#69th house

[notedchampagne]

69th house in my outfits. i only wear two shoes

#dont tag as romantic pal/cam. instant block #palamedes sextus #camilla hect #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #griddlehark #gideon the ninth #the locked tomb #69ers #im nooot. very happy with the colors in this but i started out very experimental so ig thats what theyre for #dudele #69th house #tlt

[notsobeautifuldisaester]

Totoko, there are two kuso neets right there

#Me letting these fuckers in my house then being shocked when they rob me blind for the 69th time🤡 #tabimatsu #totoko yowai #osomatsu san

[necromelli]

prologue

— tw include but are not limited to: typical hunger games violence, depictions of death & killing, references to alcohol. read at your own risk.

wc: 1k words

you're crowned the victor of the 69th games, the most ruthless tribute in panem history.

In.

Out.

Hold.

That's what Enobaria had taught you. Inhale until it stung. Exhale and let your lungs deflate all the way. Hold until you thought you'd pass out and do it all again.

You opened your eyes to the rewind of the tiny throwing knife getting lodged in the stomach of a girl from six — no, eight. She was from eight, you reminded yourself.

Thirteen out of twenty-four tributes in the 69th Hunger Games died at your hand. The most kills recorded in Panmen’s history. You could feel the thick, sticky blood still burning your hands. Hell, half the time you could see the blood coating your fingers dripping, dripping, dripping onto your marble countertops.

The loud ring of a cannon fire rang in your ears, pleading eyes from the girl slowly dimmed and slacked, her hands that had been in your hair dropped, and she slid from the throwing knife and crumpled to the ground. Lifeless.

The worst part was that you still didn't know her name, even after being out of the arena for weeks. You hadn't bothered enough to know the girl you selfishly killed and laughed about with your allies.

Bile rose in your throat and you sat up a little straighter. You swallowed it down and brushed non-existent wrinkles from your clothes. You pretended not to be affected by the scene. By any of the scenes, with each one leaving you more hollow than the last. You had only gone through six, you still had seven left to go.

In.

Out.

Hold.

Caesar Flickerman sat next to your throne, watching the recaps intently, curiously as if he hadn't watched them live. When he noticed your struggle, his brows sew together in worry, and he taps your arm. When you turn to look at him, he’s offering you his barely touched glass of champagne.

You can barely hear him when he leans in. “It’ll help. You trust me, right?”

You wanted to scream that you didn't trust him. That he found the Games just as amusing as any other Capitol vulture. But, you didn't. You bit your tongue and took the glass of champagne, offering a pretty smile as you downed it in one go.

The Capitol wasn't all bad. They had kept you fed, clothed, and happy for your whole life. Protected. They looked the other way when you were trained at the academy, which allowed you to win. They gave you a gorgeous house for free, enough riches to last a lifetime, the promise to never be reaped again. The Capitol wasn't all bad.

The champagne made you feel warm, staticay like the sound of your TV when the foil was moved the wrong way and the program went out. Caesar was right. It did help.

You had sobered back up by the last death. A district twelve boy that should have won, instead of you. He didn't plead for his life, not even when you started screaming at him too. You wanted — needed — something to lurch you towards him. Your hands clutched the throwing knife, your last one, eyes trained on his face. He just stared, breathing ragged, as he waited. Scoped you out.

You didn't expect him to throw the knife you had embedded from the girl in six. Even now, you could recall the cold shock hitting you as if it was happening all over again. You pulled the knife from your shoulder, screaming and groaning. You caught the number three scratched into the handle. You looked at him, realizing you killed his ally.

That you had the chance to kill him too but you failed. You didn't do what you were trained to do.

You ran towards him, knife number three sinking deep into his leg. His scream of pain hurt your ears, haunted your dreams. Twelve pulled you down with him, knocking the air from your lungs. He tried prying your other knife from your hand, but you threw it away from you. Instead, you headbutted him, rolling on top of him.

Twelve threw punches, skinny hands doing enough damage to fracture your nose. Wanting it to be over, your hands wrapped around his throat. You squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed so hard you heard a crack and then the boom of the cannon.

Your hands slowly unfurled from the boy's neck, already bruised. Already tainted forever with your touch. You screamed, hot tears spilling past your lashes. You sobbed into the boy’s chest for a solid ten seconds before you heard the announcement made.

“Relishing in the glory of winning?” Caesar Flickerman mused cheekily, snapping you back to attention.

You stared at him for several seconds, before an arrogant smile twitched your lips. Caesar was right. You fought to win the Games. There was no reason to be ashamed or feel guilty. If the districts had listened in the first place, no one would've had to die. “Oh, well, you know,” you shrugged confidently. “I did work very hard to win.”

“How many was it in all?”

A frown tugged your lips, but instead chose a tight lipped smile instead. “Thirteen.”

You could name them all. You had killed the entire Career pack slowly through the entirety of the games. Besides you, there were six others. Then, you killed the girl from district six, the boy from three, girl from five, both district eleven tributes, the boy from nine, and finally, the boy from twelve.

“That's a record, I believe! That is just fantastic.” Caesar exclaimed, the Capitol elite and last victors scattered throughout began to clap. “See? Even they think it's fantastic.”

You looked out to the crowd, scanning the first few faces. You gave Caesar another tight-lipped smile, letting him continue.

“We learned you were smarter than you let on when you managed to kill all six careers. District one, two, four, and the girl from seven. Would you care to explain your thought process?”

“Of course.” You nodded, beginning to explain.

You started killing the careers sporadically through the games, always when a tribute was near that you could blame it on. None of them ever thought wiser. All too arrogant to assume one of their own allies were lying about killing them. It had to be the jealous and weak tributes. Not some career.

“Impressive, darling. I can see why you have the highest kill count in all of Panmen's history.” Caesar paused, holding a hand to his ear piece. A wide grin broke out on his face as he grabbed your hand, pulling you up. “I've just been told the crowing of the victor for the 69th annual hunger games will take place momentarily.”

You felt Caesar stepped away, leaving you standing in the middle of the stage alone. You felt goosebumps form on your exposed skin as you felt President Snow walk towards you. He smelt like roses and metal. He wore the smell of blood and death like a perfume.

He stands next to you, microphone in hand. He talks so slowly it starts to eat you from the inside out. It's like he did it on purpose, because he knew how uncomfortable being on that stage made you.

“In honor and celebration of the new, official game record set of Most Killed, there are thirteen connecting chains, each chain sitting below a jewel representing the district the fallen tribute came from.”

That was a joke. That had to have been a joke. The fact you killed thirteen children was being applauded and celebrated. Like it was something to cherish and remember when all you wanted to do was forget.

The crown was heavy when Snow placed it on your head. The chains fell in a swoop around your head, accentuating your new nose and blazing eyes. The freckles that dotted your cheeks and nose.

When Snow opened his mouth, you held your breath. “I'm expecting great things from you.”

With that, he held his hand out for you to shake. You did, listening to the crowd cheer for you when he finally stepped away.

You, with the gorgeous crown, bruised knuckles from hitting one two many walls. You with the surgically fixed nose. You who had done one too many sinful acts to ever be considered good again.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Caesar Flickerman’s voice rang in your ears; loud and grating. “The victor of the 69th annual Hunger Games!”

#catching fire #fanfic #mockingjay #the hunger games #finnick odair #thg fanfiction #thg finnick #annie cresta #finnick x reader #finnick x you #finnick odair x reader #finnick imagine

[coryosmin]

Confessions - Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW Content MDNI, Talks of Trauma from Hunger Games, Talks of Prostitution, emotional sex, vaginal fingering, p in v, i love yous during sex, friends with benefits, sex with feelings, unprotected sex

please guys this is 3,000 words 😭😭😭

based off of an ask to do finnick x shy reader and one where reader admits her feelings for Finnick because her crush on him is so obvious (i definitely did not make the crush part obvious but pls enjoy it nevertheless)

It all started when you had won your Hunger Games. You were the victor of the 69th Hunger Games from District 4. You had grown close to Finnick as he was your mentor during your time as a tribute. And the night before the Games, you had confided in him with all of your fears, all of your weepiness, your goodbyes.

So when you won your games, it was more than a shock to you. You were in a daze. You didn’t comprehend that you won right away. When you had gotten picked up by the hovercraft, you didn’t react. When Finnick greeted you with a bone-crushing hug, you thought it was nothing more than your imagination. Nothing felt real. Not after murdering all of those innocent children simply as a means of survival. Your victory interview passed like a blur. You didn’t even realize when President Snow had gifted you the crown. You didn’t even realize how you had gotten on to the train back home.

You had been in this daze until you arrived back in District Four and heard the ocean for the first time in two weeks. You had been moved to a house in Victor’s Village without your family. Being eighteen years old, you didn’t need to rely on them any longer. So, in your daze, when you saw the ocean for the first time, it hit you. Everything hit you all at once. You were lucky that it had been only Finnick who guided you to your home.

