swaying side-to-side as you watch the world around you ebb and flow, as if you were underwater.

"Hey, look at me," Jacob says as he gently places his index finger under your chin, turning your face in his direction, causing your vision to fill with small silver sparkles again.

"Yeah, your pupils are blown."

Your heart jumps and you swallow nervously as you reach up to your face. "Is that bad?" You ask with a whimper.

He smirks. "No, just means it's working."

You wonder what he means by that, but find yourself completely unable to concentrate long enough to try and figure it out.

"Lie back."

You do, closing your eyes, willing yourself to calm down. Wait—hadn't he said it helped do just that? No. That happened when you found the correct dosage, which this most certainly was not.

They smelled so lovely, though...

Finally, when you open your eyes, you notice that Jacob is now leaning against his left arm, looking down at you. "How do you feel?"

You blink up at him. "Warm."

"So take a layer off."

You giggle, then cover your mouth, wondering where the hell that had come from. You lower your arms back down to your sides. "Are you trying to get me to take my clothes off?"

His brow raises. "You're wearing a hoodie."

You flush. "Oh. Right."

You unzip it and Jacob's eyes darken when he notices you're not wearing a bra beneath your thin t-shirt, but you don't see his reaction as you sit up long enough to slip the article of clothing off, lying it beside you before you lie back down again.

"Better?" He asks.

You look up at him again, suddenly feeling warm all over. Was that a normal reaction?

"No, still warm."

His jaw flexes, then, "So take something else off."

Normally, you know you would be beyond upset at such a suggestion, would make a scene over it. Would never do it, but you simply...don't care in this moment. You feel a way you never have before. Calm, euphoric. Happy.

So you sit up again and grip your t-shirt at the hem, lifting it up over your head and Jacob watches, his face betraying nothing as he takes in your now-naked breasts.

You lie down yet again and giggle, covering your shapely breasts with your hands. "I'm naked."

"Not technically." He replies, his tone completely serious.

"How are you not...do you not feel as good as I do right now?" When you speak, your voice sounds little like your own now. It's playful, lilted, breathy... Alluring.

His jaw twitches. “Let's just say I've developed a bit of an immunity to it.”

You wonder how that's even possible. How much of it someone would have to do to even achieve that. But because it's him—Mister Always-in-Control—you're not surprised by this fact.

You reach down to the waistband of your sweatpants and begin to wiggle out of them, not even caring as your underwear goes with them.

You look up to Jacob then, and his gaze is trained solely on your face now.

“Now I am.” You say, your entire body warm, a flush spreading lower than just your face, but to your neck and breasts as well.

He simply replies with a “Mhm.”

You laugh at him, then mimic his serious disposition by pursing your lips and furrowing your brow. “So serious.”

You close your eyes again and breathe deeply, heat now pooling between your thighs.

Jacob, while your eyes are shut, uses the moment to take you all in. Your breasts, your soft stomach, your round hips and supple thighs, and your sex between your legs.

When he looks back to your comely face, your wide eyes are open and watching him.

Before he can think or do anything, you're on top of him—straddling him—your legs bent at the knee on either side of his waist as you come down to rest directly over his throbbing erection, which strains painfully beneath his jeans.

He leans back on both his elbows as you rest each of your arms on either of his shoulders, your breasts nearly in his face.

"The hell are you doing?"

You shrug, feeling unusually bold. Obviously. Or you wouldn't naked, on top of Jacob Seed, in a field of psychedelic flowers right now. "Not sure yet." You giggle again, running your fingers through his hair.

"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?"

You feel your core heat at that. "Not usually."

His lips twitch. "I'm aware. Had I known all it would take to bring your walls down would be some bliss, I would've brought you down here days ago."

You scoot a bit closer, your chest nearly against his and he groans at the sensation as his cock twitches underneath you.

"Why?"

He's broken from thoughts of fucking you senseless for teasing him like this. "Why what?"

"You've barely spoken to me for the past week, not that you're ever home, so why do you care about my walls?"

His cock hardens at you talking about walls, him wondering what the ones between your legs would feel like clenching around him. He doubts you could take all of him anyway.

"Does that upset you, me not paying attention to you, sweetheart?" He asks in a mocking tone.

Normally, you'd fill with embarrassment or shame. But right now? You simply shrug.

"Is that why you're naked and on top of me? Because you don't need my attention?" He asks, thinking he finally has the upper hand. How wrong he is...

You grind down against his erection and sigh. "Mm, actually I want this."

He raises a brow. "To dry hump me?"

He could give you a lot more than that, you need only ask. But he wasn't about to admit as much.

You hesitate for a moment, then nod.

He glances down to where your sex is already making a wet spot on his jeans, directly over his cock. He then looks back up to you, eyes hooded. "Go on, then."

It's all the encouragement you need before you reposition herself overtop of his left leg instead. He lowers it until it's flat on the ground, and then you do exactly what he said. You rub yourself against the leg of his pants, your head thrown back in ecstasy, your eyes closed, lips slightly parted.

For awhile, Jacob simply watches you, arms behind his head, content to let you do this all night if that's what you want.

Then, Jacob sits up for a moment, reaching behind you to slip the band around your ponytail free and your hair falls in soft waves down your back. Her briefly considers how it would feel wrapped around his fist.

You don't stop your ministrations for a moment, continuing to whimper and sigh and moan as you take what you want, perhaps need.

Finally, you opens your eyes and Jacob sits up a bit. You wrap your arms back around his neck again and crush your lips to his.

You open your mouth, moaning into his own over and over. God, you'd never felt so good, so free, so alive before. You understood why people took bliss now. Who wouldn't want to feel like this forever? You could get lost in it. Wanted to.

He flicks his tongue against yours , then brings his rough, calloused palms to rub up and down her bare back and you shiver, gasping against his lips at the heightened sensation.

Then, he grips your hips as you continue to ride him, wishing he could get some fucking relief himself. He wasn't usually this generous, in that, if he was with a woman, they were both getting theirs. Not just one of them.

You begin to ride his leg faster then, your breath coming in soft, short pants. He suddenly flips you onto your back "Oh no you don't."

Your eyes shoot open, as well as your mouth, but before you can speak a word of protest, Jacob is lying on his side, leaning against his left arm as he spreads both of your legs with his right, then reaches between them with that same hand, running his index and middle fingers between her soaking folds before plunging them inside of you.

You gasp at the unexpected gesture, then throw your head back against the ground.

Jacob brings his other arm to press down on the lower portion of your stomach as his fingers frantically fuck you, barely allowing you to catch your breath.

You bring your right arm up to grip his jacket, unable to so much as speak, only able to make the most embarrassing noises—which included those coming from between your thighs...

Jacob suddenly curves his fingers upward and you moan his name in response, causing him to smirk in satisfaction before easing yet another finger inside of you.

It doesn't take but a few minutes more before you finish, his palm covered in you as your back arches and you spread your legs wider. Sparks explode against your eyelids, your entire being set ablaze, your cunt contracting wildly against him.

He doesn't even bother stopping, until your hand comes down to grip his wrist. "Please," you whisper, trying to catch your breath, trying to calm your pounding heart.

His movements cease and he removes his fingers from inside you and you watch as he immediately places them in his mouth, your eyes going wide as he sucks your juices from them.

Only once he's cleaned them does he settle his arm over one of her lowered thighs. "Do you have any idea how fucking good you taste?"

You open and close your mouth like some stupid, gaping fish, before closing it and opting to simply shake your head.

He runs two of his fingers between your hot, dripping folds and your body jerks in response before he brings them up to your lips. "Open."

You obey and he eases his fingers into your mouth and you suck on them before he removes them a few seconds later. You don't find there to be anything extraordinary about how you taste, but perhaps he had a different palate than you.

You then decide that you sound ridiculous, and have no idea what you're even on about.

"So, did you get what you needed? Or do you need to go again?"

You're surprised he's offering you a second orgasm. But pleased he is nonetheless. The first had been...unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Had been mind-bending. Your entire body had been at his mercy.

You look at him shyly. "Maybe."

He brushes one of his calloused thumbs over your nipple. "Oh yeah?" He says with mild interest before gazing at you.

You spread your legs again, nodding. "Mhm."

He sighs. "What am I going to do with you?"

You bite your lip. "Whatever you want."

He shakes his head, chuckling. "Don't tell me that or I'll fuck you within an inch of your life."

You still, somewhat wishing he would.

Then, you climb back on top of him again. He leans back like before. "What are you up to now, darlin'?"

You unbuckle his belt and his hand shoots out to grip your wrist in an iron clasp.

You look up to him, your heart pounding wildly with excitement.

"You sure about this?" He has no condoms on him and he wasn't about to even consider the pullout method. When he came, it would be deep—with his cock buried as far inside of you as he can get it—every drop of his cum filling you. And if your coupling resulted in something...more...he'd deal with that then.

All he could think was everything he wanted to do to you right now. Consequences be fucking damned.

You look at him, a smile playing on your lips. "Trust me."

Him trusting you wasn't the problem right now. Sure, bliss no longer had the effect on him that it once did, but there was still an impact on his body when he got near it. And being here with you like this in a field of it? He was liable to lose control once he was finally inside of you.

Once you have his belt fully undone, you then unbutton and unzip his pants and you kneel next to him and he lifts his hips as you slide them down to his ankles.

Before he can toe off his boots, wanting to fuck you completely bare, you've climbed back into his lap and are reaching for his erection over his boxers. You stroke him a few times before rubbing the tip of him against your cunt.

He looks at you in confusion. "What're you doing?"

You continue rubbing him against you and his cock twitches—once, twice—and he wants nothing more in all the fucking world than to finally sheathe himself inside of you.

"Are you trying to be a cock tease?" He asks, irritation lacing his voice.

You give him a mischievous grin and shrug before rolling your head to the side, your hair coming to slip over the front of your shoulder.

Jacob sits up, his chest pressed against yours and you wrap your arms around his neck then. He relaxes some. You'd just been trying to ready yourself, that was all. He reaches under you and starts trying to pull his boxers lower, trying to free his erection, but you still and pull away, looking down.

"I..."

He stops. "What?"

If you were about to ask 'what about a condom', so help him God almighty above...

"I've never..." You trail off.

Realization dawns on him. You were a fucking virgin. Even if you sure as hell were not acting like one right now.

"You're still a virgin, sweetheart?"

You nod, suddenly embarrassed.

He squeezes both of your hips firmly in his rough hands. "You want to fix that tonight?"

You just stare at him, running your fingers nervously through his hair.

He moves his hands lower, gripping your ass. "Hm? Would you like that?"

Your cunt was throbbing between your legs and you were so wet that you were dripping. All you could think about was all the things he might do to you if you said yes.

Why had you been waiting again? With your head so light and fuzzy, you couldn't remember anymore.

Finally, you nod.

He gently sets you to the side and you watch as he unlaces his boots, then tugs off his jeans the rest of the way. He then pulls his shirt off over his head and you feel a pang in your chest at the scars littering his abdomen. What had happened to him?

Your feeling sorry for him is cut short, however, when he pulls his boxers off, freeing his erection.

Oh God. It'd never fit. Never ever.

He gently grips your hips in his hands again and you sit back on his thighs and gingerly take his erection in your hands, holding it up against your stomach. It came up above your navel.

Jacob could nearly laugh from the terrified look on your face.

"Something the matter, honey?"

"It's too big," you look up to him, eyes wide and full of innocence. "It's not going to fit."

It twitches in your grip and you nearly unhand him when it does so.

"Oh, I'll make it fit, baby. One way or another."

You look into his eyes again.

"So, you want to be on top, or should I?" He asks, his tone patient as you decided.

"I...I don't know."

He sits up, wrapping his arms around you, your hands still around his dripping erection. "You want me to decide then?" He grabs your ass again, squeezing. "Want me to do all the work and you just enjoy yourself?"

You nod, hesitantly.

He leans forward, trailing his lips, then his tongue along your neck and you let out an unexpected moan, making his hard cock twitch again. Once his lips are near the shell of your ear, he speaks. His voice is low, gravely, full of lust. "Lie back and spread your legs."