You immediately began to cry, shaking as you understood what all happened. You had killed ten of the twenty-three other tributes which is more than what previous Victors had. You went through hell and back, so much emotional and physical turmoil, and now the repercussions of it all were finally catching up to you. And Finnick? He hugged you immediately, rubbing your bath soothingly as he held you tight, squeezing you to ground you.

The next six months that had followed was all about Finnick being there for you. He made sure you ate, he helped you find a hobby to help you process everything, he was there for you through all of it. And when your victory tour had arrived, you were almost yourself again.

That was until you had spoken to President Snow and everything you had any hopes for came crashing down. To become the Capitol’s Black Bird, he said. You were so shy and humble, you’re attractive too. President Snow thought you were desirable. And therefore, you must become an asset to the Capitol or he will kill everyone you love.

And you couldn’t have that.

That night when you had gotten back from your victory party, Finnick had noticed something was off about you and asked if you had spoken to President Snow. To which you began to cry. You were eighteen years old when you did your games, now being nineteen years old. You hadn’t had sex yet let alone your first kiss. A week later when the news had finally sunk in and you came to terms with it back in District 4, you lost your virginity to Finnick. He suggested the idea saying “I know what it’s like to have that choice taken away from you. You can say no of course but if you’d like, I am here.” So you shyly said yes. It was magical.

And friends with benefits situations were made. Whenever you guys had gone to the Capitol to entertain the Capitol citizens, you both would end up going at the same time, attending the same events. And when you’d get back to the penthouse, you both sought comfort in each other.

Three years later, at the 72nd Hunger Games, you and Finnick were mentors like you have been in the past three years. You both had just gotten back to the District Four Tribute suite with your fellow tributes from the tribute interviews. Everyone had made their ways to their bedrooms, knowing tomorrow would be the beginning of the Games. You unfortunately knew what that meant. Sponsors in the Capitol tend to place bets on their favorite tribute. However, in order for your tributes to get sponsors, you practically have to whore yourself out. It was disgusting but unfortunately something you were used to.

You felt saddened by the thought, knowing tomorrow your tributes will be in the arena and rather than actively helping them, you’ll be getting fucked by some random Capitol stranger in hopes they’ll sponsor your tributes. It was disgusting.

You had gotten yourself showered and into pajamas, wanting to wash off all of the makeup you were wearing. And when you were finished, you had gone to Finnick’s room. He understood how you felt as he currently has to go through the same thing, even doing it before you became a mentor. He likely did it when you were in your own games. You sighed before knocking on Finnick’s door.

A few minutes later, Finnick answered the door in just a towel wrapped around his torso. He gave a small smile before letting you into the room, closing the door behind you. “Hello,” He greeted, walking back into his bathroom.

“Hi,” Came the soft tone of your voice. Your cheeks were slightly red at the sight of Finnick. You’ve seen one another naked so many times and yet he never failed to make you blush. “I just didn’t feel like being alone, i-if that’s okay.” You said as you sat down on the bed.

Finnick walked back out of the bathroom in a pair of underwear, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “Of course that’s okay,” He replied, giving a soft smile. “Anything on your mind?”

You gave a small and sad smile. “Just what tomorrow brings.”

Finnick nodded in understanding, reaching an arm out to wrap around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. “It’s going to be tough. It always is.” He said, sighing. He pressed a kiss to your forehead which definitely made your heart flutter more than it should.

You didn’t reply, just allowing yourself that moment to be held by Finnick. You’d never admit it out loud, it would be too embarrassing, but you loved just being in his presence. You loved the feeling he gave you when you were with him. How he always listened to what you had to say, how he never failed to comfort you, just like you never failed to comfort him, he’s helped you through so much. And you couldn’t help the feelings you had for him. But with your current positions, a relationship would not be possible. And it was the sad truth.

You and Finnick sat there in silence for a few minutes until he placed his pointer finger and thumb under your chin, lifting your head up. “I’m going to kiss you, okay?” He murmured softly, his green eyes looking into your beautiful [color] one’s.

You simply nodded your head. And Finnick gently placed his lips on yours. His kisses were always so soft and gentle, like you were the most delicate thing in the world. It warms your heart. You kissed him back just as gently, your eyes closing naturally. Soon the kiss began to get more heated, his tongue exploring your mouth as you allowed it to. And eventually, Finnick’s hand was at the hem of your shirt. He pulled away briefly. “May I?” He asked breathlessly, asking for your permission to take your shirt off.

God he was perfect. You shyly nodded your head, biting your lip as you did so. Finnick gave a small smile as he lifted your shirt up, throwing it onto the floor. You weren’t wearing a bra underneath so your breasts were just exposed. “Can I touch you?” His voice held the same breathless tone as he asked.

“Yes.” Your voice was so soft and quiet.

Finnick leaned in to kiss you again, bringing his hands to grip your shoulders briefly before cupping your boobs. He kneaded the flesh, massaging them gently in his hand. You let out a small whimper into Finnick’s mouth as he began to play with your nipple while his hand played with the other one. You ran your hand through his hair, careful to not tug on it. Finnick pushed you down gently, laying you on the mattress. His mouth never leaving your boob as he leans on you.

He moves his mouth to your other breast, doing the same with it as he done previously so. You bit your lip to avoid moans escaping your mouth. You’ve been sleeping with him for so long and yet, you were still too shy to make noise for him. Finnick trailed his hand down your body, stopping at the hem of your pants. His green eyes look up at yours, as if asking for permission. And you nod your head in confirmation. He sneaks a hand into your pajama pants, realizing you weren’t wearing panties. “Going commando tonight, huh?” He teased against your skin.

You blushed. “Uh…” You bit your lip. Finnick simply chuckled as he began to kiss your chest and abdomen. His fingers trailed your slit, causing you to gasp as he spread your wetness around.

“You’re always so wet for me,” He murmured, kissing right above your naval. His thumb began to toy at your clit, rubbing it in sweet and slow circles. You continued to bite your lip as you inhaled sharply. He slowly eased a finger inside of you, causing you to whimper as he continued to rub your clit with his thumb. He immediately curled his finger, causing you to actually moan. You covered your mouth with your hand, embarrassed. “Don’t hide your moans from me, darling. I want to know that you feel good,” Finnick said reassuringly.

You were still quite shy, being embarrassed of making noise. Finnick moved his thumb off of your clit to give him better access to finger you. His finger moved slowly inside of you, hitting your g-spot so nicely. You closed your eyes as you relished in the pleasure. And after a few moments he added another finger and then a third. And you couldn’t help the small moans escaping your mouth as he fingered you. You felt the familiar clench in your abdomen as your orgasm approached, causing you to arch your back. “Cum for me darling, you’re doing so good,” Finnick praised, pressing a kiss on to your stomach.

When your thighs clamped shut, your walls contracting on his fingers and your body began to quiver as your orgasm overtook you, Finnick was praising you, telling you how beautiful you were and how lovely you felt around his fingers. It was actually quite magical. And when you came down from your high, you were breathless and couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped you as you looked at Finnick. His eyes were full of such…adoration and there was a softness to them. He looked almost as though he were in love. But you quickly pushed that thought away.

“Do you want to continue or are you done for the night?” Finnick asked softly, taking his hand out of your pants.

You bit your lip before replying. “Need you, Finnick.”

And with that, Finnick grinned. He stood up from the bed, standing at the end. He reached forward to grab the waistline of your pajama pants, pulling them off of your body as gently as possible before throwing them to the other side of his room. He took off his own boxers, revealing his cock to the cool air.

He crawled back on to the bed, hovering over you as you opened your legs to him. He held himself up by his arms. “You’re sure you want this, darling?” He asked you softly, looking into your beautiful eyes.

“Yes.” You nodded your head, reaching up to caress his cheek. Finnick kissed your wrist as he reached an arm in between the two of you, guiding his cock to your pussy. He spread your wetness around with his cock before lining up with your entrance. He leaned down to kiss you as he slowly eased himself into you.

You moaned into the kiss, wrapping an arm around Finnick’s neck. And as he entered you all the way, he pulled away slightly, leaning his forehead against yours. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He whispered, already breathless. You looked into his eyes, your heart fluttering in your chest. He gave you a few moments to adjust before he slowly began moving inside of you.

Finnick let out a soft moan as he thrusted slowly, leaning down to bury his face in your neck. Your other arm wrapped around Finnick’s shoulder as you moaned softly in his ear. The closeness to Finnick, the feeling of him inside of you, making you feel so good. You closed your eyes in pleasure as he fucked you slowly. It felt different than all the times you guys have had sex. In fact, it felt very similarly to when you had lost your virginity to him.

Finnick began to move a little bit faster, still maintaining a slow pace as he relished in the pleasure of your wet cunt on his cock. “You feel so good, baby.” He murmured, moving his face to look you in the eyes.

You looked up at him as he continued to thrust into you. Your cheeks were red, your hair was sprawled out on the pillow. You looked absolutely beautiful to Finnick. And he looked so handsome as well. His cheeks were dusted red, his eyes were just so comforting and warm as you looked up at him. He always made you feel so good and just so wonderful. And you couldn’t help it when you moaned out “I love you,” in such a soft tone.