He quickly grabs his jacket, fanning it out and you lie back on it, doing as you were told, spreading your legs wide for him.

He kneels before you, resting back on his haunches as his hands first grip your breasts, massaging them, then he uses one of his hands to grip your hip, the other palm-face down, running between your breasts, down your stomach, finally coming to rest overtop of your sex.

"This what you want, darlin'?"

You watch as his cock bobs between his legs. You nod, silently.

He slowly eases two fingers inside of you and you grip the jacket beneath you.

"Oh, yeah, that's what you want. Nice and wet and ready for me, huh, baby?"

You bite your lip, whimpering as he teases you like you had teased him.

Your eyes pop open when he removes his fingers, now rubbing the tip of his cock against your entrance instead, slapping it gently against your pussy a few times.

"What about-"

"What about what, sweetheart?" He asks, brow raised in mock-interest at what you have to say.

"Protection."

"We don't need it," he states, pushing inside of you before you can protest.

The pain isn't as bad as you had imagined it would be. Perhaps some mild discomfort at first, but he gives you a moment to adjust to the size of him—you'd been stupid in thinking those first few inches would be it, though.

As he eases himself the rest of the way in, the feeling is unlike anything you'd ever felt before.

You'd fingered yourself before, even used the handle of a hairbrush a few times, watching with fascination as it bobbed inside of you as you clenched around it, but this...you'd never felt so completely filled.

Jacob lets out a low swear and you look up to him in worry, until he speaks. "You're so fucking tight, Jesus."

He looks down at you, where your bodies are now joined, his length completely hidden inside of you. You'd done far better at taking every inch of him than he'd previously anticipated. "That feel good, sweetheart? You like that?"

"I feel so...so full."

He smirks. "I bet."

He begins to rock his hips against yours, slowly, using every ounce of self-control not to just fuck you raw like he wants so desperately to do.

He lowers himself on top of you, one of his hands holding himself up, trying not to crush you. He uses his other to slide down your thigh, lifting it onto his back. He sinks impossibly deeper and curses.

He looks down at you as you wrap your other leg around his backside. "Do you know how good you feel like this?"

You shake your head, eyes now glazed over, face and breasts splotchy with a sex-flush.

"First one to be inside of this pretty little cunt, hm?"

If you weren't already pink and red all over, you'd flush from the words leaving his lips. "Y-yes."

He eases out and back into you a few more times, your cunt squelching from how wet you are. "Such a needy little pussy, isn't it? Bet it doesn't take much to get it soaked, does it?"

You shake your head, licking your lips. "It's kind of annoying, actually."

He chuckles. "Only for you. You have any idea how much use I'd get out of it if it belonged to me?"

You grow quiet, mortified at the way he was talking about your body, even if it turned you on all the more.

He crushes his lips against yours, using his tongue to tease you for a moment before pulling away, sitting up again, cock still firmly inside of you. He reaches down, brushing the pad of his thumb along your lower lip, before easing it into your mouth. "You look like you could use something to suck on, darlin'."

And so you do. You suck on his thumb, hollowing your cheeks, wrapping both of your hands around his, and he groans at the sight, imaging how his cock would feel in there. God, you were fucking perfect.

He rams his cock into you a few times and you just moan and sigh in pleasure.

He pulls out a few inches, admiring his glistening length, completely covered in you, and then he shoves it back in. You clench around him and take note of how he hisses at the sensation.

You do it a few more times, completely on purpose now and he curses, and not quietly. "Fuck, Y/N."

Eventually, he grips your hips again, rolling over so that you're on top and he begins to tug your hips forward, then back, trying to encourage you to ride him again. You start to do so, the feeling of him settled inside of you, feeling him moving with you...it's such an odd sensation, but it feels so good.

He lies back, reaching up, taking both of your breasts in his hands, fondling them as you rock your hips against his. He begins to tug against your nipples, gently pinching them and smirks when he feels you clench at the feeling.

"You like that, baby, that feel good?"

You nod fervently. "You're doing such a good job riding my cock, sweetheart. That's it." He grips your hips again, having you bounce on it. He throws it head back. "Fuck, just like that. God—fuck."

You settle both of your hands, palms face-down, on each of his pectorals, settling onto his cock again and then you begin to roughly buck your hips against him, riding him as hard as your body can manage.

So much for letting him do all the work...

He says your name over and over again, eyes closed, a curse escaping his lips every-other word.

He's gripping your hips and sides so hard you're sure he'll leave bruises, but you don't dare tell him to stop. Finally, he sits up, crushing you against him, his face buried in your breasts, taking one, then the other into his mouth, gently biting down and sucking on them as you continue to ride and ride, his breathing become more erratic, his hips bucking up into you, the tip of his cock plunging against your cervix.

"Fuck, baby, just like that. Good girl. Ride my fucking cock. Just like that, honey."

Finally, you climax, your walls clenching around him over and over again, the first time you'd come from anything other than clitoral stimulation.

Jacob quickly follows you over the edge, his cum shooting inside of you, hot and plentiful as he moans into your hair.

Once the two of you settle, coming down from your orgasms, he slowly eases you onto your back once more, removing his cock from you inch-by-inch, his cum spilling out of you, onto the ground.

"There's so much of it," you say, surprised, looking up to him, noticing his member was coated in it, sticky cum dripping from the tip still.

He smirks, looking between your spread legs where your cunt was now just a messy red hole—covered in him—needing to be filled again. "And there's plenty more, trust me."

#fic: far cry v (jacob seed x reader) #jacob seed x reader #jacob seed imagine #jacob seed x you #far cry 5 x reader #far cry 5 x you

[jojossillywalk]

why does avdol know about the assassins

if we compile context facts in one place, i think Some theories could be made

he seems particularly knowledgeable about hitmen: "mafia, governments, and militaries employ his services (devo)," "he's paid to make them look like accidents (grey fly)," recognized cameo on sight. and knows that "no one" who has faced devo is alive. he also knows midler's range.

if you are paid, there is a decent possibility that you leave a paper trail. joseph seems confident in avdol's abilities to track people down very little (he asks if avdol can gauge anything from a photo with a dark background).

joseph isn't wrong: avdol can pinpoint your address using an unfortunate fly.

ordinarily an advocate of tactical retreat and restraint, but bystander death in front of him will negate this. he also believes "some things are too evil to be allowed to live."

has a knife on hand, which he tosses to people in case they want to skip the hard part.

one of the best moods that we see him in is when he, in effect, has cameo cornered in an area where avdol has complete tactical advantage: wide open space, the terrain is known to avdol, cameo doesn't know the full extent of avdol's strength and has been caught off guard, etc

he is fine with battling jotaro, but immediately disengages when jotaro says "i'm locked in here because i keep hurting people without meaning to"

very familiar with stand battle power: he's the one who states that stand power is in relation to range, he knows that breath restriction diminishes a stand (unless you are dark blue moon or jotaro i suppose), and he assumed that a recently manifested stand wouldn't be as clear as splat was- he can even estimate your distance if he knows enough about your stand beforehand (we see w cameo and midler)

similar to the tarot (all experienced with stand fights), avdol uses knowledge as a metric of advantage- "the enemy knows everything about you- you said that you've lived on your own, but at this point, you're not going to be able to win by yourself."

you could argue that avdol's general demeanor is understandably impacted by how much knowledge he has: he's visibly confident and enthusiastic during the cameo fight. in the polnareff fight, he's cautious, but somewhat relaxed (even charmed) by the fact that polnareff is extremely open about his abilities.

conversely, as early as dark blue moon, "a stand that i, avdol, haven't heard of." knowledge is a very important aspect of how he fights. avdol also notes that with strength, "this is the first time i've encountered such power."

side note, magician's red requires a lot of knowledge: not only are you dealing with the stand, which has a lot of components making the whole, but avdol's very aware of the environment. we see him making really versatile usage of his surroundings, using the statue of magician's red, he uses the ground to solve tactical problems multiple times (making the tunnel and burning the hole under the train track), and red acts as a life/stand sensor.

his test of character for both jotaro and polnareff is exposing his back and walking away- in the mariah episode, we see avdol's actual reflexes in regards to things flying at his back. during combat, this man determines whether he wants to be friends with you based on whether you try stabbing him in the back.

this could be also interpreted as avdol partially basing that judgement on how someone responds to their opponent disengaging!

finally, he's very, very casual about faking his death.

basically a summary of this behemoth but! based on context, i think it's safe to say that avdol and polnareff have more in common than initial impression, because i don't think avdol was using all that information to make trivia games.

that said! i don't think he was tracking with the express intent to battle/kill- even when splat was getting rowdy, avdol doesn't go full throttle, and is quick to stop. i think it was more a statement of "essentially having telekinesis won't free you from consequence," and once he realizes that jotaro wasn't using splat to just bat people around, he hit him with "Turns My Back On You Haha Hope No One Stabs It"

hell, avdol choses to spare polnareff before he realized that polnareff likely had a fleshbud, based on the actions of that episode. he immediately tries to give iggy some gum after iggy is in the cage. i think avdol is definitely an enjoyer of Snappish Weirdo Guys.

#mohammed avdol #muhammed avdol

[josephandjamie]

ppl need to understand joseph is a moody water moon man (i also believe earth rising, but 🤷‍♀️), jamie had to tell him to wave at the fans and say hi when they were in paris, he was all grumpy in canada cause he was tired, he’s always had more of a serious demeanor (in general, ofc we’ve all seen his chaotic energy when he’s comfortable w friends) …you can either accept him for who he is or stan that j*ey character you idealized in ur mind

[clickerflight]

Lawnmowers are scary: Joseph Part 3

This is the last of what I have for this guy. I might write more because I did quite enjoy this story line but IDK

CW: Vampire whumpee, body horror, the horrors of growing back your body, left on the side of the road, lawnmower scare, we do get to see an actually decent person in this one though!

Taglist: @whumpsday

Part 1 : Part 2

......................................

Night came again and Joseph was back to growing. He could feel his consciousness fitting back into his body more and more, making him more and more aware as a skull formed, the brain growing every night. Joseph was not looking forward to being able to be completely aware of his body again. 

The 6th night out in the evening. He convulsed again, this time more painful and he sucked down his first breath of air as his brain kicked into gear. Joseph cried out softly, shivering as the cold became apparent, his limbs aching where they were supposed to be. He couldn’t see, his eyes still not formed. He only had one arm, the other one a stub that ended just before the elbow, and no legs to speak of. He sobbed, barely enough energy to keep breathing. He could feel the last of the energy granted by the blood injection trickle to a stop as he started to hear the things around him. He could hear small insects chirping and the occasional passing car. 

On instinct, he tried to drag himself forward with his one arm, but didn’t get anywhere. He sobbed again, opening his mouth with a half grown tongue, whispering for help, his words unintelligible. 

Sunrise came soon after.

Joseph determined that he was on the side of the road within the deep grass. It was dry and prickly against his skin and all he could really do was lay there and cry between naps. Without blood, his only energy came from sleep, but that wasn’t much with how much there was still to grow. 

Day came, bringing with it more sounds of cars. Joseph wondered how long he would have to be out here to be able to drag himself to the road in the hopes of getting help. He wondered if a blood moon would come along and give him strength soon. With his luck, he doubted it. David was the lucky one. 

Joseph heard heavy machinery start up, something that sounded like a heavy duty lawn mower. Horrified, Joseph realized that the prickly growth around him was dead grass and the lawn mower heralded the first step to keep fires from starting up on the sides of the freeway. 

And Joseph was hidden by the grass. He flinched as images of being torn apart by a lawn mower before the rider realized he was there flashed through his mind and that spurred some sort of adrenaline reaction out of his newly formed glands. He flailed in the grass with his arm, his fingers not even fully formed as he hoarsely cried out. 

“I’m here!” he said, trying to be heard, though he knew he wasn’t getting up loud enough to even possibly be heard by whoever was riding the mower. 