Finnick froze, stopping his movements as he heard you. “W-what did you say?” he stuttered as his heart fluttered in his chest.

Your eyes widened as you realized what you had said. “I-uh” Your heart was beating fast, suddenly worried about ruining this moment and even your friendship with Finnick. But as you looked up into his green eyes, you could see a flicker of hope. “I-I said I love you.” You whispered.

And suddenly Finnick whines, thrusting into you faster. “Fuck. I love you so much, baby,” He says, leaning down to kiss you. You whine and moan, arching your back as he fucks you so deeply. Finnick grabs your hand with his, intertwining your fingers as he holds them near your head. He pulls away from the kiss, breathing heavily with his forehead on yours. “I love you,” He murmurs.

You look up at him so prettily, your eyes glistening with tears of pleasure and also of emotion. “I love you,” you murmured back, breathing just as heavily as he was.

Finnick’s pace quickened as he fucked into you hard. It was all so passionate and romantic as emotions were high. Your second orgasm of the night was approaching as you felt that pressure in your lower abdomen. Finnick must’ve been getting close too as he moaned, repeating the words “I love you” over and over again as he kisses your neck.

And after a few more thrusts, you’re cumming on his cock, your walls clenching around his member so tightly. Your fingers grasped his as your eyes closed in pleasure and you’re moaning. Shortly after, Finnick is cumming deep inside of you, burying his face in your shoulder, with a loud moan.

You both stayed like that for awhile, coming down from your orgasms as you stayed close to one another. And after a few minutes, Finnick pulled out of you, causing you to whine, but he stayed on top of you. He held himself up to look into your eyes. “Did you really mean it?” He asked, his tone holding a level of vulnerability to it.

You looked up at him and nodded your head. “I’ve loved you since I came out of the arena.” You murmured.

And Finnick couldn’t help it when his eyes began to water. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes briefly to push away the tears before looking back at you. He cleared his throat. “I’ve loved you for so long, Y/N.” He said, removing his hand from yours to run it through your hair before caressing your face. “God, I love you so much.”

“I love you so very much, Finnick.” You said, reaching your hand up to his face as well.

And thus began your relationship with Finnick. You guys stayed relatively the same but now with your feelings out in the open, you could enjoy more romantic evenings together in District Four. And every time either of you had to go to the Capitol, the other was always there to comfort them. You guys loved each other more than anything in the world.

Which is why it made it hard when you were both chosen for the 75th Annual Hunger Games.

END.

#the hunger games #fanfic #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair smut #finnick x y/n #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair imagine #thg finnick #thg series #thg

[hellavile]

‍ ‍ 𖠵𖤥 𑁤 cater to you.

𖠵𖤥 you’re the best wife every man dreamt for. letting your man use you as his personal fuck toy after a hard day of work is part of the commitment, isn’t it?

𖠵 pairing › nanami kento x black fem!reader.

𖠵 viewer discretion › voice kink, nanami moansssss, submissive / wifey reader, fingering, big tittied reader, riding, overstim, image obsession, missionary, nanami gets a little carried away, lil bits of aggression, dumbification, dacryphilia, pet names, spanking, oral, clothed sex, size kink, specific black features mentioned, minors aren’t welcomed ! reblogs & comments are appreciated <3

white is his favorite color on you. the most memorable image in his head is the way you wore it on your wedding day. a dress that cost thousands of dollars paid by him, big and poofy cinderella ballgown the little girl inside of you wanted since you were young. circling every dress that resembled it in every david’s bridal monthly catalog in the mail. his forever disney princess. that, was a perfect fairytale. but seeing you wear it any other time, like right now when he unlocks the front door to your shared penthouse on the 69th floor of valley gardens. . . his dick aches.

the house is dimly lit, smelling of lemon from the candles you'd lit all around your home to the boiling beef stew set to low to keep warm for your husband. you're sitting on the black velvet sofa snuggling a giganti white heart pillow he'd gotten you for valentine's day. plucking at the colorful cotton candy jar in your lap, enjoying the sweetness melting onto your tongue as you watch your usual crime documentaries on netflix. your pretty hair in its signature locs trialing down your shoulder because they irritated your back and made it itchy. baby hairs swooped to your liking.

white painted toes digging into the soft carpet on beneath you and dressed only in a sheer white babydoll with fur only on the bust and thigh area. an angel, truly. a familiar jump in your chest is igniated when you feel his presence nearby. it's like a crazy sixth sense you have. you can tell when he's around the corner, when something's wrong when you're apart, or feeling what he feels. turning your head, you melt into your pillow, cheek firmly pressed to it as you smile adoringly at him, your whimsical vine cut diamond ring twinkling under the moonlight illuminating through the panoramic windows, overlooking the city.

“why are you still up? it's midnight, doll.”

the soft vanilla tone in his voice makes you weak, nanami taking his loafers off by the door and clearing his throat as he pulls off his tie. tall, busty figure adorned in an dark navy blue suit you can't help but drool over every time you see him in the attire. his blonde hair slightly fuzzy and you could tell he'd been rubbing his hands through it, probably out of stress. it's second nature to stand to your feet and walk towards him, wrapping one hand around his waist under his jacket while the other raked your acrylics through his undercut to pull him in for a kiss.

nanami’s body relaxes in your warm touch, tasting the nyx butter gloss on your full, darkly lined lips. you smell like vanilla and cocoa butter altogether, a scent embedded in his mind. his arm snakes around your waist to pull you closer, squeaking in his mouth when you feel his bulge graze your tummy, eyes blowing up and heat encasing your cheeks. you blink at him when he locks eyes with you again, falsies enhancing those gorgeous big eye of yours.

“um, i-i made dinner for you. i was cleaning all day and couldn't sleep so—” you trail off when you notice nanami’s barely listening to you, mind heading elsewhere as his heavy hand slips under your nightie, your body shivering from the cold of his stainless steel watch with a sapphire dial skim your ass cheeks. expensive, like him. “nanami?”

“dinner might have to wait,” nanami rasps, drawing you closer with a firm spank to your ass, gasping as the sensation aims for your clit that knocks into his hard physique. the force was much harder than you excepted.

“was work okay?” you swallow, the naiveness act taking over. unsure why, it's just weird for him to act like this out of the blue. he keeps his hot hand on your ass while the other pulls the white of his button down from his slacks, slowly unbuttoning it with one hand. his eyes piercing into your own made you nervous. but, at the same time, your thighs were squeezing together where you stood.

“no.”

you fold your lips inwardly from the blunt answer. clearly he didn't want to talk about it, or maybe right now just wasn't the time to pry. the look in his eyes that darkened into another color gave you more than enough of an answer. he wanted to fuck you. that's what he intended, and that's what was going to happen. and you were gonna let him because he needed you, and that's what good, pretty little wives like you do.

nanami begins to walk forward and you're stumbling back mindlessly until the backs of your knees hit the sofa, kicking you down to sit as your husband hovers over you; brooding and dominate. it turns you on to see him be so nonchalant with you. giving orders and taking what he wants. and you're willing to lay there and be his sweet little fuck toy because you love him. and you'd do anything to make him happy.

both of his hands cup either side of your face, prioritizing your focus on him since it's a big form of communication for him. “just be my good girl for a few minutes, yeah?”

“yes,” you nod, not bothering to ask further questions. his actions are scarily haste right after, hooking his hands underneath your underarms to pick you up like a child as he stood on the couch, maneuvering towards the middle before laying you flat, his thick thighs tight in his slacks as he kneels over your frame.

his knees are indented into the sofa, planted on either side of your shoulders, the view causing your lip to hide between your teeth. you watch as he undoes the loop of his leather belt, dropping it to the floor before pulling down his zipper and finally relieving his heavy cock with a breathy sigh out of his nose. your mouth waters upon sight, whimpering and rubbing your thighs together. the tip is fat and tinted pink like his lips. thick enough to stretch you and make you full with veins leading from his v-line bulging up to the sides of his cock. a thin trail of blonde pubes throwing it all together.

“spread your legs, and hold them close to you.”

commanding without hesitation, you do as he says, nanami not surprised you aren't wearing any undergarments since you only lift and hold your knees to your chest, watery cunt clenching over air. so little work and you're soaked. the cool air in your home has your skin covered in goosebumps, his gaze another affect. you hated eye contact. it made you super nervous and even he knew that. but nanami likes respect. when he's talking to you, or fucking you, he expects you to obey and look at him. he finds you bratty when you look away or close your eyes. sometimes you'll do it on purpose just to see him clench his jaw and press a finger to his temple in agitation. it's hot.

“open up, sweetheart,” he's referring to both holes, your hands locking on the backs of your knees to hold them still as he reaches behind to sink his middle and ring finger knuckles deep into your pussy, curving them upright, your mouth spreading wide and your eyelids drooping low.

a glob a spit comes from nanami’s mouth and falls onto his cock he uses his unoccupied hand to lube over, hips bucking from sensitivity. he hisses low, lining his dick up with your velvety tongue that happens to stick out obediently for him. nanami sucks in his lower lip and knots his brow when he gets his cock in your salivating mouth, blissfully shutting his eyes as he continues to fuck your pussy open, your moans drowning out the television.