“Please,” he sobbed, his lungs aching from the effort. “Please, no, don’t hurt me. Please not again. I can’t do this again!”

The mower was deafening now and Joseph curled up as much as he could, putting his arm over his head as his body was wracked with sobs. 

The mower, like a blessing, stopped and was turned off so quickly he almost wondered if he had imagined the sound. 

An older man’s voice came to him with an empathic expletive and Joseph felt someone’s rough, warm hand between his shoulder blades. 

“Are you alive?” the man asked.

Joseph sobbed, shivering violently as he nodded and the man quickly patted his back.

“It’s alright there, I’m here. Uhh, I think I have a sterilization thing in my truck. I’m going to clean off my arm and I’ll be right back.”

Joseph couldn’t help the begging cry that escaped his throat and the man said, “I promise I’ll be right back, okay. Here.”

Joseph felt a coat drape over him and the man said, “Give me just a minute.”

The man disappeared and Joseph curled up under the coat, breathing quickly. His mind went numb in the face of being saved. 

The man was back. “Have you fed from someone before?” he asked gently, carefully levering Joseph into his lap.

Joseph nodded. “I took-took the classes.”

“Okay. Can, um, can I clean your teeth for you?”

Joseph opened his mouth and let his fangs flick down from behind his teeth and felt the man wipe off all of his teeth before putting his wrist to Joseph’s lips. Joseph concentrated, trying to remember what he had learned in those classes. He carefully licked the man’s wrist, tasting the alcohol there to clean it. He carefully bit down and started swallowing. He took a few swallows. He remembered that it was considerate to stop at three swallows, but when he tried to pull away the man said, “Do two more. You need it more than I do.”

Joseph gratefully did before pulling off, licking the wound closed. He gasped as more pain sprouted in his limbs as they started growing again and the man said, “I’m sorry man, this has got to suck. I called the police. They’ll be here soon.”

Joseph felt the rest of his tongue fill out as he said, “Thank you, thank you. I-I thought you were going to hit-hit me with the-with the…”

“I was scared too,” the man said. “I hope they find whoever did this to you, man.”

Joseph didn’t really hear anything else as his body decided that now was a good time for a factory reset. 

Part 4

#whump #vampire whumpee #body horror #vampire feeding #this man is not having a good time

[deputy-morgan-malone]

Deputy Morgan Malone + Stars

“So swoon, baby, starry nights...”

After reblogging roughly 1000 star pictures while transferring Morgan’s tag over to this blog, I decided to finally make the Stars moodboard for her I’ve been planning for quite some time.  My deciding to give her star symbolism came out of a tarot moodboard I made for her for one of the moodboard memes, but I’ve decided it really suits her.  Scattered, varied, bright, a matter of light and darkness at the same time, light in darkness, wonder, adventure, but a bit distant and lonely in some ways.

I’m being a bit cheap and including shooting stars, even though they are technically comets and asteroids.  But the symbolism is all very similar!  And the idea of Morgan crashing down into Hope County/the Project at Eden’s Gate like a falling star...phew.

ETA:

Joseph Seed + Moon

Adelaide Drubman + Sun

(Source: Pinterest w/edits: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9)

#morgan moodboards #moodboards #stars #quotes #personality #symbolism #blue

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Indians Count Moons To Set History Dates Long Before Columbus,” Toronto Globe. January 27, 1932. Page 11. ---- Perhaps the ‘dark ages’ were not always quite dark. At least, the Indians on this continent had their own manner of counting time.

We have long been told by the histories that the centuries of Indian occupation of this continent were uncounted, vague, and indefinite. For example, the date of the formation of the Iroquois Confederacy, in what is now New York State, was uncertain. This confederacy has sometimes been described as the first League of Nations. Additional interest attaches for Canadians because the Six Nations, as they later became known, moved over into Canada with the Loyalists after the American Revolution and have ever since been loyal citizens.

One of the tribes was the Mohawks, and a visitor to Toronto this week was one of the prominent women of this tribe, Mrs. H. A. Brant, of the Deseronto Reserve, herself a direct descendant of Joseph Brant, Chief of the Mohawks, for years before his death in 1807. Mrs. Brant, whose maiden name was Teresa Brant, and whose father, a great-grandson of Joseph Brant, still lives on the Deseronto Reserve, married R. A. Brant, who is not related to the original chieftain.

During her visit to this part of Ontario, for the first time in her life, Mrs. Brant was the guest of Mr. and Mrs. W. Nelson Campbell, 214 Glennir Avenue, Forest Hill. To a party of friends, she read  a paper which traced the history of the Mohawks, in some detail, with information derived from tribal tradition rather than printed books. One of her most interesting statements was that the Iroquois Confederacy was formed in 1390. As that year was more than a century before the discovery of America by Columbus, and long before clocks, almanacs, and other means of computing time were available on this continent, Mrs. Brant was asked to explain.

‘Oh, this came down to us through tradition. Our tribe counted time by the number of moons, and the year 1390 was reached through counting back the number of moons.’

A group of local historians heard the news with surprise and delight. Selwyn P. Griffin, author of ‘Open Secrets,’ in which Iroquois lore is presented, said:

‘I should say the date of the formation of the Confederacy was about 1450, but if Mrs. Brant says 1390, I would not contradict her. She should know more about it than we should, especially in view of the traditions in her tribe. It is unlikely that any one can settle this date, and she is as likely to be correct as any one.’

Mrs. Brant, who is deeply interested in Mohawk history, displays a keen poetic touch in her prose and verse. She is proud of the record of her race, and recollects the satisfation felt by the Deseronto Mohawaks over a great Mohawk of modern times, Dr. Oronhyatekha, who was married to Ellen Hill, a great-granddaughter of Joseph Brant.

#toronto #deseronto #tyendinaga #tyendinaga mohawk territory #mohawks #Kenhtè:ke #six nations #indigenous people #first nations #indigenous history #canadian history #settler colonialism in canada #great depression in canada #forest hill

[witchthewriter]

Hi! I saw you did these and since I had already rebloged some of your posts I figured I might as well send in an ask ^^

I'm level four, (also you do not have to do the mood board if you don't have the energy I completely understand!) Fandoms: Harry Potter, Stranger things, and Twilight (if you don't do twilight for the ships then DC please!)

Basic info: I am an ENTP, Libra + Slytherin, my pronouns are He/She and I am bi with a preference for masculine people. I am 5'5, i have split dyed orange and black hair, and I tend to wear grunge or dark academia style clothes.

I am a semi-serious person who likes to hangout with people who get me to loosen up and have fun, and I am clingy around those I am close too! I am also pretty spiritual and I love going outside and connecting to nature around me,

My hobbies are drawing, singing songs while I write, reading, and playing games. I love drawing on anything and everything, if my friends allow I will draw all over there arms and hands, if there's a blank space on my schoolwork I will be sure to draw all over it,

I'm a cat person and have 5 cats that are the loves of my life, and I don't really like dogs all that much. I enjoy drinking tea and I dislike the taste of coffee, and I love strawberry or matcha flavored things. I am pretty into DnD and I love drawing my characters or my friends! I also love playing games like Fallout, Skyrim, Minecraft and Jack box, my friends and I used to do game nights all the time and its one of my favorite ways to spend time.

I love all kinds of music, but my favorites have to be indie music, rock from the 60-90's, and specifically Mistki (her music hits hard) But yeah! That's basically me ^^

Want to be shipped? Here be the instructions 🦋

Hello! You actually sound like an awesome person, I too can be serious at times and love being around others that lighten me up 🌷you wouldn’t be the eldest sibling of the family, would you?

What each ship has in common:

⋆ Light-hearted ⋆ Brave ⋆ Humorous  ⋆ Energetic ⋆ Friendly

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

🌿ENTP 🍁Gryffindor (lol obviously) 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Aries Sun,  Leo Moon, Gemini Rising  

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Fred Weasley! Like with all your ships, I’ve chosen people who would put a smile on your face. These people make problems seem meaningless. So I chose Fred for you because he would get you out of your shell

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・I think that Fred would do pranks on you, and which ever mood you were in, you either prank him back - or you would curse him out

・You and Ginny are really good friends. She loves having another girl in the family. And she helps giving revenge to Fred

・Doesn’t matter that you’re in Slytherin either. You would probably have a rivals to lovers type relationship 

・He would take you on so many adventures - around the castle, in Hogsmeaded, at the Burrow etc

・Always having each other’s backs; he would defend you no matter what

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

🌿ENFP 🍁Gryffindor 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Gemini Sun, Aquarius Moon, Leo Rising

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Eddie Munson! I think he would be such a good match for you. The way that Joseph Quinn gave Eddie such complexity. He’s not just an enigmatic metal head that only cares for his reputation. No, not in the slightest. He’s sweet, he cares. He knows what it’s like to be alone, to not have anyone to turn to. So that’s what he wants for you - to have someone to talk to, to be with. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Knowing your body language and what you need by it. Sometimes you want cheering up, or you want to be left alone but not by yourself. Sometimes you just want him to be near.

・Doesn’t have trouble showing affection AT ALL, and loves randomly kissing you - oh and licking you. And biting you...kinda like a cat does.

・He may not have a lot of money, but he always takes you on adventures. But lets be honest, any time spent with Eddie is a good time. 

・You’re apart of Hellfire club, and he would always hide what he’s creating for the campagins. 

   “Y/N, stop looking! You’re forbidden!” 

・You two would be such an awesome couple - Dustin would be in awe of you guys. He wishes to have a relationship like that one day

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

🌿INFP 🍁Ravenclaw 📜Chaotic Good 🔮Aquarius Sun, Gemini Moon, Pisces Rising

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

I ship you with Alice Cullen! I was going to ship you with Emmett, but he seems to lack emotional depth. Alice’s airy personality makes you feel like life has more meaning - she gives you hope. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・She knew you were soulmates long before you two met. 

・She likes reading you to sleep; Shakespeare is great because you fall asleep VERY quickly. 

・Absolutely adores picking out matching outfits for the two of you

・Your wedding would be nothing short of SPECTACULAR. Expect glamour, glitz, oh but everything would be perfect. Alice has perfected style, and she always makes sure you’re in trend. 

・Her showing you everything the world has to offer. Your life would be transformed - it would be full and you would never know sadness again.

𝑨𝑫𝑫𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷 🌈

𝐃𝐂

🌿ENFP 🍁Slytherin 📜Chaotic Neutral 🔮Gemini Sun, Cancer Moon, Aries Rising

𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

Okay, so I can just see you absolutely throwing caution to the wind and becoming the most unhinged, chaotic version of yourself. Harley would adore you - everything about you. And although this newfound freedom from your usual stoic and reserved personality, you’re still much more grounded than she is. And that would be such a positive for her. 

𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

・Absolutely being a power couple that the people of Gotham are intimidated by. 

・No one f*cking with either of you because they know the consequences would be too dire

・Excitement and spontaneity always being the themes of your relationship.

・Dying each other’s hair (and probably matching without realising it)

・Causing absolute mayhem that Batman always has to clean up. You guys literally love malarky and although you can be hesitant at times, Harley encourages you to let loose

#ships #still open #let me ship you #witchthewriter #twilight #eddie munson #fred weasley

[ghost-wysteria]

Doing one of these ig??

Hi my names Cae or Ghost! I am a male who uses he/him, I love to write! I write M!readers, My writings not great and its absolutely chaotic, i hope you enjoy and i would really appreciate requests!

Shows i write for:

Stranger things: mike w, will b, lucas s, dustin h, max m, eleven h, steve H, Jonathan b, nancy w, robin b(platonic only).

The owl house: hunter, luz, williow, eda(platonic), amity, edric, gus(platonic)

The walking dead: rick, carl, glenn, maggie, daryl, carol, negan(platonic only).

Heartstopper: nick nelson, charlie spring.