“fuck, wrap your hand around it. stroke it how i like it, baby,” he's shrugging off his jacket now, tossing it out of sight, chiseled chest peaking past the cotton dress shirt still clinging to his lightly tanned skin. masculine cologne whisking over your nose. you could feel the blood rushing through his dick on your tongue, the size weighing down in your mouth. taking one dainty hand and holding it up to his mouth, waiting for him to spit in it. he does with lulled eyes, guiding your hand to his dick and watching you stroke your pretty hand gently over it. rotating your wrist elegantly while raising your head up to enclose your thick lips around the head, sucking and tugging.

nanami is usually a patient man, depends on the situation. right now, patience isn't in his vocabulary. your husband leans forward slightly, taking his fingers out of your soppy cunt and wrapping that same hand around your neck before rolling his hips to fuck your throat. his cock jumps when you choke, gagging around it, the wet squelch aiding him to pick up his pace.

“you nasty fuckin’ girl, fuck,” the tears brimming your eyes has him biting his lip, your nails clawing at his thighs and breathing through your nose, prolonging this for as long as possible to appease him. “keep strumming your clit, princess.”

he gives you a breather, slowly sliding his cock out. you gasp, still moaning as you raise your knees again and reach between yourself, bucking your hips into your hand and circling your slick clit with all three fingertips. he's prepared to stick his dick back in that hot tunnel of your mouth, but when he's observing how good you're making yourself feel; arching your back, squirming, and rubbing his thigh all at once. . . he wants another thing. that thing that's gushing over your fingers and soaking your plush inner thighs.

his weight on you dials low and your eyes shoot open in awareness. nanami scoops you up by your waist and carried you with him as he settles down on his back, cock resting on your tummy throbbing with beads of precum leaking from the tip. it's easy to tell he's been feeling this way all day. the straps to your babydoll slips off your shoulders, body suddenly feeling hot and taking the initiative by tugging it down to your midsection, tits spilling out.

chewing on your bottom lip, you cup your chest in your hands, holding them up as nanami raises your ass and fists his cock, getting the tip a little wetter by rushing it over your gushing hole and swollen bud, twitching from the feeling. both of you moan in sync as he lines it up before letting you sit on it slow. sometimes you struggle with doing it yourself so he does it for you, the two of you listening to that pop sound when he's finally inside.

“fuc—mmm. kento,” he doesn't need to instruct you on what to do next. raising your ass to drop back down and clap down on his clothed thigh, holding your chest and pumping his aching cock with your tight cunny, lashes kissing the apples of your cheeks.

“unh, shit,” nanami moans, spreading your ass cheeks apart to dig deeper. you can't help yourself when you're stuffed like this. and he has the ability to do it every time he fucks you. makes your brain staticky and your voice monotoned. you're so so wet and both of you could feel it soaking your pelvis’s.

“what'd i say about those eyes closin’ on me, sweetie? huh?” a rough hand grabs your chin to keep you focused, the harsh grip and stern demeanor makes you whine and drop down to fully sit. nanami gasps when you begin to scoot atop of him, his other hand grabbing under the curve of your ass as you grind yourself heatedly above him, nanami hooking his thumb in the side of your mouth, eyes locked on yours.

your body weakly leans forward, clit thumping against his pubic hairs, the whimpers leaving your mouth heavenly. “baby,” you hiccup, whining low in your throat, your knees bucking and clashing together as your thighs interlock, feeling that familiar wave crash in your stomach. clawing at his abs and humping his cock faster, twitching. “babe.”

“yeah,” nanami nods to coax you, brows furrowed, digging his hands into either side of your hips and dragging you on his dick. “keep cummin’.”

“mmm, need you,” your breath picks up, gathering your locs to wrap and hold them up behind your head, screaming softly when nanami smacks your ass hard, shoving you down to his chest so your face is buried between his neck before he keeps his big hands under the curve of your ass and fucks up into you hard. “yesss, baby fuck me. fuck me.”

your mewls cater him, feeling so much better than he did before he stepped through that door. grunting by your ear and swatting your ass over and over. “i love the way you take it all, doll. make it messy. unh, my pretty girl.”

that coil ripples yet again, cumming hard on his cock, hair falling down your side when your arms drop, digging them into his shoulder blades, quaking and crying uncontrollably. your tears wetting the sofa. you’re babbling nonsense, laying limp in his arms and letting him continue to have his way with you.

his lips are grazing your earlobe, sniffling and wiggling in his hold to let you go because you couldn't take another orgasm. him whispering, “made a mess on my cock now you're dripping on the couch, too. tsk,” is what drives you to cum again without control. the scream you extricate is silent, irises rolling back and breathless moans following. “k-kento, please. i'm sensitive.”

“shh, i know,” nanami holds your face in his hands, clashing his mouth to yours, passionately swapping spit and sloppily smacking lips. “just let me cum then we can shower, okay?”

pouting, you nod. nanami is frantic when he switches positions, laying you on your back and dangling your ankles over his broad shoulders. he's sinking his dick in fully, hissing and smacking your outer thigh before fucking you into the couch he's sure will leave an imprint. the speed of his thrusts are too fast and hard for you to grasp. losing your mind all over again. “you're so good f’me, princess. so so good hugging my cock like that.”

you gently claw at his chest. “nngh, i love you, i fucking i love you. love you.”

that alone was enough for his orgasm to near, pace picking up aggressively to pump you full of his cum, an unknown high-pitched moan bellowing from him that it makes your eyes go wide. grabbing his slim waist and helping him rut into you as you cum once more, voice leaving you completely and nanami taking you in his buff arms the moment his cum splatters your walls. kissing and sucking on your neck.

it feels even hotter now, brushing your hands over his backside lazily to pull off his shirt, needing him fully nude. nanami chuckles between your neck, reaching by his sides to tug down his slacks so you'll feel better. him being hot made you hot. he wants to stay here for a while longer, not bothering to pull out.

“are you okay now?” your angelic voice asks, batting your lashes when he looks at you, sucking on your lips.

“of course i am.”

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link. link. link. # proceed with caution # also this the lil character i made for this fic. <3

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[chaotic-world-of-the-j]

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Left me broken...

Genre : Buckets of angst with a pinch of fluff

Pairing : Stray Kids x reader

Warnings : Heavy angst. Insecurities. Boys are a bit mean. Mature language, Hyunjin gets slapped.

Hyung Line | Maknae line

༊*·˚BaNG CHaN

It all started with a single innocent statement that you blurted out when you were having dinner after 4 months of not meeting each other, it was about him not having enough time for you. It was not meant to hurt him. It was not meant to make him feel like shit. But it did. He snapped, slamming his hands on the glass dinner table. "You knew what you were in for when you started dating me. I am trying so hard to make time for you, and here you are complaining. You never understand! Not even TRY to understand, what can you do other than just fucking complain for fucks sake!" The fork fell from your Hands, shocked at his sudden outburst. The tears streamed down. But he didn't acknowledge them. He stood up from his chair, washed his hands, and rushed out of the house.

Leaving his food untouched. Leaving you broken. Leaving the tears that were streaming down your face astray instead of hugging you and kissing them away.

༊*·˚Lee KNoW

You knew how much he loved you. Despite that, you often had second doubts, doubts about if you mistook his pity for Love. Perhaps he just wanted to experience dating a fan or something else. You kept thinking these irrational and illogical theories that fed your insecurities. You were a bold one, not afraid to speak up and punch someone if you were treated badly but that did not put an end to your endless self hating thoughts whenever you looked at the mirror. When you started dating him, you knew some people might hate it. You did care but for the sake of him you pretended not to. But when you asked a question on a fateful night to your supposedly loving, caring and supportive boyfriend the last thing you wanted him was to get mad. The question was sad but simple. "You still love me right?" He was staring at the ceiling overwhelmed with thoughts when you asked this question. He jumped up. Startling you. "Goodnss fucking sake y/n! If you think I don't love you then fucking think that! I can't give you validation anymore. Especially when I myself am suffering because of you." He said the last part in a whisper before grabbing his car keys then leaving the house slamming the door behind. You choked back a sob, brain not processing what just happned.

Holding his hoodie close and inhaling his scent, well, all that was left behind.

༊*·˚CHaNGBiN

"You know I hate him! Why do you keep talking to him? Oh I know, because I told you not to. Isn't it?" He barked. "No! That's not it, Binnie, please listen. Calm down. I just wanted to buy flowers then he suddenly appeared and tried to force himself on me. I did not say anything." "You know what, I don't trust you. Not anymore." Saying that he got up from the couch and trailed towards your shared room. You exhaled heavily. Finally feeling the tears on your face as you texted your mother to let her know that you'll be visiting her. Then, collapsed on the ground, finally letting the sobs rack your body.