Jojo's Bizarre Adventures: (jojos) Jonathan, Joseph, jotaro, josuke, giorno (jobros) speedwagon, caesar, kakyoin, polnareff, okuyaso(mainly /p but /r is okay too👍), narancia, mista, fugo, Bucciarati, abbacchio

Demon Slayer: tanjiro, inosuke, zenitsu, giyuu, rengoku, tengen(his wives can be included /p or /r) basically any of the male upper moons(besides gyokko😨) genya, muichiro, haganeska(ik i spelled it wrong😭)

(Might add more if i remember what shows i watch😭)

Movies i write for:

Scream:(currently just scream 1996 until i watch the others!), Billy loomis, stu macher(i like ghostface boys😋)

The turning: miles fairchild(tbf there's like 5 characters in the whole movie😭).

The black phone: finney blake, gwen blake(platonic), griffin stagg(platonic), bruce yamada, robin Arellano, vance hopper, billy showalter.

IT 2017: richie tozier, eddie kaspbrak, beverly marsh, bill denbrough, stanley uris, mike hanlon

Celebs/influencers i write for:

The sturniolo triplets: matt, chris & nick(pls give me requests i lobe them<3)

Uhm i might add more but yeah thats it for now<3

I will not write smut or fem readers under any circumstance! also no like, underlying sexual stuff either👍

And thats all ig💗

[claar-bookdragonwitch]

I missed it this year because my head has been i don't know where but, here it is, a whole ass month later:

BOOKS THAT ENTERED THE PUBLIC DOMAIN IN 2023!!! yay!

In alphabetical order...

Amerika by Franz Kafka (also known, in English, as The Man Who Disappeared, The Missing Person and as Lost in America)

Aspects of the Novel by E.M. Forester

Being and Time (in German, Sein und Zeit) by Martin Heidegger’s

Cogwea, The Half-Blood  by Mourning Dove

Death Comes for the Archbishop by Willa Cather

 Elmer Gantry by Sinclair Lewis

Flight Without End (in German, Die Flucht ohne Ende) by Joseph Roth

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes / But Gentlemen Marry Brunettes by Anita Loos

God’s Trombones: Seven Negro Sermons in Verse by James Wheldon

Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown

Men Without Women by Ernest Hemingway

Mosquitoes by William Faulkner

Naruto Hitcho by Eiji Yoshikawa

Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne

Oil! by Upton Sinclair

Pomes Penyeach by James Joyce

Steppenwolf by Herman Hess

The Big Four by Agatha Christie

The Bridge of San Luis Rey by Thornton Wilder

The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle

The Colour Out of Space by H.P. Lovecraft

The Daughters of Time by Josephine Tey

The House on the Cliff (The Hardy Boys, #2) by Franklin W. Dixon

The Runaway Bunny by Margaret Wise Brown

The Secret of the Old Mill (The Hardy Boys, #3) by Franklin W. Dixon

The Tower Treasure (The Hardy Boys, #1) by Franklin W. Dixon

The Treasure of the Sierra Madre by B. Traven

The Tuesday Night Club by Agatha Christie

Time Regained by Marcel Proust

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Twilight Sleep by Edith Wharton

Unnatural Death by Dorothy L. Sayers

#public domain 2023 #books #reading #readers #bookish stuff #unsure if this is the full list but these are the ones i found

[a-master-procrastinator]

Song challenge

Tagged by @raven-of-domain-kwaad and @inventedbyawriter, thank you :)

RULES: Make a new post and spell out your URL with song titles then tag as many people as there are letters in your URL.

I'm super weird when it comes to music (most of the songs I have are popular or super basic, I have more appreciation for soundtracks and classical), but let's see if I have enough to spell my url.

(while I was scrolling through songs I asked myself why my url doesn't have any W or B bc I have several cool songs with W and B)

Not tagging this time (again) bc I can't think of 21 people to tag (also bc I'm tired. 2 am is perfect time to post on tumblr you see), sorry.

A - Another One Bites The Dust (Queen)

M - My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark (Fall Out Boy)

A - Africa (Toto)

S - Sonne (Rammstein)

T - Take Me To Church (Hozier)

E - Everybody's Fool (Evanescence) (even though it was used by the one who tagged me)

R - Rain (Grandson ft. Jessie Reyez)

P - Play The Game (Queen)

R - Rebirthing (Skilet)

O - Out of Hell (Skillet)

C - Carry On My Wayward Son (Kansas) (no, not just bc of Supernatural, it's a very nice song)

R - Rolling In The Deep (Adele)

A - Awake and Alive (Skillet)

S - Shots (Imagine Dragons)

T - The World Is Not Enough (Garbage)

I - In The Shadows (The Rasmus)

N - New Divide (Linkin Park)

A - Anchor (Skillet)

T - Thank You (Falettinme Be Mice Elf Agin) (Sly and the Family Stone)

O - Oh No!!! (Grandson) (technically it's not on my playlist, but I ran out of songs starting with O, and this one I've at least listened to a couple of times)

R - Radioactive (Imagine Dragons)

---------

I also couldn't resist the temptation to spell url with other tracks, so I put all tracks from my player (aside from songs) in random order and got this:

A - Aliit Ory'shia Tal'din (Ludwig Göransson, Joseph Shirley, from Book of Boba Fett)

M - Masquerade Suite: Waltz (Aram Khachaturian) (oh, probably my favorite waltz so far)

A - A Thousand Tears (Ludwig Göransson, from The Mandalorian)

S - String Quartet no. 8 in C minor Op.110 (Dmitri Shostakovich)

T - That Slippery Little Hutt Of Mine (Jared Emerson-Johnson, from SWTOR)

E - Empire Arrival (Natalie Holt, from Obi-Wan Kenobi series)

R - Ratism (John Murphy, from The Suicide Squad)

P - Project Star Dust (Michael Giacchino, from Rogue One: A Star Wars Story)

R - Race You to the Surface (Kevin Kiner, from The Clone Wars)

O - Opening Title (David Arnold, from Good Omens)

C - Concerto for Violin, Strings and Harpsichord in E minor RV 278 - I. Allegro molto (Antonio Vivaldi)

R - Rey's Theme (John Williams, from Star Wars Episode 7: The Force Awakens)

A - Alderaan, the Throne (Lennie Moore, from SWTOR)