You wanted him to come and hug you and say 'I love you' but you weren't sure if he ever was going to say that again after today.

༊*·˚HYuNJiN

5 dates. Today marks the 5th date he missed because of her. Because of Sua, his friend of a year. It's not like he had no friends. You still didn't understand why he was her friend. You sighed, not even bothering to call him. Since you know he's going to say she probably has her 69th breakup of the year, and if you try to argue he will try to defend himself and you'll melt with a single 'I love you' as what happened in the previous 4 dates. The cold darkness of your shared apartment greeted you. You wanted to call your best friend Lia, but weren't sure if she'd appreciate it. Sitting down in the corner in your bedroom in fetal position and cried. Don't know for how long but just cried. Soon you heard the door open, "Baby!" A familiar voice called out. Ah, you forgot to lock the door. He soon entered the bedroom and gasped in shock to see your state. "What happened baby?" Concern filling his eyes. You wanted to render it all fake but you couldn't. "You missed out on another date" your muffled voice alerted him. "I'm so so sorry baby, I forgot again. It just that Su-" "Sua had another breakup didn't she? Of coarse her breakups are specifically on the days of our dates. It's not like she doesn't have anymore friends. If you want to comfort her so badly why don't you go and date her! Im pretty sure she needs you again, im pretty sure she just went through another breakup by the time you reached here!" You snapped. "What was I supposed to do huh? Would you abandon Lia for the sake of a single date?!" ""Single? It was not a single date Hyunjin, it was 5 fucking dates! I would never Abandon Lia but that's not the problem, the problem is that nowadays you spent all of your time with her! Feels like she's your girlfriend and I'm your best friend!" "She obviously needed me! Would Lia not come if you asked her to?" "Stop bringing her into this argument!" "I wil, only when you stop acting so...Selfish. no, you are already selfish!" A slap echoed throughout the room. Tears sprung free. "Selfish for what? Wanting to Spend time with my boyfriend?" You asked him. As you got your coat and unlocked the door. "I'll be at Lia's" You ignored his calls and left. Screaming after going some distance earning weird looks from people.

You just wished you could rewind time.

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[ilythecolorpink]

Let the Rain Fall (Kento Nanami x reader)

You've worked with Kento Nanami for around 4 years, and in time you've become fond of him. Little did you realize that he felt the same way about you, maybe a little bit too much.

It was a dark cloudy day, with the breeze blowing through your hair. Your body was worn out from the delicate nature of the successfully completed mission. Walking away from Jujutsu Tech, I stroll among the woods as the light brown leaves fall to the ground. One of the leaves drops on my head as I seek to remove it. I feel a small drizzle on me, and it gradually gets heavier. I try to move a little more quickly as I sprint to find some cover.

Suddenly, I sense that the rain is decreasing, and as I slowly look up, I see Nanami covering me with an umbrella. In a tone of surprise, I asked him, "What are you doing here?" He continues, "I'm sorry for startling you, I noticed that you had forgotten your umbrella, so I wanted to return it to you." while giving me an intent look. The umbrella is now being shared by the two of us as the rain intensifies. I remark, "Thank you so much, I can't believe that I forgot my umbrella like that, I could have sworn I brought it to the office, Well, no matter, I appreciate you being here." I stared at him in disbelief. He then grinned at me and said, "I'm glad I got here in time before the rain really started to get bad." I then approached him and, with a cheeky smile, remarked, "I guess you're my knight and shining armor huh?" as I wrapped my arm around his. "I suppose you can say that", he adds, lifting his hand to touch his glasses in an effort to cover his face.

As we cross the street and return to the main street, cars continue to drive by, and as I move ahead of Nanami, I almost trip on the sidewalk. However, Nanami catches me with his hand on my waist and says, "Y/N you have to be more careful, you could have gotten hurt." I apologize, explaining that I must not have been paying attention to where I was going because I had been so exhausted recently. As he responds, "I hope that this is okay, but may I stay over at your place tonight?" Nanami now has a worried expression. Then, with a flush of pink on my cheeks, I softly say, "I would really like that." With a twinkle in his eyes, he asks, "You live on 69th Street, don't you?" A little taken aback, I asked him, "Yeah, how do you know where I live?" He comments, "You see Gojo doesn't really know when to shut his mouth, remember that one day when he needed you to take care of the first years and he came to your house?" as he continues to walk.

I nod in agreement as he says, "Well, he told me if he wasn't available, he would send me to come to you." As I respond, I give him a reassuring grin and say, "Oh ok, you really do seem to know a lot about me Kento." He looks away from me and mumbles, "I know a lot more than you know." Subsequently, since I couldn't hear him, I inquired. The question "What did you say?" He dismisses me by telling me, "It's nothing." After a while, we got close to my house. I unlocked the door, and we both stood at the front door. He pushes me up against the wall, and when our bodies are almost touching, he whispers, "Fuck Y/N, you're so beautiful like this." "You're all mine and only mine, got that?" he then continues.  I respond with a blush and add, "I'm all yours, Kento, kiss me." He gives me a forceful kiss and cups one side of my face while I inhale his intoxicating cologne. He replies, "Tell me to stop darling, or else I won't be able to hold back." as I further entice him to me by grabbing onto his tie and wrapping one of my legs around his waist. I say, panting, "Don't stop, whatever you do, don't fucking stop." to him as I catch my breath.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Man, this is my absolute dream house- a NYC penthouse. This 1929 renovated beauty is on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, New York City and it’s $2.3M, for just 1 bdm, 1 ba. 

Isn’t this entrance adorable?

I don’t even mind that it’s gray- it can always painted. 

So pretty- a little library corner and a lacy spiral staircase.

The kitchen is so bright, and there’s a great view of the terrace.

So, the main bdm is up the spiral stairs. Nice big room w/lots of storage.

And, a sauna.

Small, but adequate bath.

Two terraces wrap around the apt.

This is amazing. Too bad it’s only for a few mos. out the year. I hate winters up here.

https://www.corcoran.com/listing/for-sale/205-east-69th-street-ph-manhattan-ny-10021/22010665/regionId/1

#nyc penthouse #historic nyc property #long post

[mbtiblogfun]

MBTI INFP romantic pairings and couples:

Lol yes it’s back! A lot of people seemed to really like those posts, so I thought I'd do an update since I found a couple more examples recently. However this time I'm gonna compile them all into this one post instead doing individual all over again lol. I compiled a pretty good list so I hope you guys like it! Also Happy 69th post! Woohoo! 🥳 (Yes I’m childish like that lmao)

Carlos de Vil (INFP) and Jane (ISFJ) - Descendants

Ashlynn Ella (INFP) and Hunter Huntsman (ISFP) - Ever After High

Sybil Crawley (INFP) and Tom Branson (ENTP) - Downtown Abbey

Furukawa Nagisa (INFP) and Okazaki Tomoya (ISFP) - Clannad

Allison Cameron (INFP) and Gregory House (INTJ) - House M.D

(I was hesitant to put this one bc they technically weren't really ever a thing but they did have feelings for each other)

Allison Cameron (INFP) and Robert Chase (ISTP) - House M.D

Allen Ginsberg (INFP) and Lucien Carr (ENFP) - Kill Your Darlings

I was hesitant to include them as well because they have a complex relationship, but I don't wanna spoil lol. So for those of you who do know what I mean, I'd honestly just say it depends on your pov (like with house and cameron).

Agustin (INFP) and Julieta (ISFJ) Madrigal - Encanto

Cameron James (INFP) and Bianca Stratford (ESFJ) - 10 Things I Hate About You

Izumi Miyamura (INFP) and Kyouko Hori (ESFJ) - Horimiya

Kou Sakuragi (INFP) and Naoya Nifuji (ENFJ) - Wotaki

**Note, I think most of their screen time together as a couple is in the OVA

Dorthy Boyd (INFP) and Jerry Maguire (ESFJ/ENFJ)

It's been a while since I've seen the movie but ik he's def Fe dom.

Mia Thermopolis (INFP) and Michael Moscovitz (ISFP) - Princess Diaries

Mia Thermopolis (INFP) and Nicholas Devereaux (ESTP) - Princess Diaries 2

Alrighty that's it for now lol

Let me know what you think! :) Feel free to share any thoughts or recommendations!

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[mourntheantagonist]

mungrove thoughts.

road sign stealing boyfriends. everything from street signs to stop signs to the ‘leaving hawkins’ sign that billy has proudly hung in his bedroom as a reminder to leave hawkins. eddie has 69th ave. and a whole ass stop sign, pole and all in his room. it’s just a misdemeanor. and sometimes they act alone, but most of the time they act together, eddie holding billy on his shoulders to reach those signs that are just too high up.

bonus: harringroveson, steve is exhausted. his boyfriends won’t stop trying to rope him in on their sign stealing shenanigans, and one time they even ran to his house to hide from the cops. now steve is just standing by his front door, red and blue lights pouring in through the windows, looking at these two idiots who have more signs than they can carry, and now steve is left to harbor a couple of fugitives. not how he was planning on spending his wednesday night.

#mungrove #harringroveson #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things

[notedchampagne]

has tlt fandom thought about what house anastasia & samael could have originated from? they were recruited by god instead of being one of the original lyctors so it means they must have started from Somewhere

#this is my 69th house truthing because all we have of her is that she overresearched shit and was kind of a nerd. but i can dream #chat #the locked tomb

[homomenhommes]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … April 8

1898 – C.M. Bowra, (Sir Cecil Maurice Bowra), English scholar, born (d.1971); was an English classical scholar and academic, known for his wit. He was Warden of Wadham College, Oxford, from 1938 to 1970, and served as Vice-Chancellor of the University of Oxford from 1951 to 1954. His many books include A Book of Russian Verse, The Creative Experiment, Classical Greek and The Oxford Book of Greek Verse. Given his appearances in A.L. Rowse's Homosexuals in History, the title of Bowra's most famous book, The Greek Experience, takes on new meaning.

Born in China of English parents, Bowra travelled extensively during his childhod and teen years, and won a scholarship to Oxford. Bowra trained with the OTC in Oxford, before being called up and sent to the Royal Army Cadet School in March 1917.

Bowra served in the Royal Field Artillery, on active service in France from September 1917. In 1917, he saw action at Passchendaele and Cambrai, and in 1918 participated in resistance to the Ludendorff Offensive and the following allied counter-offensive. During this time he continued to read widely, including Greek and Latin authors.

Bowra was left with a lifelong hatred of war and military strategists, to an extent that he seldom mentioned the war afterwards. Bowra later told Cyril Connolly, "Whatever you hear about the war, remember it was far worse: inconceivably bloody - nobody who wasn't there can imagine what it was like."

Anthony Powell wrote that Bowra's wartime experiences "played a profound part in his thoughts and inner life", and records that when a cruise ship on which they were travelling held a ceremony to place a wreath in the sea as it passed the Dardanelles, Bowra was so affected that he retired to his cabin. Following the Second World War he would be accommodating to returning servicemen who wished to study at Oxford, telling one applicant who was worried about his deficiency in Latin, "No matter, War Service counts as Latin."

As an undergraduate in 1920s Oxford, Bowra was fashionably homosexual, and was known to cruise for sex. He used the term 'the Homintern' (see below) applying it to himself and his circle of friends, and privately referred to his leading position in that, or 'The Immoral Front' or 'the 69th International'.

In 1922, he was elected a Fellow of Wadham College, Oxford, with the support of the Professor of Greek, Gilbert Murray. When Murray vacated his chair in 1936, believed that he was most likely to succeed his patron. Murray however, recommended another. Some believed that the reason was a whispering campaign over Bowra's "real or imagined homosexuality".

In 1938 the Wardenship of Wadham fell vacant and Bowra was elected to the post, keeping it until 1970. In his long career as an Oxford don, Bowra had contact with a considerable portion of the English literary world, either as students or as colleagues. The character of Mr Samgrass in Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited is said to be modelled on Bowra.

Bowra retired in 1970, but continued to live in rooms in the college, which were granted to him in exchange for a house he owned. He died of a sudden heart attack the following year,

The wit of C.M. Bowra:

"My dear, buggers can't be choosers." (explaining his engagement to Audrey Beecham, a "plain girl" niece of the conductor)

"Buggery was invented to fill that awkward hour between evensong and cocktails."

"I expect to pass through this world but once and therefore if there is anybody I want to kick in the crotch I had better kick them in the crotch now, for I do not expect to pass this way again."

"With one or two exceptions, colleges expect their players of games to be reasonably literate."

"Splendid couple - slept with both of them", (on hearing of the marriage of a well-known literary pair).

"My dear, in Oxford I am known by my face", (allegedly after being caught skinny-dipping in the River Cherwell and placing his hands over his face rather than his privates)

c.1928* – Fred Ebb was a musical theatre lyricist (d.2004) who had many successful collaborations with composer John Kander.

Born in Manhattan to a Jewish family, Ebb worked during the early 1950s bronzing baby shoes and as a trucker's assistant, and he also was employed in a department store credit office and at a hosiery company while trying his hand at several musicals, mostly unsuccessfully.

Music publisher Tommy Valando introduced Ebb to Kander in 1962. After a few songs such as My Coloring Book, Kander and Ebb wrote a stage musical, Golden Gate, that was never produced. However, Harold Prince hired them for their first professional production, the musical Flora the Red Menace. Although it won star Liza Minnelli a Tony Award, the show closed quickly.

Their second collaboration, Cabaret, was considerably more successful, running for nearly three years. Based on the John Van Druten play I Am a Camera (which, in turn, was based on the writing of Christopher Isherwood), the musical won eight of the 11 Tony Awards for which it was nominated, including Best Musical and Best Score. Adapted into a film by Bob Fosse, it won numerous Academy Awards, though not Best Picture.

Chicago (1975) had mixed reviews but ran for more than two years. The show did not seriously resurface until 1996, when it was revived as part of the Encores! series. A huge hit, the minimalist production transferred to Broadway and is still running. Chicago has also been running in the West End for ten years. A film version was eventually produced (in 2002) and won Best Picture at the Academy Awards.

In 1977, Kander and Ebb worked again with Liza Minnelli and Martin Scorsese in the film New York, New York, which had them write what is perhaps their best-known song, the title track. The team's musical adaptation of Kiss of the Spider Woman opened in 1993, starring Chita Rivera. The show ran for more than two years and won them their third and last Tony Award for best score.

Ebb died of a heart attack at his home in New York City on September 11, 2004.

Despite the 'polymorphous perverse' nature of their shows, both Kander and Ebb were reticent about discussing their homosexuality, preferring to let the songs speak for themselves but in 2003, Kander (who has lived for 26 years with one man, a choreographer and teacher) implicitly addressed rumours concerning the nature of his non-professional relations with Ebb by describing the latter to interviewer Jeffrey Tallmer as 'his 40-year partner in creativity but never in domesticity, much less romance.'

*Fred Ebb's actual birth year is a source of mystery and confusion but is somewhere between 1928 and 1936.

1943 – Michael Bennett (d.1987) was an American musical theater director, writer, choreographer, and dancer. He won seven Tony Awards for his choreography and direction of Broadway shows and was nominated for an additional eleven.

Bennett choreographed Promises, Promises, Follies and Company. In 1976, he won the Tony Award for Best Direction of a Musical and the Tony Award for Best Choreography for the Pulitzer Prize-winning phenomenon A Chorus Line. Bennett, under the aegis of producer Joseph Papp, created A Chorus Line based on a precedent-setting workshop process which he pioneered. He also directed and co-choreographed Dreamgirls with Michael Peters.James Kirkwood, co-author of A Chorus Line, lashed out at the show's creator, director, and choreographer: "Michael would do anything--anything--to get a show on. The cruelty was extensive. And not just in his professional life. He was amoral."

The charismatic Bennett was a lover of men and women; his two primary heterosexual relationships were stormy, first with wife Donna McKechnie (wed December 1976, divorced four months later) then with Sabine Cassel, whom he promised to wed but did not.

His relationships with men were less publicized, but they included long relationships with dancers Larry Fuller, Scott Pearson, Richard Christopher, and Gene Pruitt, his last lover.

Born Michael Bennett DiFiglia in Buffalo, New York, young Mickey was a child prodigy of dance. He dropped out of high school at the age of 16 to join a touring company of Jerome Robbins' West Side Story. Robbins was to become one of his principal influences.

Bennett made his Broadway debut as a dancer in Subways Are for Sleeping (1961), but he soon realized that he had a greater talent for choreography than for dancing. Bennett's first solo assignment as a choreographer was on A Joyful Noise (1966).

Working with Harold Prince on Stephen Sondheim's Company (1970) and Follies (1971) led him to decide that he wanted to be a director as well as a choreographer.

Bennett's dream was realized when he was called in to save Seesaw (1973). He agreed to take over the show on the condition that he would have creative control of the production. He ultimately received credit (and Tony nominations) as librettist, director and co-choreographer.

The process of taking over this ailing show on the road, just six months before it was scheduled to open, convinced Bennett that the standard way of developing musicals—rehearsals, out-of-town tryouts, previews, and opening—was no longer efficient. He came up with a better plan.

Bennett decided to do a show about the lives of dancers, but rather than commission a script he let the story-line evolve from the experiences of real dancers. After conducting hours of interviews with Broadway gypsies, Bennett began an unprecedented year of workshops at Joseph Papp's Public Theatre.

The result was A Chorus Line (1975). A risk all the way around, the show opened without stars and ran two hours and 10 minutes without an intermission. Bennett received credit as director, co-producer, co-author, and co-choreographer.

While Applause (1970) is considered the first Broadway musical to introduce an openly gay character, Bennett is responsible for the second and third appearances of homosexual characters. Seesaw features David, a gay choreographer, and A Chorus Line introduced audiences to Paul and Greg, gay dancers. Many have criticized the bisexual Bennett for the fact that neither character is finally chosen for the chorus line, thus maintaining the myth that all working actors are heterosexual.