S - (The) Shepherd's Boy (Murray Gold, from Doctor Who)

T - Testing Allegiance (John Powell, from Solo: A Star Wars Story)

I - Iziz Cantina (Mark Griskey, from KOTOR 2: The Sith Lords)

N - Night on Bald Mountain (Modest Mussorgsky)

A - A Window to the Past (John Williams, from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)

T - Twin Moons (Kevin Kiner, from Star Wars: Rebels)

O - Obi-Wan (John Williams, from Obi-Wan Kenobi series)

R - (The) Rueful Fate of Donna Noble (Murray Gold, from Doctor Who)

#tagged #spent quite some time choosing songs for spelling #but it was fun

[outoftowninac]

TOP O’ TH’ WORLD

1907 - 1908

Top O’ Th’ World is a musical by Mark E. Swan with music by Manuel Klein and Anna Caldwell and lyrics by James O’Dea, featuring songs with lyrics by Joseph W. Herbert. It was originally produced by J.M. Allison, staged by Frank Smithson, and choreographed by William Rock and Signor Luigi Albertieri.

The story concerns Maida, a little girl who finds herself mysteriously transplanted to the workshop of Kris Kringle near the city of Illusia. There is a love story in which a near discoverer of the North Pole resolves to find it, if only to rescue a maiden who has been frozen by Jack Frost at the command of Aurora Borealis, Queen of the Northern Lights. Guided by Kankakee, an Eskimo, and his little daughter Kokomo, the entire party proceeds to Illusia, accompanied by The Candy Kid and The Jack in the Box, who were brought to life in Kris Kringle’s  workshop, and who are paired up as travelling companions of the Friendly Bear.

The show was designed to appeal to both young people and their parents. The variety musical included:

The Collie Dog Ballet - “8 captivating, whirling misses and almost-human dancing dogs.”

The Candy Kid 

The Intelligent Bear ~ Kathleen Clifford and Arthur Hill as ‘Maida and the Friendly Bear’

Jack Frost

The Heart of Fairyland

In the Land of Christmas

The Top of the World - Santa’s Workshop

The Spring Time of Love

"By the sun that burns throughout the day and the moon that shines at night by the great caciques of the past and the present, by the rivers that flow through northern forests, and the rivers where the hunted deer doth quench his thirst, by all the brave and the true in Eskimo history, I bid you welcome this day in the beautiful month of the seasons to witness little Kokomo." ~ KOKOMO the ESKIMO (Anna Laughlin)

The musical opened in Toronto at the New Alexandria Theatre on August 26, 1907. It then moved to Buffalo NY, Rochester NY, Detroit MI, Cincinnati OH, 

On October 16, 1907, Top O’ Th’ World played Young’s Pier in Atlantic City. [Although this newspaper suggests the play tried out at Young’s Pier in Atlantic City, the newspapers there do not list any such performance on these dates.]

Top O’ Th’ World opened on Broadway on October 19, 1907 at the Majestic Theatre (5 Columbus Circle at 59th Street). The Majestic had previously housed the family-friendly hits The Wizard of Oz and Babes in Toyland. Anna Loughlin, who plays Kokomo the Eskimo Princess in The Top O’ Th’ World, returned to the Majestic where she had played Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. Arthur Hill (the Bear) was her Cowardly Lion. 

About the Venue: The Majestic was built in 1903, one of the first theatres by Columbus Circle, which was expected to become another theatre district. It went through many name changes and owners until 1923, when William Randolph Hearst took over, changed the policy to cinema, and renamed it the Cosmopolitan. It was torn down in 1954 to allow for wider sidewalks in front of the New York Coliseum.

George Munroe cross-dressed to played the role of Aurora Borealis, Queen of the Northern Lights, in the style of a pantomime dame. 

On February 3, 1908, the show moved to the Casino Theatre (1404 Broadway at 39th Street) where it closed on February 22, 1908 after 156 performances. 

“’The Top O’ Th’ World’ is a bit of stage-jelly with powdered sugar spiced mildly with peppermint and wintergreen.” ~ INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION

Frost King (aka Dolly Dimples) is at large in the big city! 

The first week in December, a new song titled “Dinah” was added to the show. It was also announced that the production had arranged ‘closed automobiles’ to transport groups of 25 children or more to the theatre for free. To accommodate holiday audiences, the production offered daily matinees. 

“On Christmas Day a Santa Claus will distribute dolls to the little girls of the audience who are so fortunate as to draw tickets for them. Two dolls, of life size, are among the prizes in this ingenious lottery - these being described as ‘made in France, of the finest material and dressed for the occasion’."

The doll promotion was so successful it was continued at all Wednesday matinees. 

~ Fun and Feast for ‘Top o’ th’ World’ ~ 

“After last night's performance of ‘The Top o' th' World’ at the Majestic Theatre there was yet another performance for the benefit of the company only. A small stage had been built under the regular stage, and on this various members of the company made fun for the rest. Sam Diamond indulged in recitations from Shakespeare and George W. Monroe and Catherine Clifford were also on the program. Then Manager J.M. Allison and his wife treated the entire organization to a beefsteak dinner. Congressman and Mrs. James W. Rhlnock of Ohio Joined In the festivities” ~ January 1, 1908

About the Venue: The Casino Theatre was  built in 1882 for light musicals and operetta, but showed mostly vaudeville starting in 1892.  A 1905 fire necessitated much reconstruction. In February of 1930, the theatre was demolished to make room for the expanding garment district.

In an attempt to keep the show fresh producers staged a song contest. There were no winners except the show, which got free publicity from the stunt. 

After closing at the Casino on February 22nd, The Top o' th' World went on the road, opening with Philadelphia on February 24th, then visiting Baltimore, Washington, Boston, and stopping in Atlantic City. 

Top O’ Th’ World opened in Atlantic City at the Apollo Theatre on the Boardwalk on April 16, 1908. The theatre was supposed to host Miss Marlowe during this time, but her engagement was canceled. 

In 1910, the play morphed into The Top O’ Th’ World Dancers, extracting the more popular acts (including the Collie Ballet) into a variety / vaudeville production. 

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