Inadvertently, Bennett was to provide the New York Shakespeare Festival with the bulk of its income for many years. As one of the producers of A Chorus Line, the Public Theatre earned approximately $37,800,000 from Bennett's landmark production.

In January 1985 Bennett abandoned the almost completed musical Scandal, which he had been evolving through an extended series of workshops. Many observers felt this to be Bennett's strongest work, with few understanding the toll that alcohol, drugs, and a weakened immune system had taken on this genius of the theater.

When Michael Bennett died on July 2, 1987 at the age of 44 of AIDS-related lymphoma, he left a sizable portion of his estate to funding research to fight the AIDS epidemic.

1945 – Dennis Peron, born in the Bronx, New York, is a gay American medical cannabis and LGBT activist and businessman who was the figurehead for the legality of cannabis throughout the 1990s influencing many in California and thus changing the political debate of marijuana in the United States.

He grew up on Long Island, served in the Air Force in Vietnam and moved to The Castro, San Francisco, where he sold cannabis, cofounded the Cannabis Buyers Club, and coauthored California Proposition 215. His marijuana business was busted by authorities in 1978 and 1990. In 1996, Dan Lungren, state attorney general, ordered another bust of Peron's club. Proposition 215 was passed soon thereafter, which allowed the club to reopen. Later in 1996 The Grassroots Party of Minnesota fielded Dennis Peron, as their first Presidential nominee, in the U.S. presidential election. Peron received 5,400 votes. In 1998, Peron ran in the Republican primary for California governor against his rival Lungren (who won the primary and lost the election to Gray Davis).

Peron has voiced support for decriminalization of all marijuana use as he believes the herb is medicinal just as food is and thus should be available to those who want to benefit from it. However it should be noted he did not believe medical use for marijuana was acceptable for kids. Peron opposed California Proposition 19 (2010) because he does not believe that recreational use of marijuana exists and that all people who use marijuana are using it medicinally.

1952 – Clyde Hall is an internationally recognized and acknowledged authority of Native American culture, dance ritual and folkways. Clyde was born and raised in Fort Hall, Idaho and is a Native American of Shoshone/Metis descent.

Clyde was born and raised traditionally by his grandmother, Hazel Truchot, in a one-room log cabin in Fort Hall, Idaho, and has lived on the Reservation most of his life.

During the 1970s and 1980s he was an early-day Native American activist and member of Gay American Indians (GAI) in San Francisco, California–the first Native American group of its kind. He was one of the founders of the contemporary "Two Spirit Movement" of Native American LGBT people. In 1987 he was honored as the first speaker on the Ellipse during the Second National March on Washington for Lesbian and Gay Rights. OUT Magazine named Hall one of the OUT 100 in 1999 and, in the year 2000, as one of he 1,000 most influential gay individuals in the U.S. in the 20th century.

In the past, as a career, he served as a park ranger/naturalist in Grand Teton National Park and as a high school teacher and public defender. He served as a Tribal Magistrate Judge (for 19 years) and worked extensively with developing substance abuse programming for the tribe and rewriting the Law and Order Code for the tribe. He specialized in probates during his tenure. He was in private practice as an attorney until 2007.

Hall toured Europe, South America and the U.S. with his dance troupe in the 1970's-1990's as well as speaking engagements and lectures at major universities in the U.S. on Native American traditions and culture. He currently serves as the Executive Director of the Naraya Cultural Preservation Council, (NCPC), a non-profit that is devoted to the preservation of Great Basin/Plateau Tribal cultures, language and sacred sites.

His work has appeared in numerous books including Gay Soul, Living the Spirit, Two Spirit People, and international publications including the German GEO, Der Grüne Zweig and in the U.S. in White Crane Journal among others. He has served as a consultant for many authors and filmmakers including Tom Spanbauer, Will Roscoe, Win Blevins and Kirby Jonas and is a technical advisor on Native American culture for numerous movies and TV programs.

Mr. Hall is one of the ceremonial leaders of the Naraya: A Dance For All People. It's danced for renewal of the People and the Earth, perpetuating the vision of the Dance that people of all races and religions come together to dance under the Tree of Life. He considers the Dance for All People his greatest "life work".

1990 – Died: Ryan White (b.December 6, 1971), an American teenager from Kokomo, Indiana, who became a national poster child for HIV/AIDS in the United States, after being expelled from middle school because of his infection.

Born a hemophiliac, he became infected with HIV from a contaminated blood treatment and, when diagnosed in December 1984, was given six months to live. Doctors said he posed no risk to other students, but AIDS was poorly understood at the time, and when White tried to return to school, many parents and teachers in Kokomo rallied against his attendance.

A lengthy legal battle with the school system ensued, and media coverage of the case made White into a national celebrity and spokesman for AIDS research and public education. He appeared frequently in the media with celebrities such as Elton John, Michael Jackson and Phil Donahue. Surprising his doctors, White lived five years longer than predicted and died in April 1990, one month prior to his high school graduation.

Before White, AIDS was a disease widely associated with the male gay community, because it was first diagnosed among gay men. That perception shifted as White and other prominent HIV-infected people, such as Magic Johnson, the Ray brothers and Kimberly Bergalis, appeared in the media to advocate for more AIDS research and public education to address the epidemic. The U.S. Congress passed a major piece of AIDS legislation, the Ryan White Care Act, shortly after White's death. The Act has been reauthorized twice; Ryan White Programs are the largest provider of services for people living with HIV/AIDS in the United States.

TODAY'S GAY WISDOM:

The Homintern and the Gay Agenda

Homintern was an early term for a supposed conspiracy of gay elites who allegedly controlled the art world. The word is a play on Comintern. What was termed the "homintern" in the mid-twentieth century is now more often described as a "Gay Mafia".

"All the 'artists' with a capital A, the parlor pinks, and the soprano-voiced men are banded together ... I am afraid they are a sabotage front for Uncle Joe Stalin." —Harry S. Truman 1946 "Homosexuality, dope ... immorality in general: these are the enemies of strong societies. That's why the Communists and left-wingers are pushing it." —Richard M. Nixon Watergate tapes 1971

"Homintern" was used in the 1940s and 1950s and appeared in number of popular mass-circulation magazine articles during the 1960s to refer to what was believed by many to be an international cabal of influential gays who, it was asserted, controlled the arts and culture. These magazine articles were often illustrated with the color lavender; sometimes the Homintern was called the lavender conspiracy. It was claimed that there was a secret worldwide network of gay art gallery owners, ballet directors, movie producers, record label executives, and photographers who, behind the scenes, determined who would become successful artists, dancers, actors, and models.

In the 1960s, the majority of gay people had not publicly discussed their sexuality, so homophiles had to use what we today call gaydar to determine who was gay. Since this was sometimes difficult, anyone could potentially be part of "the conspiracy," and even many gay people believed in its existence. It was widely thought among young people that the members of the Homintern all had casting couches, and that it was necessary to sexually submit to the Homintern on these casting couches in order to have a successful career in the arts. It was taken for granted that the Homintern had absolute control of the Hollywood film industry.

It was believed that the Homintern had secret meetings at which they decided on women's fashion design for the coming year.

The term "Homintern" was used in articles even in liberal magazines such as Ramparts. It was frequently used in the conservative magazine National Review. William F. Buckley, Jr. sometimes warned of the machinations of the Homintern on his talk show Firing Line.

It was believed by conservatives that the Homintern deliberately manipulated the culture to encourage homosexuality by promoting camp programs like the popular 1960s TV series Batman.

The tiny minority of influential people who publicly discussed their homosexuality in 1960s - such as Gore Vidal, Truman Capote, John Rechy, and Andy Warhol – were automatically regarded as part of the Homintern.

After the emergence of gay liberation in 1969, belief in the Homintern faded because after the Stonewall riots, many gay people came out of the closet so it was more difficult to postulate this conspiracy theory.

[brokehorrorfan]

John Carpenter will release Anthology II (Movie Themes 1976-1988) on October 6 via Sacred Bones Records. The "sequel" to 2017's Anthology features new recordings of classic soundtrack cues by Carpenter and collaborators Cody Carpenter and Daniel Davies.

The album will be pressed on vinyl with several color variants, including "They Live" blue with white splatter ($25; limited to 500), "The Thing" blue ($23), and black ($21). It's housed in a sleeve within a die-cut jacket. CD and digital editions will also be available.

Listen to the new version of Halloween III: Season of the Witch's "Chariots of Pumpkins" below, where you can also see the full track listing.

Chariots of Pumpkins (Halloween III)

69th St. Bridge (Escape from New York)

The Alley (War) (Big Trouble in Little China)

Wake Up (They Live)

Julie’s Dead (Assault on Precinct 13)

The Shape Enters Laurie’s Room (Halloween II)

Season of the Witch (Halloween III)

Love at a Distance (Prince of Darkness)

The Shape Stalks Again (Halloween II)

Burn it (The Thing)

Fuchs (The Thing)

To Mac’s Shack (The Thing)

Walk to the Lighthouse (The Fog)

Laurie’s Theme (Halloween)

#john carpenter #horror #halloween #halloween iii #halloween 3 #the thing #escape from new york #they live #assault on precinct 13 #prince of darkness #sacred bones records #vinyl #gift #soundtrack #synthwave #Youtube

[1997thebracket]

Round 2B

Elliott Smith’s Either/Or: Separate from the rest, where I like you the best, and keep the things you forgot. Either/Or is the third studio album by singer-songwriter Elliott Smith, recorded in 1997 in the dissolving days of Smith’s former band Heatmiser. The album is characterized by its raw, introspective lyrics and Smith's delicate yet emotionally charged vocals. The tracklist explores themes of love, addiction, despair, self-destruction and self-reflection with haunting tones, often accompanied by Smith's finger-picking guitar work; Either/Or would go on to be regarded as an album of profound tragedy, and would regularly feature on rankings of “saddest records.” The album's intimate and minimalist production adds to its appeal, making it a beloved classic in the indie folk and alternative genres. Either/Or did not chart on release, but Smith would briefly be cast into the international spotlight when he performed the standalone single Miss Misery at the 1998 Academy Awards ceremony, due to the song's appearance in Good Will Hunting and its subsequent Oscar nomination for Best Original Song. Regardless of chart status the album was critically acclaimed, and has only grown a stronger cult fanbase following Smith’s untimely death a few years later.

The DVD Launches in America: It's March 24th, 1997, and as a nation we're starting to get a bit bored of award shows (the more things change, the more they stay the same.) Viewership is down for the 69th Academy Awards, hosted by Billy Crystal; The English Patient is absolutely clearing house and winning Best Picture, but critics would later say that sucked the life out of the room and left a dull atmosphere to hang. During the event, though, something long-delayed is coming to pass, and it'll ensure a spike in viewership for every film that takes home an Oscar moving forward: the DVD is being launched in the United States. Development of technology and the production process to follow can take decades and stagger public access for years, which made the life of the DVD for those behind the scenes feel ages longer than it would actually reign-- but while it reigned, it reigned. For those of a certain age, it's hard to believe the DVD had the keys to the kingdom primarily from '97 to '06 when the Blu-Ray would step onto the scene to mixed success, but split consumer attention with risingly-accessible digital purchases and streaming. By no means is the DVD dead today, it simply enjoys a different life on the shelves of collectors; it is not quite a nostalgic media format yet (as the VHS tape became) but generally exists in a space between what is current and what is retro. The value of owning physical media is gaining recognition in the corporate streaming age, and the DVD has emerged as the face of this above all formats.

#elliott smith #either/or #dvd #physical media

[canpokemonwritebooks]

meowth

Can Meowth write books?

Yes, with a 68 on the Pokémon writing scale.

Note: This post is for classic Kanto Meowth. Alolan, Galarian, and Team Rocket Meowth will (probably) be reviewed in other posts, possibly with a post concluding Meowth as a whole.

Is this Pokémon physically capable of writing?

Yes. Meowth is surprisingly humanoid and has the right angles and posture to write but it would still have a hard time grasping a pen in its paws. It could dip its claws in ink, though it would probably be a pretty unpleasant sensation. 

8/10

Does this Pokémon know what a book is?

Yes. Meowth is a popular house or classroom Pokémon in many regions and children especially love Meowth. Meowth spends a lot of time around humans, and therefore has a lot of exposure to books.

10/10

Can this Pokémon read?

Probably not. None of Meowth’s behavior is very humanoid and it is a very instinctual Pokémon. It likely doesn’t have an interest in learning to read and may not be fully aware of what reading is.

2/10

Would this Pokémon have access to the materials needed to write a book?

Yes. Meowth has the Pickup ability, making it perfect for gathering items. It also lives close to humans and therefore would be able to obtain the needed items from them.

10/10

Does this Pokémon have enough basic education to write well?

Maybe. Meowth’s Technician ability implies that some are more intelligent than one would assume. Additionally, Meowth spends a lot of time around humans and may pick up some of the lessons nearby children are learning. The question is more about how well Meowth’s brain is geared to learning human skills and utilizing them. A Meowth with the Technician ability may be more likely to do so but it is a bit of a stretch.

7/10

Would this Pokémon be good at writing?

Maybe. Meowth will fully commit to whatever holds its focus but it is easily distracted by things it likes more. Specifically, Meowth will obsess over shiny things and round objects. If it can keep that type of focus on writing, it would be a powerhouse writer. But, the greater likelihood is that it would get distracted before it began.

5/10

Does this Pokémon have anything to write about?

Meowth doesn’t have a lifestyle typical of the Pokémon. Some Meowth are house Pokémon, some are schoolchildren’s companions, some are early team members of new trainers, some just spend their lives running around the roadside, some fight alongside grunts in evil teams, some live on city streets, some end up abandoned in Pokémon shelters. A particularly adventurous Meowth would likely have many stories to tell, but many also lead uneventful lives.

8/10

Would this Pokémon be able to get their writing into a book?

Maybe. Meowth physically could with some effort and, if it was close to a human, it may be able to communicate its desire to do so. Meowth doesn’t have any skills that make it stand out here though.

6/10

Would this Pokémon want to write a book?

Probably not. Meowth are usually very content in their lives and get a lot of happiness from simple things, like coins. It doesn’t need something like books or writing to fulfill itself.

2/10

Does this Pokémon have any other redeeming qualities?

Meowth are most active at night and many writers do their best work at night. Additionally, Team Rocket has a Meowth that is capable of human speech but this isn’t necessarily reflective of the species. Team Rocket’s Meowth’s abilities show what Pokémon are capable of if they push themselves.

10/10

Results

Yes, Meowth can write books with a 68 on the Pokémon writing scale. It also gets a Dunsparce point because Meowth is probably seen doing a lot of things in the anime that could be used to write a book but I do not remember. It gets a second Dunsprace point because this is the 69th Pokémon being reviewed.

#meowth #team rocket #team rocket meowth #kanto #pokemon #kanto pokemon #pokemon analysis #normal pokemon #video games

[popolitiko]

Barbara May Cameron's 69th Birthday May 22, 2023

Barbara May Cameron (May 22, 1954 – February 12, 2002) was a Native American photographer, poet, writer, and human rights activist in the fields of lesbian/gay rights, women's rights, and Native American rights.

Today’s Doodle celebrates Barbara May Cameron, a Native American photographer, poet, writer, and human rights activist. The Doodle artwork is illustrated by queer Mexican and Chitimachan artist Sienna Gonzales. On this day in 1954, Barbara Cameron was born in Fort Yates, North Dakota.

Cameron was born a member of the Hunkpapa group, one of the seven council fires of the Lakota tribe, and raised on the Standing Rock Reservation by her grandparents. After graduating high school, she studied photography and film at the American Indian Art Institute in Santa Fe, New Mexico. It was here that Cameron began winning awards in theater and media arts.

After coming out as a lesbian, Cameron moved to San Francisco in 1973 and advocated for LGBTQIA+ acceptance in the Native American community and addressed racism in queer spaces. In 1975, she co-founded Gay American Indians — the first ever dedicated Native American LGBTQIA+ group — with her friend and fellow activist Randy Burns. 

Cameron took part in various programs to promote human welfare. From 1980 through 1985, she organized the Lesbian Gay Freedom Day Parade and Celebration. She also co-led a lawsuit against the Immigration & Naturalization Service which had a policy of turning away gay people. The case went before the Supreme Court and ruled in favor of Barbara and her co-plaintiffs who made persuasive arguments for change. 

A few years later, she became an executive director at Community United Against Violence, where she supported people affected by hate crimes and domestic violence. The San Francisco Mayor appointed Cameron to both the Citizens Committee on Community Development and the San Francisco Human Rights Commission in 1988, and the next mayor appointed her to the United Nations Commission on the Status of Women.

HIV/AIDS disproportionately impacted Native people in the early 1990s, so Cameron stepped up to lead the charge. She was active within the San Francisco AIDS Foundation, the American Indian AIDS Institute, and served as a consultant to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services and the Centers for Disease Control, helping with AIDS and childhood immunization programs.

Cameron is remembered for her passionate writing and speeches, many of which are housed at the San Francisco Public Library. Her words live on through her essay, No Apologies: A Lakota Lesbian Perspective which is featured in Our Right To Love: A Lesbian Resource Book.

Happy birthday Barbara May Cameron, thank you for working tirelessly to improve human rights and for giving queer Indigenous people a place to feel safe and belong.

Native American Standing Rock Sioux Tribe

Barbara May Cameron was a Hunkpapa Lakota from the Fort Yates band of the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe in Fort Yates, North Dakota. She grew up on the Standing Rock Indian Reservation, North Dakota, raised by her grandparents. Completing her early education and high schooling on the reservation, she went on to further her education in photography and film at the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico. In 1973 Cameron moved to San Francisco to attend the San Francisco Art Institute.

#Barbara May Cameron #Native American